Chapter 20: The Cavalry

Greta jumped as the Police radio kicked into life.

"Dillon, get over to the Nunnery and check out a suspected attempted poisoning, two female suspects being held" snapped Blake through the static.

"Sure, copy, out" Greta replied as she swung the car around in the wide road.

"Gee, a please would be nice, just once from that bitch" Greta thought in annoyance.

Soon her car swept round the tight bend and flew past the gates of the Research Lab as she 'blue lighted' it to the Nunnery. The only reason she lowered her speed, was for the sudden narrowing of the road. That narrowing saved the life of the girl who threw her self out into path of the car. She stood directly in front of the squad car wearing a stained white lab coat, and waving her hands frantically above her head. Greta hit the brakes with full force, and the car slid to a halt, but not before catching Jenna lightly in the solar plexus, winded she doubled over on to the hood of the car. The impact threw her breasts free of the lab coat, and they bounced impressively before Greta's eyes. Even in her angered state Greta could feel her clit expanding in the confines of her tight trousers.

"Lady you should be dead, what in hells name were you thinking?" Greta glowered down as she bounded from the car.

There was no response; Greta eventually noticed the blue tinge on the woman's cheeks.

"O.K. Mama, deep breaths, here let me help" Greta mumbled her anger broken.

She stood behind the bent woman, and slipped her hands round her waist, slowly and rhythmically pressuring the stalled diaphragm. Greta's hand slipped through the flapping lab coat, and brushed against the soft naked skin of the woman's abdomen.

"Jesus, I always figured you guys wore something under these."

Greta realized her nipples were boring holes in to the woman's back, and this time professionalism got the better of her and she relaxed her grip.

"Look, can you make it to the passenger seat by yourself?" Greta enquired, to her delight the girl nodded.

When they were both back in the car Greta asked the question that burned in her from the moment she saw the lab coat.

"Are you from that Research Lab up to road a way?"

"Yes, so tired, tired" gasped the woman.

"O.K. you get some shut eye, we'll talk about this later" As the car zipped away from the curb the siren restarted its warning wail.

As the zip opened several pints of used spunk spilt onto the floor, not that Kate noticed. She was to busy taking in the wonderful beauty, that stood before her. From the fine elfin features of the sculptured face, to the graceful swell of her abdomen that swept down to her bare velvet pussy she was prefect! The sensuous mouth split and in a breathy voice she spoke her first words to Kate.

"I am Tomasina, how can I serve?"

This was too good.

"Show me your tongue slave" Kate said her voice breaking with passion.

From between the plump wet lips a bright red narrow strip like tongue appeared. Tomasina then extended it fully, the tip hung just bellow the swell of her pert smooth breasts.

Kate gaped.

"Show Me," she croaked. In an instant the tongue tip separated into two muscular twisting stands, each one winding itself around one of Tomasina's proud dark three-inch nipples.

Once there the tongues slid relentlessly around the hard buds.

"I see" Kate panted hard; roughly she opened Tomasina's thighs "Show me" Kate commanded.

Tomasina's slim hands slid to her pussy after a couple of quick mystical motions, her hands were pushed apart by a rapidly growing tail of flesh, finally the slim serpent reached its full length, bobbing just above the girls navel.

"Show me," Kate barely grunted, once again the tip split, the separate tips squirming down the girl's body.

Smoothly without effort one tip slipped in to the velvet pussy, the other streamed past the rose bud opening of Tomasina's anus. Tentatively Kate reached out her right hand and touched the front clitoral snake, instantly her fingers cramped and her whole hand pulsed. Kate's eyes widened, she had just had an intense orgasm in her hand! It was true, all of it, everything the Female Dom had told her. Convulsively Kate splurged her heavy semen load all over Tomasina's flat twitching belly. Tomasina lowered her head and her split prehensile tongue began cleaning the semen from her well-muscled abdomen.

The gentle rocking motion of the car quickly sent Jenna in to a deep sleep, and as she relaxed her legs fell apart loosely, revealing her thick slick lips and stumpy clitoris to open view. Greta guided the car skillfully up the hill.

"Not to far to go now" Greta commented to her passenger, when she failed to get any response she glanced across to the slumped woman.

Five seconds later she was back in control of the car, sweat pouring from her brow. Cautiously Greta moved her right hand to the sleeping woman's knee, her finger tips brushed it lightly, no response. More confidently now the hand walked along Jenna's thigh to its target. Seconds later Greta's fingers prized open the soft lips and slipped inside. Her fingers felt the silky smoothness grip them, Greta swallowed, and suddenly her mouth was dry.

Boldly venturing further her thumb and fingers met the hard dome of Jenna's clit, and Jenna shifted in the seat, Greta's hand pulled back a little, but no it was fine she hadn't woken, Greta retuned her hand, brushing the protuberance as she would her own. Jenna buckled slightly on the seat beside Greta, and Greta felt a stream of thick wetness hit her hot palm; the slumbering woman trembled in her nocturnal release. Greta returned her attention to the road just in time; the car swung into the driveway of the Nunnery. Greta crunched the car to a halt on the on the grey gravel.

"Now you stay there and catch some beauty sleep lady, Greta has some work to do."

Greta glanced around for something to wipe her hand on, seeing nothing obvious she happily slipped her coated fingers in to her mouth.

"I wonder if this is habit forming" Greta thought as she cleaned the last traces of juice from her palm.

Confidently she waddled towards the large Nunnery doors, her damp pants clinging to all her sensitive little folds as she walked.

"In all my years as a Nun I have never seen anything like it!" Complained the Mother Superior in a grave tone "There they were bold as brass, in broad daylight sitting there with their legs hanging, into the well, playing with each others lower parts" she continued.

"Let me get this right Mother, you are a nun with twenty years experience, and you've never seen two women playing with each other?" Greta enquired.

"We are not here to discuss our conduct, it's their disgusting behavior I'm complaining about, anyway it wasn't the touching so much, it was the other thing" retorted the Mother.

Greta noticed the Mother has visibly flushed, "Other thing?"

Greta raised an eyebrow.

"Relieving themselves repeatedly in to our only water supply" the Mother blurted the out as if words trying to get them away from her lips as quickly as possible, "Do you know we're now having to buy in bottled water, costs a small fortune!" the nun commented.

"They PEED in your well?" Greta questioned in disbelief.

"If you must" came the sniffy reply.

"You're right, I had better speak to them!" Greta quickly agreed.

Greta was eventually ushered into a small cell where two odd-looking nuns sat several feet apart.

"Oh, excuse me sisters, where are the suspects" asked Greta.

The smaller dark one replied "That's us officer, the nuns kindly gave us some spare habits, we didn't have our clothes with us at the time!"

"Yes and then they kindly tied us to these chairs so we couldn't touch each other" spat out the larger woman throwing back her tussled sandy hair in disgust.

Greta pulled up a spare chair span it, straddled it and rested her arms on the chair back.

"That'll give my pants a chance to dry out" she thought.

"Now then, Ladies why did you pee in the nice nuns drinking well?" Greta addressed her question directly to the lippie tall girl.

"School girl prank, that's all" she replied.

"Hey, some joke, O.K., name?"

"Julie Jessup"

"And you" Greta asked the pretty dark girl.

"Anita Harrison" Greta grinned broadly with genuine pleasure; she uttered just one more word "Station."

The girls were released, and before they knew it, cuffed and sitting in the rear of the police car side by side.

"To be fair to you the cuffs aren't really needed, but I'll have no funny girlie stuff going on in my police car!"

Both the girls pulled identical scowls. Greta just smiled fondly at the woman slumped asleep in the front seat, legs still lying wide open.

A few miles further up the road Jenna abruptly awoke, and having no idea where she was, desperate to get her bearings, she gazed around the car. Then in a voice still thick with sleep she spoke.