The Lost Boy Ch. 02

"Shelter Sherriff's department, open up." He could hear the muffled voice beyond the door and his heart filled with a rush of hope. "This is Sheriff Liline, open the door."

The police! Maybe someone had witnessed what happened to him last night and called the cops, why didn't he think of going to the police last night first anyway? Instead of trusting a random stranger in the street.

Another few knocks at the door and Ian quickly jumped up, albeit a little too quickly as he suddenly felt his legs go a bit weak and jelly like and he was forced to recall what had happened to him last night. He definitely wasn't looking forward to trying to explain the circumstances to the cop but, he figured it was worth the humiliation. Better idea then just waiting for his assailant to appear from somewhere in the house and jump him again.

He clumsily darted to the door and grasped the handle, jerking it open with all his might. Feeling even more like a fool when he realized that he needed to unlock it first and nearly pulled his arm out of his socket. Rolling his eyes, he undid the latch and pulled the door open.

Liline could hear a rush of movement inside the home and didn't move her hand away from her weapon, she was still on edge after seeing the random Wretches above ground, but as the door swung free and her eyes fell on the small, sweaty, panicked looking boy in front of her, her worry melted away. "Well, well, well...he's much cuter up close."

Ian was met with a tall woman, long black hair which reached down past her shoulders with pale doll like flawless skin. She was taller than him, maybe about as tall as Valerie, perhaps taller. Her cop uniform was a light blue button up shirt with chest pockets and dark blue jeans. But speaking of chest, holy Hell was she busty. Ian's eyes did a swift once over of her form but stopped dead on her Goddess rack. They were contained under the shirt of course but the large swell in her chest did not lie, she was well endowed. One hand was on her hip near the holster on her belt holding all of her equipment, radio, cuffs, weapon, ammo, spray, baton, the whole enchilada. Her other hand was raised up as she was knocking on the door a moment ago. However it quickly transitioned from a knocking position to pushing down on her tinted sunglasses, moving them to the bridge of her perfect nose and peering at Ian more directly. Her eyes were dark, they almost looked black matching her hair from his lower angle.

"Hello there boy, do you live here?" She asked, already knowing the answer to that question but pretending to play coy. She looked over his obviously adrenaline fueled body. He was tiny compared to herself, but with a slim body that had slight curves in all the right places. Unfortunately his own smell seemed to be mixed with the scent of her sister. Valerie's scent was all over the boy, not making it unpleasant in any way. More like just annoying knowing that Valerie had gotten to him first and marked him. "Oh well, I'll remedy that shit."

Ian feverishly shook his head, "Um, no! No, no, I don't but thank God you're here! I need help. I...I was attacked last night! There's a woman, and she might still be here, I-"

She put up her hand to silence him, "Now, now calm down boy." She took a step back and curled her finger towards him. "Step outside, keep your hands where I can see them."

Without hesitation Ian followed her command, not raising his hands up but keeping them out in full site of her, "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry I just...you have no idea how happy I am to see you."

Liline watched him like a Hawke as he moved down the door step and out onto the front lawn, only sparing the interior of the house a quick side glance in case anyone else, or anything else was inside. "I can understand that. You're a very lucky guy we got the call when we did. You're in a very dangerous place right now." She reached into the house and pulled the door shut.

"What do you mean?" Ian asked.

"We received a call that the owner of this house, a miss Valerie kidnapped a young boy last night which I'm assuming that was you." He nodded, "Yeah well Valerie has been known to be a very dangerous woman. She's out of the house right now, so you should be thankful I showed up when I did. Who knows what else she could've done to you given more time." Ian felt a shiver at the thought, but was it a shiver from fear or... "Now I'm gonna need you to put your hands on the hood." Liline said gently nudging Ian in the direction of her vehicle.

He almost stumbled, it wasn't a hard push, but his legs still weren't at one hundred percent. "Oh...um, ok. Why?" He still complied with her command but wasn't sure why he needed to.

Liline on the other hand used this opportunity to drink in the site of his backside. She only saw it from a long distance last night, but now up close in personal. Fuck, this was gonna be a good day.

She didn't let it distract her too much though and stood directly behind his slightly bent over form. "I'm an officer of the law boy, I have to make sure you're not carrying anything that will hurt me." She then began patting the smaller body down, she started at the top of his shoulders, feeling along his sleeves and slim arms. Ian nodded seeming to buy her excuse to touch him. It wasn't a lie, she did need to make sure he had no weapons on him. But really, she just wanted to feel him up a little. Get a little idea of what the body she had fantasized about all night felt like. He wasn't printing that he had any sort of weapon, so she feigned her thorough search, peering down the back of his shirt to see the creamy flesh of his back. Followed by patting down his sides, the feminine curves he was sporting forced Liline to chew on her lip.

Fuck her pants were so constricting.

And speaking of pants, they were next. She started at his ankles and felt up them, not patting his legs but slowly snaking her hands up. "What's your name boy?" She asked, hoping to distract him from her movement.

"My name's Ian ma'am." He replied, still oblivious to her true intentions behind this pat down.

She didn't go too high up his slender legs, oh she wanted to, but that would be saved for later. She wanted him to feel like she was his rescuer, his savior. That would bring him to her and running away from her sister. She stood to her full height, satisfied enough for now with her search. "Well Ian, I'm Sherriff Liline. Now come on, let's get you out of here and somewhere safe." She placed her hand on the small of his back and started guiding him out of his position and over to the passenger side of her cruiser.

"Thank you so much Sheriff." He replied, looking up at her with his big blue, heart melting doe eyes.

"Silly, sweet boy..."

What followed afterwards was a drive of both sweet teasing tension and torture for Liline. Rolling the windows down didn't help as less and less of Valerie's scent remained clinging to Ian, but his own fresh smell of sex and innocence permeated the air in her car. Her hands squeezed the leather of her steering wheel in an iron grip while she tried to keep her cool. She was normally able to maintain her desire and give off a totally in control demeanor when it came to her own arousal. But something about this new boy in town. His delicious aura, his cute baby face, and lithe supple little body. It was giving her a raging rock hard boner.

He sat in the passenger seat while she drove the decent distance from Valerie's house to the police department. About a fifteen minute drive. He thanked her profusely for getting him out of there, and Liline assured him she was just doing her job. He also stated how cool it was being able to sit up in the front seat of a cop car, he'd been around police cruisers before but not like this. Such an innocent small smile of relief on his face made her fill with glee. He was so thankful that she had come to his rescue. Her headache from this morning completely gone from her mind under these new circumstances.

But part of her job would be questioning him about what happened the previous night, both for actual work purposes and also for her own knowledge. "I'm going to need to ask you a few things when we get to the station understand?" Ian shrank a bit at hearing that, "I'm gonna need to know everything that happened to you. For my report, got it?" And so that she would know how to top Valerie's performance as well. That he didn't look forward to, as he anticipated from before she would need to know all that transpired last night.

The filthy lewd acts of debauchery that took place, he balled up his fists in his lap to start kneading the fabric of his jeans. He could practically still feel her warm rod of girl meat, sliding up and down between his ass crack.

Immediately his legs squeezed tightly together and he quivered a bit in his seat. The images flashed in his mind, to him it happened only a few minutes ago. After they both came he passed out, then the next thing he knew he was awoken in her house. So the scene was still very fresh in his mind.

Valerie's long legs entangled in his own, her hair tickling the sides of his face as it dangled from her head down onto him. The feel of her lips against his own. Her clothed breasts pressing into his back. And her cock...

Ian clenched his eyes shut and tried to force the image from his mind, it was wrong, it was rape. He didn't want it and yet she forced herself on him. It didn't matter that she earned a physical reaction of pleasure from him. It still made it rape. It didn't matter that his dick was hard then...and it didn't matter that the thought of it made it hard now...

There was a sudden surge within the atmosphere of the car that Ian didn't seem to notice, but Liline did. A surge of excitement jolting through the air like an electric voltage that tingled her nerves. It mixed with his smell, and made it somehow even more intoxicating.

She gave him a sidelong glance and noticed his change in body language after telling him they were going to talk about what happened to him. He was excited, she could sense it, but he was trying to deny it.

Curious.

"Are you hungry?" She suddenly asked.

Shelter Sherriff's Department

Lyra simultaneously twirled a pencil between her fingers while chewing on a lock of blonde hair she was too lazy to tuck back into her ponytail. She was leaned back at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen watching as her selection of porn played quietly on the screen. 'Housewives,' an old favorite of hers for it's Lesbian goodness, though she wasn't masturbating as she on occasion would. No one would care, being in the police department was a rather mundane job in Shelter. The crime rate in the town was at an all time low, the call this morning was the first call they'd had for several days. The officers in the department did have to find ways to pass the time while at this soul sucking job, doing two hours worth of work on an eight hour shift.

She watched the video casually rocking back and forth in her seat while the two full grown women 69'ed each other as if she was watching the news. It was hot, but nothing new. She'd watched this a thousand plus times, it was really just something to watch.

But at that moment she heard the front door of the department open up, and immediately drew in a sudden gasp of air, letting the aroma of innocence fill her airway. Liline, her boss had returned after a half an hour on the call. But she was not alone, under her arm she had what had to be the cutest, most adorable boy she had ever seen, cradling a cup in both hands and his pink lips slowly sucking on the straw coming out the top.

Lyra's mouth hung open and her pencil twirled out of her fingers and onto the floor.

"Right this way Ian sweetie, step into my office." Liline led the young boy through the lobby, but her eyes stayed locked on Lyra the whole time. "It's that door right there." She pointed to the room at the end of the hall.

"Mhmm." He nodded still happily sipping on his milkshake. Liline took him to an all day drive through she knew about close by, they went inside and he got the chance to use the bathroom in there while she bought him some breakfast. Ian eagerly accepted given the fact that he hadn't eaten since before his cab drive to the town. Breakfast milkshakes were certainly a new thing to him but he didn't question, it was yummy and he was nearly finished with it, hungrily slurping the fruity treat all down.

Liline had to do something on the way here to keep her concentration, being trapped in the confined space with the boy was sending such primal lustful thoughts through her mind that nearly drove her to stopping the car and ravishing him on the side of the road. She needed to play it cool, and she needed to play her cards right. Not like Valerie who clearly just went for it last night as he claimed that he was attacked. So she wanted to calm him, both to reassure him into a false sense of security, and to take her mind off the temptation sitting so close beside her. So she took his mind off of last night and instead brought it to another place of basic need, bought him the drink, and continued to explain that he was safe with her, and she would make sure he was taken care of. Just a few little white lies layered in-between to keep up the illusion that she wasn't going to do anything to harm him.

And she wouldn't hurt him...too bad...

He began walking down the hall past Lyra who was frozen in place, up until he disappeared from her sight. When he was down the hall she quickly attempted to stand up and abandon her desk to follow him, only to be immediately pushed back into her seat by her taller, stronger sister.

"Claws...off..." She said.

Lyra looked back between her and the hall where the boy went, eyes pleading. "But...but-"

"Mine..." Was all Liline said, her voice taking on a low echo laced with power as her eyes, no longer hidden behind the sunglasses briefly lit up with a dark purple glow.

The Sheriff's office was spacious, upon initially seeing the small exterior of the department Ian was half expecting the interior to match. But Liline's room was bigger than the entire front room of Valerie's house. He looked over the desk, there was a chair both behind it and in front of it. He assumed that's where they would be sitting for the questioning. Other than that he took a moment to look around and saw a small stack of papers which he couldn't read from his perspective as the text was upside down, and a computer also facing away on the desk. Two windows to his right, some metallic filing cabinets in the back and a ceiling lamp overhead.

Casually Ian went to lean over the front of the desk to peer at the other side of the computer, just curiously. He caught sight of what looked to be some type of pale body riding something, a horse maybe? Before he could lean further to get a closer look though he felt a hand on his shoulder pull him back, "Ah, ah, ah! Important stuff over there, not for citizens eyes." Liline said making sure he wouldn't be able to see her wallpaper background, she had her desktop set up to never go to sleep unless it was turned off so she knew her image was still there. Didn't want to spoil the surprise now right?

"Oh, I'm sorry Sherriff." He sheepishly replied.

Her hand went from his shoulder to gently brush her knuckle against his cheek, "Don't worry Ian, take a seat." She said before maneuvering back to close the door to her office, pulling the blinds down over the glass window in it, then moved around to the other side of the room to sit behind her desk. He followed her lead and sat as well while she leaned forward and tapped a few of the keys on her keyboard. Bringing up some unseen document before saying, "Okay, now here comes the part we talked about. I'm gonna have to ask you a series of questions Ian, and I want you to answer them honestly and to the best of your ability okay?"

"Okay..." Ian nodded, agreeing albeit not happy about it. He wanted to just sink back into his milkshake and forget again, unfortunately his cup made the stuttering sucking sounds of just air and a few last miniscule amounts of the dairy product. Signifying it had run empty and there was nothing to distract him with now, nothing to cool his still unusually warm temperature. He really felt so hot, especially being inside the confines of this office. His nervousness rose up in his belly, but he tried to remind himself he was in a police station. If anywhere was a safe place to be, it was here.

"It's just gonna be a few questions, I'll make it as painless as possible." More keys were pressed, "How old are you Ian?" She asked first.

He blinked, "...Eighteen." A little surprised that this was the first thing to be asked.

"Mmm...nice and young." Liline thought hitting the corresponding numbered keys. "Perfect to be momma's precious baby boy." She thought, "And...you were assaulted last night correct? By the woman Valerie?"

Ian's thighs suddenly rubbed together and he felt like the air got a bit warmer. "Y...yes...I was...attacked and..." He struggled to say the words, it wasn't his first forte into this type of awkward situation, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable. "I was raped."

More clattering of her keys, "Okay, now that we have that statement out of the way. I'm gonna ask you some different questions, make it more bearable alright?" Ian nodded again. "You were out very late last night according to our anonymous tip, why is that?"

The boy had to think for a moment, searching his brain for the appropriate answer. But after the subject of his assault came up again last night, he found it difficult to concentrate. Every time he tried to form a sentence all he could picture in his mind was Valerie.

And her big thick cock.

"Uu-umm...I...just arrived in town last night."

Liline looked away from her screen and over to him, his face was beginning to flush. She could feel his heart beat from over here, it was picking up speed fast. The aura around him was rattled with nervous excitement. Almost like he didn't know whether to feel ashamed or aroused upon the mention of his violation. He was so innocent, and in such denial over the obvious pleasure a Sister was able to give him. His unsure nature and sweet smell continued to stir up Liline's loins. "So fucking cute...keep it together..." She spoke again, "And what brings you to Shelter Ian? Are you here for the Carnival?" She started typing an affirmative response, anticipating his answer of yes. Hell, the carnival was always the reason mortals came to Shel-

"No." He said, Liline's fingers froze, "I'm not here for the carnival. I didn't even know there was one until I got here." She looked over at him, clearly surprised. Ian seemed to be contemplating whether or not to continue speaking for a second, but after a few moments in silent thought, he seemed to make his decision. "I came here actually to find my parents." It felt as if a literal wave of thoughts impacted into Liline's head at once. Ian actually continued speaking for a few moments after he said this but Liline mostly tuned it out. Her dark eyes bore into his own blue ones. Bright blue, crystal pools that looked...very familiar. Very...very...familiar. "...that's why I booked the ride to get-"

Abruptly Liline stood from her seat, nearly knocking her chair to the floor behind her. A theory was coming together in her head, the Wretches, his scent, the family resemblance. His oblivious knowledge of the Carnival and Shelter's inhabitants. Her instincts quickly sprang into overdrive. Ian flinched back from her sudden movement.

In practically the blink of an eye she circled the desk again coming around over to his side, reaching over to lock the dead bolt on her office door. "Are you here for the carnival?" She asked again, but she sounded different now. She wasn't speaking softly or reassuringly like she was a minute ago.