Photographic Evidence

"Oh man, that is nice..." Harvey Cosack said as Grace's mouth worked slowly and sensually up and down his shaft. She had set the stack of photographs from the bust on his stomach and was currently halfway under his desk sitting on the ankles of her high heels to avoid tripping anyone rushing around the office. She'd been at the crime desk most of the afternoon, much to the delight of the hard-bitten field reporters that rarely got a chance to use her. She winced as she saw picture after picture of once-proud Americans tied up in strange, uncomfortable positions with fear and lust written on their well-fucked faces.

"How does this happen?" Grace asked, licking his cock as she stroked. He took a sip of coffee and shrugged.

"Usually starts with a Dame. Convinces a guy to go home with her and try some "risky" stuff. Handcuffs, ropes, nothing too out of the ordinary at first." he said. She flipped to the next photo, her eyes going wide. "...and then out comes the kinky stuff. Poor schmuck is chained and gagged with a piston in his ass, and nobody hears from him again." She casually noted that he didn't offer an opinion on the fate of the women in the pictures.

"What do they want? I mean why do this?" she asked before slowly engulfing his entire length as she massaged his wrinkled testicles. He started breathing heavily. Grace knew he wouldn't be long. She sucked faster and faster as she stared at an image of a pale blonde woman with a whip mid-swing standing over the cowering form of a buxom red haired waitress who was shackled to a rough wooden table, semen pouring out of her spread legs from a pussy crisscrossed with whip marks onto her ruined apron.

"Christ, who knows? I heard from a Spook that they think the goal is to brainwash people into thinking that women have too many rights and to convince them to amend the P.R.A via referendum; the theory being that if we treat our women like do theirs, it'll erode public support for the War. Others think its a secret breeding program to have home-grown agents loyal to the Stadt. Me, I think they are just sickos that get off on doing this to Americans here since they can't do it do us over there." he said with a quiver in his voice as he started shallowly humping her face as his cock twitched.

Grace started sucking the tip and stroking him quickly, drinking his cum as it started squirting into her mouth. As she swallowed, she flipped to the last photograph, a portrait of the waitress from before her abduction. She looked so spunky and alive; not the submissive sex puppet she had become. "Dolores VanKamp, age 18" was written in black marker at the bottom. She pulled her mouth off, wiping a trail of cum that fell onto her pouty, dark red lips. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be her.

She stood up and flattened her dress, using a tissue from her purse to clean the spilled seed from her hefty cleavage. "Thanks, Harv." she said, tucking the photos into a manila envelope.

"Any time, toots." he said, smacking her ass as she walked by. She **** a smile as she made her way back to her desk. She sat down and crossed her legs, chewing on the end of her pen as her mind worked. She had the same police reports that all the other major papers had. If she was going to really stand out, she'd have to get more information on this sex cult. She thought over her options. Grace could interview the girl, but she was almost certainly in no state to tell her anything meaningful. She could ask around the station, which would almost certainly yield some "off the record" information that she would have to cite as an anonymous source that wouldn't lend the same level of credibility as an eyewitness account.

She tapped the pen on the desk as she stared at the image of the blonde woman flogging the abused waitress. "I could go undercover..." she thought, a dark part of her mind attracted to the danger involved; but fully aware of what that would entail. She sighed as she looked out the window. She had to think of something, and fast before someone else got the scoop...