Signs of a struggle

The house was in disarray. A window had been smashed in the kitchen, chairs had been knocked over and the fridge had been left open and raided of food. But as you went along and observed the carnage, something seemed off about the whole thing.

As you went room to room, you noticed that things were turned upside down and strewn about in a very thorough manner. It didn’t strike you as the work of a feral woman in rush to chase after some helpless man she had cornered. This looked like…a burglary.

You found Mr Spellman in the master bedroom, frowning at the messy scene. He rubbed at his stubbled chin thoughtfully, “something isn’t right here,” he gestured to the vanity, “take a look at that.”

A quick glance revealed a very obvious fact.

“Jewellery box has been emptied,” you said, turning back to look at him. “Looters, maybe?”

“It’s possible,” he grunted, looking lost in thought. “But with how sudden things happened and how savage the women have become, you would think looting would be the last thing on someone’s mind.”

“Someone get here, right now!”

Mr Locknae’s voice was heavy with panic and the two of you rushed into his office, weapons at the ready.

The first thing you noticed was the bloody handprint stained on the surface of the desk, along with several splinters of glass. Looking down you saw that the desk had been ransacked, and that a tiny safe had been opened and cleaned out.

Mr Locknae was an absolute wreck as he stared at the blood, his face gone deathly white and his mouth hanging open in a silent gasp of horror.

“Oh god, what happened to her!” He cried, “she’s been hurt! ”he buried his face in his hands and began to wrack with sobs. “Her and our baby…”

You focused on the blood, the glass, the papers that had been strewn about. One of the notepads had the vault combination written down and you cringed a little at how foolish your neighbour had been. But as you looked at the blood again, something clicked into place.

“It’s not Megan’s blood,” you said, turning to the grieving man, “look at that handprint. It’s too big to be a woman’s hand, and with all that glass, I’d say this guy hurt himself when he broke into the house.”

That managed to still Mr Locknae for a moment as he looked from you and the desk. Understanding began to filter in through the stress he was feeling.

“But what the hell would they be doing in your house, Bob?” Mr Spellman asked, his face crunched in confusion, “who in their right mind would be out and about during this madness looking for cash?”

“We’re definitely missing something here,” you replied, before an idea slithered it’s way into your mind. “Maybe that girl knows something.”

Mr Locknae looked at you with confused, red-rimmed eyes. “B-but, she’s feral…”

“That doesn’t mean she’s completely lost her sentience,” you replied, “they can have moments of clarity that come with orgasm, and if she’s coherent enough she’ll be able to tell us what happened.”

There was still the issue of the girl being completely deaf, which was going to hinder things. But it was the only option left available. You would have to get creative.

The three of you returned to the living room where Jessica was currently kneeling behind the girl and eating her ass with gusto. It was a mesmerising sight, that big black booty, and it was a struggle to contain your neely enhanced dick in your pants.

Mr Spellman turned away in disgust while Mr Locknae simply slumped into a chair, distraught and sick with worry. You ignored them both and knelt down before the girls. The ebony woman’s eyes were foggy with pleasure, but she still registered your presence, signing rapidly in a way that meant nothing to you.

Jessica drew her head out from between those ebony globes and smiled at you. “What’s up?”

“I need you to ask her something, while she’s still semi-coherent in the afterglow.”

Jess looked at the girl for a moment before saying, “ok, but since you can’t do your thing, you’re going to need to take over here to keep her calm while I sign.”

You could barely contain the grin on your face as you sat behind the girl, her cushy thick ass grinding on your dick as you began to squeeze and caress her body. Your hands travelled down, first playing with her small tits and tweaking her dark nipples before heading south to the moist mess of her pussy.

“Ask her,”you replied, dipping a finger into her womanhood, “if she saw anyone when she came into the house.”

Jessica moved her hands quickly in translation. At first the girl didn’t seem to really register, more interested in grinding a hole in your pants with her ass. But eventually her hands shot up and made a rapid-fire series of gestures.

“She said that she saw three men go into the house and she followed to see if there was any more ‘cock’ inside.”

You began to kiss along the girl’s neck, your hand speeding up as you began to rub and finger her dripping pussy, “Ask her…” you grimaced in pleasure as she began to rub circles over your groin, sending ripples across her delightful assflesh, “ask her if she saw where they went…”

Jessica translated. Got a quick, almost dismissive answer in return, clearly she was more interested in your cock.

“She said they left with a pregnant woman, inside a white van,” Jessica paused as another wave of gestures came up, “….annnd now she’s talking about how much she wants you to flood her with cum. I don’t think you’re going to get more details out of her in this state.”

Mr Locknae jumped to his feet. “That’s all we need! Let’s get out there and start looking for a white van! These bastards have my wife and child!”

“She might know more,” Jessica pointed out, “a description of the guys, whether they were armed…it might be worth, you know, taming her for further interrogation.”

“We won’t have time for that!”

You could tell an argument was going to break out between them. Both sides had a point, and it ultimately came down to sacrificing time for more information. You needed to make an executive decision…