"Willy!" screamed Jane at the top of her lungs, "What did you do to my eggs?"
A geeky, young man ran into the kitchen to find his bulky elder sister seething with rage. He cringed when he saw her smoldering eyes.
Jane was the kind of woman any man would not want to meet in a dark alley. She was tall and huge and built like a brick shit house. Her massive breasts threatened to burst the masculine shirt under her business suit and her bum was barely contained by the taut fabric of the short skirt. She would have been pretty if not for her bulbous nose and she was actually scary anytime she laughed. She looked like a wolf anytime she bared her teeth.
"What's wrong with them" asked Willy weakly as he fretted with his overly long hair. He was thin as a reed and wore huge goggles looking like a bespectacled ostrich. Jane stared at her junior brother with contempt.
"What's wrong with them, you ask?" She raised her plate and showed it to him, "I wanted my eggs sunny side up and not scrambled. I told you that yesterday. Are you hard of hearing?"
"But fuck off. You disgust me."
Willy bowed his head and left the kitchen. Jane sighed exasperatedly and ate the eggs anyway. Grabbing her bag she headed for the garage.
Jane was one of the top detectives in the city and the only woman with the rank of Captain. She had got to that position mainly by bullying her way past her weaker male colleagues. Apart from being physically stronger than most officers she was an expert at martial arts and boxing. Also she had a degree in law and she was an intense interrogator and negotiator. She was ready to resort to any means necessary to catch crooks and rarely showed pity or mercy earning her the name 'Dirty Jane'. Nobody liked her. She liked being disliked. She loved the tension.
Her brother was a complete contrast to her. He was soft and weak and a chronic underachiever and after working as a teller at a drugstore for ages managed to secure a job at a comic book company. He was the regular penciller on Spider Babe and he was quite good at it. Jane wasn't happy for him. Ever since their parents died she had been the bread winner. She thought comic book artists were perverts and she hated spiders anyway.
Jane got to her desk and immediately called her deputy Tony to bring her up to speed. There was a wave of kidnapping and rapes in the city: women were being abducted off the streets by a lone assailant and taken to unknown places and thoroughly fucked. Although signs of violence were minimal, the women were found drugged, naked, bound and unconscious in garbage heaps a day after their disappearance, all their orifices filled with sperm. The sperm was dead evidence against the rapist but no matches had come up. Who was this guy?
"We know that all the victims are of a particular type and build" said Tony, a fine young man and an even more promising detective. Jane used to bitch him until she realized he wasn't emasculated by her position. Since then she left him alone and he became her trusted sidekick.
"They are all quite tall, athletic, strong willed and mostly brunettes."
"Hmm. You wouldn't be describing me by any chance?"
"Of course not but the thought had occurred to me."
"I want this guy found. Put every man on the job."
"There's something else you should know."
"Your cousin is out of prison."
The normally ice cool policewoman suddenly paled. Rick her cousin was the black sheep of her family. He was her late mother's sister's only son and had been a delinquent from birth. He was a sexual predator and had once tried to rape Jane when she was twelve. Jane had managed to fight him off but just. Now she was thirty five and she was confident she could finish him in a re-match. She couldn't wait.
"Three weeks ago."
"That coincides with when the rapes started. We must find out if he's in town and track him down. Then I'll deal with him myself."
"Yes, Boss." Tony almost wished Rick wasn't the culprit. For his sake.
Jane was about to close for the day and went to the ladies' room to take a leak and powder her nose. She had barely sat on one of the toilet seats when she spied a huge black spider taking his constitutional walk across the ceiling above her cubicle. She immediately turned white and her eyes turned to saucers. Using every ounce of her resolve not to scream, she pulled up her panties and skirt and fled the cubicle with her head low. She hated spiders ever since one dropped on her head from a tree when she was six. She had gone ape-shit and the experience had given her permanent arachnophobia. She was careful not to let anyone know about it because she would be laughed out of the department. 'Hey, Dirty Jane is scared of spiders!' they would say. She wouldn't hear the end of it. She was still shivering when she drove home.
She was on the treadmill when her phone rang. Dressed in only a half-top and tights she looked stunning. Her magnificent boobs defied gravity despite their size and weight and her abs seemed hewn out of rock. Her ass looked like it was carved from stone, her long legs etched from oak. She hopped off the treadmill and picked up the phone.
"Who's this?" she asked, her voice like a fall of gravel.
"Hi, Baby" a voice drawled. Jane felt a delicious ripple of fear and anger rush down her spine.
"Rick, you bastard!" she hissed.
"How are you? It's been ages since we were last together."
"How was prison? I hope you got your ass raped in jail."
"No, but I got to rape some though."
Jane bristled at his smug, arrogant tone and hated herself for the sensations she felt. She was alarmed that her nipples were getting hard!
"Now that I'm out of prison I need to get myself some real pussy this time. I heard you're quite buff now. It would be really fun to spread those taut ass cheeks of yours and plug my boner way deep in your shit hole."
Jane felt a white hot wave of fury wash over her.
"When I find you" she spat "I'll make you beg me to kill you."
"Ha ha! I think it will be the other way round. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a year. I'll be dropping by soon to take you on a date. Just you and me."
"You stupid fuck..." The phone went dead.
Jane had barely got to the office the next day when Tony dumped some sheets of paper in front of her.
"What's this?" Jane asked.
"We found them at Rick's last known address. These are sketches of a woman."
Jane sat down heavily and leafed through the papers. Immediately she shivered. They were all light pencil sketches of a statuesque naked brunette in various forms of bondage. The face looked strikingly similar to hers.
"That looks like you, Boss" Tony said gravely.
"Yes, I'm aware of that."
"I think you must be his next target."
"It's possible but let's stay focused. Send out our boys to find him." Jane didn't tell Tony about the call she got from Rick. She knew he would freak out and suggest they case her house. She didn't want that. She was hoping Rick would make good on his threat and come over to the house. Then she would be ready for him.
"Funny" she said thoughtfully, "Didn't know Rick could draw so well."
Tony shrugged. "Maybe he picked it up in prison."
A week later and Rick had not made an attempt on her. He was no where to be found and she was getting listless. She became less edgy and started to relax. Maybe she had scared him off. The punk must have heard stories about her and decided against a rematch. Pity, she thought, she would have dearly loved to smash his face in.
After another fruitless day Jane went home again to roost. She was getting frustrated by the serial rape case and even though there were no other reported victims, Rick was still at large. She hadn't even bothered to tell Willy her brother about the threat. He would probably go bonkers and she was in no mood for his whining. Anyway she knew he was in no danger, he normally spent all his time in the basement drawing those horrible comics, ugh!
She took a long shower and mulled over the case. Her fabulous body dripped with water as she played with herself. Danger aroused her and her nipples were rock hard. She fingered herself for a long time and unwillingly fantasized about Rick beating her in a fight and fucking her senseless in her own room. She came with a grunt and felt ashamed of her thoughts. She reached for a towel and found none in the rack. Immediately she became pissed. If her kid brother had been wanking off on the towels again she would kill him!
She strolled naked out of the bathroom and marched down to the basement. She had had enough!
She would spend her pent up aggression on her dick of a brother and knock his teeth out. Stupid fag, she fumed.
Without bothering to knock she pushed open the door and marched down the rickety stairs in all her splendor.
She saw a figure huddling in a corner.
"Willy, come here right now!" she hissed as she stalked towards him.
"Hello, Jane" said a familiar voice behind her.
Jane stopped dead in her tracks as if shot. This proved to be her undoing. A hand holding a wet cloth clamped over her nose and she recognized the smell of chloroform. The other hand grabbed her right breast and began to squeeze it. She felt something hard jam into the cleft of her buttocks and she didn't want to believe that the monstrous object grinding against her was his penis.
Jane eyes flew open in panic as she felt herself succumbing to the fumes. She struggled gallantly but it was useless. She was faintly aware of Rick's mauling hand fondling her large boob and tweaking the erect nipple.
"Jane..." His breath on her ear was hot and stank of stale alcohol and tobacco, "I've waited so long for this. There are so many things I want to do to you..."
The last thing Jane heard before drifting to unconsciousness was a deep guttural grunt as he pushed the massive head of his dick against her bum hole.
TO BE CONTINUED...