Cumming Up with a Plan

Sexual Investigations Book II, Chapter 9

A pleasant pulsing heat spilled into Donna Rigg's slumbering mind. Her body jerked at the sudden impact of something wet splashing her tits. As the second strike landed her eyes opened to the bunk at the Station, lighting low in the long chamber. Her hard fember launched a third salvo, happily painting sticky white girl goo over her chest. Donna sighed in pleasure as her girl dick coughed a final lazy spurt.

What a dream, she thought. She'd been in the station morgue, inside one of the storage bays, only with Renata instead of Matt. The tall sexy blonde and her huge tits barely fit, forcing their bodies to intimate closeness. Sweat and cum and cunt juice and milk went everywhere in the closed space. Just as she'd neared consciousness the mix of fluids had been filling to the point of drowning the pair. Far from being frightened, the rising liquid had only made her even more aroused, probably even causing the semi-nocturnal spurts.

She couldn't tell if she ought to be worried or not. Donna decided to blame the odd dream on the fact that Renata was still held captive somewhere. That just made her naturally worried, and think a little too much about cages and closed in spaces. Closing her eyes, she ran fingers through sweaty hair--

"Definitely a crime," said a woman, "getting started without us, Donna."

Donna's head fell to the side. She laid on a middle level bunk, so Sally's chest was at her eye level and it was only a little work to meet her blue eyes. The woman smiled, a look shared by her gene-fixed twin. They reached out and scooped up some of Donna's spend, sucking it down with relish.

"A dream," Donna said, smiling lazily.

"No excuse. Anyway, we're here to get an early start, Donna. Got work to do and we need clear minds," said Susan. Facing her partner, the auburn haired woman stabbed a finger at her match's chest. "And I'm first today." Both began to strip at a speed that suggested they were racing. Donna relaxed, waiting for the first to mount her.

She was pretty sure it was Susan, though Donna had lost track of the two during a brief scuffle as they climbed into the bunk. One woman pressed her bare body against Donna in the confines of the bunk while the other rode her slowly, back hunched to fit in the low space. As another orgasm developed inside her, warming her shaft, Donna used Renata's techniques to direct throbbing sensations in her girlcock. Donna focused on the mental tumblers holding the key to her sexual energies. She gloried in the heat of climax, relishing the pulsing, insistent feel of cum gushing out her fember. Susan cried out, breasts shivering as she lost control of herself.

Donna was getting better, maxing out Sally and Susan faster every day. Donna thought herself on climax six (though when they blended it was hard to be sure) when Susan finally gave a heaving, breathy sigh and tilted forward, collapsing so that her breasts tried melding with Donna's.

"Whore," Sally whispered to the fucked-silly woman, tone affectionate, "you wore Donna out."

Not likely, Donna thought, brimming with sexual energy. The control Renata's skills offered had many advantages. She watched with amusement as Sally unceremoniously pulled her close partner off, Donna's hard fember still launching. Burning white spears lanced on her body and Sally's tits and thighs as the woman scrambled aboard, eagerly directing Donna's fember inside a slick, tight cunt.

As her hard girl cock throbbed inside Sally, pumping a thick load into her cunt, Donna gave a delighted moan, using the energy of her climax as Renata had taught to drive the woman into an increasingly frenzy. Some part of Donna remained aware of the outside world, however, and she heard an odd beeping. She barely recognized the sound as coming from her comp-access choker, hanging on a peg above her bunk's storage compartment. A message prompt.

That could be important, a tiny part of Donna thought. The part concerned with Renata, as the rest of her was properly concerned with sex right then. Her fember pulsed, blooming with heat, launching even more cum, stuffing Sally's cunt.

The woman was losing herself to pleasure, which Donna partly sensed through the violent, wonderful quaking of her cunt. Each delicate muscle seemed to rebound against Donna's girl dick, extending and enhancing the strength of her orgasm. Seed gushed inside Sally, flowing from an overstimulated cunt to soak their thighs. Susan laid close to Donna, warm, sweaty body pressed peacefully against her skin, moving only with soft slumbering breaths.

Could I...? While I'm...? Donna wondered. Renata had acted that way at times, though Donna didn't think it quite respectful of one's partner. She had concentration to spare, though, thanks to all the practice these two gave her. Donna's fember and body were practically driving themselves in the manner of Renata's technique, her hard girl dick throbbing according to precise, cunt-shattering motions.

Slowly withdrawing a hand from its grip on Sally's thigh, Donna reached behind her head, hand questing for the choker. Sally gasped, shuddering and bending close, her chin a hand's distance from Donna's. Her eyes were clenched shut as she experienced successive orgasms. Donna's girl dick throbbed, pumping. The other officer didn't notice the motion, for which Donna couldn't blame her. She smiled, thinking of how Renata had done her that first time. The twins were getting used to what Donna could do but still couldn't fight back.

Yet, Donna thought, watching Sally writhe and moan like a whore. I'm going to miss this when they can. Her fingers met with hard plastic decor, nails seeking a thin crack of the compartment panel. They quested higher...

Got it, she thought, pulling her hand back. She thumbed the button, after wasting a moment to twist the thick black band. Her voice was husky as she said, "Donna Riggs."

"Priority message from Damien Calonsus," said Castle Prime, in a too-official male tone. The advanced AI didn't care that she was having sex, which disappointed Donna. Boxer would have offered a comment or joke. "You requested immediate alert upon receiving particular keywords."

Urgent need to act nearly overwhelmed Donna's focus on the sexual encounter. She only caught herself because she knew how disappointed she'd be if someone finished her too early. She wouldn't do that to Sally. Donna doubled her efforts, pouring all that orgasmic power into her girl dick, focusing it into and against Sally's poor, defenseless, wet snatch.

A sharp cry burst from the woman's lips as her blue eyes flew wide. Trying to straighten her back earned her a bump to the head, which sounded hard to Donna, but the woman was too zonked by orgasms to care. Sally's hips shuddered as clear fluid exploded from an overwhelmed cunt. Donna's fember lay deep inside, firing off strand after gooey white strand of her girl seed. She basked in the hot warmth raging up her shaft, the pulsing sensation that seemed to want to burst from her body. Sally's eyes lolled in her head and she gave a choked gasp, keeling forward, her breasts bubbling against Donna's, lubricated by sweat and cum.

Relishing the feeling of the woman's body on her, fember inside her cunt, Donna let out a heavy sigh. The last of her orgasm spent itself inside the woman, seed bubbling within slick folds. She hugged Sally to her, basking in the afterglow. Finally, Donna gently rolled her into the arms of her partner. Susan moaned softly as Donna climbed out of the bunk, leaving the twins with the mess and themselves, padding off to the communal wardrobe.

There was only one other officer inside the broad room there this early, a bulky gene-fixed man Donna recognized as among the petty crime officers. He smiled and shook his head, suffering the bombardment of water directed by AI-controlled fields. Donna gave him a jaunty wave then activated the wash program in her own section, which scrubbed the cum and cunt juice and sweat from her body with battering sprays of water and soap.

The extra-large wardrobe concluded by dressing her with clothing she'd brought from her apartment. A plain black and purple blouse, longer-than-usual blue ruffled skirt, a pair of short black boots, and waist-length dark blue jacket. Her brown hair was pulled back into a tail at the base of her skull. While it worked, she listened to Damien's message, which was quite simple. He had a report from Deirina about Upperside Udders. She'd asked him to handle speaking with the woman while she was undercover, in case anyone recognized Donna in her communications.

Donna debated contacting him again, having him send Deirina's message, but she wanted to visit Honey Land and the man, so she headed up to the vehicle docks at the upper levels. There she boarded Betsy, presently decorated in sleek white and green, directing the SquadCar to take her to the milk bar. She found Damien in his office, doing something boring like checking financial reports or personnel management. He looked up after she entered, then smiled.

Donna smiled too, and debated delaying her business, but concern for Renata was a little too strong. After quick pleasantries, she said, "The message?"

"Right," he nodded, expression turning serious. He tapped controls below the desk surface, and a holographic screen appeared. The background looked like any apartment Donna had visited in the last few years with shelves and trinkets and painted images to spice things up. When Donna had first met Deirina, the woman had been slight, with four breasts, and curling dark hair that flowed about her shoulders. The woman she saw now was tanned, broad and somewhat muscular, with only two breasts, and a shock of strawberry blonde hair. Donna frowned, studying the briefly still image before Damien touched the play command.

Smiling, Deirina volleyed words. "Hey, Damien. Hope things are going okay at Honey Land. I miss it a bit. The girls here are nice, but, well, not the same. Clients can be a bit obnoxious. Heh, rich people, go figure. Anyway, right, report. I think I found something at Upperside."

Dropping a proud smile, she continued, "Didn't want to get too close, you know. Figured Do-- Uh, the police could handle the real investigation, right? That's their job. It's something about a new supplier, brought some all-natural. Had a taste, real fine stuff. Sorry, didn't get a name, the managers were being all secretive about them. You know how that is. Trade secrets. I tried complaints, you know I hate competing with the all-natural stuff, Damien, but they wouldn't budge."

The woman shrugged. "Best I can do for now. I'll keep looking."

The hologram froze, its message finished.

Damien said, "She's a little too excited, if you ask--"

"Wait," Donna said, staring at the woman's face. She wished the holographic communication had been three-dimensional, high-res, but not many people had those units installed in their apartments, and Deirina wasn't supposed to stand out. This view was good enough, however, for Donna to be struck by something strangely familiar. "Play it again."

He did so, then Donna said, "One more time."

She ignored Damien's confused look as the message repeated. Donna paid particularly close attention to the woman's eyes. The cadence of her speech, the quickness (or not) of her expressions, and the odd look in her eyes-- Donna snapped, pointing. "I've seen this before."

"What?" Damien frowned, then moved to stand beside her, leaning low to watch Deirina's face. He glanced at Donna. "I don't get it. What's wrong?"

She said, "A couple months back, my partner and I busted a tentacle monster gene-fixer. He had a pair of minions with him that seemed glassy eyed. Thought it was a side effect of the gene-fix at the time, which I can assure you was some nasty stuff, but then they held back from ravaging us at his command. Those gene-fixes seemed to have contained a kind of mental conditioning."

Donna sighed. "Whoever is behind all this has done the same to Deirina. Only they made some improvements on the conditioning, it's a lot harder to notice. Might be something completely different, just similar effect. Either way, since they got to her, that means this is a trap for me. I go investigate and they bottle me up too."

Damien frowned, watching Deirina's still face. "That's... Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," Donna said, blowing out a long breath. She stepped away from the desk, looking around, fighting a hint of despair creeping in to her mind. Spotting the long, smooth couch, she ambled over and collapsed on the comfortable cushions, feeling a jolt of delight when they molded round her ass. Despair soon gave way to misery, fueled by guilt over what had happened to Deirina. It had been her plan, on her authority.

I'd do it again, she thought defiantly to the feelings. That, though, also worried her. Who else would she risk to have Renata back? Donna hadn't liked Deirina at first, but now considered the woman a friend. She drew a breath for a long, loud sigh.

Settling next to her on the sofa, Damien set a hand on her shoulder. "Don't beat yourself up over this. It was practically Deirina's idea. And, anyway, she will be absolutely insufferable when you finally rescue her, bragging to the staff, the patrons and me, sure she was the key to the whole operation." He shrugged. "How will we manage? Maybe you should let them keep her."

Donna frowned at him, but a grin slowly took her lips. "I suppose I'll have to get her back."

He nodded firmly. "Got a plan?"

Sucking in a breath, Donna narrowed her eyes, staring across the room at Damien's work bench, the surface filled with smooth tools, various cups, and gene-fix injectors, most related to breasts in some way. "Working on that."

"Need help thinking? Maybe a little motivation?"

Donna glanced at him, noticing his hand creeping near the band of her skirt. Two fingers snuck inside and tugged the thing down an inch or so, baring her hip. She met his eyes and small, hopeful smile, seeing a touch of worry in his gaze. Deirina. He's worried about her. And maybe his place, Donna thought. She'd risked a lot by involving them in this, since they understood milky culture, that could have helped her investigation. And it had.

Now that the woman was under Darkness's influence, Damien likely thought he might be a target too. And Donna couldn't be sure that was wrong, already the mysterious villain had proven to be quite vindictive. Worse, Damien wasn't a fellow officer. Donna reminded herself that most people in New York were not drawn to action and danger outside VR-experiences.

As his fingers crept ever closer to her genitals, Donna felt shivers of looming excitement. She saw a certain trust in his gaze, or maybe just want of simple reassurances, a chance to take his mind off things. She heartily agreed. Her present state was no mood for thinking of plans, she needed an energizer and if she could allay the man's fears in some small degree, even better.

Setting a hand on his wrist, urging him deeper, Donna soon felt his fingers probe her womanly cock. It immediately grew harder and she felt a spurt of pre-cum bubbling in the shaft. "Mmmmm," she moaned, leaning close to kiss his lips. "Some motivation sounds great."

Gentle, smooth tugs up and down the shaft made certain of Donna's rigidity, drawing out small beads of pre-cum to stain her skirt. He pulled at the band, drawing the skirt down to free her fember, which rebounded tall and proud, pointing up from her crotch.

Donna eagerly tore at his shirt, glad for the nano-fabrics and their easy parting. She quickly had his muscular chest exposed. The pants were gone soon after, and her jacket and shirt. Damien settled on her, guiding her girl dick into his man cunt with a hand. She sighed with delight as her fember was encased by smooth flesh, pressed on all sides. Damien leaned to kiss her while he rode, humping her in a slow, sensual manner.

Not her usual pace, Donna relished the smoothness of the encounter, enjoying the taste of his lips and tongue as hers fought back. Her girlcock stirred his insides, throbbing as the heat of their fucking built. Sweat appeared slowly as they moved, increasing alongside jolts and starts in their pace. Each bounce, each shift of the hips, seemed faster than the last. She sensed the energy flowing within as she neared climax, but contained herself. Damien did not know Renata's technique, and now was not the time for such a release.

Donna gasped at the sudden blossom of warmth filling her shaft. Her hips shuddered with release, and she pumped seed into his cunt. Damien sighed, clutching her to him. She kissed his neck while spurting inside, feeling the wet splash of his pussy juice on her thighs. His own legs squeezed at hers, shaking as he came. He rode her to another climax then Donna wrapped her arms around him and stood. She turned and carefully laid him on the couch, having him again, pounding his cunt, their thighs slapping together wetly. It was not long before Donna burst, pumping him full of hot white girl goo.

Their lovemaking retained that slow, sensual approach, with only bursts of frantic activity as one or the other came. By the time the pair were winding down, Donna was laying on her side on the sofa, Damien before her, hard girl dick still fully slotted, throbbing, pumping seed into his cunt. Donna moaned softly, relishing each and every pulse, how the hot cum burned through her. The man shuddered in her grasp, and Donna nipped at his ears softly or kissed his neck. He held one of her hands, their fingers locked together, warm, sweaty bodies close.

Suitably reassured, Donna though warmly to him. She decided to lay with him a while, pleased with the feel of her girlcock inside him, surrounded by warm fuckflesh and copious volumes of cum and pussy juice. A couple of his servers visited with some trivial business during this time, but sighting their boss with Donna, they merely smiled and assured him it could wait.

As the afterglow eventually cooled too, Donna's mind turned to the case, and she almost startled herself with how quickly an idea developed. She decided to blame Damien, a good fuck always cleared her mind. The idea didn't inspire much haste, however, as it wouldn't really involve effort on her part. She needed to get back to the station to even get started, and it was only an idea, not an entire plan-- Donna sucked in a quiet breath as disparate pieces collapsed inward. Just a bit more...

Damien chuckled and she glanced at him. His head was near hers, their cheeks almost touching. Donna frowned. "What is it?"

"Almost thought you were ready for more. I felt you tense. Love that, by the way. Feels nice inside." He smiled. "But I know that look. You thought of something."

Kissing him softly, Donna withdrew and said, "Always did my best thinking on my back. And you did your part too. It's a shared labor, I assure you."

"Glad to be of help."

"I'd better get going."

Donna crawled over him to slip into the small wardrobe he maintained in his office for personal use. Smaller than the one she had in her apartment, it was still large enough to admit two. When Damien joined her mid-wash, Donna realized she wasn't quite spent. He only had to look at her and instantly her girl dick stood straight, hard and proud. She had him against the smooth wall as water splashed around them, dripping down their bodies. Donna thrust vigorously, forcing her girl dick to split his insides, drawing her pleasure from the passage of the hard rod through his smooth, delicate folds.

Damien wrapped his legs round her, clutching her as she rutted him. He moaned with each impact of her thighs slapping his ass, balls swinging to add their own double punch. Donna groaned as heat built inside her shaft, growing increasingly intense. She fought the sense, as she usually did, drawing out her orgasm, prolonging and adding to the eventual release. Damien's cunt pressed on her fember, urging her onward, and ruining any hope of holding back.

With one final, desperate thrust, Donna hilted inside, holding him close. She kissed him full on the lips as her climax began, moaning as her fember spurted. Globs of hot cum filled him, dripping and splashing on the wet floor of the wardrobe, as the machine tried in vain to keep the pair clean. Donna pulsed for a good while, finally feeling empty, heaving breaths as she recovered. She held Damien against the wall until her fember slid free, growing soft from lack of thrusting. A deluge of cum followed, washed down the slitted drain by the wardrobe.

Finally, she cleaned herself and withdrew, dressing. Waving him goodbye, she departed from Honey Land and rode Betsy back to the station. Having the SquadCar drop her at the nearest access to the Chemical division, Donna did not bother hiding from the twins. Sally and Susan would both need time to recharge after this morning. She found Matt in his laboratory, dealing with a couple officers about some theft or another.

When they left, she stepped from the relative darkness round his work space, feeling herself seeming glow as she entered the light. She said, "Have you looked at those gene-fixes we took from Calvan Morriston's secret lab below the Avalon Microbiotics place?"

"A glance here and there," the chemical man said. "Interesting things. There's some state of the art techniques there. Either Morriston was a genius or he knew one. The particular coding sequences are very efficient, that's why they work so--"

Slicing her hand and shaking her head, Donna said, "Never mind that. What about the conditioning aspect. Did you look into that?"

Matt frowned. He glanced at the computers and screens near his desk as though the answer might be there, but finally looked back at Donna as if she'd told him the sky was bright green. "Conditioning aspect?"

"So you didn't, great." Donna sighed, and explained her suspicions concerning the gene-fixed tentacle monsters.

If anything, the chemical man's frown only deepened. "That's..." He pursed his lips, looking thoughtful before turning considerate. "Gene-fixes reshape our bodies fine enough, so there's no reason to assume they couldn't do something similar with a mind. Not completely, mind you, as the organization of the average neural structure isn't wholly based on gene--"

"I don't need all this science, Matt." At his slight hurt look, she smiled apologetically. "I mean, I appreciate it, but I'm in a hurry. I need you to look into that right away."

He peered at her. "Why?"

Chewing her lip, Donna said, "I think Darkness is using an upgraded version. Not tentacle-monsters, just the conditioning."

"Ah," Matt said. Again he looked over his machines, though this time less with a view toward answers and more consideration as to how they might serve. He sighed. "It's going to take time, Donna, this kind of analysis. Days, likely. Then sorting through all the coding and functions... And devising a countermeasure on top. It's going to be a big challenge." He nodded firmly. "I'll give it a shot."

Donna rubbed her jaw, feeling decidedly less annoyed by the prospect of wasting whole days than she knew she ought. But the rest of her idea involved certain modifications which would also take time. Renata could last another few days anyway. She'd been captive for almost a month now. Donna winced at the realization. I am coming, Renata. Just hold on a bit longer.

"You won't let me down, Matt. And I've got a couple days to burn." Donna winked at him. "If you finish early, I'll be getting my disguise ready in Medical."