Mr. Saturday Night Special

07

Commissioned by aleithophile.

Shinji grabbed her wrist as Emma resisted, kicking and flailing, and slapped the cuff on. "Keep going and we're going to add resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer to the list of charges. And when I get you down to the station, I'm going to throw you into a cell full of very aggressive women. Do you understand me?"

Emma went limp and Shinji flipped her around and pushed her into the bed as Madison let go, before jerking her other arm behind her back and slapping the cuff on. With that done, he picked her up and started frog marching her for the door. Emma whimpered, dragging her feet and trying to stop. "W-wait, wait! I can't, I can't go to jail! I want my daddy—"

"Daddy can come down to the station and pick you up," Shinji growled. "We're not legally obligated to report your presence for seventy-two hours. After which time, your father can come make bail for you."

"No! No, no, no, no, no," Emma shook her head, starting to thrash in Shinji's hold. "Don't, don't take me to jail!"

Shinji paused. "And why wouldn't I do that, huh? We have you dead to rights."

Emma shook her head. "No! You don't have anything! I haven't done anything!"

Madison snorted. "Give it up, Emma. I've already given them what they need. They've seen all of our conversations. The texts, emails. They know."

Emma turned and glared at Madison. "You little bitch! My daddy will sue your family into the poor house—!"

Madison stepped up and slapped Emma across the face, silencing her. "Man, that felt good," the brunette sighed, a smile on her face. Taking a breath, she leered at Emma. "You are so fucked and you don't even realize it. Your life is over, Emma. You think your daddy is going to save you from this? There's no way. There's too much evidence against you. He might get you out on bail for a while, but you'll be going right back when this goes to court. Straight to juvie. Actually, you're seventeen, you might even be tried as an adult and wind up in a real prison. Don't drop the soap~!"

Emma went stiff in Shinji's grip as Madison talked and he felt her begin to tremble with every word that left the brunette's mouth. Shinji remained quiet and let Madison talk. Emma may have been the brains of their little outfit, the one with all the social clout, but Madison was the one with an actual frightening level of understanding of psychology, of where to strike to hurt someone the worst. Emma understood Taylor, and it's what let her hurt her former best friend so deeply. Madison understood people, and it was why she was so effective at spreading little rumors that chipped away at someone's reputation—and where she came up with ideas like the video for Taylor. And now, with nothing holding her back, no threat of Emma turning on her hanging over her head, Madison was free to retaliate.

"Taylor's dad is going to sue your dad into the ground. He'll be too busy covering his own ass, he won't be able to save you. Actually, he'll probably just throw you under the bus to save himself. You think he's going to sacrifice his career for you? Hell no. You'll be a black mark that will never wash off, but better that than lose his wife, your sister, his house, and everything else. Face it, you're going to jail."

"Shut up! Shut up, shut—ah!"

Madison smacked her again. "You shut up! I'm done being your stooge! I'm not letting you and Sophia drag me down with you when you go to jail, because you went fucking crazy! I gave them everything, Emma. Now, they're going to take your phone and your computer, pull off all the information, and see just how fucking awful you are. You need help. Luckily, you'll have plenty of time to get it, in jail. Your daddy might try to argue that you were temporarily insane or something, but then you'll have to choose between going to real jail or crazy jail, where they'll keep you doped to the gills.

"And when you do eventually get out, or somehow, by some miracle manage to avoid going to jail? You're still fucked. This is going on your permanent record. Everyone will know what you've done, Emma. Everyone at school is going to turn on you. You think what they did to Taylor was bad? Taylor didn't get arrested. You'll be a laughingstock. Your social life is over. If you try to change schools, I'll find out where you're going and make sure everyone knows what you did. Spreading rumors is kind of my thing now, thanks to you. If you try to go to college and they actually look past your record, I'll just do the same thing there. You'll never escape it. Your modeling career? Yeah, that's over too. No company is going to want to work with someone who did what you did. You'll never get a job, and if you do, I'll make sure they know what they're getting. Forget finding a rich husband to take care of you either, because I'll make sure he knows what you did. Face it, your entire life is over, not just your social life."

Turning to Shinji, she asked, "I helped, just like I said I would. I turned in Emma, confessed, and got you what you needed. Is that enough to keep me out of jail, detective?"

"I think it should be. I'll talk to my friend in the DA's office and have him put in a good word, Ms. Clements," Shinji nodded. With that, he began pushing Emma towards the door again. "Alright, let's get you down to the car.

Emma suddenly jerked in Shinji's grip. "Wait! Wait, she, she agreed to work with you! I, I can do that!"

Madison snorted. "She's lying."

"I'm not! I'll, I'll turn myself in! I'll cooperate. I won't go to jail if I cooperate like Madison, right?!" Emma asked, sounding panicked now.

Shinji paused, before pulling her back towards the bed. Sitting her down on the edge of the bed, Shinji grabbed Madison's desk chair and moved it over to sit in front of her. Leaning forward, he stared into the girl's pretty green eyes. "That depends. What do you have to offer me that I don't already have from Madison, or can't get elsewhere?"

Biting her lower lip, Emma thought about it for a moment before her face lit up. "Sophia! She's definitely worth more than me, right?!"

Shinji shrugged. "Not really. You're the instigator in all of this. The mastermind—"

"No! She made me do it! She's the one who told me that I needed to, to destroy my old life so I could move forward and be strong, and make a new life for myself! And part of that was getting rid of Taylor!"

"Uh huh, sure," Shinji nodded, laying the sarcasm on thick. "I'm sure a jury's going to love that. 'It wasn't me, your honor. I'm not responsible for my actions. Someone else convinced me to do it.' If that's all you've got—"

"Wait, wait, wait! You, you don't understand! Sophia is…" Emma hesitated.

"Probably going to get off with probation," Shinji shrugged. "She was just following your plans, after all."

"She's a Ward! Sophia is Shadow Stalker!" Emma confessed, starting to hyperventilate. "She's the one who was always breaking into Taylor's locker and stealing her things! She's the one who put the trash and stuff in the locker and shoved Taylor in!"

"This isn't just about the locker," Shinji shook his head. "And trying her as a parahuman doesn't help me. In fact, it kind of fucks my case, because it would make it a PRT problem, not a BBPD problem. Jurisdiction is a bitch. This is exactly the opposite of helpful."

"She tried to shove Taylor down the stairs! She wanted to have the football team chase Taylor down, tie her up, and lock her in a dumpster overnight then open it up in the morning when everyone came to school!"

Shinji hummed quietly, leaning back in the chair and studying Emma intently. "And you'll testify to this? Give a sworn, signed statement and testify in court?"

"Yes! Please! Just, just don't send me to jail! I don't want my life ruined!" Emma pleaded, tears streaking her makeup as she cried.

Turning to Madison, he asked, "You know her best. What do you think?"

"She's faking," Madison deadpanned.

"What?! I'm not! I'll do it! I really will!"

Madison scoffed. "Bullshit. First chance you get, you'll run home to your lawyer daddy, tell him what you did, and try to get the evidence destroyed or something."

"I won't!" Emma shook her head, looking to Shinji. "Please, you have to trust me!"

Shinji sent her a very flat look. "Yeah, no. That didn't work out so well for the last person who trusted you. Your word is worth less than garbage to me. Well, guess it's down to the station."

"Wait, no! Let me prove it! I'll do anything! Please!" Emma pleaded as Shinji stood up.

The detective paused and Madison leered. "Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Somehow, I doubt that," Shinji shook his head.

"I will!" Emma promised, going wide-eyed. "Just give me a chance!"

Madison hummed, sharing a look with Shinji, before nodding. "Alright. Then you can prove it the same way I did."

Emma nodded quickly. "Whatever she did, I can do too!"

"Doubtful," Madison scoffed. Pushing herself up off the bed, she made her way over to where Shinji sat. Falling to her knees, she reached up and began undoing his belt.

The redhead on the bed blinked, looking confused. "What… what are you doing?"

"What's it look like, you dumb bitch? All your development must have gone to those udders instead of your brain," Madison rolled her eyes, getting Shinji's slacks open and fishing his cock out. Finding it at half mast, she began kissing and licking him, gently cupping and kneading his balls. Emma stared as Madison took Shinji's cock into her mouth and started sucking him off, slobbering on his knob as she began bobbing her head.

When he was hard and ready to go, she pulled back with a wet pop and stood up. Looking to Emma, the brunette grinned. "Here's your get out of jail card, Emma. It's not free, you're gonna have to earn it. Come get it."

Biting her lower lip, Emma looked to Shinji for some sign one way or another, but the man just looked bored. Like he was not at all invested in this and would just as soon take her to jail. Shaking her head, she muttered, "You have to be joking…"

Madison grabbed the handcuff chain and pulled, pulling Emma off the bed and onto her knees, making her slide across the floor to be directly in front of Shinji. Emma pulled back and Madison grabbed a fist full of Emma's long, red hair, wrapping it around her hand as she used it to direct the larger girl. "I'm not joking, Emma. This is your one chance. Open up those pretty lips and suck his fat cock, or you're going to jail. It's that simple."

Staring up at Shinji with wide, watery green eyes, Emma's pouty pink lips opened and her tongue lolled out. Shinji stood up and waited, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Slowly, Emma leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth. Madison used her grip on Emma's hair to start directing her how to move as Emma's lips sealed around Shinji's cock and she started sucking at him.

"Use your tongue. And work up some spit in there," Madison instructed, pulling Emma's head up and down Shinji's shaft.

"Mm," Emma murmured, and Shinji felt her mouth get wetter, her tongue starting to roll around his cock as she started sucking in earnest—making sloppy, wet noises as she slobbered all over him and her drool leaked from the corners of her mouth to dot her blouse.

Shinji's power fed him information as he pressed on the girl with it, pushed thoughts and feelings into her mind to ensure she enjoyed it and wouldn't turn against him or go running to her daddy. She thought the situation had turned kind of hot and the danger turned her on, but there was another component to it—something more, specifically about Shinji, that made her feel both deep arousal and shame.

Feeling himself getting close, Shinji met Madison's eyes and the girl nodded, before pushing Emma down harder, further, making her gag and choke before pulling back. "Gluck!"

"He's going to come. Swallow it all," the brunette warned, then forced Emma down and held her there.

Shinji groaned as he let go and the redhead's lips sealed around him tightly, sucking and swallowing as she stared up at him with red, teary green eyes while Madison grinned behind her former 'friend.' Laying his hand on Emma's head, Shinji petted her. "Good girl."

A thrill ran through the redhead at that and Shinji chased it down with his power, feeding it, and finding the thought behind it. Emma was very much a daddy's girl. So, Shinji began pushing thoughts into her head, making comparisons to her father. Pointing out how fit he looked, compared to her own father's soggy midsection. How, while her father was a pushover, Shinji was obviously a bad boy—not just that, but a police officer, someone in a position of authority over her. How her life and future depended on pleasing him, not her father. How her father couldn't help her, only Shinji could. On how naughty she felt sucking him off, and how angry her father would be if he found out.

Shinji felt it as multiple switches flipped at once in the redhead's mind and her arousal grew almost explosively. Her slightly fearful, hesitant, and hopeful look up at him turned lustful, eager, even devoted. Madison eased her off of Shinji's cock and she coughed quietly, before swallowing down the last of his come. Opening her mouth, she let her tongue loll out and showed him that her mouth was empty. The redhead's tear streaked face pinked in a blush as she asked, "Did I do good… daddy?"

"I've had better," Shinji shrugged, and Emma flinched. He felt the blow to her ego at those words with his power, both how hurt she was by them, and how it actually aroused her to be degraded and taken to task. "Madison has gotten pretty good at it. Maybe you should ask her for pointers."

"Y-yes, sir," Emma nodded. "So, did I earn that 'get out of jail' card?"

Madison pulled on Emma's hair, earning a yelp from the redhead. "You thought you were done? We're just getting started. Get up," she demanded, using her grip on Emma's hair to force the redhead to her feet, before leading her over to the bed. Shoving her down face first, Madison reached down and undid Emma's pants, before pulling them down around her ankles. Grabbing Emma's shirt, she pulled it up and off of her torso, leaving it bunched up around her wrists with the handcuffs, before undoing the redhead's front-clasp bra and letting her tits out.

"Tell him you want it," Madison demanded, smacking one of Emma's pale ass cheeks.

The redhead yelped, jumping as her blush spread down her neck. "I, I want it! Please, um… please f-fuck me."

Laying one hand on the redhead's creamy pale ass, Shinji gave it a squeeze, finding it soft with the perfect muscle tone beneath it for Emma's build. Her cunt, shaved completely bare, was swollen and visibly leaking, her fat outer lips glistening in the light of the room. Taking his cock in hand, Shinji pressed it into the redhead's lips, brushing the head up and down her slit to smear some of her copious moisture on it, before pressing against her entrance and pushing forward.

"Ee!" Emma yelped as Shinji split her open, the redhead's tight, hot, wet cunt parting before his member until he bottomed out, the head of his cock hitting her cervix and making the redhead's hips jerk and her pussy clench around him in response. Shinji let out a quiet sigh as he enjoyed the feeling of the redhead's sex around him, quivering and squeezing around his cock.

An evil grin pulled at Madison's lips and she hopped up from the bed, stripping down quickly as she made her way across her room to where she had a vanity with her makeup, a mirror, and other things. Picking up a large, square, flat hair brush Madison made her way back to the bed, dropping down to her knees at Shinji's side. "Sir," she began, drawing his attention. "I don't think it'd be right if Emma just got off Scott free, after what she did to Taylor."

"It does seem unfair," Shinji hummed, squeezing and rubbing the redhead's ass as Emma moaned quietly into the bed and pushed her ass back into him just a bit. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I just think that you should give her a gift," Madison leered at the redhead. "Something her father," Madison emphasized the word, "never gave her."

Emma clenched around Shinji at the words, letting out another quiet moan. "What's that?" Shinji asked, playing along.

"Discipline," Madison supplied, offering the hair brush. "Her father's a pushover. He's never told her no. Always gives her what she wants. She doesn't know what it's like to have a real daddy. Someone who will take care of her. Who will correct her when she's wrong."

Emma turned her head to look back at Shinji and Madison, staring at them with wide, round eyes. Upon catching sight of the hairbrush, Shinji felt her clench around him even as she tried to pull away. "N-no, you can't," the girl shook her head.

Taking the brush, Shinji laid the back of it out against Emma's deliciously round ass. "I can, and I am." The girl beneath him flinched at his words and tone. "You've been a shit, Emma. So, you've got two choices. The first is that you can come see me every day and get your daily dose of correction, until I feel you've gotten better and you no longer need it. The second, I can turn you in and let the legal system handle you. Ruin your life, your reputation, everything. Make your choice now."

Closing her eyes, Emma took a breath and turned away, burying her face in the blanket as Madison climbed back onto the bed, moving around in front of Emma. Emma answered with a quiet, muffled, "You."

Shinji pulled back the brush and smacked her cheek, making the redhead yelp and jerk. Reaching out, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head out of the blanket. "What was that?"

"You," she hesitated a moment, meeting Madison's eyes as the brunette grinned. "Daddy."

"Alright then," Shinji nodded. "Madison, how long did this whole thing go on?"

"A year and a half now," the brunette supplied.

Shinji whistled. "That's a lot to make up for. What do you think? Twenty licks a day, every day? We'll need to look up the exact dates to make sure we're not going over or under."

"Mm! That sounds good, sir," Madison nodded, while Emma flinched.

"How does that sound, Emma? You get a spanking every day for as long as you bullied Taylor, then we revisit things and see where you stand. Or I hand you off to—"

"I'll do it!" Emma wailed. "Please!"

"Okay," Shinji agreed. "Start counting." Lifting the brush, Shinji brought it down in a solid smack! on Emma's ass that echoed off the walls.

"Ah!" the girl yelped, instinctively trying to get away, only for Shinji to reel her back in with her hair. "One," she whimpered.

"One what?" Shinji gave her hair a tug.

"One, sir," the redhead corrected herself. Shinji lifted the brush and gave her another, drawing another yelp from Emma. "Two, sir."

And so it went, as Shinji worked first one cheek, then the other, switching back and forth between them every five licks. As he did, he pushed more thoughts and feelings into her head. That she deserved this. That she wanted it—needed it, even. Once more, he put the comparison in her head between himself and her father—that her father wasn't enough of a man to give her the correction she needed when she was bad, but Shinji would, and that she should be grateful for it.

By the fifth smack, Emma was openly crying. By the twelfth, she was blubbering and every smack after that earned a wail that Shinji pushed her face into the blankets to muffle. Eventually, he finished and tossed the brush to Madison, who went to put it away while Shinji gave Emma a few moments to recover as she shook and shivered. Reaching up, he rubbed her back. "There now, that's better. It's over now. You did good, Emma," he soothed her, leaning heavily on the thought that she wanted to be a good girl and this was how she would earn it.

Sniffling, Emma picked her head up out of the blanket, turning to look at Shinji with her blotchy, messy face. "Thank you, daddy."

And she meant that, Shinji knew beyond a doubt. Emma was a changed girl. He could hear it in her voice, but more importantly, his power could sense it. She had completely folded. All resistance gone.

Madison returned with a damp wash cloth and climbed back onto the bed, where she began to wash off the redhead's face. Seeing that Madison was going above and beyond in her self-appointed role as Shinji's helper, trying to prove she was worth keeping around after all this was over, Shinji decided to throw her a bone. "Thank you, Madison. Get the key, would you?"

The brunette sent him a smile and quickly hopped up, getting the handcuff key from his pants and undoing Emma's cuffs, before quickly returning to her work. After a few minutes of Madison wiping her face, Shinji felt Emma's hips shift and her arousal growing again as she suddenly remembered he was still impaled inside her and had never left. She began to slowly roll her hips back and forth, working her pussy on Shinji's shaft, her grippy inner lips clinging to him tightly when she pulled away.

Smirking down at the redhead, Madison tossed the wash cloth aside. "Good enough," she declared. Grabbing Emma by the hair, she pulled the redhead down into her crotch. "Eat it, bitch."

Instead of protesting, Emma eagerly began lapping at Madison's wet slit, slurping audibly as she sucked, licked, and kissed the brunette. Madison hissed as she clung tightly to Emma's head. "She's pretty good at that. Got some experience munching Sophia's rug?"

Shinji mostly ignored Madison's verbal bullying of Emma as he pulled back and settled into a nice, even pace plowing the redhead's tight cunt. Her once pale ass, now a bright red, bounced as he grabbed her hips, squeezing tightly as he took her with long, forceful thrusts. She began to flutter and squeeze around him as Shinji leaned on his power harder, trying to do the very thing he had fought so hard not to do for years. He felt it truly start as Emma came around him, wailing into Madison's cunt—growing hotter and wetter as her body responded. Felt his power sinking deeper into her, his mind pressing deeper into her own, as she slowly opened to him, giving him more and more access to her thoughts, feelings, even glimpses of memories.

Shinji used his grip on the redhead to roll her over onto her back, exposing her large, pale titties to his sight, capped in bright pink nipples. They bounced on her chest with every thrust, and the girl reached up and squeezed them, pinching and pulling at her own nipples as she moaned. Madison rearranged herself, straddling Emma's head and sitting on her face. The brunette leaned in to kiss him and, knowing she knew his preferences by now and what would happen if she forgot, Shinji leaned in and met her lips with his own, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting a hint of mouthwash from when she'd gone to get the wash cloth earlier.

Breaking the kiss, Madison latched onto Shinji in a hug as she rode Emma's face, kissing his neck, shoulders and chest. As she did, she quietly encouraged him. "That's it, fuck her stupid, Shinji."

"Nnf, make her scream for you."

"I want to see you Master this dumb bitch."

Shinji let the brunette's babbling wash over him as he fucked Emma into and through another orgasm, pushing on her harder with his power each time she hit her peak and came around him. She came faster and harder each time, until eventually, Emma was coming nonstop, squirting around his cock as she wailed and Madison rolled off of her and slapped a hand over Emma's mouth to shut her up. That's when he finally felt it click in her mind, when the effect of his power on her became permanent.

Shinji groaned as he filled the redhead's thirsty cunt up, pouring what felt like a gallon of sperm into her as her pussy squeezed and milked every drop out of him. Finally, Emma collapsed into a panting, shaking, sweating, drooling mess on the bed. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she quietly moaned as she lay there.

Madison sighed and rolled her eyes. "Finally! You kept her coming so much she never managed to get me off!"

Rolling onto her back, Madison spread her legs and pulled them up nearly behind her head. "So… you want me like this, or something else?"

Dropping onto the bed, Shinji made himself comfortable and patted his lap. "Up here."

"Yes, sir!" Madison nodded, rolling over and quickly straddling him. Taking his cock in hand, she gave it a few pumps before sliding down on it with a pleased sigh. "Ooh, that's good~. Mmf." Reaching out, she splayed her hands over Shinji's chest and smiled down on him as she began rolling her hips. "I'll just ride you like this until she recovers and you can get her statement and everything."

"Sounds good," Shinji agreed, running his hands over her thighs, up her hips, to her perky little titties and back down as he took in Madison's smaller body. She wasn't as developed as Emma, let alone Crystal, but he was sure Madison would come into her own one day. She was small, and with a bit of toning and development, she'd look mouthwatering.

Actually… "Want to do something for me?"

"You, mm, name it," Madison sighed, her eyes half lidded as she bit her lip.

Shinji gave the little bit of fat on her already trim belly a pinch. "Start working out. You're not fat, but some muscle would make you look better."

"Alright," she agreed without a word of complaint.

With that, Shinji laid back and settled in to enjoy having a nubile, cute, eager young woman happily working herself on his cock.

"That's good. Like that," Shinji nodded, catching Taylor's hands as she threw punch after punch. "Mix it up. Throw in a kick. Remember, aim for—" He shifted his thigh and blocked a kick to the groin. "Good!"

Taylor panted as she continued trying to punch Shinji somewhere, anywhere other than his hands. "How can you say it's good when I haven't even hit you?"

"Because I've got years of experience fighting hand to hand. Years of training and you've only got a couple of weeks. I've got a longer reach, I'm faster, and I'm stronger. You're not going to hit me. That's not the point of this. The point is to get you used to throwing attacks at people and to make sure you're putting actual force into those attacks. To make sure you're doing it right and won't hurt yourself, or overextend, put yourself off balance, or any one of a hundred other mistakes you could make. And so far, you're doing good. You're accurate. As fast and as strong as can be expected. You're not pulling your blows. And you haven't given up."

Taylor grunted in frustration, but nodded her head in acknowledgment and kept up the exercise. Eventually, Shinji asked, "Crystal said she came by?"

"Mm."

"Did you have fun?"

Taylor considered for a moment before nodding, while throwing in another kick towards his crotch, which Shinji again blocked. "It was… nice. It was just the two of us. We went out and she bought me some things. I told her she didn't have to, but…"

"But she just did it anyway?" Shinji asked, and Taylor nodded. "Congrats, you've met Crystal. When she wants something, she goes for it. If she wants to do something, she does. Sometimes, that means you're just along for the ride."

Taylor snorted a quiet laugh. "I noticed."

"She means well and she's a good person, but she can be a bit much sometimes." Grabbing Taylor's wrist, Shinji pulled her into a standing grapple, holding her by the collar. Taylor tried to free herself by knocking his arms off, but he held on.

Making a frustrated noise, she asked, "How do I break it?"

"Here, grab me the same way," he instructed, and she quickly did. "You've got a few options. Grab the thumb and pull back. Hit the wrist right here behind the thumb. Or," Shinji grabbed her by the shoulders, turned, steeped in behind her, and lightly tossed her to the ground and came down on her chest. "It's just an extension of what we were practicing the other day."

"Oh," Taylor murmured.

After a moment, he let her up and grabbed their water bottles. Handing hers over, he took a sip from his own as he sat beside her. Sipping at her water, Taylor studied him for a moment before admitting, "I was kind of lost."

"Hm?"

"With Crystal, I mean. I didn't know what to talk about. I haven't actually just talked with another girl for a while. I don't really know anything about makeup or clothes. What's on tv. Who's popular or whatever on the radio. I don't know anything about boys. I've never even kissed one." Blowing out an irritated breath, Taylor grumbled, "I felt completely out of my depth. But I can't even be mad at her for it. It's not her fault, and she really did everything she could to make me feel comfortable."

"Mm," Shinji hummed. "Then I suppose the most important two questions are: did you have fun, and do you want to do it again?"

Taylor tilted her head back and forth as she thought about it. After a few moments, she smiled. "Yeah."

Reaching out, Shinji laid a hand on her thigh and gave her a squeeze. "Good."

The girl blushed, hiding her smile behind her bottle of water.