Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode: Officer Jenny's Request

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Please note, I have extensive knowledge on the subject and have double checked with online research. All characters involved in sexual activities in these stories are above the age of 18 in both the game and the show. No "aging up" or other literary tricks were used to make characters legal age.

"Arcanine, nooooooo!"

Only a little farther and I'd finally reach Hotel Grand Lake. I anticipated I would reach it by nightfall if I continued straight on. The shouted plea stopped me in my tracks. Any delay and they might be closed and I'd be unable to spend the night. Given that I had no pressing schedule conflicts, it didn't matter whether my planned week of R&R started tonight or tomorrow morning, but I really had hoped to make it that night.

After however long I'd been trapped in Sinnoh, I was looking forward to a nice break. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty to be said for life in a world where machines routinely ignore the laws of physics and animals manage to convey soliloquies with nothing more than the handful of syllables in their names. Still, what the game doesn't bother to mention is that you spend the better part of a couple of years wandering around on foot (or in my case by bicycle) and more often than not camping under the stars.

I love camping, but there's much to be said for a bed with a mattress from time to time. Even when you can bum a room at a pokemon center, they usually have basic cots that would do the army proud. They're cheap, they're portable, they're relatively easy to clean, and did I mention they're cheap?

With the money I'd saved up along the way, I was looking forward to a nice week of pampered existence. If there happened to be some trainers present who wished to partake in a little adult rules action, so much the better. I couldn't tell you the last time I'd actually had sex in, you know, a bed!!!

Unfortunately, my honor prevented me from simply dismissing the plight that the shout implied. Sure, the voice had been female but I wouldn't have been able to resist any more if it had been a male. I might not have become the protagonist of Sinnoh, like Ash or whoever from the game, but I'm still a do-gooder at heart.

Resigned to another night on the cold hard ground, I rushed around the corner of the path. The first thing I saw was the tiger-striped orange mutt who was the subject of the woman's lament. The poor fire-type dog had clearly been on the losing end of a battle. Slung low to the ground and crawling meekly backwards, it displayed every evidence of submission to whatever pokemon had recently defeated it.

See, that's why I'm a cat person. You pick on a dog and it's ingrained in their genetics to bow down to you thereafter. Pick on a cat and they'll glare at you and stalk off with as much dignity as they can afford (which is usually a lot). Thereafter, you'd better watch your back because you can be certain that the cat's plotting your inevitable downfall. In and among it's obligatory schemes for world domination, of course.

The woman who slid to a stop beside the poor pokemon wasn't much of a surprise. I'd recognized her voice the instant I heard it. After nearly a decade in existence, Pokemon had very few recurring characters that had been around since the beginning. Not only was Officer Jenny's voice recognizable, but there weren't that many arcanine, or even growlithe, wandering around Sinnoh.

The officer knelt next to her downed pokemon and cradled it in her lap.

I admit it. I had a Brock moment. There was no antagonistic pokemon in sight, nothing that needed defeating right that moment. That meant there was nothing to distract me from the sight of her. I couldn't help but wish she'd lean forward just a little more. The way she sat on her heels, with her back to me, meant that her already short skirt had ridden up almost high enough that I could see her underwear. If only she'd had a tiny growlithe, instead of the gigantic arcanine, she'd have had to shift her weight farther in order to comfort her pokemon.

I don't think I made any kind of noise. After all, I was just standing there, bug-eyed and staring, with my jaw dropped. Maybe the drool plopped on the ground or something. Whatever it was, her head suddenly whipped around and hard brown eyes narrowed as the focused unerringly on me.

In a flash, she was standing and facing me. She gripped her pokeball as a police officer in my world would have held the handle of a holstered firearm. Too bad the pokemon, that instinct demanded she be ready to call on, remained nearly unconscious on the ground behind her. Kind of ruined the effect.

Not wanting to have her on edge, I held my empty hands up in front of myself in a placating gesture. I kept my tone in a soothing lull, trained by years in theater. "I heard your shout. I came to see if anyone was in trouble and needed help." I didn't want to point out that I had nothing to fear from her at that moment. Her own instincts would have left her embarrassed and that's never a good way to start off with a cop.

Officer Jenny didn't so much relax as she deflated. Her hand dropped from the pokeball on her belt and she dropped to her knees. Still without realizing the futility of gripping her pokeball, she sagged against the huge fuzzy form of her companion. Her chin drooped and her shoulders sagged. "No. Everything's fine here. All under control."

The tone of her voice gave truth to the lies her automatic responses told. I crossed to her and squatted just out of reach. Again, better not to set off any defenses. "Are you, by any chance, Officer Jenny from Pastoria?"

She glanced up. Those big brown eyes worked wonderfully through the blinds of her lashes. Only Brock seemed to be able to tell any of them apart. I certainly couldn't. Still, Hotel Grand Lake wasn't that far from Pastoria. It wasn't unreasonable to suspect her area of responsibility included as far out as this.

"I am. And you are...?"

I wasn't sure how to feel. For months and months, I'd been on a personal mission to find this woman. I'd nearly challenged her cousin to an adult rules battle. After all, she and Nurse Joy were the two staples of the anime. Only the timely intervention of Cynthia had prevented me from making a fool of myself by hitting on a lesbian.

Still, it was one thing to blindly think "gee! I'm in a world of pokemon, where winning battles can lead to a fabulous night of sex, might as well get my kicks with the famous and beautiful Officer Jenny". It was completely another to look into those disparaged brown eyes and be excited about the prospect of an adult rules battle. I'd beaten the pokemon league champion twice (albeit not in full six-on-six battles), there was little doubt I'd be able to wipe out Officer Jenny's arcanine even if it was at its freshest.

"Uh...Lynx." I stumbled on my answer. "Actually, Cynthia suggested I seek you out for a battle."

A single green eyebrow raised at the revelation. Her head tilted up slightly and she gave me a more measured appraisal. Not only had I just off-handedly dropped the name of the champion but there weren't all that many reasons to go traipsing all over Sinnoh in search of one particular police officer.

"Is that so? And why, pray tell, would she send you out to find me?" The sarcasm that dripped from her tone did much to restore the impression of confidence that Officer Jenny always exuded in the show. "Actually, I was going to challenge you to an adult rules battle." "I'm sorry? I didn't quite hear you." That tone would have put any elementary-school-teaching nun to shame. The appraising gaze that tracked back down my body, pausing only briefly with a smirk between my legs, proved that she had heard me quite well, regardless, and was more amused by my sudden embarrassment than anything.

I took a deep breath to steady myself and tried again. This time at a normal volume. "I said, 'actually, I was going to challenge you to an adult rules battle.'" I shrugged. "Truthfully, it would probably be a good distraction and tension release, in light of whatever's going on."

"Article three-four-seven-dash-six-five-point-seven of regulations specifically prevents officers from participating in any form of idle battling during duty hours. Furthermore, before you suggest you can wait until I'm off duty, procedural memorandum ten-forty-dash-eight cautions against gambling in any fashion, up to and including recreational pokemon battling, given the possibility of undue influence being put upon an officer of the law."

The whole thing came out with the clipped precision of a memorized speech. It wasn't just that she had memorized the specific rules, by number, but that the whole thing had probably been given to them verbatim as an answer for just this scenario. I had to wonder if Officer Jenny of Solacion had considered Cynthia worth the trouble she'd have gotten in if she'd made the challenge she'd obviously wanted to?

Still, it was kind of hard to connect pokemon battling with gambling. Sure, I could vaguely understand, in the case of adult rules. Stipulations were made up front, but that still left a lot of leeway. After all, it was possible to bend such stipulations so that the officer in question might be busy for an entire night. Or, what would happen if she was asked simply to go down on a guy but a crisis arose while she was in the middle of it? Honor would demand she finish him off before she ran after a murder suspect?

(Not that I'd ever even heard of a murder here. Theft? Plenty! Attempts at world domination? Everywhere! But nothing violent. Heck, I'd be surprised if the word rape is even in their law books, outside of statutory. With adult rules aiding promiscuity, date-rape is kind of pointless. Of course, the whole world is founded on a franchise oriented towards kids, so I'd never been all that surprised.)

My mind reeled as I tried to make sense of it all. I couldn't believe that Cynthia wouldn't have known about the whole 'officers restricted from battling' thing. Similarly, she wouldn't have sent me all this way as a joke. Sure, she has a quirky sense of humor but it would have been more in line to send me to the next town in order to discover the regulations, not a third of the way across the country!

Fortunately, Officer Jenny's mind hadn't been as befuddled as mine was. With something other than her recent loss to think about, her confidence had returned to it legendary heights. Her eyes once more tracked down my body before she returned, triumphantly, to my own. Though they stopped almost as long on the five pokeballs on my belt as they did on my crotch.

"If Cynthia sent you, maybe you're not just some rookie trainer." She declared. "Tell you what, the rules say I can't battle you, and certainly can't battle using adult rules, but they don't say I can't hire you as a consultant."

It took a moment for my already addled mind to work through the multiple negatives and figure out what she'd just said. "A consultant? For what?"

Officer Jenny leaned back on her heels and straightened her back. Although kneeling, it gave her the image of a sergeant delivering a mission brief to a particularly slow squad of grunts. In other words, back to typical Officer Jenny.

"This past winter was particularly rough on the Sinnoh region. There was greater snowfall everywhere. The fact that even we received some speaks much for this. When the storm ended, we discovered a pokemon had migrated very far from its normal climate.

"Quickly, the poor creature began to cause trouble. Plants and property have been damaged by what we can only assume is an attempt for the pokemon in question to transform this area into one much more suited to its natural habitat. Attempts have been made to urge the pokemon back to its normal environment but all have failed."

The winter had been a bit rough, I supposed. Being from New England, I barely noticed. Throw on some extra clothes and bundle up in a down sleeping bag and I was set. Heck, I'd been a Boy Scout and had some experience with winter camping.

"Unfortunately, the abomasnow in question is of unusual strength. Even when presented with a type disadvantage it is able to win handily." She continued, coming quickly to the conclusion. "If you were, indeed, sent by Cynthia then I have to assume you're a strong trainer. If you could assist us in removing this threat, I believe I could be persuaded to offer services in return."

The glint in her eyes belied the militant manner in which she delivered her offer. "I might not be able to participate in adult rules battles but if you are able to defeat a pokemon my arcanine was unable to best, it would certainly prove your superiority. And the standard restrictions used for adult rules battles could easily be offered for your compensation."

All in all, it was quite a neat dodge of the regulations. I wasn't sure how she could offer sexual favors as payment for 'services rendered' but since she was the one making the suggestion, I had to assume she had an explanation in mind. I didn't need to know what it was. That would be between her and whoever her superiors were. (And who exactly are the superiors behind the army of officer Jennys?)

"One condition on that." Only the slightest twitch showed her surprise that I had the gumption to try to work the deal and even then I only noticed it because of my background. "Add in the caveat of bondage to the traditional adult rules restrictions."

This time, her expression didn't so much as twitch. It froze! I recognized it as the response of someone used to surprises who couldn't allow herself to display any reaction to them. I'd read that cops often learned that trait. Unfortunately, it revealed something about their reaction in its own right. I might not be able to tell what went on behind that mask but I knew that she'd never expected this turn of events.

Over the months and months I'd been on the road in search of Pastoria, I'd mulled over Cynthia's brief suggestion that I search out this particular Officer Jenny. As noted, there's plenty of them around. It was difficult for me to believe that there wouldn't have been another, more reasonably close, who preferred men over women. Why would she send me a third of the way across the region for this one in particular?

Then it dawned on me. Her mumbled suggestion had taken place not only after my aborted attempt to challenge an Officer Jenny but also after my successful defeat of her, and the subsequent round of sex thereafter. I'd chosen doggy-style and held her virtually immobile during.

The thing about people in power is that they often have control issues. I realized that it was entirely possible that an officer would have a secret fetish to either be bound by, or bind, her lover. If she wanted to be bound, it was a psychological desire to relinquish the control she rigidly held over the rest of her life. If she wanted to bind, it was because she fantasized about the control she held over her captives.

The trick was to figure out which. If, of course, she agreed to the stipulation. Then again, if she did agree, it was a pretty clear indication that I had pegged Cynthia's intentions. The champion tended to not only point me in directions where I'd have some fun, but also where I might provide exactly what someone else needed. If they had the show in this universe, I'd have thought she was somehow possessed by the time-traveling Sam Becket!

After some internal deliberation that I wasn't able to read, Officer Jenny finally nodded once. I'd judged correctly that she had some special proclivity towards bondage. The delay, however, proved that her tendencies heavily favored one side over the other. Given that I was almost certain to win what amounted to being this bet (not to mention the battle), it was up to me to try to figure out which way she leaned before I called in my marker.

"Lead on, MacDuff." That broke the carefully neutral facade. From her confused expression, they didn't have Shakespeare in Sinnoh. Shame really. They'd love the play Mid Summer Night's Dream from what I could tell. And while I have a bachelor's degree in theater, I've never been good enough to memorize more than a few lines, so penning it for them was completely out.

With a roll of my eyes, I waved an arm expressively offering her the lead. The trail was so obvious I could probably have followed without her. Still, the company was pleasant, if distant. Besides, I wanted her there as a witness. I could argue that it was because I didn't want there to be any question that I'd succeeded but the truth is I wanted to show off a little.

A blast of icy wind hit us just before we reached the end of the snow-lined trail. I threw my hands over my face in protection but it did little except to block the sting of the tiny shards. Jenny, just ahead of me, took the full brunt of the attack and staggered backwards. Good thing her skirt was so tight or it probably would have whipped up and exposed her more fully to the painful gust.

I stepped in front of her and helped to shield her even while I reached for my belt. I felt the supple body of the officer press against my back. I fully approved. Even aside from the obvious pleasure of the maneuver, it managed to get her more fully out of the wind and share what measure of body heat we could. My Viking heritage provided me some degree of resistance to the cold and my body reacted by pumping up the heat.

"Rayna, your on!" I shouted into the wind. Instantly, red energy began to pour from my pokeball. It coalesced a little ways away, beyond the full brunt of the blizzard attack, into a dark dog-shaped biped. My riolu had come out to play.

Thankfully, the introduction of another pokemon into the scenario gave the rogue abomasnow something else to think about. The blizzard attack instantly cut off as the pokemon turned its attention to its new opponent. My free hand reached behind me and I guided Officer Jenny off to one side of the small glade.

Where my hand touched her bare thigh, I could feel how cold she was. Her body shook with heavy shivers. That was good. The attack, powerful as it had been, could easily have pushed her over the edge and straight into hypothermia. If her body was still strong enough to shiver then she hadn't passed into any dangerous stages yet.

I clipped my pokeball back to my belt and maneuvered her around to my side where I could wrap both of my arms around her. Her arms curled against her chest and she huddled in what warmth I had to provide. Aware that we looked like a couple on the cover of a cheap romance novel, I turned my attention back to the brewing battle.

Grass-ice was an unusual dual-type for a pokemon. While it provided a fair resistance to a handful of different attacks it also left the poor thing open to an astounding array of other attacks. Fire was the most obvious, and most damning, weakness but there were a number of lesser types that would work perfectly well. Thankfully, my riolu knew a number of them. I went with her own type to add to my advantage.

"Rayna, get in close for close combat!"

The abomasnow apparently decided to focus its attention entirely on my much smaller pokemon. Rather than blanket the area in snow once more, its hand began to glow turquoise and raised above its head, prepared to meet the incoming anthropomorphic puppy. Although size isn't always a good indication of speed, I was fairly confident that my little gal could get her attack in first.
She did. Her one-two punch combination slammed heavily into the walking tree and staggered it back. I was impressed that the attack didn't knock it out entirely. It spoke well for its level that it could take such a powerful strike, particularly when it was at a type disadvantage to a strike that was my own pokemon's type.

The descending hammer blow clipped Rayna's shoulder and knocked her down to the ground. She skidded a few feet but bounced back up into a fighting stance once more. That was my girl! A born brawler, she'd only get tougher when she evolved. "Rayna, metal claw!"

The abomasnow wasn't willing to let her get in close a second time. Both its paws flew out in front of it, to point at my gal. Dagger-sized shards of ice began to shoot out of nowhere directly at my beleaguered pokemon. "Abomaaaaaaaaaa-snow!" Although gravely and rough, there was enough pitch to the call that I realized this was a chick fight.

Rayna managed to block some of them with the improbably transformed steel paws of hers, but some still got through to damage her. I winced in sympathy but she struggled in to close range. Her arms flashed in the light and swiped at the bigger pokemon. Although the abomasnow staggered, she remained standing. Very impressive! Though it was clear there was little fight left to her.

I pulled out a pokeball and glanced at it. I didn't have any more left. I'd never bought any more and had only picked up enough to fill out a party. After all, I didn't have a computer account here, so I wasn't certain any excess I caught would be transferred where I could get them.

The abomasnow would be the perfect completion to my party. There wasn't any doubt that I wanted to capture it. What I didn't know was whether or not she was now weak enough to stay caught. In the game, if you failed to catch a pokemon you lost the pokeball. The show had never really dealt with it, since they didn't inventory the characters' gear. I might only have one shot at this.

My arm reared back even before I realized I'd made my decision. It was awkward to throw, around the woman pressed against my body, but the ball flew true and reeled in the giant pokemon with its ubiquitous red energy. I held my breath as the pokeball rocked a few times. Finally, the red light came on and I sighed my relief. I'd caught an abomasnow!

I looked down to see how Jenny was doing. In the heat of the battle, I hadn't noticed that she'd stopped shivering. That didn't mean she'd backed off any, however. I also hadn't noticed that her arms had snuck out from between us to circle my chest. Now, only her soft body pressed against me.

The mask had slipped and I could see the emotions behind her thoughts. Unfortunately, the concern and nerves I saw there didn't help. I'd fulfilled my end of the bargain and it would quickly come time to discover what I would ask of her.

Time. That was something else I suddenly noticed. It was slipping closer and closer to dusk. Might be able to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey. I'd planned to get a room at the Hotel Grand Lake. Unfortunately, I don't know if they stop taking reservations at some point. You think you could accompany me and put in a good word to get a room?"

Jenny nodded, uncertain. I'd delayed the revelation for a little while, which would probably hang over her like a Sword of Damocles, but at the same time it meant I'd have an actual room, and bed! With the thought of bondage in mind, I couldn't imagine very many people who wouldn't prefer somewhere comfortable to being tied to a tree.

I collected my two newest pokemon and was surprised when she offered me a ride on her bike. Not a bicycle, like mine, and actual motorcycle. And, from what I could tell, it was a beauty as well. I gratefully accepted, shrunk my miraculous bike to fit in the pocket of my backpack, and carefully slid on behind her. Her body held a relaxed tension when I slid my arms around her waist and leaned against her. The way she leaned back, slightly, suggested she appreciated the sensation.

The hotel was still open and accepting customers. When I got a room, they offered to send someone along to show me where it was with only the briefest glance at my credit rating. Apparently I was doing a lot better than I thought. Jenny waved the staff off and informed them she would act as my guide.

Jenny closed the door with her back and slid the latch closed without even looking at it. I thought that might have been the answer to my question, until I turned around and saw the stark fear written on her expression. The time had come and she now dreaded my choice more than she anticipated the possibility that I might figure it out.

That settled it. "I'd like you to tie me up and have your way with me."

Her eyes widened in shock and her body tensed. For a moment I thought I'd chosen wrong. I couldn't imagine a submissive being so nervous about being asked to tie someone else up. Maybe they'd fear they'd be a letdown, without the temperament to dish out what they preferred to receive, but not this level of fear.

Officer Jenny is never anything but decisive, however. It took only a moment for her mind to grapple with the unexpected. When it did, a feral grin broke out across her face. She strode purposely forward and grabbed my wrist.

I don't know how she spun me around. One moment I faced her and the next my arm was behind my back as she pushed me towards the bed. Conscious of the stipulations of our agreement, it didn't hurt but there was no question that I couldn't do anything but move where she directed me.

I thought she might at least let go so I could climb onto the bed. Once more my mind was left in the dust. With a practiced twist that would have put a judo master to shame, I flew threw the air and landed on my back. My arm jerked upwards and a ratchet and click pronounced my hand thoroughly captured.

My pulse, already quick, raced as she slowly climbed onto the bed. I don't think I reached out for her but somehow she caught my hand halfway between us. When she lifted her leg to straddle me, she planted my wrist firmly between her leg and my thigh. I was thoroughly trapped and hadn't had a chance to do anything about it.

The view was incredible! With her legs spread wide enough to accommodate my thick body, her short skirt had ridden up to the point where I could almost see her panties. Her assured posture excited me and emphasized her impressive physique. She casually twirled a second pair of handcuffs on the end of one finger with her other hand planted firmly on her hip.

"You have the right to be as loud as you want." She said with a smirk. "You have the right to enjoy yourself. You have the right to scream my name and plead for mercy. Unfortunately for you, I have none and will ensure that you cum hard and often. If you do not understand these rights, tough shit! You will in a few hours."

My cock jumped with each pronouncement. When she finished reading me my, somewhat unorthodox, rights she reached down to free my captive hand. The cuff slipped professionally around my wrist and my hand was dragged up to the head of the bed. Another quick motion later and I was well and truly stuck to the bed.

Jenny hadn't been idle, even while she secured my hand. The soft crevasse between her legs had begun to shift forward and back over the rapidly growing lump in my pants. I couldn't feel anything but the coarsest sensations, through the layers of clothing, but it was enough to elicit a gasp from me. Of course, the fact that her actions had caused her skirt to ride up that last inch, and reveal a peek of simple white cotton panties, didn't hurt either.

Her hands proved as deft at undoing my pants as they had been subduing my wrists. With a sharp jerk, pants and boxers suddenly found themselves tangled at my ankles. Jenny stood at the foot of the bed and admired the throbbing pole that stood at attention for her. Her smile grew and she cinched her tight skirt up around her waist before she prowled back onto the bed.

It didn't matter that my feet weren't bound. A man might need to tie a woman's legs open but it works easier if a man's are closed. Besides, her weight, as she slowly straddled higher up my body, was more than effective enough to keep me pinned. The fact that my clothing felt like I was bound only aided my sense of helplessness.

Jenny's hands twitched towards my shaft even before she got to it. After a moment, she gave in to the urge and her warm hands closed around the solid length. She luxuriated in a single drawn-out stroke before her body finally caught up to her hands. Her eyes half closed with a swoon when she pressed my cock against her underwear.

I couldn't help it! The sight of my dark, Mediterranean, flesh nuzzled against that cushiony chevron of pristine white fabric almost undid me right then and there. I was surrounded by the warmth of her crotch and the firm grasp of her fingers. I wanted to close my eyes, to hold back the rushing desire, but couldn't take my eyes from the heavenly sight.

She had other ideas. She began a torturously slow stroke that caused my balls to rub the soft fabric where it vanished between her luscious thighs. I whimpered. She pulled serenely and carefully and let the sensitive ridge trail against her underwear as her hands retreated back down. I warned her to stop (who'm I kidding, I begged), certain of how close I was. I didn't want our time together to be so short.

I should have known she wasn't the type to honor the letter of the contract and not the spirit. She'd flat out told me it wasn't going to be that simple! I'd picked up on her fantasy and she had every intention of making it last as long as she possibly could.

Jenny took one hand off of me and began to stroke more insistently with the other. I groaned as I felt the pressure build and my body flare, on the edge of orgasm. She slipped her free hand under the bunched up skirt and plucked it forward, free of her body, just as I felt the fevered seed race the length of my shaft.

My voice rang through the rented cottage. Opal lust shot upward. She refused to slow her ministrations as more and more of my cum launched itself on her. The first load hit her bellybutton and began to drip even as more and more coated her muscular stomach. Some hit her skirt and blouse but her attention made certain every last drop remained on the inside. Only the small amount that seeped out, or dripped down, onto her panties would be visible from the outside, and even then only if her skirt was up.

An interminable while later, after which she'd already coaxed me into giggling like a school-girl over the unbearable sensations she refused to relent, she finally slowed to a stop. She let go of me and crawled back to the end of the bed. Where she proceeded to straighten out her clothes and prove she could rush out the door that minute and be free of signs of her activities. The knowledge that my cum could mark her, even as she went about her duties, caused my now-flaccid form to stir slightly.

"Very good." She approved. She hiked the skirt back up and a simple knot, made of the tails of the unbuttoned bottom of her shirt, held it firmly in place. She unbuttoned one side of the lighter blue triangle and allowed it to drape open slightly. Through the crack I could see a hint of white cotton mounds. "Now, let's see how quickly I can coax you back to life."

I didn't favor her chances. She was beautiful, but even lingerie couldn't do much to revive me that quickly after sex. It didn't matter to my body that we hadn't actually had sex, but the end result was the same. Even the sensual, cat-like, way she pulled herself back onto the bed had little effect.

Her brown eyes were locked on mine. The glint in them dared me to look away. My limp dick sagged right between our joined gazes making us both acutely aware of how close she was. The breath I'd only just managed to even out caught in my throat when her jaw dropped open without the slightest other indication that she could judge the relative distance.

Of course she knew. Her focus never dropped from my eyes but her lower lip curled to scoop up the tip of my soft form. Her upper lip instantly followed suit. I groaned when suction alone drew my shrunken length entirely into her mouth.

Just the visual was enough to cause a pulse of satisfaction. The "o" of her mouth continued onward to press firmly against my groin. Another pulse and her mouth tightened around me as the corners of her lips curled upward, slightly, in a smile.

Jenny's tongue began to circle and caress me. She sucked harder and pulled her head up slightly. My breath became ragged and my body finally acquiesced and began to pump blood back downward. Her thumbs ran up the inside of my thighs, caused my balls to shift and tighten, until they reached the top of my thighs where her hands clenched and pressed my hips firmly against the bed.

Her hat fell off and her green hair began to tickle in time with the bob of her head. The feel of my shaft growing incessantly inside her mouth was beyond description. The moist warmth got tighter and tighter with each beat of my heart. My tip pressed deeper every second until I thought I might explode. The sentiment very nearly became a reality when I pierced her throat and felt her gag reflex throbbing around me.

Her head jerked back, almost too late for either of us. I was already so close it hurt. The slight break, as she tried to regain control of her body, pulled me back enough I didn't fear I might cum the moment she touched me. She pulled herself upright and I felt a jerk of sheer excitement at the sight of the glisten of white that frosted all of her exposed flesh beneath the skirt. Stains had already begun to form on those once-pristine panties.

"Haven't known a man yet that couldn't be resurrected with a kiss." She said with a gleam in her eye that most assuredly would have revived me equally well. She sensuously licked her lips with a wistful look. "You know, I had to force myself to stop, gag reflex or no. You didn't leave much on yourself last time and one little taste just didn't seem enough. There'll be time enough for that later, though."

This time, my already turgid cock did jump in response. My arms strained as my body tried to get closer to her. She crept an inch at a time. Her knees held my legs together and those stained cotton panties and sticky waist moved torturously slowly. Finally, she snuggled me against her plush body and I groaned in anticipation. Officer Jenny clucked her tongue.

"You do realize that I'm not as close as you are, don't you?" I blinked up at her, unable to comprehend. Her grin spread wider. "The way you're tied up turns me on. Yes, even sucking you off gets me more than a little wet. But it's not going to be so easy to get me to cum, my dear Lynx."

My breath began to shorten as the full implications dawned on me. Her grin practically split her face and she decided to spell it out despite my growing awareness. "I'm going to ride you until I cum, and cum hard! Meanwhile, I expect you're going to finish almost instantly, but there won't be any relief until I'm done."

I was so focused on that beautiful soft "v" that framed me that I didn't notice her hand move down to my ankles. Heck, I wouldn't have even noticed she'd leaned back if not for the way it snugged me closer to the slight valley in her underwear that so consumed my thoughts. All I could manage beyond base desire was to wonder how she'd manage to get rid of the offensive panties without letting me up.

Of course a cop would have noticed the almost imperceptible bulge of the utility knife in my pocket. Conscious of my riveted attention, she brought it down right above the band of her underwear to unfold the blade. She was an officer of the law. Not for a moment did it cross my mind the damage she could do with it there. All I could think of was that her panties were already ruined. She lifted herself up and very carefully cut a slit down the center that revealed everything from her clit on back. She tossed the knife aside after meticulously folding it closed once more.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't even think. All I could focus on were those glistening pink lips and the purple rigid tip of my lust. She leaned back, her weight mostly on hands planted behind her and lifted her hips. My body shuddered against the restraints.

Her supple lips parted as they tickled up the underside of my shaft. It pulsed with my need, too close to climax already. Jenny saw, and felt, my reaction and changed her mind. Rather than shift her hips and pierce herself with my length, she began to rock up and down. She meant what she said. I was going to cum hard! The only difference was that she now intended me to start before she rode me.

Not that I was the only one getting turned on by it. Each pass, up and down, rubbed her enflamed mound against my solid shaft. Better still, every time she slid down, my tip caught against the edge of the slit she'd cut in the fabric, drove me between her underwear and the soft curls of her hair, and pressed me more firmly against her lust.

My arms yanked against the confines of the handcuffs. Need finally overwhelmed me and I could feel an even larger explosion than the first rise up. Once, then twice, more she ground against me and then I felt the burning pressure burst.

Her hips, on an upstroke, quickly slid back down to catch me within her already-ruined panties. A soul-deep groan ripped from her and almost overpowered my gasps and moans. I felt my cum launch and immediately become tangled between the fabric and her unshaved crotch.

Jenny's hips pumped up and down much more quickly. She kept these strokes shallow in order to keep me trapped and milk more of my opal lust directly onto her flesh. She managed to balance herself on a single hand in order to release the other to rub the mess more firmly against her. The sordid attention only muddled my foggy thoughts further.

Even though I couldn't think, through the unbearable pleasure she continued to force upon me, she proved her earlier threats. What little thought I could manage believed she'd simply missed a stroke, when her hips lifted far enough that I popped fully free of the fabric prison and even slipped beneath her precious bud. A single flex of her surprisingly strong arm vaulted her upright and a timeless moment later she was poised above me with my length barely cushioned at the gates of her desire.

Time resumed and gravity took over. Jenny's knees slid out to either side in what would undoubtedly have been a perfect split had my body not been in the way. But oh GODS am I glad I was! She wasn't as tight as some who I'd trysted with but the way her body pressed down against my base, the way her soaked pussy veritably devoured my cock, sent my flagging endurance to whole new heights.

Best, or maybe worst, still, she managed not to climax right away. I could see from the tension in her stomach, the way her legs quivered as she bobbed up and down, the half-glazed look in her eyes, that there was nothing false in the gasps and moans that she uttered. Yet, somehow, she kept herself at the very edge of orgasm despite the obvious desire to let loose.

My body strained against the headboard. My hips and legs bucked futilely. My back arched in a desperate attempt to either free myself from the heavenly torment or to drive myself deeper and push her unexpectedly over the edge. With every shift and twist, her body flowed with the rhythm as expertly as she maneuvered her bike.

Even with only grunts and moans, and eventually whimpers and giggles, (I'm really not a screamer) I lost my voice before she was finished. I don't think my body could have possibly held enough semen to spit out constantly throughout but the sensation never wavered. The struggles finally wore down until my muscles could manage nothing more than twitches.
And then she came.

I'd lost count of my orgasms to the point where I'm not entirely certain I know where one began and another ended. There was no question with this one. Her depths squeezed me like the bottom of the ocean. The spastic seizures of her body had a rhythm all their own and a force that pounded down on me as instinct drove her to push me so deep that I might as well have cum straight into her ovaries (assuming there was actually anything left to come out of me).

The world turned white for a little while. My mind simply could not process the power of the sensations that flooded over me. Exalted by release after so long denied, Officer Jenny would not relinquish her climax and more than she had relented to it before.

However long it lasted, it was enough to wear her out. Jenny finally collapsed on top of me. I could feel the dried resin of my own lust where our stomachs pressed together. My crotch itched where her hardened hair poked through the split in her panties. The buttons of her memorable shirt dug into my flesh, unrepentant of the soft mounds of her breasts beneath.

I tried to croak out something. I'm not even sure what I wanted to say. Thank you seemed so paltry. Words alone were simply insufficient to explain how incredible it had been. Fortunately, I suppose, my voice failed me utterly.

Jenny, however, didn't have that problem. "Damn! It's been a long time since I've had a ride like that. I just haven't been able to get close enough to a guy to let him know I enjoy having him helpless beneath me. Besides, no one ever seems to understand that it doesn't have to be about dominance or pain or whatever."

I managed a meek nod, despite my protesting muscles. I did understand. There's nothing quite like knowing that you can push someone beyond their pleasure tolerance limit and they can't stop you. It's almost torture, but in a way that they will thank you for later. Hell, I'd have spilled any secrets I had to get her to stop beyond a certain point.

"Now," Jenny continued, "I hope you don't take this wrong, I'm not really looking for any serious commitments or anything, but I do hope you'll be able to come back through this way sometime."

I smiled. A few snorts of laughter managed to work their way through my ragged breath. I nodded, the only way I could show I understood and agreed. My heart froze when the mischievous grin spread across her face.

"Just to make sure, though, I can think of a way to bring you back."

My throat was raw but my body managed to find a means to whimper piteously as Jenny began to crawl down my body towards the foot of the bed. My limp form fell out of her almost immediately. A trail of drops of her still weeping lust fell on my hindered legs. Once more, she stopped with her head just above my abused manhood.

Her grin widened when she opened her mouth and I knew I was in real trouble now. She'd had her taste and, this time, I knew she wouldn't stop until she got a full meal. I could only hope my body would be able to find some portion of me left to satisfy her. If that was even possible!

Copyright December 2011, by Deathlynx