Chapter 2: FRIGHT

“I’ve more data on that Lieutenant Detective career police woman personality messing up May Day’s head. Apparently besides cock, she loved diamonds. Seems some recovered jewelry heists never reached the evidence room entirely intact. Frequently a few choice pieces missing, on the Lieutenant’s watch. Always diamonds and always when the evidence was in her custody. Seems she made a habit of taking stuff home over night and logging it in the next day.”

“Two questions. Why would I care to know about this boring trivia and how did she get away with it?”

“Fucking the entire Internal Affairs Squad, I imagine kept her out of accusatory reports. Don’t have any verification on that, except it’s a logical probability. She was very good looking and popular with everyone throughout the department. As too why I’m interested in the diamonds and you might consider them interesting too? It definitely indicates a larcenous personality. Dishonesty. Greed. Foibles. Lies to cover herself. Sworn perjury on documents listing recovered items. All these are criminal weaknesses we might exploit if we ever find the little fucking monster again. Know your enemy, you always told us. Right Mama?”

“You’re my pride and joy, Linda. Always were super smart. Always paid good attention. Now. Where’s my meat? I need attention.”

“Three are due out of the incubator in mere minutes, Mama. I’ll go fetch them. I think you’ll like the enhancements I specified.”

“What sort of enhancements? Erik’s cock was a perfect size to suit me, and I just want a remembrance of him. No donkey dick-bots.”

“No, no donkey dick-bots, Mama. An elevated body temperature is one enhancement. These boys are all running a 105° F temperature. They’re HOT, Mama! They have really hot dicks, and when they splooge, they’ll splatter your innards with some HOT stuff!”

“Darling, you just made your Mama gush! I’m sopping wet! Go get me those hot dog boys. I’m feeling young, roused up, and I’ve got the wiener hunger.”

Sammy impatiently begins stimulating herself. She’s accustomed to masturbating frequently. Erik was gone for many months. Her favorite fantasy is remembering when she used to be called Sissy, and babysat young Erik. Erik was a delightful and willing playmate for her perverted boy-toy desires. She misses young Erik more than she misses the man, matured Erik. If only she could be young and relive those days again. She’d trade her every present luxury for it.”

“Here they are Mama. In three different flavors, to speak. This is Ire-ick, emulates Erik in his violent angry moods, bt with built in safety features. Stop means stop, nd the sight of blood shuts him down. This second version is a sweaty one, emulates Erik perspiring heavily on those hard-on pills he regularly took. I named him Yuck.

Short stuff here, I thought might especially appeal to you. He’s named Erk. Looks like a five year old Erik but has five speeds. A boyish flaccid penis. A little boy’s crayon sized woody.

Standard adult Erik equipment, Bull balls and a mushroom headed glans adult Erik, and a special, starts off s flaccid little boy, and grows through the other stages while he fucks. Tweaking his nose cycles through the gears. Oh, shorty Erk has the thickest longest tongue of them all.”

“You did well, Linda. Come to Sissy, Erk! Linda? Stay and test one of the other two, I’ll watch you. Which everone is left, have stand in the corner and watch us, while he jacks off. I want to see Erik left to his own devices for a revenge. Come get on the bed with me, Erk. I’m going to sit on your face. To start.”

May was forced to land after crossing over the Blue Ridge. Susan was the enforcer. Evidently, Susan feels she’s been put upon enough. She has just awoken from an uncomfortable nap in an uncomfortable seat, and she’s hungry, thirsty, her diaper is wet and dirty. She is tired, bored sick of flying, and completely out of sorts. To communicate her extreme displeasure, she’s having a kicking tantrum against the lightly built aircraft it wasn’t expected or designed to absorb.

Susan is right. It’s past time for a bath, a real meal, and a stretch out restful sleep. They’re beyond reach of Erik’s family now, anyway. May makes a long descending reconnaissance circle. A cleared grassy field with a straight and level paved road running beside it, is her selected landing zone.

She checks the wind. It will be a cross wind landing but do-able. The wind is a light breeze. She side slips onto the pavement and touches down. As soon as enough speed has fallen off to make turfy bumps relatively safe, she turns off the road and upwind, to finish the roll out on the grass. All stops.

Ah! It’s good to stand up, stretch her legs, and feel ground under her feet again. May stretches cat like, arching her back and extending her arms, wrists bent back, and her hands cranked in a finger clawing position. Susan stands confused, unsteady on her feet, and looks unsure if she shouldn’t cry.

As soon as May was aware of the problem, she blinked Susan into a fresh diaper, while they were still in the air. Now, a refreshing bath is needed. And some real food. Not more peanut butter sandwiches they subsisted on while flying.

Poof! A charming campsite materializes.

A pretty pink and white Canned Ham mini-camper trailer, is parked beneath a wide shade tree.

Neither existed in the meadow field even a minute earlier.

Arrayed in front of the camper, are several entrancing items, including a picnic table with a red and white beach umbrella hovering over it. On the table is a huge varnished wicker picnic basket, emitting fragrant hot food smells. One is the mouth watering scent of fried chicken.