by doormat
Daniel Crutchfield was a private detective, who had a reputation for finding anyone, anywhere. He was well respected and a straight shooter. He was doggedly persistent and would go to any lengths to solve a case.
His six-foot three, two hundred twenty pound frame sat back in his chair in his office which was located not far from the county courthouse.
The present case has baffled him. Where was Janice Allen? A looker named Diane Woodward strolled into his office three weeks ago. Her long, straight brown hair rested on her shoulders as she sat in his leather chair across from him that morning. Her short black shirt rode high up her thigh as she crossed her legs and poured her heart out about wanting to find her best friend, Janice. Dan took notes, writing down everything the pretty brunette said.
When Diane left, he hoped she hadn’t caught a glimpse of his hard-on when he rose to shake her hand. It had been a real pleasure talking to this lady and he certainly wanted to do everything possible so he could locate Janice.
He visited the apartment building where she lived, talked to the tenant manager, interviewed some neighbors and even engaged some of the apartment workers who might have known her. All of them said how nice Janice was, but she generally kept to herself and never bothered anyone.
Dan also visited the dance club where she worked as a nude dancer. The bartender, her coworkers and the manager all vouched for Janice’s punctuality, work ethic and reliability. They all expressed surprise as to why she just up and vanished.
Dan checked with the airlines, the train, and the bus company. No one by that name had bought a ticket out of town. She hadn’t driven her car, because it was sitting in it’s reserved spot in the apartment parking lot. For sure, he checked all the rental car companies.
No such luck. Where the hell did this lady disappear to?
He began to fear the worst.
Why would anyone want to do away with someone who looked like she did. Dan looked at her picture which Diane supplied. Her curly short red hair made her look pixie-like. She had a sweet smile and luscious dimples. But where was she?
The phone rang in Dan’s office. He frowned into the phone when he heard an obviously disguised female voice speak. “If you want to find Janice Allen,” the raspy voice said, “come to 5515 Decatur St tonight at 9PM. Come alone!” click.
Immediately the private detective reached for his map book. He found Decatur Street. Maybe this was the break her was looking for.
Later that night, Dan drove his black Pontiac down the said street and began looking for numbers. When he spotted the right one, he parked in front of a two story brick Cape Cod house. Exiting his vehicle he ambled up the steps of the stoop and knocked on the door. When nobody answered immediately he looked at the number on the front of the house to make sure he was in the right place. Yep, he was. He knocked again. This time, he heard rustling on the other side of the door. Maybe they were upstairs or something and didn’t hear his first knock, he mused.
Since the door didn’t have a window he didn’t know who it was opening the door, but when the door swung wide from the right, a middle aged lady greeted him.
“High, I’m Dan Crutchfield.”
“Oh yes come right in,” she said pleasantly. The lady took a step backward to allow him to enter. Dan was so anxious about finding Janice Allen that he crossed the thresh hold hurriedly and smiled at the woman. He then caught a glimpse of someone standing immediately to his right. He looked. It was Diane Woodward! He frowned. Why was she here, he thought? “Hello Dan,” she said sweetly. Then he heard movement behind him, the door began to close and that’s when the lights went out.
“He’s starting to come to,” a female voice hollered as Dan stirred. The back of his head hurt. There was a soft spot where someone had conked him. He blinked his eyes open, catching a glimmer of a female face looking down at him. He tried to shake his head to try to focus his eyeballs, but winced when he irritated the soft spot. He looked up. He knew that face. He’d seen that face. His faculties were beginning to return.
“Janice?” he mouthed.
“Yeah Danny boy, I hear you’ve been looking for me.”
“But how…?”
“How did I get here? I moved in with that sweet lady who greeted you at the door Danny.”
“Why?” He asked with a wince.
That’s when Diane came into view.
At that point Dan, the private detective had just discovered that he was naked and spreadeagled on the floor. “Hey, what the fuck is going on here!?” He yanked on his bonds.
“Such language Danny,” Diane said sarcastically. “You see Danny, this was all a game Janice and I thought up just so we could make you our slave boy Danny. Isn’t that funny Danny?” Diane and Janice laughed uproarously.
“What the hell are you two talking about. Get me the fuck out of this now!”
“Fraid not Danny. You lose! Hahahaha,” Diane cackled.
“And besides you did such a lousy job finding me, Diane doesn’t have to pay your fee Danny. Hahahaha,” Janice added with a derisive laugh.
“And now Danny, I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished,” Diane sneered.”
“NO! You crazy fucking broads!”
“I’m tired of you cursing at us Danny!” Janice snarled as she reached between his splayed legs and wrapped her hand around his balls.
He hollered and grimced as she increased the pressure on both of his balls. “No more cursing Danny!” she said with a final squeeze. Dan didn’t say another word when she let his nuts free.
“Now Danny,” Diane continued. “You failed miserably for what I hired you to do and you will pay dearly for your fuck-up!”
Dan knew better than to say anything. He just laid there sweating even though he was utterly naked. Off a table, Diane picked up a bag of wooden clothes pins. She pinched one open and sat on Dan’s chest. She pointed the open clothespin toward a nipple. When she attached it, he yelped and squirmed around on the floor. But for his trouble, the brunette attached another one to his other nipple. Diane got up and along with Janice took pleasure watching him yelp and squirm.
“But we’ve only started Danny boy,” Janice cooed. The red head took a clothespin, squeezed it open and attached it to the small flesh around Danny’s cock head. She fit two more around the rim and he yelped even louder. Afraid of attracting neighbors or the police, they stuffed his mouth with his discarded undershorts. Then Diane put one right on the head of Danny’s cock. They fit four along the folds of his shaft.
“Gee this is fun Diane,” Janice giggled and kissed the other woman right on her lips.
“MMMMMMM….Diane cooed. “You know how I love your lips baby.”
“Okay, well here’s another one,” Janice smiled and kissed Diane even harder while moving a hand to her breast.
“You better stop that or I’ll have to eat your pussy right now,” Diane said wantonly. Janice looked into Diane’s eyes.
“Well fuck this asshole,” she declared as she pulled off her jeans and panties, sat in a chair and spread her legs. The two ladies forgot all about poor Dan and Diane knelt in front of the other lady’s pussy.
“Go to it!” Janice pleaded. Soon, Diane’s face was plunged deep between Janice’s wide legs, sucking and slurping, driving the red head soaring with passion. Janice’s breathing quickened as Diane licked her clit. Janice held onto the kneeling woman’s head and pressed her own pussy forward. Soon, Janice shrieked. She came like thunder, undulating her pelvis.
It took a few minutes for her to regain her composure, then she smiled at Diane. “Aren’t you glad you found me?” She asked derisively knowing Dan could hear. “This asshole, the big bad private detective couldn’t!”
“Yeah what a poor excuse for a detective!” Diane agreed, she said as she walked over and kicked Dan square in the balls. A loud groan could be heard through the gag as he tried to evade anymore painful kicks.
“Yeah, what a dick!” Janice added as she joined in Dan’s ball kicking. He cried out and pleaded for them to stop.
“Haha, we’ve got out own private dick!” Diane guffawed as she gave him another kick in the testicles.
“And look, the dick has lost his hard-on,” Janice needled. “He’s such a poor excuse for a private dick, but now he’s got a shrimp dick.”
They both laughed heartily.
“Honestly would you want this scrawny thing up your cunt?” Janice asked with a sarcastic laugh. “Look at this puny thing,” she said as she held up Dan’s flaccid male member. “Come on Danny boy, get this dick hard. Maybe we could make use out of it.”
“Do you mean you’d let him fuck you?” Diane asked with a frown.
“Well you know baby, I will always want you over any man,” Janice said as she looked right into her friends eyes. “But if a man has a healthy looking dick he might give me some pleasure with it, so yeah I might let this prick fuck me Diane, only for my pleasure though.”
“Okay Jan, I understand. Let’s see if there’s any life in here,” Diane commented while gently stroking Dan’s cock. Slowly but sure, it began to rise.
“Well, what do you know Jan, look at it grow in my hand.” Janice said with a leer. “Good boy Danny. Let me get the measuring tape,” said the red head. “Aha, seven inches, not bad Danny.”
“But, since I don’t let any man fuck me ever, your dick is really useless to me!” Diane sneered.
“Yeah, maybe we should cut it off,” suggested Janice. “What about his balls? Perhaps we should cut them off too, since they’d be useless without a dick.”
Surely, these ladies had to be kidding, Dan thought as he listened to this banter, which he couldn’t interrupt since he was gagged. His mind turned to real fear when he saw Janice with the kitchen knife. “NOOOOO!!!” he hollered into the cloth. Janice held his hard dick up and pressed the shiny blade against his shaft. Real tears formed in Dan’s eyes. “What’s the matter, Danny boy. We’re just eliminating a useless appendage!” Diane announced. He shook his head violently as tears dripped down his face. The brunette holding the menacing blade looked daggers at Danny. “You’re a totally useless private detective and your dick is of no use to us!” Desperately, Dan began pleading for her not to sever his cock and balls.
“What a pathetic excuse of a man you are little man!” Janice sneered. Then she kicked him square in the balls again. He writhed on the floor as Diane put the knife away.
“Alright you piece of shit, we’ll let you keep your cock and balls for now. But your still going to be our slave boy!” Diane snarled with a wrinkled nose. Dan was relieved by the former statement but not the latter. “Be grateful asshole that we let you keep your useless privates,” Janice said as she pressed her spiked heel into his ball sack which caused him to grimace and groan.
Then they tied a rope to his balls and forced him to his knees with his wrists bound behind him and forced him to eat both of their pussies.
Once both ladies were satisfied they forced him to lie face down on the rug where they proceeded to hog tie the private detective. They then dragged him into a large walk in closet and left him there, bound, gagged and blindfolded.
They’d torment their new slave some more later.