Mr. Saturday Night Special
03
Commissioned by alethiophile.
Pushing open the door to the roof quietly, Shinji looked around and spotted a white robed and hooded form standing at the edge of the roof, looking out past the fence at the city below. Walking up behind her, he raised an eyebrow as he smelled smoke. She turned her head and glanced back at him, before quickly flicking away a cigarette, then turned to face him with an annoyed look as her hazel eyes swept over his suited and trench coat clad form. "You can't be up here."
Shinji held out his badge and the girl blinked, before blushing. "Oh. You're the detective."
"Shinji is fine, if I can call you Amy." The girl nodded and turned back to her looking out over the city. Shinji joined her.
"You're uh, not going to tell my mom what you saw…?"
Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulled out his pack of smokes and tapped out one, before lighting it. "Nope. Not that kind of cop. Got better things to do than bother with petty bullshit. Besides," he tapped out a second and held the pack out, "narcing to your mom isn't exactly going to leave you in a cooperative mood, and I kind of need your cooperation."
Amy took the cancer stick and turned it over in her fingers. Shinji watched as she studied it for a moment before popping it between her lips. Plump little lips set in a cute, freckled face, with a button nose. Sixteen is legal, but it really shouldn't be.
He lit it and they stood there for a few moments. Eventually, she nodded. "What did you want to ask?"
"First, what'd you do to that thing?" When she turned and raised an eyebrow, he tapped his nose. "Smells different." When she narrowed her eyes, he shrugged. "Do you remember a patient you treated, earlier in the month? A girl about your age. Taylor Hebert. Probably infected—"
"I remember," she nodded. "Why do you want to know?"
"I've been assigned to the case, replacing Detective Smith. Whole thing smells fishy. I suspect the school was negligent here and let bullying escalate to attempted murder. Your testimony could be helpful."
Amy nodded, puffing on her smoke for a moment before answering. "Bruising on the knees, elbows, forearms, head, and back. Lacerations on the hands and forearms. Fingernails broken, some broken off entirely. More lacerations on the fingers. Multiple, rampant infections. Hundred and five degree fever. In septic shock. Failing liver and kidneys. Blood poisoning." Pausing, she quietly added, "If they hadn't called me, she'd be dead. A short but painful death."
"And you'd be willing to testify to that in court?"
"Yes. Absolutely," Amy agreed. "All of it is corroborated by tests, samples, and diagnoses by other doctors before it got to me, so there should be a paper trail and it won't just be my word."
"Excellent. I'll have her father see about getting that."
"Might be better, and faster, to do it through a lawyer," Amy advised. "Hospital admin can drag their feet sometimes."
"Anything else you can tell me?"
Amy considered for a few moments before saying, "She had high levels of cortisol—like, soaked in it."
"What's that again?"
"Stress hormone."
"Being shoved in a locker full of filth and bugs is stressful—"
"No," Amy shook her head, turning to look at him as she leaned against the fence. "Not like this. This is like, constant stress. Along with all the other physiological signs of long term stress, anxiety, and depression. Malnutrition. Sleep deprivation. If I didn't know she was my age, I'd think she was thirty and had been living in an active combat zone for the last year."
"Any of the tests pick that up?"
"No, sorry. But generally, my testimony is accepted as fact when it comes to these sorts of things. It couldn't hurt, anyway."
Shinji dropped the remainder of his smoke and crushed it under heel. "Alright. I'll take it. Thanks, Amy."
"Uh huh." She held out her hand. "Gimme."
"Give you…"
"Smokes."
Chuckling, he pulled the pack from his pocket. She did something to them before handing them back, after taking another and pocketing it. "What'd you do?"
She turned away. "I volunteer here Monday, Wednesday, and Friday if you want to come by for another consult. If you bring her with you, I'll do a checkup. If you bring me more apple flavored cigarettes, I'll do that again."
"Alright. See you later, Amy."
"Later."
After another exciting day at Winslow setting up dominoes to fall, followed by his new evening routine with Taylor, Shinji felt like he was finally ready to make his first big move. Freshly showered, shaved, and changed, he sat down at his desk in his home office and called up a newly entered contact. After a few rings, it picked up.
"Hello?" a girl's voice asked.
"Madison Clements?"
"Uh, yes? Who's this?"
"Detective Kusanagi, BBPD. I need to talk to you about a few things."
The girl hesitated, before answering, "Uhh, maybe I should let you talk to my dad…"
"Sure, that'd be great. I'm sure he'd be very interested in what I have to say. Would you like to hear an example?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Shinji grinned. Picking up one of the printed sheets of texts, he read off one. "Well, let's see. How about this one? Ahem, 'I'll talk to Stacy and we'll tell everyone Taylor is sucking dicks under the bleachers for $2 a blow.'"
"Wha—"
"Or, 'Everyone's in. We're spamming her school mail account.'"
"That, I never—"
"And of course, this fine example. 'Nice touch, rolling the flute in dog shit after you smashed it, Emma.'" He paused, before adding, "Of course, that's not entirely verbatim. Your grammar is atrocious and 'text speak' hurts to read, so I translated it into English. But I think it really gets the point across better, don't you?"
Madison was silent for a moment before quietly asking, "Please don't tell my dad! What do you want?"
"I told you, I want to talk. So, here's what's going to happen. You know the little park near your house?"
"Y-yeah."
"You're going to tell your dad you're going to visit a friend. Don't care which one, you pick. Just make it believable. Then, you're going to go to that park and wait for me. You're not going tell anyone about this—especially your little friends—because this is an active investigation and doing so would be interfering in an investigation, which is a crime. And don't bother deleting your cell phone data—we can just request copies of everything from the phone company. Now, hop to it. If you're not there in half an hour, I'm going to get a search warrant for your home. I'll convince them that the risk of you destroying evidence is too great, so it'll be a no-knock search. That means a dozen cops kicking in the doors to your home in the middle of the night, dragging you and your dad out of bed, slapping you both in cuffs, and letting you sit out in your yard naked until we find what we're looking for."
"Yes, sir!"
Shinji hung up and grabbed his stuff, before driving over to the park. He sat with the lights off and let the car idle, running the heat. Eventually, he spotted the girl walking into the park. He flashed his brights twice to draw her attention, then flipped the blue strobe on his dash on for a moment before turning it off again. The girl slowly walked over, before stopping a few feet away from the driver's side door. Shinji rolled down the window a bit and flashed his badge and ID, before jerking his head at the other side of the car. "Get in."
"Y-yes sir," she murmured, before moving around the car and sliding into the passenger seat.
"Buckle up," he ordered, and the girl nodded, hurrying to put on her belt.
Shinji pulled away from the park and kept silent, letting her stew for a bit. It was a cheap psychological tactic, but a surprisingly effective one. It didn't take long before the silence and uncertainty got to her and Madison broke. "Um, what," she swallowed, "what's going to happen to me?"
"That depends entirely on you, and how cooperative you're willing to be."
She whimpered. "Where are we going?"
"Down to the station."
She whimpered louder. "Please don't! I'm sorry! It was Emma's idea! I just, I don't know what I was thinking—"
"Quiet." Madison fell silent. Taking a breath, Shinji let it out slowly, flexing his hands on the steering wheel as he frowned—looking angrier than he actually felt. She eased away, closer to the door, cringing a bit. "I have all of the texts. Photos. Videos. I've got you dead to rights. Theft, vandalism, destruction of property, harassment, assault, kidnapping and unlawful detention of a minor. It's enough evidence to send you to juvie, certainly. However, that was before I spoke with Panacea last night. The 'prank' you girls pulled on Ms. Hebert didn't just require medical intervention, but a visit from the world's foremost parahuman healer.
"Panacea is going to testify under oath that the damage you three did would have led to Ms. Hebert's death. Which changes things. All of that stuff? It could have been waived. Pleaded down. Your dad would've had to pay a fine, you'd have gotten community service and probation, at most you might have gotten six months in a juvenile detention facility. Now? We're looking at attempted premeditated homicide. A good lawyer might be able to argue it down to involuntary manslaughter. Either way, you're looking at being tried as an adult and between five and thirty years in prison. Not juvie, not jail, prison. You know what happens to pretty little girls like you who get sent to a women's penitentiary?"
"No?" Madison whimpered.
"Well, it's about like what happens to a young man who winds up getting sent to prison. I'd say don't drop the soap, but the shower is the least of your worries when you'll be in gen pop."
"I don't wanna get raped!"
Shinji shrugged. "Not my problem. Should've thought about that before you helped try to kill a girl."
A glance over to the side showed Madison shaking in her seat, her eyes wide as she panicked. "There, there has to be something I can do! I'll do whatever you want! Can't I just blame it all on Emma and Sophia? Give you evidence that shows they're the ones who planned it? They are! I wasn't even involved in that one! I mean, yeah, I did some stuff to her, but I didn't sign up to try to kill Taylor! That's something I can do, right? Like in the cop shows?"
Shinji snorted. "This ain't TV." Madison sobbed once and he sighed. "But," she looked up, her brown eyes wet as she stared at him. "There's a grain of truth there. If you turn state's evidence, then we can shift the focus of this off of you and onto them. But that's only with your full cooperation. Not just in giving testimony and evidence against your friends, but I'm going to need your help in a more physical sense."
Madison swallowed, wiping at her face, and Shinji blinked as he felt something from the girl he hadn't felt in a while—not since his last 'date' anyway. It started small, but he could practically taste her arousal, and he wondered what he'd said to set her off. Going back over it, he nearly rolled his eyes as he put it together. Young girl, knows she's done something bad, vulnerable, alone in a car with an older man she finds attractive, he's got serious blackmail over her and there's nothing she can do about it but go along or she'll be ruined, and then he tells her he's going to need her help in a physical sense. Unintentional on his part, but her mind took it and dove straight into the gutter.
Shinji continued, before she could say anything. "While I am in the school, I don't have access to your friends' phones. Yours was easy enough to get—theirs, not so much. I need you to get them for me. I'm going to give you a tool. Plug it into their phones, press the button, then disconnect it when it's finished. Shouldn't take more than thirty seconds for each. I could just get a search warrant for every phone in the school, but that takes time. It'll be much faster if a student comes forward, confesses because she felt guilty, provides evidence herself in the form of her own phone and testimony, and I can get a warrant for the other two key players. But if I already know what I'm looking for, that makes it even easier, and means I can start moving on to the school and their part in this cluster fuck. Do you understand?"
Madison considered for a moment as she studied him. She bit her lip in the low light streaming in through the windows from the street lights. "I understand. I'll help."
"Good girl." The words came reflexively, but the moment he said them, that little bit of arousal he'd felt coming off of her flared brightly. He responded almost on reflex as he asked, "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you Madison?"
"I'll be a good girl."
Leave it alone. Leave it alone. Don't do it, Shinji. Even if she is legal. On the other hand, she would be much more manageable and much less likely to back out if I did…
He could see it. How he'd been affecting her. Even the way she said 'I'll be a good girl' with that breathy voice, that heavy blush, that tongue darting out to lick her lips and the way she squeezed her thighs together. Shinji could see that she was pretty much on the verge of popping with arousal.
Arousal for him.
Fuck.
"You sure about that? What are you willing to do to prove it?"
Madison's eyes went wide again. "A-anything."
God, she even sounds like she's on the edge of begging for it.
Shinji nodded. Signaling, he turned right on the next street and made the block, turning back towards her home. Finding a small shopping center, he pulled in between a car and a pickup, near the back of the lot and away from the nearest lights. Putting the car in park, he unbuckled his seatbelt and eased the seat back from the wheel a bit. Then, he grabbed the mount for the laptop and folded it up out of the way from between them, moving it onto the dash. "Alright. Go ahead."
Madison unbuckled her belt and slid across the leather bench seat. She looked up at him uncertainly before slowly reaching out and laying her hand on his thigh. When he only raised an eyebrow, she shifted around and got on her knees so she could face him properly, the position putting her just a hair taller than Shinji, the top of her head brushing the roof of the car. She moved closer and Shinji reached up, grabbing her by her small hips. Madison gasped quietly, trembling in excitement and nervousness in his grasp, as he pulled her body against his own. Reaching up, Madison rested her hands on Shinji's shoulders, not quite knowing what to do with herself. She leaned in and almost bumped her nose into his, before figuring out she had to turn her head, and then their lips met. Her mouth opened immediately and her tongue darted out, poking into Shinji's mouth.
She tasted like cherries, Shinji noted. Cherry pie. Probably something she'd been eating before he called. He pulled back a hair, breaking the kiss. "Slow down. It's not a race. You don't go straight for tongue. Take your time. Like this."
Then, he pulled her back in, kissing her small, soft lips, teasing them with his own. He slid his hands under her sweater, touching her warm, smooth flesh directly as he squeezed her hips, thumbs lightly digging in and massaging her. He pulled her down into his lap and Madison mewled against his lips as her hands came up, one of them moving around to rub his back, the other running her fingers through his hair. She found the tie holding his topknot in place and undid it, then giggled when his hair came loose. Shinji didn't mind her playing with it—it was one of the reasons he kept it long, actually. Women loved that shit.
He felt her growing more and more aroused as they made out, the feelings standing out plain as day. Her breathing came in soft little pants as she grew warmer under his hands, her hips starting to twitch back and forth as she sought to scratch the itch between her legs, grinding herself down in his lap. Madison moaned quietly as she ground herself against his hard cock. Now Shinji used his tongue, slowly taking his time to explore the girl's mouth.
The windows began to fog as Shinji worked the girl over with nothing but his hands and mouth, moving on from squeezing and rubbing her hips to running over her back, stomach, and along the sides of her ribs—though he steered clear of her breasts for the moment. The hand Madison had on his back moved around, slid under his coat and jacket, and began fiddling with the buttons of his dress shirt to get them open. She made a little frustrated sound when she found his undershirt beneath that and he chuckled, taking a moment to untuck the shirt from his slacks, before moving his hands back under her sweater. Both her cold little hands went under his shirt, playing over his abs and chest as she smiled against his lips, her fingers teasing over his hard muscles.
Eventually, Madison's hands wandered down and found his belt. Getting it open, she undid the button to his pants and unzipped his fly, before sliding one of her hands down into his boxers. "Oh," she murmured, as her hand found his cock—thick, hard, and hot, feeling like a steel bar in her little hand. Madison broke the kiss as she looked down, pulling him out of his pants. "Is that even going to fit?" she wondered quietly.
Shinji didn't answer as his hands found the button of her jeans and undid it, pulled them open, and slipped his hand down the front. Madison spread her legs to allow him access and moaned quietly, leaning against his chest as his long, thin fingers stroked through the curly hair of her pubic mound, before moving down and teasing her inner thighs, almost but never quite touching her nether lips. Madison was soaked and burning up against Shinji's fingers, and the girl panted and squirmed as he teased her, her hands absently stroking his cock up and down. He leaned in and kissed her neck, lightly enough not to leave marks that someone might see later.
When he did finally touch her thin little lips, Madison gasped, shivering in his arms as her hips rocked back and forth. Shinji ignored her clit for now, instead spreading her wet lips apart and teasing her entrance, before slipping a finger inside. Madison's hands clenched around his dick and Shinji paused. When she realized what she was doing, she loosened her grip and he continued. Pressing his finger deep inside her, Madison's insides clenched around his intruding digit, clinging to his finger and squeezing around it. She was incredibly wet and only got more so the more Shinji played with her. Curling his finger inside her, he pulled forward, beginning to stroke the top of her pussy slowly back and forth, from as deep as he could reach, all the way to her entrance, and back. Slow, forceful strokes with steady pressure. Madison bucked in his lap and Shinji settled his left hand on her hip and squeezed, holding her in place.
"Ah, hah, th-that feels so good," Madison panted, a bit of drool leaking from between her lips and dripping onto Shinji's coat.
Shinji captured her lips again, silencing her as he stroked her insides—which was a good thing, because she quickly grew louder the longer he kept at it. Madison had, by now, all but forgotten about his cock in her hands, only absently stroking it once every now and then. And then she let go of his cock and clung onto his coat, pulling herself closer to him as she began to shake and mewl in his lap, her tight teen pussy clenching up around his finger as her eyes crossed. "Nng~!"
Shinji took a few moments to ease her down, then pulled his hand out of Madison's pants. The girl huffed quietly, shaking in the aftershocks where she sat in his lap. "Wow," she breathed. "Just, whoa."
"I hope you don't think we're done."
"Huh?"
Shinji wiped his hand off on her pants, then grabbed the waistband of her pants and panties and pulled them down over the curve of her ass, exposing Madison's ass, pussy, and upper thighs. Getting a hand under her legs, he lifted her up a bit and maneuvered her, turning her around to face out the windshield and easing her back until his cock rested against her dripping pussy.
"Oh fuck," Madison whispered, biting her lip. She shifted her hips back and forth, dragging herself against his length as she moaned.
Lifting her again, Shinji lined himself up and eased Madison down onto him. The girl whined as his cock pressed against her entrance, but that turned into a moan a moment later as he popped past her outer lips and began to sink into her. She gripped the steering wheel tightly as Shinji spread her open, until her round little ass settled in his lap. Madison leaned forward, her forehead resting against the wheel as she whimpered.
"So full~."
Grabbing her hips, Shinji slowly worked her back up and Madison groaned. He pulled her down again, angling his thrust to grind the underside of his cock against the top of her channel—the same place he'd been stroking earlier. She fluttered and clenched around him as she panted, but by the end of the stroke, Madison got the idea and began moving her own hips, slowly rising and falling on Shinji's cock in a nice, even rhythm. With his hands freed up from having to direct her, Shinji reached around Madison's small body and slipped a hand under her sweater again, his other hand going down to where their bodies were joined below the waist. Now he went for her tits, pulling her bra down and rubbing the small mounds, rubbing and flicking at her nipples. Now he attacked her clit, rubbing firmly against the hood over it in slow circles, in time with the movement of their hips.
And as pleasure filled Madison's body, Shinji focused on his power. The girl's mind went blank and fuzzy as she began to come, bouncing in Shinji's lap. As she did, he pushed thoughts towards her. Ideas. That she owed him for saving her from her own fuckup. That if she did what he said, she would get more mind-blowing sex. That Emma and Sophia, and all of her friends, would turn on her in a heartbeat and only Shinji was in her corner—and only as long as Madison obeyed and made herself useful. Emotions. A feeling of fulfillment riding his dick. A need for more. Happiness and contentment that she was being useful and a good girl.
Not that he needed to push very hard on that last one. Now that he was buried inside of her, he could tell what kind of girl Madison was. She was a natural follower. She wanted to be told what to do. Being given directives to follow made her feel secure, certain, and sure of herself. Without someone to guide her, she felt unsure, uncertain, and nervous. It was why she had latched onto Emma and Sophia. Both of them were willing to lead. And Shinji, as an authority figure—a police officer, a handsome older man—telling her what to do, seeing through her bullshit and forcing her to do what he wanted… it flipped Madison's switch harder than anything ever had before.
Eventually, her squeezing cunt milking his cock was more than he could bear and Shinji grabbed Madison's hips. Grinding himself into her deep and hard for those last few thrusts, he let go with a grunt and pumped a thick, hot load of sperm into the teen's willing and eager cunt as Madison cooed, leaning back against his chest and resting her hands on her lower belly, over his cock filling her womb.
As Shinji recovered and post-nut clarity hit, he resisted the urge to groan as he took in exactly what he had done. Madison still joined at the hip with him, squirming happily on his cock as she continued to come, a look in the mirror showing her eyes crossed and a look of absolute sexual bliss on her face. His sperm beginning to leak out of her tight quim. The scent of sex filling his car.
This power was why Shinji avoided long term relationships or sex beyond the occasional one night stand when he needed some relief. It started off fairly simple—allowing him to sense arousal and have an idea of what would turn a woman on. The longer he spent in proximity to a woman, the more he learned about her body and mind—where to touch her and how, how she really wanted to be treated, the best ways to get her off. When he began touching her, everything he did felt good and ramped up over a short period of time, growing stronger with more direct and more explicitly sexual contact—the more aroused she got, the better he could make her feel, becoming a vicious cycle.
When he had sex with a girl, that's when his power went into what he'd consider hentai territory. A woman would have frequent, strong orgasms just from penetration. It could turn off her refractory period and pain response, allowing for a woman to go into a continuous orgasm—which could cascade into a chain of drawn out orgasms that could last for hours after he'd stopped having sex with her.
But that wasn't what made it dangerous. Wasn't why Shinji blocked numbers and ghosted girls after a first time. No, that would be because it was highly addictive on the part of the girl and because while she was in that state, while he was in contact with her, he could see her mental state, sometimes read thoughts and memories, and even push thoughts, sensations, and emotions into a woman—allowing him to brainwash her over time. The effects weren't permanent or large at first. After a single night together, she would get over it within a week or so and go back to normal. But with prolonged or repeated exposure, Shinji had found it was quite permanent and the only way to 'fix' it was to implant more suggestions and thoughts in order to make her act normally, not like him, and actively try to move past it.
Shinji wasn't interested in going to the Birdcage. So after the first time it happened and he realized just how effective the power was, he had taken the time to thoroughly test it before deciding it was simply too dangerous to him personally, so he had done everything he could to avoid accidentally mind-controlling someone else.
That is, until today, when he decided to intentionally mind-control a teenage girl, in order to help move this case along, and potentially secure the future Khepri as an ally.
After a moment of thought, weighing the pros and cons, the potential risks versus the potential rewards, Shinji came to a conclusion. Worth it.
With that thought, he decided to get them moving. They couldn't stay here forever lest someone come out of the shopping center and see them. Moreover, he needed to take Madison home and talk to her parents. Even with Madison's willing testimony, because she was a minor, any defense attorney could and would argue coercion on his part. But if he got her parents involved? If he convinced Madison to spin a story for him, then he could use her as the first domino he needed to topple to set the whole thing falling into place.
Lifting Madison off of him, he moved her over onto the seat and reached into the glove box, pulling out a package of wet wipes—because Shinji was a neat freak about his car, but the realities of the job meant having to eat in the car sometimes, so that was an easy way to keep from making a mess or clean up one if necessary. Cleaning himself up, he tucked himself away and dropped the wet wipes in the still shuddering girl's lap. "Clean yourself up and get dressed."
With that, Shinji got out of the car and took a minute to straighten himself up, fix his hair, tuck his shirt back in, and make sure everything was sitting as it should. Pulling out his smokes, he lit one and coughed the moment he took a drag. Feeling like his lungs were suddenly full, he bent over hacking and coughing, before spitting out a mouthful of foul-tasting brown gunk that smelled like cancer and ass. "What the fuck?"
But as he got his breathing under control, Shinji felt great. Better than he had in a while, in fact. He could breathe, and suddenly it was like realizing he had been slowly asphyxiating this whole time. His head felt clearer, his body lighter, and he kind of tingled all over. Looking at the cigarette still in his hand, he raised an eyebrow as he realized what was different. Amy had done something to the tobacco in them. He had no idea what, but given she was a bio-tinker, he had suspected she might have been turning it into something like marijuana. Oh, how wrong he'd been.
He took another drag, the apple flavored smoke going down smoother than ever, not leaving behind any kind of bitter or nasty aftertaste. This time, he only coughed and hacked up a little, and by the third drag he no longer felt like coughing up part of a lung. The all-over tingle had increased and spread, leaving him feeling both energized and relaxed. He finished it off and flicked the butt away, before climbing into the car. Madison was cleaned up and had straightened her clothes. The girl blushed as she looked at him.
"What now… sir?"
"Now? We're heading back to your house to talk to your parents."