Chapter 12: Ready, Aim, Fire!

"You were kidding about using me for target practice, weren't you, Office Ray?" Kathy asked tentatively as they descended the stairs towards the basement.

"Heck no, we've got two teams of marksmen all ready to open up on you. They're warming up right now," the cheerful officer replied.

"But, Mommy's not going to be happy if I come home full of bullet holes," the girl whined.

"Oh," the officer stopped, "I'm sorry, we're not going to use guns, Kathy. I coach the home's men's masturbation team. We're practising for the regional tournament next week."

"Oh, I see," said Kathy with relief. "I thought you were going to --"

"Perfectly logical mistake, don't give it a second thought," Officer Ray told the pretty blonde girl who was still slung over his shoulder. "You see, Kathy, these guys are chronic masturbators. They just can't seem to keep their hands off their members and, for some reason, feel ashamed of their addiction.

"We use target practice to help draw them out of their shells, so to speak. Some of 'em have turned into crackerjack shots."

Kathy was beginning to get the picture. "And just what are they shooting at, Officer Ray?"

"Why, your mouth, of course. Here's how it works: the shooter stands a foot-and-a-half away from your face, he takes aim and you try to catch his load in your mouth."

"Wait, what makes you think I'd want to catch the stuff?" Kathy balked. This really didn't sound very interesting.

"Because of the way we keep score. It's like cribbage: the low score wins. The team gains a point if the shooter hits your face, but misses your mouth and two points if he misses your face entirely. Three points if you accidentally spit it out. We keep track by sticking straight pins into your breasts. That why we call the practice squads the Right Boobs and the Left Boobs," Officer Ray chuckled.

"Oh!" exclaimed Kathy with renewed attention. "Then I'll definitely do my best to keep scores low."

"Good girl," Officer Ray set Kathy on her feet. "Now, lets get you out of these pretty clothes and down on your knees with your hands tied to the pole behind your back. These guys are warmed up and ready to go!"

"Hey, it's the chick who just fried Mr. Barnes!" shouted the captain of the Left Boobs.

"Yeah, I thought I'd give you guys a charge," Kathy smiled. "Just aim between my teeth and I'll do the rest."

"Now that's the team spirit," Officer Ray applauded. "You heard the young lady, gentlemen, ready, aim, fire!"