Guidance for an Ace Detective Ch. 01

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

She rode a high that felt like it never ended, it may as well have been an eternity. But at last Ash's fingers stilled, her breathing becoming soft pants as her bucking hips settled. The girl had lost count of how many orgasms she had experienced. By the end, it had not been pleasureful anymore but rather a forced need she had been compelled to satisfy.

The woman in heat's fogged up head gradually cleared, and she found herself splayed out on the restroom floor. Her panties were a crumpled little silk ball, soaked with her juices, next to the gun. Her bra was still clasped, now askew on her torso, with her breasts laid bare. She was panting. Exhausted.

"Shit. She could barely remember the last... hour?" She groaned, and shambled on unstable legs back towards the hotel room's door, her clothes discarded everywhere along the way. Her phone had two missed calls and it was halfway to noon. "Double shit! Make that one hour of enforced orgasmic bliss almost four." Ash winced, massaging her forehead. "She had taken a heavy fucking dose indeed."

Exhausted eyes stared at the disarray of clothes for a few seconds, but she did not bother putting them on again. Instead she steered her mess of a human form to the hotel bed and crash landed onto the soft futon. The ace detective fell asleep immediately.

***

Ash awoke to grating blips and blops of a ringing phone, a silly melody her sister had composed for her a long time ago. She sat up and groggily rubbed her face, and then reached for the cell phone lying on the nightstand. Five missed calls now. All from the same woman.

"Yeah?" She felt weird to talk. Honestly, it still felt wrong for her to do anything aside from dropping her gun and debase herself, to repeat the same insults over and over. She could feel herself getting better now, at least.

"Oh my gosh, Ash! You're alright!?" Di's voice. Always kind and compassionate. Hearing someone other than the lowlife that had commanded her obedience was strange too.

"Yup! No need to worry, Di. I'm Ashley Moorey, 'Manhunter', 'The Young Ace of the Bureau', am I not?" She tried a joke, quoting some trashy tabloid article from a year or so back. The interview was just some propaganda bullshit her boss had forced her to sit through. It had made her out to be some sort of superhero. Reality was much--she flashed back to herself masturbating on the bathroom floor, then to the young girl in the school swimsuit, covered in blood, dancing and giggling like a marionette despite her grotesque countenance--much more complicated. Less heroic and noble, more dirty.

"M-manhunter, huh?" After a few seconds of shocked silence, the girl on the phone chortled. "Umm, okay. How are you feeling? Any side effects or... well, any problems at all?"

"No no, I'm fine. That crap didn't get to me at all. Stubborn as a mule, y'know? I'm just really, really freaking tired." Ash lied in response.

"Wow! I sure am glad it's you dealing with all this, Ash... Well, you've got a day or two off so be sure to take care and relax some. I'll send you some great restaurants and places you could check out later. If you... umm... let me know if you want some company for dinner, okay?"

The ace detective thanked her friend and gave a soft sigh as soon as she hung up. Di was too sweet for this line of work. Too sweet for this world to be honest. Another foreigner bitch who-

No. Stop. This time it worked; the other voice in her head quieted down. The influence of his goddamn second-gen Buzzer finally began to fade.

While the tools her organization had recently developed allowed her, and other field agents, to resist commands issued by a mind control device, a so-called Buzzer, the tech was still in development and highly experimental. It did little to alleviate the allure and satisfaction of obeying an order or a command, especially a non-harmful one. So, while the tech actually made it possible for her, and other agents to resist the mind control creeps they now hunted, to actually do so required real self-control and a strong presence of mind.

She shuddered, revisiting splinters of memories of her writhing on the restroom floor, calling herself a 'foreign cunt bitch' over and over while her sex felt as though it was on flames. Ash prided herself over her unbreakable iron will, that she was as stubborn as a whole family of cranky mules, but even she had been reduced to a horny puddle that needed to--wanted to!--obey some yakuza creep human slaver. The power of this second-gen Buzzer tech was fearsome. The eggheads back at base really needed to step up their game, pronto, unless they wanted a bloodbath on their hands. Or something even worse than a bloodbath.

Well, enough musings in bed, she should get ready! Aside from a chance to crack down on some more sickos, Ash had been eager to lead an operation in Japan for another reason; she really, really needed to catch up with her sister.

Mary had been dodging her calls and ignoring her texts for a while now, which was extremely odd, as their sisterly dynamic just a little prior had been the reverse--Mary pestering Ash for attention while the older sister did her best to oblige despite being constantly swamped with work. If Mary were someone else, Ash would be extremely worried by now, but thanks to her younger sister's job, she was easy to keep track of.

Ash subscribed to her sister's weird roleplay online video streams, and they still came out almost every day. In fact, Mary had even increased the number of videos she produced per week. As the "ever serious older sister", Ash struggled a little every time she heard the strange, screeching voice Mary used whenever she played the... what was it again, her "crocodile and cat" cartoon character. That voice made her sister sound like a child, and the way her viewers cheered on the green-haired gremlin's tantrums and silly antics sure did not help alleviating the issues Ash took with the infantilization her sister was subjected to.

Even though her head was still throbbing, Ash grabbed her phone and logged onto the video streaming site to confirm her sister's status. Today "Amethyst Croconyaa~" played some scary game, and Mary did a stellar job playing up how spooked she was by the happenings and how much in need she was of her viewers' emotional support. Donations kept raining over her sister as usual and Mary made sure to thank each donor profusely, even claiming she loved a few of them.

Ash smirked and rolled around some more in bed, tittering to herself, listening to her born-actor of a little sister ham it up for her strange fans. Mary's current profession was odd as hell, but it seemed harmless enough. How she could be raking in cash producing such infantile online entertainment was impossible to grasp for someone like Ash, but it did not seem a half-bad way to make a living as a side gig for a girl invested in "anime stuff" like Mary.

Stretching one last time, Ash amassed the willpower necessary to finally get up. Something was up with her little sister, but she seemed fine. Ash had seen so much shit these last few years that her mind could not help but wander somewhere dark. Cults, debts, forced labor. Buzzers. But this was most assuredly nothing more than the case of a hardworking young woman trying to establish herself in a burgeoning (sorta freaky, but not too bad) industry, affording her little time left over for her family. Besides, what kind of weirdo would even imagine making use of a mind control device to force Mary to broadcast anime-themed video streams all the time?

***

Ash dressed in civilian clothes but she had been instructed to always conceal carry, even when abroad. To her, that meant bringing the earpiece along as well. It was overly cautious (nobody would jump her with a goddamn Buzzer on the Tokyo subway in the middle of the day!) but trained habits were hard to shake. Besides, the music she listened to helped clear her head of the final vestiges of last night's encounter.

Mary lived in what seemed like a trendy area of the city, perfect for an outgoing young woman like her! Passing by some night clubs on her brisk walk from the metro station, Ash could just imagine her bundle-of-joy little sister up on the stages there, performing her particular mix of rap and pop. Her sister's music made little sense to her, but Ash had since long accepted that she was an "old soul" when it came to things like modern music and the other "internety" stuff that Mary was so attuned too. While Ash's exterior may look ten years younger than her real age, her mental age was probably ready to retire.

The ace detective felt a surprising emotional high while she climbed the stairs to where she knew her sister lived. She absolutely had to ask Mary a little more about those clubs! Perhaps they could go out and drink some together? They never did things like that before, just the two of them, but they honestly should! Ash wanted to reconnect, hear more about how Mary's weirdo life playing this "Amethyst Croconyaa~"-character treated her. How big of a cut of those ridiculous donations did Mary even get to keep? Was her sister a millionaire now or something?!

Her trained eyes spotted that the door to her sister's place was unlocked. Ash considered the doorbell for a moment, but figured it would be more fun, more spontaneous (and out of character for her!), to just open the door and barge in: "Ash Moorey, your dry and straight-laced older sister's showing up out of the blue, here in Japan--betcha didn't expect that, sis!?" She chuckled to herself, and opened the door.

Ash stepped into her sister's smallish apartment and was assaulted by so many terrible sights that it took her a brief moment to react! The one-bedroom apartment was incredibly messy and had almost no furniture aside from a computer and a desk. The walls, floor and even the ceiling were plastered with pictures and posters of Mary's virtual avatar, so many of them that they overlapped here and there.

The crusty computer chair had been dragged to the middle of the room, and in it sat a man. A balding, middle-aged man with stubble and heavy-set eyes. The eyes were closed, and the man grunted ugly sounds as he leaned back, making himself comfortable in the chair. On the floor, with her face buried in the old man's crotch was a girl on her knees, moaning as she rubbed her nose in his pubic hair. Wet sounds of the girl's fingers filled the untidy room, intermingled with the man's heavy breathing as his cock was serviced fervently by her mouth. The smacking sounds of the girl's lips and tongue on the man's shaft were almost drowned out by manic moans from the girl herself.

"M-mary?!" Ash gasped. It had taken her a second before she had recognized the woman giving fervent fellatio in this messed-up home. Her younger sister's blonde hair was colored a garish shade of green, and she wore a halter top bra and panties of the same color and shading. Ash could make out thick swaths of make-up smeared over her sister's face, runny marks of dark eyeshadow that streamed down hollowed cheeks.

Her sister's body was almost unrecognizable! Mary had always been curvy, blessed with a perfect hourglass figure and just a trace of a belly that had made so many guys back home crazy about her! The pitiable "thing" on the floor looked sickly and malnourished, skinny enough that her belly had caved in on itself, ribs and bones visible under ashy skin.

Ash was no prude. If she had walked in on her sister blowing her boyfriend, or even some weirder and kinkier stuff, she would have laughed, closed the door and returned an hour later or so. Given the two lovebirds some time to properly enjoy themselves. This sickening display was not that! This was bad! Evil. Mind control shit. Her vision targeted the freak getting his dick wet just as he opened his sallow eyes in turn, and met her gaze, at last registering that they had a visitor.

"Oho! The sister!!" He laughed with an unassuming, boring sort of voice while leaning back some more. Her little sister kept sucking and sucking. "What a goddamn freak coincidence!"

The ace detective reached for her gun--this freak needed to be executed, she didn't care about consequences! As she did so, Ash took note of how Mary tilted her head to look up at her, the younger girl still keeping her mouth vacuumed to the old guy's penis.

"Shut the fuck up, creep! What the hell are-" The inquisition was abruptly cut short by a blood-curdling shriek, and some sort of wild animal pounced at her! No, not an animal--Mary! The twisted fury that shone in her sister's eyes when the disheveled girl clawed and bit into her legs, trying to topple her, terrified Ash for a moment. Her body then acted on simple instinct; the ace detective executing the combat training she had gone through to handle violent junkies. She effortlessly put Mary in a hold, disabling the she-beast's scratching arms and gnawing mouth.

"Calm the fuck down, Mary!" She growled, not consciously registering that the crazed creature she had just pinned was, or perhaps had been, her sister until she actually gave voice to it. Her sister, twisted to this thrashing monster. No! That was-

"Indeed. Calm down, Croconyaa~. Be still and quiet for a while." Ash heard the pervert in need to be filled with bullets agree with her. The frenzied thrasher in her grasp obeyed him. "Hrmm... she hates you so much that she need to see you gone more than she desire to still the need to suck me off, huh? Kind of makes me... sad somehow, y'know? Like I'm less of a man..."

Ash whirled up from the floor, her weapon in her hand and aimed directly at the mass of revolting man flesh. He was just a bit taller than her, with a thick neck and greasy features; he nonchalantly displayed his erect member, shiny slick with her little sister's spit, and stood before her naked, aside from a dirty old t-shirt featuring a bombardment of anime-styled porn pictures. The very avatar of a disgusting male pervert had reared its ugly, bigoted head before her!

"Now now, hand over that weapon, Ashley Moorey. A hot little thing like you shouldn't play with dangerous toys like that. You agree, don't you?" He murmured with a wolfish grin. Ash registered how a small mechanical device placed on her sister's computer desk began to hum and whir along with his words and she felt the by now familiar echo of a pull from a Buzzer empower his revolting command. Her earpiece did what it should to cancel his toy out, and Ash met the rapist asshole's grin and smiled back, defiantly.

"Screw you!" She recognized this feeling, the strength of the voice reverberating inside of her, trying to make her give over her gun. He packed first-gen gear; dealing with him would pose no problem at all!

"...g-guh..!" The man deflated before her very eyes, the cocky grin turning to a nervous smile, his erection going softer along the capitulation of his bravado. "Uhhh... p-perhaps we can, work something out, Ashley. Y-you're umm... you're a cop or something, right? I'm-"

"Shut it, creep. You're gonna tell me all about what you did to my sister. I'm real interested in whoever handed an old loser fuck like you a fucking Buzzer! Then you're gonna grovel for your life for a while." And then I'll shoot you dead for this, you rapist swine, she added mentally. Ash glanced over at the Buzzer placed on the desk, and took note that it looked different than the others. Much more primitive, like a typewriter compared to a computer. Curious, perhaps that was why the signals it emitted were so weak?

"O-of course, Ms. Moorey. I'll tell you everything, p-please just-"

Ash reached out to touch the still whirring, weird-looking device; the ace detective's demise occurred in less than an instant.

"Ahhnnhh..!" The girl both moaned and screamed as her legs gave in under her. She fell to the floor, as though she had just been electrocuted. As soon as her fingertips had come in contact with the metal of the primitive Buzzer, an impossible shockwave had erupted from it, into her, and had traveled along her spine all the way up to her brain. Her head suddenly felt an impossible jumbled mess of thoughts and ideas. She tried to move her limbs and failed. She tried to stand and failed. She tried to talk, to make any noise aside from a quiet, moaning whine, and failed. Every thought was a struggle, every movement an impossible chore. She OBEY needed SUBMIT this was WEAK she had SLUT her head BIMBO she SLAVE she Mary she... no....

The spasming girl on the floor vaguely registered how the ugly man walked up to her and squatted down beside her. His flaccid cock grew harder again by the second. Her mouth watered at the sight of such a delectable object. "No, that was wrong! She-"

"Jesus, am I glad I DNA-lock my shit!"

What SLAVE is he MASTER she was WHORE Ashley she her...

"Tsk-tsk." He clicked his tongue and wiped away some drool and spittle than dribbled down Ashely's chin with his dirty t-shirt. "So yeah, you just took a quick dose of the strongest stuff I have, detective Moorey. Forgive the political incorrectness, but you're pretty much retarded now. Retarded, obedient and constantly horny. Some guys enjoy that shit, but to me, seeing a hot slut reduced like this--it's just a waste of a... beautiful mind."

"I'll answer one of your questions now, though: how I got the 'Buzzer' as you just called my sweet little mechanical baby girl." He grabbed her face and made Ash look at him. Her eyes spun in her head and she could barely grasp that there was someone talking to her. All she could take in was that he had a hard cock, and how weird it was that it was not already jammed deep inside of her.

"I built it myself! Just like I've made all the other weaker devices getting spread around now. Fun stuff, huh? Keeping you straight-and-narrow boys and girls on your toes. Still, can't believe this fucking coincidence, running into you on the very day and hour I finally decided to cash in on that overdue fuck from cute little Amethyst Croconyaa~. This must be destiny, huh? A sign from high above that I should take you under my wing!"

"See, I've taken upon myself the arduous duty to provide some proper guidance to troubled young women. Maidens who've lost their way and place in this great maelstrom of chaos we call modern life and society. By my reckoning, you fit the bill as well as one could, detective Moorey. You want my help? In need of a life coach, perchance? "

"Khhh..! Y-y... ffkk..!" She tried to FUTILE communicate something WORTHLESS It's SUCK she it's COCK why was SUBMIT she... SHE NEEDED TO SUBMIT AND SERVE AS A GOOD LITTLE SLUT! No..! That's not... WORSHIP HIS SUPERIOR COCK! OFFER HIM HER EVERYTHING! S-stop!

"C'mon, defiant 'til the bitter end, detective? You really wanna remain like this and rot away sucking dicks in some two-bit brothel? Hell, I'll even promise you that I'm not gonna mess with your head when I fix you back up. Not that you'd ever know if I actually did." He snickered. "You are in need my help and counsel aren't you, detective Moorey?"

"H-h...h-eelp.." Her sluggish mouth managed to pant out, in-between the moans.

"Fucking hell!! That's almost enough to make me cum right there!" He hollered and hooted. "Ball-busting 'Ace Detective' Ashley Moorey, the 'Manhunter' herself, begging me for help? Where's that sister of yours?! I've got a raging boner for that delusional anime basketcase to take care of!" The man looked vigorously around the room, as if he needed to search for Mary, still prone on the floor by the door. "You just held me at gunpoint but now you're in dire need of me aren't you, bitch detective?!" The inventor of her demise fell silent for a moment, and then shrugged. "Well, why not? I've been in the mood to try improving the efficacy of the process for rebuilding a broken mind for a while now."