Legacy and Liability

Sexual Investigations Book I, Chapter 3

Donna glanced sideways at the blonde gracefully sliding into the SquadCar. The vehicle smoothly began floating. Renata's dark blue shirt, shining mini skirt, and short black leather jacket were splattered with cum, pussy juice, and stained with sweat. Long tears threatened to make the garments unwearable, yet Renata maintained a certain regal composure. Donna had to admit her bearing somehow made the messy clothes work. Her eye was drawn by the patch of dark blue where Renata's heavy bra showed through a tear in her shirt.

That bra was one of the first subjects of her curiosity, after she'd subdued the transformed man. Renata had been rendered unconscious thanks to the intense pleasure of her experience, which gave Donna the chance for a little discreet investigation. Renata's thick blue bra had flattened containers built into the lining, and delicate holders for her nipples. She hadn't been sucking on her finger secretively throughout the day, she'd been drinking her own milk.

Donna decided that was very sexy.

She would have laughed, with good humor, at anyone else in Renata's state, especially when she knew exactly how it had happened, but the German woman still commanded an air of nobility and respect. It made her even sexier, yet still somehow unapproachable. Donna had even less cause to doubt her aristocratic origins.

"That was kinda rough," she said, glancing at Renata. After the cleanup crew arrived, they'd treated the other women, hauled away Nathan Darmeida, cleaned up the apartment, gave Renata and Donna an injection for the minor hypnotic agent in the tentacle monster's cum, and recieved their reports. Renata was quiet, saying almost less than what was needed, and insisted she was fine to the medics. After close observation, Donna decided that Renata was infuriated by what had happened.

Curiousity warred with politeness as the woman's silence wore on. Donna chewed her lip and said, "Have you seen anything that rough before?"

Renata glared at Donna, hardness in her green eyes. "Of course I have, Lieutenant Riggs."

Donna felt she'd been very patient with Renata. And very polite. But something she'd been thinking about since the apartment emerged, something that had been buried in the back of her mind beyond her obvious attraction to Renata, the danger of the situation, and the sheer erotic nature of the encounter. Donna, while appreciating the deadliness, relished such surprise encounters as a perk of her job, but that didn't mean she enjoyed being without a reliable partner. And Renata had proved herself less a partner and more a living fucktoy once the tentacles had claimed her breasts.

Making it clear she wasn't going to send the SquadCar off, Donna faced the blonde woman and said, "Alright, Lieutenant Deckholdt, this shit has got to stop. I think I've exercised great restraint even though I was tired of your bitchiness on day one. Now I really need to know what the fuck is stuck up your ass."

Renata's lips curled with disgust. "You dare speak to--"

Donna slapped her, not nearly hard enough to turn the woman's head. Renata's hand shot to her cheek and her eyes went wide. Donna said, "Shut up. You didn't even go for your weapon back there. Once that thing got a hold of those sweet fucking tits of yours you were out of it. Do you even know what happened? You didn't say shit to the medics and the cleanup crew. Okay, fine, you want some privacy. I'm starting to guess why. But as long as you're my partner I need to know if a woman is going to have my back, not a walking puddle just waiting to melt in the arms of the next creeper we come across."

Hand at her cheek, stunned to silence, Renata stared. Donna had the feeling no one had ever talked to her that way before, and she felt a bit proud of shattering that much ice. She hoped it didn't ruin her chances of getting into Renata's pants, but that was balanced with the thought that, had the monster focused on Donna, it would have needed only a small distraction to keep Renata dazed and out of the fight. They might have been in there for hours, or days, before Captain Hallster sent a team to check on her. Not that Donna would have minded, maybe a good solid week-long fucking by a tentacle monster would take her mind off Renata.

Donna drew a breath. "So, Lieutenant Deckholdt, what's it going to be?"

Renata's eyes narrowed as her hand fell. The tall blonde transformed her expression from shocked silence to a precise, stoic resolve. Donna sighed, thinking Renata was merely ignoring her outburst and running back to the safety of her firm presentation. Maybe she couldn't handle stress and simply buried it. That was just another reason to reject her as a partner. Captain Hallster wouldn't like it, but Donna wasn't going to lie about Renata's ability.

Renata said, "You're right, of course, Lieutenant Riggs. I wasn't of very much help, and we were lucky. You deserve to know more about my--" Renata chewed her lip "--my condition." Donna raised an eyebrow. Renata said, "My breasts are very sensative, ja? My nipples even more so. Related, I produce a rather large volume of milk. Constantly." As if to highlight that point, Renata twinned the small tube on her bra and sucked from it. Donna felt a throb shake her girlcock watching Renata drink her own sweet milk.

Swallowing, Renata sighed. "It's not a gene-fix. My body is entirely natural, and its going to stay that way. I won't sully myself with gene-fixing. The Deckholdt family avoids inbreeding but we have long valued our genetic purity. My mother was the same way, as was her mother before her, down many generations of our line."

"Fair enough," Donna said, surpressing the idea of being in a roomful of Renatas. "But you picked an odd line of work. Did you expect not to get molested here and there? We know what we're doing when we sign up for this shit."

Renata made a face. You aren't cut out for this, Renata, Donna had implied, and the woman heard those words clearly. But Donna savored the annoyance in the German woman's look, as she had the shock before that, and the slight contrition in her eyes as she talked about her lovely massive knockers. Renata was even sexier when she showed a little feeling. Donna tried not to look at her big breasts too much. Renata said, "Of course I knew. That was the whole point, ja? It is a right of passage for a Deckholdt woman to master her body. Unfortunately, my... state is even more extreme than my mother's, or any other Deckholdt before her. It's been difficult."

"Alright," Donna said. "Well, thanks for the honesty. The real question is, what are we going to do about it?"

"We? This is my problem, Lieutenant Riggs, and a personal one at that." Renata faced forward in the car and crossed her arms, as if that would end the subject. She said, "It's my responsibility to handle it. Alone, ja? I won't require your assistance. Besides, you just want to fuck me and that won't really help me very much, will it? Don't bother denying it, I've seen it in your eyes since you first laid them on me."

Renata's eyes were already forward, on the city, leaving Donna with a view of her striking profile. Her thick golden braid was loosened, wild strands spraying out here and there. A slow curve came to Donna's lips, giving just the hint of a wicked smile. She said, "Betsy, snack time. Nearest doughnut vendor." Her SquadCar gave a cheerful reply and zipped into motion, cruising alongside the city's heavy flow of traffic. To Renata she said, "Okay, you're right. I totally want to demolish that fucking fine bod of yours. Maybe that means I can't help you, but we're going to try. You're not staying at the station tonight. You're coming to my place. Ja?"

Glancing sideways with a raised eyebrow, Renata said, "If I refuse that would be considered kidnapping, Lieutenant."

"Hypothetically. Until I've heard an honest no, Renata," Donna said, smirking. "And call me Donna. If we're going to be partners we need to work together, build a relationship, know each other well. Inside and out."

After Donna had her doughnuts (Renata surprised her by eating two herself) the pair returned to the station. Renata and Donna strode across the shining dark marble floors and through wide dark blue/black halls with shining trims and soft white lighting. Floating robots managed pots and bushes, cleaned windows, brought people drinks and food, and generally maintained the building and its systems.

Donna smiled at officers she'd bedded, a number including most of the department's division for this district. She waved at Megan from homicide, one of her favorites. A willowy raven haired woman, she shook in such a wonderfully cute way when she came. She blew a kiss at David, a petty crime man that had a gene-fix for two cocks. He was fun. Donna saw a few people she knew from cleanup. Jason was a big man, all pure and proud of it (like Renata, Donna thought), who sure knew his way around a woman. The twins, Susan and Sally, worked in financial investigations. They weren't really twins, they'd been gene-fixed to match, and were more interested in fucking each other than anyone else, but they could make time for insistent diversions when pressed.

While Donna's friends and sometime lovers greeted her warmly, many eyes were on Renata as the foreign woman strode alongside Donna in tattered and stained clothing. There was some mirth, but a fair bit of lust. And envy. Donna could relate to that. Her own clothing was just as torn as Renata's but she looked like a used cheap whore (not a look Donna minded). The aristocratic woman somehow, with all those eyes on her, made not just a fashion statement but elevated her ruined clothing to regal dress. Donna whispered as they walked down a set of stairs, heading toward the evidence and examination sectors, "How do you do that?"

Renata's brow turned out a delicate frown. "Do what?"

A flick of Donna's wrist encompassed the entirety of Renata's tall striding form. "You make it look like you belong in those clothes, even cumstained and shredded."

Renata showed a small smile, one of the biggest Donna had ever seen, and raised her chin haughtily. I'm growing on her, Donna thought with no small joy and a throb in her panties. She decided breaking the ice so rudely earlier had been entirely worth the risk, personally and professional. Renata said, "A simple matter of a proper upbringing and discipline, Donna."

Donna shivered, her pussy slicking. She called me Donna. The door to the chemical examination rooms slid open and the pair walked in. The lighting was low, glowing from white bars along the walls, except where a man stood around a clear box. A second man laid inside, the focus of dozens of computers and small beams of light moving up and down his form. The man standing turned in their direction. He had short brown hair and a big muscular frame, wearing a white labcoat over his blue and black police uniform.

"What do you have for us, Matt?" Donna smiled warmly. Matt was one of her rarer lovers. Between his legs he only had a cunt, and preferred the company of men, specifically those with cocks. Girls with cock gene-fixes were a sometimes an acceptable substitute. Donna slept with everyone who was willing and spent no small amount of time trying to convince those who weren't. The medical technician had been something of a challenge but sooner or later everyone softened to her.

"Just like you, Donna," Matt said with a wry look, "to hop straight back into the thick of things. Did being stuck on petty patrol wind up your springs that much?" He glanced at Renata, eyes going up and down her body. His gaze flicked to Donna; she shook her head. Renata had no girlcock, so he was automatically not interested. Donna wasn't surprised when Matt turned his eyes to his work, though to Renata's credit his had gaze lingered on her massive tits. Whatever one's preference, Renata's breasts were an amazing sight to behold.

Touching a holographic screen, Matt said, "It's possible our man here didn't take this tentacle gene-fix voluntarily. He was jabbed in the back, here, just right of the left shoulderblade. There's a minor disruption in the musculature below that was retained after the formation of the extra limbs, that's how I found it. It's about three weeks old, near as I can tell."

Renata stepped around the large clear box in which Nathan Darmeida was laying. His skin was mottled in green and gray in places and many of his tentacles were still attached. Tiny white and blue robots were crawling over his skin, carefuly administering a medical gene-fix to correct his anatomy. Renata leaned down and examined the man. At his crotch the machines would have their work cut out for him, his cock had been transformed into six long tentacular tubes ending in bulbous cockheads. Cum leaked from the small orifices.

"I'm working on tracing the particular molecular mix," Matt said, typing with one hand on a holographic display. "And looking for the nano-type, but it seems the gene-fix has run its course. A lot of the bots are likely burned up, along with the gene-markers. It's been too long. If you want a better lead you'll need to bring in someone even fresher."

"That may be difficult," Renata said, straightening to look at Matt. Donna had to hold back her smile when the German woman crossed her arms. Her shirt was torn, so as the gesture pushed her breasts up a tear widened with a tiny, barely audible ripping sound. Despite that, Renata's hard look was unflappable, and seemed to say, "You need to do better."

Matt was quick to take the meaning, snorting. "I don't doubt it'll be hard, Lieutenant Deckholdt, but fieldwork isn't my concern. You bring me a fresh one, I'll get you all the juicy chemical and nano details. Unless you want to bend the laws of physics for me, which if you don't think it's too much trouble, you're certainly welcome to try."

"When will he be able to speak?" Renata said.

Matt walked around the case, touching a particular clear space. A diagram of the man's nervous system appeared. It looked considerably larger than what Donna knew a normal human possessed; she supposed it would have to be, to control all those tentacles. He'd had at least fifty growing off his body, more if she counted the slightly smaller ones that had replaced his cock. And he certainly knew how to control them, Donna recalled with a slight shiver in her cunt. Matt said, "It'll be a week or so until the bots are done cleaning him up. Then they psyches will get their turn. Might be able to see him before then, but that'll depend on what the initial review says."

"Thanks, Matt," Donna smiled. "It's a start. We know we're dealing with something more than a few gene-fix smugglers." Renata and Donna left the examination room. Outside she touched the small band around her neck, that held her contact to Castle Prime. She asked the central computer to run a department inquiry with particular details on Nathan Darmeida, his close associates, and, though she knew it was foolish, scheduled orgies in the district. Such sex parties were so common she'd have thousands of hits before the end of the day. But since it was a tentacle monster's basic MO to find and fuck a modest harem of a dozen or so people, it was prudent to at least try.

Commands issued, she thanked the computer and turned to Renata. "While the computers are chewing on all that I think we should spend time working on you." Donna smiled, seeing no reason to hide her ulterior motive. She wanted to get Renata naked and properly fucked as soon as possible.

"We have a case, Donna," Renata said, expression showing she knew what Donna really wanted. "Shouldn't we follow up on your inquiries? Your city's computer must be competent enough to give us a beginning. A man was transformed against his will and set on others and that may be happening to someone else right this instant. We do not have time to play around."

"Ordinarily, you'd be right," Donna said. She glanced around the wide station halls. No one was close. Donna brushed back her brown curls and leaned toward Renata, lowering her voice to a whisper. "But just between us, there's that personal liability. I think it's worth taking some time to iron that out, don't you? Especially since it seems we're going to be running into more of those things. Unless you're fine with our investigation being set back days or weeks each time we do." Donna grinned. "On second thought, imagine the fuckings we'll get. Maybe you're right, let's just go to it."

Renata flushed ever so slightly and her lips curled to the barest frown. Donna could see the long legged blonde wanted nothing more than to lash out, in that prim and proper way she had, and put Donna in her place. Except she couldn't this time because Donna was right. She tried not to let the obvious joy of that feeling show. Much. Renata's sensual lips pressed together. "Point taken," she said, crossing her arms. "Very well, Donna, we'll do things your way. But I warn you, this is no simple task. If that were the case I would have learned to control things years ago."

Leading the way to the department docking area, Donna called her SquadCar so it'd be waiting when they reached the platform. She had a wonderful bounce in her step, and could barely keep her eyes off Renata. Finally, she thought with a cock-stirring and pussy-wetting flush of victory, I've got those sweet tits all to myself. She wasn't sure she could wait until they reached her apartment.