Chapter 9: Sable Newport

I sat at my desk, my legs crossed. I opened the manila folder. It was full of surveillance pictures and typed-up reports. Across from me stood four naked and lovely cops. They were back straight at inspection pose, legs apart, tits thrust out before them, and hands resting at the small of their backs.

Officer Mindy Olson, a dusky-hued Puyallup Tribal Cop; Officer Brook Martin, a gorgeous Black woman who worked for Tacoma PD; Officer Rebecca Murphy, a sultry redhead from University Place PD; and Officer Linda Alpert, a perky blonde working for Fife PD. They all looked pleased with themselves.

“Report,” I said, glancing at the pictures of Assistant Chief Christina Nelson. She was a round-faced woman in her mid-thirties. Attractive. Black hair. She looked good in uniform. She was often accompanied by an older, Black man.

“We have been following the assistant chief for a week,” said Officer Mindy. Her boobs quivered as she spoke. “She is in charge of the Investigative Services Bureau of the Washington State Patrol. She’s been married to Philip Nelson for seventeen years. They have one daughter, age seven. We have observed her often in the company of Chief John Cantwell, the head of the WSP.”

“Keeping close company,” added Brook with a smirk.

I understood why. There was a picture of them in the back of a police SUV. It was clear she was doggy style being fucked. An affair with her boss. That was good. I smiled at that as I turned the page to spot several more compromising pictures.

“We got a warrant from Judge Alyta for her phone,” said Rebecca. “With that, we had our techs clone it. We see what she sees. So far, it’s nothing incriminating except the texts from her boss demanding sex. He is fucking her all the time. There are pictures.”

I found the report on the cloned cell phone. I turned the pages to see the pictures she had on there. She was a gorgeous woman. I would love to have her on her hands and knees before me. My pussy quivered with excitement.

The next page was a list of Google Searches.

“The most common searches we thought were interesting,” said Linda, her round breasts quivering.

I stared at them.

How to escape blackmail, and its variants, some misspelled badly.

How to disappear.

How to blow the whistle.

How to escape a cult.

“She’s unhappy,” said Linda. “More curious, she’s always checking on her husband’s status. She’s staring at his picture. She comments on his every post. She works a lot, so it seems like he takes care of their daughter more than she does. They text constantly. Lots of positives from her. And sexy selfies.”

“She sends her husband nudes?” I asked.

“I don’t think she likes being the chief’s slut,” said Mindy.

Rebecca shook her head. “No, I have seen her looking awful after one of their encounters. I have pictures. Now, we were only able to clone half her phone. It’s a split phone. Not uncommon for anyone who deals with sensitive material. She has her phone compartmentalized into personal life and WSP business. That part is encrypted. Even cloned, we can’t understand what she’s doing on it.”

“That’s disappointing,” I said. “Nothing we can do about it?”

“No, it’s not the sort of thing you can crack easily,” said Rebecca. “We’re talking a cipher key that’s probably forty characters long. There are more combinations than there are stars in the known universe.”

I blinked at that. “Is that ... really possible?”

Rebecca nodded. “Modern encryption is all but impossible to break without getting passwords or the cipher key. Maybe with AI or quantum computing, but that’s not been proven yet, so it’s not an option. However, her personal life is open to us.”

“The husband is the key?” I asked, glancing at a picture of Philip. He was a fit enough man in his late thirties. They were high school sweethearts. Went to college together. Married their second year. They both had focused on careers in their early twenties, but had a child at thirty.

Right before Christina became an assistant chief, and everything changed for her.

“I think so,” Linda said. “It seems like she does not want him to find out about the affair. She’s terrified he will leave her. She is miserable, that much is clear. Lord Zach was correct. She’s a vulnerability for the Cult.”

“Did you find anything about them?” I asked.

“No,” said Linda. “But we weren’t’ poking around them. Just Christina. We didn’t think it was prudent, given the power they have. We have to be careful, Mistress.”

“If we were in error, we are ready for your discipline, Mistress,” Brook said. The Black cop stood at inspection pose with the others, her breasts and pussy exposed and vulnerable.

“No, no, that is the correct,” I said and rose to my feet. “You deserve rewards for your hard work. Pull back on the physical surveillance for now. We have her phone cloned. Monitor that.”

They all beamed at me.

I moved forward and said, “Mindy, devour my pussy. Brook, my asshole. Rebecca and Linda, suckle on my nipples.”

“Yes, Mistress!” they all gasped together.