"Vas! What are you doing here?" The booming voice of her boss was unmistakable in the after-midnight quiet of the L.A.P.D.'s Computer Records room. "You know the department can't afford this overtime shit."

Vas leaned back in her chair, blinking a few times to clear her head of the CRT display-induced eye strain. She rubbed her neck slowly, kneading the muscular sinews, and looked at her watch. Mierda! Three o'clock. "Don't worry, Top," she said over her shoulder, smiling at her superior. "This is strictly volunteer night."

Vas looked at her senior officer, Commander John Matrix. He was a huge man in every sense, truly larger than life. At 6' 2", he must have massed at least 260. Worse, he was Austrian by birth, and still spoke with an accent that gave him much more than a passing resemblance to a certain foreign-born action movie star. A former Special Forces Commando with the U.S. Army Rangers, he wore his hair in a military-style buzzcut. He was one tough hombre, Vas had seen first-hand in the field. He'd also been an instructor at the F.B.I. Special Unit that had saved Vas from the streets. Vas had learned martial arts, marksmanship, almost everything from this man. He had Vas' deep respect in every way, and (although Vas would never admit it) she considered him something of a father figure. He'd been responsible for bringing Vas to the L.A.P.D., and although as a general rule morale on the force sucked (In light of the Riots, Rodney King, O.J., et. al.), the same could not be said of Vice section, which Matrix headed. Vice was a tight-knit group, and Vas loved working in it.

"What the hell are you tracing here?" Matrix said, leaning over Vas' shoulder to look at the cathode display. His accent was so cute! His sentence came out sounding like "Vat da hell ah you trracing heah?"

Vas leaned back in her chair. "Suppliers, of course," she said, yawning. "From the big bust last week. There was a lot of pretty intense kidporn on those tapes we seized." Vas' thought drifted back to some of the stuff she'd seen (and copied, of course), and with a some guilt realized her cunt was moistening at the memory. Sick, Vas. Sick, sick, sick. . . "I'm trying to back-trace where some of this stuff is coming from."

"Yeah, I know," Matrix said in a strangely flat tone. "I screened those tapes too. . . Before I gave them to you. . ."

Vas was listening absently. "Some pretty nasty shit, huh?" And then, with an instant feeling of cold dread chilling her spine, Vas realized that if Matrix had seen them before he'd given them to her, and then rewatched them. . . Oh, shit!

Vas turned around slowly in her chair, and looked into Matrix's cold blue eyes. *Yep, I'm fucked*. . . ," Vas concluded to herself. "You watched them again after I gave them back, didn't you," she asked him, levelly.

"Why don't we step into my office for a moment. . ." was all he would say.

Several moments later, Vas was sitting opposite her boss in his office. He had closed the door and locked it after she'd gone in, not a good sign. His face was unreadable. And then he asked her point-blank about the blank gap on Tape #1. Vas studied her boss for a moment, and knew that she could never lie to him.

"Yeah, I erased about twenty minutes of footage from that tape," Vas admitted evenly. Matrix didn't so much as twitch, so she continued. "You saw it yourself, so you know what was there."

"Tampering with police evidence is a felony, Nita," Matrix deadpanned. He seldom called her Nita. It was strangely. . . intimate.

"You think I don't fucking know that!" Vas burst out suddenly. Then, immediately getting control of her emotions, she continued. "Darryl Hicks is my next door neighbor. My friend. Jesus, John, we have barbecues about every week! And I will *not* let him become the next headline on National Fucking Enquirer!" She was breathing a little hard now.

Matrix was silent for a long moment. Vas looked at him, her mind firmly made up. Yes, she done the right thing, all right. That night, after she'd finished with Buck, she rewatched the tape several times. It was clear to her that what was recorded there was an actual rape. Darryl hadn't been a willing participant, of that Vas was sure. She knew from the thousands of hours of recorded rapes she'd seen. She knew from personal experience. For whatever reason, Darryl hadn't reported the incident, and seemed content to live with the experience. "We all have our demons," Vas thought, not for the first time, looking at Matrix's impassive face. In the end, Vas had simply erased the portion of the tape with Darryl on it. No need to ever mention it to him. That weekend, Darryl had been over to her place for a backyard cookout. Vas hadn't said anything, and Darryl certainly didn't act like the experience on the tape bothered him. End of story. Until now.

Matrix had seen the tape before giving it to Vas, and then had screened it in more detail after Vas had returned it to him. Except that the tape came back with a big gap that wasn't there before. Vas and Matrix looked at each other across the table for a while. Then, he turned in his chair, to look out his window. It was raining outside Parker Center.

"Nita," he began suddenly, still looking out at the rain, "You are by far the best Vice cop in my section. When I saw you four years ago, tough, all full of attitude, I knew you'd be one of the best. You took to the training like you couldn't get enough it of. Your results speak for themselves." Matrix seemed strangely intense suddenly, as if he was preparing to say something he'd been wanting to for a long time.

"Also," he continued, now turning back to her, "I know that you've come a hell of a long way to get to where you are, and that you've seen some really bad times." His tone indicated to Vas with certainty that he was fully aware of her own traumatic biography, gang-rape and all. "I know. . ." and here he hesitated before continuing, "I know that as a result, you have no particular liking for men in general, least of all macho testosterone cases like me." Vas watched him with growing amazement, and more than a little tenderness. "Well, that's as close as he'll ever get to actually saying that he doesn't mind that I'm gay," Vas thought to herself with amusement.

"I just want you to know," he continued, somewhat stiffly, "that I consider it very good fortune indeed to have earned what I think is your trust and respect, if not your friendship." He turned around now, to look Vas square in the eyes. "I've been in Vice for over ten years. I know what my cops are up to." His icy blue eyes held Vas'. "I know the corners you cut, the deals you make. Randall Sinclair ring any bells?" It was the name of Vas' Hollywood director contact. She was planning to go out to his mansion tonight, to ask him about the supply lines for the bust she'd just made, to see if any other copies of the Darryl video were circulating. And to give him a nice, long, nasty taste of that little Hispanic girl's rape from the first tape.

Matrix continued on. "If I thought for a second that you were truly dirty, I'd have broke your ass in half long before now. But I'll tell you a secret, Nita. All Vice cops, the really good ones, are a little dirty around the edges. That's how you get results. And if any Vice cop tells you different, they're either liars or total screw-ups." Now he was leaning forward in his chair. "Nita, you're just about the dirtiest Vice cop I've ever worked with, and I'm more than a little amazed that you can live with yourself at night. You wade further into the slime than anyone I've ever seen, and still hold on to your humanity." He was staring at her intently now. "You, Nita," he paused for effect, "You're the best."

Far from being insulted, Vas was deeply touched. This was John's way of saying he understood how Vas worked, who she was. It was startlingly like being given absolution by a priest. "Madre dias," she replied, her voice a whisper. "You're some fucking peice of work, man"

"Shit, Vas," he suddenly laughed, "You think you're the only one who's ever gotten turned on by watching police evidence? I am right, aren't I?" Vas actually felt herself blush a little. "Hell, I've jacked off to more than a few in my time. We all have. Comes with the territory, no pun intended." Vas laughed at her self-consciousness. 

"However. . ." and here Matrix became the deadly serious ex-Ranger only he could be. "Tampering with the evidence is over the line. I'm going to warn you this once: do it again, ever, and you're out. Got it?"  Vas nodded slowly, knowing he meant it. They were silent for some time.

"Thanks for . . . understanding, man," she said by way of a reply, at last. Her eyes were dark and wide in the dimness of the Commander's small office. "It means at lot to me. . ."

"Forget it, Vas." He looked at her intently. "We do have one small problem, however, although why it isn't a huge one at the moment I'm not sure." When Vas inquired curiously as to what it was, Matrix told her that he suspected that F.B.I. Special Agent Mark Connoly had also seen the tape before either he or Vas had, and so now also probably knew that Vas had altered the tape. But why he hadn't done anything about it yet was anybody's guess.

Mark Connoly was head of the L.A. bureau of the F.B.I., and rumor had it that he was in the back pocket of State Congressman Will Riker, darling of the religious right and a big anti-porn crusader. He was also universally acknowledged to be a world-class prick. Connoly was always snooping around Vice, especially after a big bust, always looking for fodder the feed Riker, especially now that the Congressman's presidential campaign was getting into full swing. However, it was clear that Connoly was always a little too eager to review the evidence in detail. To say that Matrix *loathed* Connoly would have been a supreme understatement. 

"So why hasn't Connoly said anything yet?" Vas asked, worried.

"How should I know?" replied Matrix. He seemed genuinely puzzled. "I would've thought that the prick would love any opportunity to hang me out to dry. But I want you to know that if it comes to that, I'll back you one hundred percent. Just say your VCR ate it, and I'll swear by it.

Right?"

Vas was totally taken aback. Shit, he really does put his money where his mouth is! "But what about you? I'm not gonna stand around while Connoly buttfucks you over this."

Matrix grinned. "Oh, don't worry about me. Chief Williams and I go way back. So, I get a reprimand. . . I'll add it to my collection."

This man was amazing. No one had ever gone to the wall for her before. Even during training with the Special Unit, the clear implication had been that if she'd screwed up so much as once, she'd have been gone instantly. And, as often happens to people when they are exposed to a new situation, Vas didn't really think about what she did next. It was the only thing she could do, the only way she could show Matrix how much he now meant to her, given her rather underdeveloped methods for expressing genuine gratitude. . .

Several minutes later, the only sounds in the room were the rain beating against the panes of the office window, and the intimate sounds, the soft gasps and the small wet noises, of sex. Matrix watched the dark, short hair of her head as she knelt between his muscular legs, her mouth absolutely *full* of his penis. Vas, for her part, never hesitated, never looked back, to her own surprise, and now was totally committed to giving this lovely man as much pleasure as she knew how. He'd tried to stop her at first, to tell her that it wasn't necessary, but he could never have understand that for Vas at that moment, it was as if her life depended on taking care of his sexual needs. Vas knew that she wasn't very good at saying "thank you" (in fact, she was absolutely lousy at it). But she knew how to show Matrix how thankful she could be.

Vas was surprised by how easy it was, to bring pleasure to a man, how natural. She knew in her heart that she was still gay; this was more an expression of respect. As if she was saying, "This goes beyond sexual orientation." It was extremely personal to Vas, and she was grateful beyond words that Matrix was cool enough to let her express her thanks in her own way, the only way she knew how.

She'd simply slipped to her knees between his legs as he sat in his office chair, looking him in the eyes while she unzipped his jeans, feeling the warm, hairy flesh beneath the denim. His male scent was new, exotic, very different from those of Buck, more subtle. He was already growing hard as Vas tugged his jeans off completely, filling his underwear fully. These she carefully peeled off him as well, as then she found herself holding his warm, swelling penis in her hand, stroking him up and down.

"Jesus, Top, you don't do anything small, do you?" she told him as he lay back in his chair, yielding himself up to her control. Vas found herself face to face with Matrix's truly massive cock. It sprang from a forest of wiry, thickly tangled pubic hair to curve upwards in a monumental arc, a full twelve inches from its thick, hairy base to the lobed, plum-sized knob of its glans. And, it was quite veiny as well. Infact, the awesome weapon barely looked human.  "I should've known you'd be hung like a fucking beast," Vas said quietly, but with a slight, kinky curl of a smile on her lips. Matrix wasn't talking. Instead, he gently brought one massive hand behind Vas' head, and, smoothly tangling his fingers in her short, dark hair, he brought her head slowly forward towards his cock. Vas stopped thinking at that point, letting instinct take over, and opened her mouth to him, laving her long, nimble tongue all over the great crown of his erect penis. She tasted his male fluids beginning to well at the tip and instinctively sought more, gently digging the delicately pointed tip of her tongue into the wide, dilated cleft at the tip of his huge organ, seeking more of the man's preliminary emissions.

Vas was surprised at how sweet the man's issue tasted: smooth, just slightly salty, very masculine. Opening her mouth wide to him, Vas slowly eased her lips down the long, thick shaft, seeking to devour as much of his cock as she could. While she worked at this goal, she held his proud shaft upright with one hand, directing it into her mouth, while she unbuttoned his shirt with her other hand. Then, she lay his shirt open, and slid her free hand across his almost hairless, deeply muscled chest, gently caressing the largish nipples, smiling inwardly as she felt them erect in response. "Strange," Vas thought to herself, "that he has so much pubic hair, and none on his chest. Ah, Austria!"

For several long minutes, Vas slid her mouth up and down his cock, over and over, until Matrix's breathing had taken on a distinctively urgent tone, and her mouth was thick with the taste of his fast-approaching orgasm. Vas was inwardly pleased at how much of his cock she she take into her mouth and down her throat, having often amused herself while masturbating by alternating large dildos between her mouth and pussy (or asshole), seeing clinically how much of her toys she could swallow. It had been good practice for this moment. Using the hand tightly wrapped around his penis at midshaft, she slowly pulled the heavy organ from her mouth, inch after inch, until at last, she felt the now huge-swollen head pass between her lips. She tenderly bit and chewed him just behind the collar of the glands before releasing the wet knob from her mouth, and when she moved the huge organ before her face so she could examine her handiwork, she was surprised to find that her lips were connected to the head by several sticky white strings of commingled saliva and semen. She looked at them in wide-eyed amazement before licking them away, savoring the rich taste of the man before her, heady with the realization of just how much she was turning this man on. Her other hand was on his belly, gently scratching through his thick pubic hair and feeling the strain of his abdomen. He's close. . . Vas thought, with almost innocent wonder. Licking her lips, she said, "This is the first cock I've tasted since the Bloods raped me when I was fourteen." She was watching him intently. "How does that make you feel?"

"Privileged," was all he could manage. He'd broken out in a warm, slick sweat.

Vas smiled. It was just the thing she'd wanted to hear. She began lustily licking her tongue up and down the shaft until the whole of the big shaft gleamed with her spit, including the hand she used to hold Matrix's massive penis. Vas had rather small hands, and her moistened fingers of the hand she held his cock by did not even reach halfway around Matrix's erection; her palm was overwhelmed by the thick, moist organ. She could feel quite clearly the beat of his heart through the whole length of the man's penis. With her other hand, she was slowly rubbing her belly as she licked him, caressing him gently and helping him to relax and enjoy the blowjob. "I'm beginning to think that I may have been mistaken," Vas told Matrix quietly, with a secret, sly little smile complimenting her flashing Latin eyes. "It seems that among the disgusting throngs of the male populace, there are a few nice guys floating around."

Matrix raised an eyebrow in slightly feigned surprise. "Why, Nita!" he mocked softly, "I didn't know a butch leather biker slut from hell like you could be so eloquent."

By way of response, Vas deftly took the dripping, purple head of her boss' huge cock between her full red lips and gently but thoroughly bit it all over, showing him her perfect white teeth as she did so, teaching him his place. She wore a look of pure concentration on her face, her delicate, jet-black brows furrowed with intensity. Vas looked Matrix straight in the eye while she did so, his eyes closed to mere slits as he enjoyed to tremendous blowjob Vas was giving him. Vas' own eyes were open unusually wide, the whites crystal clear and the iris a deep, dark shade of almost-black, virtually unblinking, as if she might miss some detail of the man's behavior. Then, with her face softening to a look of warm sensuality, she slid her mouth down over Matrix's erection once more, with a rather wet-sounding moan, down and down until her full, semen-moistened lips met her hand halfway down the man's huge, throbbing shaft. Again, she looked up at her boss, her other hand slowly scratching his belly once more, her dark flashing eyes searching his face for signs of impending orgasm.

Matrix's lips were parted, and he was breathing deeply, but slowly. "Dios! This man has control!" Vas thought with admiration. Again, she pulled Matrix's slippery, thick penis slowly from her mouth (again, she found her lips connected to the huge, mushroom head by gossamer threads of saliva/cum). She carefully licked the blood dark glans clean, digging into the cleft once more, circling the wide-flared collar. She stood up suddenly between his legs, and began to undress.

"I want to fuck you, John," she told him, as if there was no option, "But it's important for me to stay in control." Vas had taken off her black leather jacket now, revealing her tight white cotton muscle shirt with its short-short sleeves (revealing the young police officer's broad, muscular shoulders) and bare midriff. Her blue jeans were also very tight and very low slung; two inches of her silky trail of pubic hair could be seen on her belly, to tuck into and just surround the pucker of her navel. The development of her abdominal muscles had stretched her navel into an oval shape, Matrix noted. A pair of chrome handcuffs hung from her black leather belt, and when Vas turned to throw her jacket on a nearby sofa, Matrix could see the big, steel-gray Colt she favored tucked in the back of her jeans, nestled in the small of her back. She took out the gun slowly, checking to make sure it was safed, and layed in almost reverently on Matrix's desk, symbolically yielding up some of her own control to him. Moving slowly around behind Matrix's chair, Vas gently brought each of the man's powerfully muscled arms behind the back of the chair. "Trust me," she told him softly.

"Always, Nita," he replied. He felt the cold metal encircle his thick wrists, heard the unmistakable metallic click of the cuffs. Vas had fed the cuffs through the back spar of the chair: he wasn't going anywhere. Now Vas moved back around to where Matrix could see her. She was removing her top as she walked into view, her arms high over her head, her back to him. Her back was a thing of beauty, strong, muscular, and feminine at the same time. Matrix noted a five inch scar, a white line running from Vas' left shoulder to the middle of her back. She also had thick, wiry tufts of coal-black hair under her arms, explicitly revealed with her arms raised, and a big, colorful tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. She turned to look at Matrix, now her captive. Matrix saw at once what a sexually-tuned body Vas possessed. Big, firm tits the color of smooth coffee proudly stood out from her chest. Her dark-brown nipples were huge and prominent, the aureoles (studded with goosebumps) almost two inches in diameter and the erect teats protruding nearly a full inch. A fine gold hoop was speared through the thick, tender flesh of each nipple. Matrix was dripping pre-cum just watching this fantastic woman reveal her kinky body to him. Vas stepped out of her heavy motorcycle-style boots and slid her jeans down to the floor in one smooth motion. Then, she stepped between his legs, and showed him her body. "Do you like what you see?" she asked simply, looking down at herself. Her massive clit looked like a fat, red worm crawling out from her hairy cunt. It was wet with her juices, three inches long, its gold ring hanging heavily from its blunt tip.

"Yeah," he said. "It's nice to see a woman who knows how to take care of her hardware."

"That's what I like about you, John," Vas told him. "You've got such a way with words." With no preliminaries, Vas climbed into Matrix's lap, her own body looking small against the huge Commander's. She grasped his rock hard penis firmly in her small hand and rubbed the huge head all over her stiffening clitoris, wetting it with the man's sticky preliminary seepage. The two organs parted reluctantly due to their sticky coatings, and Vas was momentarily blown away by the nearness of the act she would have thought unthinkable even yesterday. She crouched over Matrix's lap, one hand steadying herself on his broad, deeply chiseled shoulder, the other guiding his huge, beautiful erection towards her open, wet pussy.

After rubbing the glans back and forth over her vaginal lips, Vas moved the huge head between them and began to bear down slowly. Matrix gasped and Vas gave a short, barking cry. Vas found that fucking Matrix was very different than fucking Buck. The German Sheppard, despite the size of his penis, was always able to spear Vas' vagina easily, due to the shape of his organ (pointed at the tip, huge at the base). Matrix, however, was massive from tip to base, and it was quite a job for Vas to achieve initial penetration with him. With almost agonizing slowness, Vas felt herself spreading for him, her voice whispering a soft litany without her knowledge: "Ohh, shit, shit, shit, ohhh, shit, shit. . ." Then, with Vas' voice rising to an extended wail, she felt the huge cock force her open to maximum width and slide inside her. She let out a shuddering breath, drained momentarily, letting herself slid down his shaft several inches. "Dios mio, you are one hell of a fuck, man!" Vas grunted softly, her head resting against his shoulder, one arm wrapped around his neck, the other resting on a broad pectoral. He grunted by way of reply, as Vas unconsciously scratched lightly at his nipple. All the while, Vas allowed her impossibly tight pussy to descend on his erect, upstanding pole. She could feel with exquisite detail the massively engorged glans forging a passage deep within her vagina, the thick shaft sliding in behind it. The friction was profound, despite the precum and Vas own liberal juices, the hardest fuck of Vas' young life, except for her first time with the Blood's gangleader.

Vas was breathing hard against Matrix's neck. "You wanna know a secret, man?" Matrix heard her say softly, her voice low and deep with emotion. She never stopped working her pussy; her muscle control was outstanding.

"Tell me."

"I've done a lot of fucking, that's why I'm so good at it."

"No kidding," Matrix murmured. He was going to come soon now.

"But I've only been with four guys in my life: you, and the three cocksuckers who raped me when I was fourteen."

This is a weird conversation, Matrix thought. "You're flattering me," he said aloud. He was looking down her back, watching her ass slowly rising and falling as she rode his cock up and down. He would have sworn that every muscle in her body was in rippling motion, so graceful was she as she fucked him. His subordinate's cunt with like an impossibly tight glove on his cock.

"Well," she said slowly, her head leaving his shoulder. She looked his squarely, her unblinking eyes intense as he'd ever seen them, "I practice all the time with Buck." She smiled wickedly, her dark eyes flashing. "I got the idea from an evidence video we took in about two years ago." Just then, she hunched her hips in an odd way, and Matrix was stunned to feel himself slip even deeper into his subordinate's hot cunt. Something was collaring the head of his penis tightly, deep inside her body. He assumed it was her cervix. Vas was moaning steadily, hanging onto her boss as she forced herself down on his massive weapon. Deeper and deeper his prick slid into her, until Matrix felt the head of his cock touch something warm and spongy, and Vas gave a sharp cry of surprise. He was now fully inside Vas' body, all fourteen inches of him. If he went any deeper, he'd be knocking her ovaries around. It marked the first time that living cock had fully penetrated her dilated cervix. The hookers were right! Vas thought wildly. Cervical penetration was in a class by itself. Every time she moved, deep rips of hard, nasty- edged sexual pleasure radiated from her strained cervix. It seemed to Vas that someone had hot-wired her cervix and her clit together.

"Ohhh, my god, that's deep," Vas gasped. She pushed herself upright, crouching directly over Matrix's loins. They were both sweaty now from their exertions, and Matrix was surprised at how beautiful Vas looked, sitting there absolutely impaled on him. He'd never thought of her as particularly pretty, and indeed, she wasn't, in the conventional sense. Though he never would have told her, he might have said she was more handsome and than beautiful, with no insult intended. Not androgynous, but duodrogynous, the best of both worlds. Her skin, glistening with perspiration, was velvet smooth and sensually tinted to capture the light and turn it into a honeyed sheen. She was radiant, her face proud and fierce, yet vulnerable at the same time. She began fucking him in earnest, just then, easing up slowly on his penis and then sitting down heavily on it again, crying out each time. Matrix noticed her clitoris, really for the first time, for it was impossible to miss at this point. It stood straight out from her belly, erect and fat, bright pink and wet. It hovered over Matrix's own cock, parallel to and above it, and the wide gold hoop hanging from its head brushed back and forth along his erection as his big shaft slid back and forth in Vas pussy. It must have been over four inches long.

"You don't mind going deep with a woman who fucks with dogs, do you?" Vas asked, more than a little playfully.

Matrix shook his head no. "I'm just jealous of Buck. . ."

Vas shoved her ass down on Matrix's penis again, and let out a deep, shuddering moan: she'd just climaxed. "Don't be," she breathed against his hard, powerfully muscled chest. "You're almost enough to turn me on to men again."

"I take it this means you'll be hanging onto Buck for a while," Matrix said, now beginning to feel the incipient onset of his own orgasm, that burning, urgent, uniquely male sensation that foretold his loins were gathering for a monumental climax.

"Mmmmm, to tell you the truth," Vas moaned softly, feeling the man beneath her beginning to come (and loving it), "I think I'm done with Buck. He's kinda dumb when it comes to fucking me. I've just about got to shove my cunt right into his face to get him to fuck it." Vas could plainly see the effect her words were having on Matrix. He was so close to coming he could just about taste it. But Vas was squeezing tightly on his cock with her well-developed vaginal muscles, and her dilated cervix was collaring him tightly as well. "Half the time he gets way too frantic, and all I end up with is dog come all over my back and scratches all over me." She paused dramatically before continuing. "And, I've always wanted to try blowing him, but he just won't stand still for more than a few licks."

Vas watched with growing delight the effect her words were having on the man. "I think I'll get a more experienced dog," Vas continued, enjoying her power over her superior, handcuffed as he was. "Something really big and a lot calmer, like a Great Dane or something. Definitely something hung big."

Matrix was groaning now, a deep urgent noise.

"I read about this one dog, an Irish Wolfhound, it's about the size of a fucking pony!"

His grunting turned feral, into a kind of animal noise.

"Can you image how a dog like that must be hung? You see, there's this really huge knot at the base of a dog's cock, and when he gets turned on, it swells to like, baseball size."

Matrix's arms flexed, the chair creaked. He began to draw a large breath.

"I mean, I'll bet it's helluv hard to relax enough to be able to take a knot like that, and then after you do, you're fucking locked up with him for at least an hour, and he's fucking creaming like a fountain the whole. . ." At that moment, Matrix let out a roar like the king of the jungle, and came hard and deep and long, with Vas holding tight to his heaving chest, slowly licking the sweat off his pecs and thinking, "good thing I cuffed him. . ."

And at that moment of sexual nirvana, with Matrix exploding inside her, helplessly groaning with the intensity of the act, straining like a wild thing against his restraints as Vas felt the heat of his semen deep in her belly, she learned what true power was. She closed her eyes and put her head against his sweaty chest, listening to his heartbeat racing as he enjoyed the last of his orgasm. Vas was at peace. Unfortunately, it was not to last. . .

Exactly one week later, Vas pulled into her driveway in a foul mood. She'd spent all week tracking down the supplier of "Darryl's Video", as she'd taken to calling it, and she'd finally connected bigtime. The kiddie-porn guy she'd busted last week had finally rolled over (after Vas negotiated a plea-bargain agreement for him with the Deputy D.A. and the Public Defender) and told Vas all about a certain warehouse in Torrance. The warehouse, is seemed, was really an elaborate series of studios for the production of distinctly illegal sexvids, most of it hardcore bondage/discipline/sadomasochism/torture tapes using runaways, street kids, and other (underage) participants, almost all forced into it against their will after lures of easy money and misrepresentations of what was involved.

Once the guy started to talk, Vas literally couldn't shut him up. The guy said he'd actually been in the warehouse once, and has seen first hand the set up. He described custom-built dungeons (there were several on premises), high-resolution video and film equipment, cunningly crafted restraint racks, beds, crosses, stakes, and exam tables, racks of sex toys and torture equipment that took up entire walls, luxury viewing rooms with one-way glass to entertain high-paying customers who liked to see the action live, even an on-site stable to keep several kinds of animals for use in bestiality-rape films (apparently a specialty of theirs). This had jibed with several particularly nasty rape flicks that Vas had seen (and copied). The dungeon setting, the professional quality of the camera work and the lighting, all had combined into a startlingly arousing package (in fact, Vas had been more than a little humiliated by how turned on she'd gotten).

Yeah, he'd sung like the proverbial jail bird.

Only now he was dead.

Vas pulled her Mustang into the middle of her spacious two-car garage, revving its powerful engine a few times before shutting it down. She sat there for a long moment, listening to the crickets chirping in her front yard, allowing her head to slowly tilt forward until her forehead touched the steering column.

"*Fuck*" she whispered softly, but with rich emphasis. "Fuck, fuck, *fuck*. . ."

She'd taken a SWAT team to the warehouse in question, only to discover that although her squeal had been telling the truth, the warehouse had been totally cleared out. The only thing left to tell that it had ever been used to make any of the videos in question were the many mounting brackets remaining in the cement walls, where restraint equipment had obviously been attached, the heavy animal smell in the stables, and the many semen stains on the floors. Police Forensics had estimated that the warehouse had been in full operation just a few days ago, indicating that it folded after Vas had busted her pornographer, probably in response to the event. Everything was gone, even the animals. Witnesses in the vicinity saw several unmarked trucks pull up to the place a couple of days ago in the dead of night, and by morning they were gone. Forensics was going over the site, but Vas knew it was yesterday's news. And then. . .

Some lousy fucking crackhead stabs her bust through the eye with a ball-point pen in his holding cell, because the admitting officers hadn't patted him down thoroughly enough before throwing in him in with her snitch. Just like that, no case. . .

FUCK!

Wearily, Vas hauled herself out of her car. She was looking forward to a long, hot shower, then maybe a delivery pizza. And then, she was going to pull out some of her nastiest, sickest tapes, and let Buck have her mouth, her cunt, and her ass all in one long night of fucking. Even now, she could hear him barking insistently.

"Miss me, did you?" Vas thought wickedly as she unlocked the garage entry door, and went inside. "You have no idea how fucking lucky you're gonna get tonight. . ." she whispered.

Buck's barking got louder as she walked through her back hallway. In her mind, Vas had already selected the evening's first movie. It would be one from Vas' own home collection, called "Cait's Ordeal". In the last couple of months of their relationship, Vas had encouraged Caitlin to tell her some of her deepest sexual fantasies, with the understanding that Vas would do her best to turn them into reality. In this way, Vas was able to introduce Cait to a variety of experimental forms of sex. She'd gotten Cait to admit to a curiosity about bestiality (after hearing about Vas' own experiences with animals), and then helped the gorgeous redhead fuck her own large Collie dog (successfully). Vas had helped Cait live out a life-long fantasy of being a prostitute (Vas had acted as Cait's pimp, and they'd picked up three different men in one night from various bars for her to fuck; she'd made over a thousand dollars that night).

However, when Cait had shyly admitted to Vas that she might like to be raped, Vas had known that this was one fantasy that Vas herself would have to introduce her lover to. And so she had, breaking into Cait's mansion, setting up all the video equipment, and then waiting for her to come home from some shopping. Surprising her, tying her up, and raping the shit out of her. It was the night that had spelled the end of their sexual relationship. Cait had enjoyed it too much, so much that it scared her. To see Vas so unbelievably turned on, to see such raw sexual violence, Cait knew that Vas would not stop there. In hindsight, Vas had no regrets. With the exception of being gang-raped when she was 14, it was the singlemost powerful sexual experience of her young life.

Vas paused in the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a beer. She popped it open and kicked half of it back. Buck was standing against the sliding back door, his front paws up on the glass, barking over and over.

Jesus," Vas thought, "You'll get your chance real soon, perrito."

In her mind's eye, Vas could visualize her favorite part of the rape tape she'd made that night. Much later that night, Cait tied to the bed on her back, her beautiful body glistening with massage oil. Her arms above her head and tied to the bedpost behind her. Vas had tied her ankles high up on the posts at the bed's foot, which simultaneously spread her legs wide apart and lifted her ass almost off the bed. Her pale, secret little asshole totally exposed, especially after Vas had put a couple of pillows under her hips. Cait already had clear dog come trickling from her cunt and asshole, due to the fact that Vas had allowed Prince, Cait's Collie, to rape her both vaginally and anally after Vas had tied her up (Vas had tied Cait face up, so she was forced to watch as the dog had his lusty way with her; when she'd tried to close her eyes, Vas had had to lightly slap her a few times to get her attention, and then caress her face with Vas' big .45). Then Vas stepping into the frame, now oil-slick and naked herself, sliding that huge, vibrating butt plug up her own ass. Cait begging her not to go any further, to no avail. Tangling her hand slowly in Cait's beautiful hair, bringing her head forward and forcing Cait suck on her huge clitoris until it had swelled to a massive five inches long, amazingly stiff and erect. Vas virtually pouring oil all over Cait's smooth, round ass and working her fingers deep into the woman's asshole until her anus and rectum were relaxed and slippery with semen and lubricant. And finally, the climactic scene with Vas untying Cait's legs, taking each in her muscular arms and forcing them up and apart until the redhead could look directly at her own cunt with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Cait's ass rotating upwards, so that her asshole is pointing straight up, right at Vas, with the butch latina's rippling arms spreading her long legs wide, holding them tight.

In her kitchen, Vas was leaning against the counter, her hand inside her jeans, fingering her clit, as she remembered. That final camera change (as Vas had finally edited it) so that it looks from the foot of the bed up between Cait's legs. Vas crouching over Cait's ass, her huge clit hanging down. The big pink flange of the butt plug lodged firmly in Vas' asshole, nestling between smooth, muscular asscheeks spread wide to reveal the silky black pubic hairs, moist with sweat, growing right in the split all the way from her cunt to her tailbone and circling her plugged anus. The huge plug vibrating noisily and powerfully , with the strong buzz visible in the whole length of Vas' hanging clit. Using both hands, Vas guiding her tender, throbbing clitoris to Cait's waiting asshole. Impossibly, Vas using her oily fingers to ease the tip of her clit right into Cait's open, waiting asshole (Vas is not wearing her clit-ring now). The fat, pink shaft spreading Cait's asshole and beginning to slide up the woman's ass. Neither woman's face can be seen, just their weirdly connected loins. Cait moaning lustily, deliriously, Vas breathing heavily. Vas repositioning her hips carefully, and suddenly sliding all the way in one smooth, slow, thrilling thrust. Vas beginning to use her clit just like a man would use his cock, thrusting slowly, carefully. Vas' lust-soaked voice coming from somewhere, coming on to Cait, asking her how it felt to get fucked in the ass by a clit, telling her she was a slut for liking it.

So lost was Vas in her own sexual dream that she lost track of her environment, something that she almost never did. It was one of the first things Matrix had taught her, and had twice beaten the shit out of her for letting him surprise her. "Never become so distracted that you fail to recognize disturbances in your environment," he'd shouted into her bloodied face. "It could be the last mistake you ever make!" So, Vas had failed to become suspicious of Buck's insistent barking. Buck was normally a rather quiet dog, typically barking only on command, in response to some environmental stress, or when protecting his master. It should have tipped Vas off, but she was distracted by the events of the day, especially the death of her source.

At the last moment, as Vas stood enthusiastically stroking herself inside her pants, with her back to the pantry door, she became dimly aware that Buck had let loose with a veritable frenzy of barking and snarling. Looking up, she noticed at last that the dog was absolutely frantic, and barking right at her.

No. . . at something behind her!

Knowing it was already too late, Vas just managed to reach behind her with her off hand (her right hand being occupied with a handful of her clitoris) and lay her fingers on the butt of the big Colt tucked in the back of her jeans, when something heavy and blunt came crashing down on the base of her skull. Her world exploded in a bright sunrise of pain, and then she was plunged into impenetrable darkness.

The End