Even with her brutal nature, she wasn't a killer. What to do. She talked it over with her husband and Mary. Her husband was stumped for an answer. Mary said kill them. She didn't want her new-found happiness ruined by some stupid uptight police officials.
Mrs. Pussie was surprised with her daughter's answer. She did not believe that the girl could be so impersonal as to suggest murder!
"What is wrong with you, Mary? We can't kill them. What if we were caught? That would put an end to your new-found happiness," Mrs. Pussie said.
Mary was firm. She wanted them dead.
"No!" her mother insisted.
"Maybe they should just disappear," Mr. Pussie suggested.
Mary agreed. People were disappearing every day. Yes, they would keep them here and the outside world would believe that they had disappeared. They would then let Mr. and Mrs. Julian go because they knew that they wouldn't say anything. Johnny too could be trusted. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes could be trusted. Each had had their sexual fantasies fulfilled and they would be back for more.
Yes, that is what they would do. The very next day the task was accomplished. The others had been given their clothes and were told to return when they wanted some more fun. They all speed that they would be back occasionally.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A few days later Mary approached her mother with another idea concerning the two cops. She wanted to take compromising pictures of both of them and then release them. In this way they would be bound to them. They wouldn't dare go to the authorities for fear of involving themselves. Her mother liked the idea, and besides, she had an ace up her sleeve. She knew they could never begin a court action.
Both women took pictures of the couple in various sado-masochistic positions. They had them whipping each other and smiling throughout the ordeal. They took pictures of them both on the rack and in the pillory. They took pictures of Mike whipping June's ass and cunt. They took pictures of June whipping and sucking Mike's prick. In the end, all of the pictures were extremely indecent.
They would never be able to explain them.
The couple was given a lecture and then turned loose. They had no more contact with Mike and June for several days. Nothing was thought about concerning the couple. Mary and her mother went on with their lives as usual. When word got around, more couples joined their little group orgies. Prominent individuals began to visit the older woman and her daughter. Their reputation spread far and wide. Mother and daughter worked as a team. They would whip customers together. They would work on them sexually together. One would concentrate on the front while the other would take care of the rear. They were happy in their work and their customers left satisfied.
Mike told Mrs. Pussie that he had thought long and hard about it and thought that it was his moral duty to arrest her. Mrs. Pussie laughed at him and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Mary wanted to know.
Mrs. Pussie told Mary the story. Mary too laughed. The two women hugged one another. Mary looked into her mother's eyes. "You haven't sexed me in a long time," Mary told her.
"I know, my darling," her mother answered, and pressed her lips to Mary's.
Mike had thought about it for a long time. He had finally decided that he couldn't let Mrs. Pussie get away with her blackmail scheme. No matter how embarrassing it would be to him, he had decided to expose her. He had talked it over with June. She was against it. She wanted him to forget it. She reminded him that at times he had enjoyed the experience. He was loathe to admit it, but there were times when he had liked what they had forced him to do. But it was the principle of the thing. She couldn't get away with what she was doing to him. Suppose she decided to use those pictures anyway? What defense did he have? He had to protect himself.
Before he prosecuted, he decided to see if he could scare the pictures from her. He went to her house to discuss the matter.
Mrs. Pussie led him into the living room and they began to talk. He told her what he had in mind and that she should take the easy way out. Mrs. Pussie laughed at him. She told him that he was a natural masochist and that he loved the things she did to him. She dared him to prove otherwise.
"How?" he wanted to know.
"Ask me to whip you now," she answered.
"You're crazy, you know that, really crazy."
"Try it, you'll like it," she smiled, "Bullshit!" Mike spat at her.
"You mean you don't have the guts to test your theory?"
"Look," he said. "I came for the pictures, that's all."
"If you submit to a whipping I'll be glad to give you the pictures."
"Really?"
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"How do I know you will?"
"You have a point, there," he said.
"Will you submit?" she wanted to know.
After some time, he assured her that he would submit to a whipping, if she collected all of the pictures and brought them to him. She picked up the large yellow envelope from the table.
"For every piece of clothing you take off I will give you a picture," she told him.
"Okay."
Mike quickly took off his shirt. Mrs. Pussie reached into the envelope and took out a picture and handed it to bin. Mike looked at it. The picture showed him whipping June on the ass. He took off his undershirt. This wasn't a bad way of getting them back, he had to admit. Even now he felt the blood surging to his groin and his cock was swelling. This bitch sure had the power to excite him.
When his torso was bare, she handed him another picture. This one showed June whipping his ass. That one was really embarrassing and would be hard to explain to his fellow cops.
Mike sat down and look off his shoes and received two more pictures. These showed his dick in a state of erection while he was being tortured by June. They would have been really damaging. The erection could mean only one thing – he enjoyed the torture!
Next came his socks and two more pictures.
"With the trousers you get two pictures," Mrs. Pussie told him.
Mike could not get over how helpful the woman was.
Now he was left with only his underwear and there were several more pictures.
"You get three for your undies," Mrs. Pussie said.
The man stepped out of his drawers. Mrs. Pussie saw his semi-erection and she laughed inwardly.
"What about the other pictures?" he wanted to know.
"There are twenty of them. You will get one for each lash," she assured him.
Mike agreed.
The woman had the man bend over the arm of the sofa. His ass was presented to her. She smiled at how ridiculous and weak he looked. He was like a small child.
"Part your legs," she ordered.
The man opened his thighs. Now she could see his cock, which was lodged between his body and the arm of the sofa. It hung down between his legs but it was erect. The man waited for his first lash.
"Spread your cheeks and let me see that filthy brown hole of yours," Mrs. Pussie told him.
Mike's hands flew back to his rear and parted his cheeks. "Is this necessary?" he wanted to know.
"Shut up or I'll stick something into that nasty hole," she warned him.
While the man concentrated on holding his ass cheeks apart, Mrs. Pussie gathered up the pictures she had just given him. She very quietly took his handcuffs from his pants and in a swift motion cuffed his hands together behind his back.
"What the hell?" he shouted. "You promised," he whined. "Let me go, please?"
Mrs. Pussie laughed at the helpless policeman. She lashed him across the buttocks cruelly.
"OUCH!" the man screwed.
"Big bad policeman," Mrs. Pussie spat. "You're nothing but a stinking masochist!"