Rookie Mistake

Officer Sheridan - Jana - sat by my side as I stared at the water, occasionally identifying bodies when they were identifiable. They were up to ten now, with a further seven or so I couldn't figure out. I was sick to my stomach looking at the bloody pool that Grandma Jane and my Aunt Leslie had been fished out of. A fireman rolled up another gurney to me, and my heart pounded as he opened to reveal the partially charred remains.

"Looks like this guy was a hero. He has at least six bullet wounds, and was clamped to the patio door, holding it open so some of the others could escape. You know who he was?" he asked, as I looked at the corpse's eyes.

"She," I corrected him. "She was my Aunt Trixie. And all she wanted was to fuck me. Not this."

"We don't see a Trixie under the list."

"Check off Ralph Patrick Doe. But her name was Trixie."

He nodded, but I stopped him from leaving. "Any word on Karen or Cindy Doe?"

"This was the last one, I believe. There's still the seven you couldn't figure out, but only one of them was a woman. I mean, unless they were like Trixie here."

I shook No. And sat back down on the unused deck chair, the other being taken as evidence. This didn't add up. Where had they gone? And Frank was gone too? I didn't kill him. I read off the list in my head: Jane, Alicia, Roger, Joe, Alex, Leslie, Arnold, Helen, Nadine, Petra, and Trixie. Plus six unidentifiable males and an unidentifiable female. 18 out of 32. That left 14 others. Where had they gone? Why had they left me?

"There he is," came a gruff voice from behind me. "Gag him." A hood went over my head and I felt a powerful electric shock, and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke several hours later in a daze. Unable to speak, I could see I was in a sealed room. My heart was pounding. As I gazed on a figure in a corner. A woman smoking a cigarette, I tried to urge her to ungag me through gesture and mumbling, but she just smiled and ignored me. She sat down as a light highlighted the room.

"Mr. Doe, we are in the process of constructing a timeline for the orgy, thanks to your generous social media postings and the first-hand witness accounts from your neighbors. It looks like you're not entirely to blame for the incident, given the involvement of other parties who will be tracked down shortly. Your father, for one. The Chinese Triads for two."

I had a confused look in my eye, which caused her to pause.

"Some others. James Rhone has ties to underground motorcycle clubs. Chester Smith was seen skulking out of the house last night. And, of course, your home was invaded by the Triads."

She flipped a switch, which recoiled the bar holding my handcuffs down to the table. I quickly lift my gag, and pulled out the painful implement in my jaw. Coughing, I yell out. "I need to get out of here. To fuck somebody."

"No, you don't."

I blinked. "Uh, no, you didn't hear me. I need to cum. Now. And I need to do that away from here."

"I had Officer Sheridan suck you off twenty minutes ago. You're fine. We don't want to overstimulate you."

"You don't understand. If I don't get what I want, I'll die."

"Fine then," she said, sitting back with her arms crossed over her chest. She left the cigarette smoldering in a nearby ashtray.

I was getting scared. "T-take off your shirt."

"It's a little cold in here. I think I'll keep it on."

"Why?"

"Let's cut the bullshit, John. It's not going to work on me. Your little puppy-dog eyes may have everyone else duped, but I'm a little more discerning.

"My name is Amber Wilkins from the FBI EDP task ****, and let me tell you something the doctors won't. There's a chemical, we're not quite sure how it works because no one's looked too deeply into it, but it's constantly emitting from you into the atmosphere. It's like a pheromone that messes with people's judgment. Makes them more likely to listen to whatever the fuck you tell them. It doesn't work on me, though, and a few others like me.

"You'll die after three hours - more like six, but other than that, everything you do is a lie. You don't need outrageous family sex orgies or class assemblies. You don't need to **** people. Our laws were written with exceptions for you, so this whole **** business and whatever deal you have with the Triads, you're going to be let go scot free. We might toss you in to a show room upstate with some 'EDP Prison' nonsense, but that'll never hold. No, in this instance, with such a huge violation of the Compact put in place to control you bastards, my boss has authorized a remedy."

She placed a pill on the table.

"It's a sugar pill. With a couple extra ingredients. It'll give me bad gas and a headache. But, for you, the effects are amplified. Your stomach will dissolve and your brain will be fried. You'll feel nothing. It takes about sixty minutes before it reacts, and **** is instant.

"I turned off the cameras in this room. Do the right thing and take the pill. Otherwise, I'll give it to you in some other way." She looked smug, as she leaned back and picked up her cigarette.

"I don't know about any triads or Big Jim's motorcycle gang. I'm a fucking high school kid," I had fear in my voice, trying to comprehend how things went wrong.

"You're all fucking liars is what that is. The Triads contact EDPs on a regular basis. It's good for their human trafficking business. I don't know if it's this Ji-Yoo chick or some other contact, but they got to you. Don't lie about it. Maybe Jim Rhone or your father, Frank, a known felon. We'll trace 'em. Someone will cave. And your mother, your sister, whoever else survived. They're gone. Maybe we'll find them in a Chinatown whorehouse. Most likely, they're overseas in Macau or sold to some agency in Belarus. If they're lucky, they get to live a few more years before killing themselves or slaughtered by their pimps to prevent them being discovered. Give them a little justice right now. Kill yourself. If not for your enslaved relatives, then for the ones mercilessly gunned down and set on fire."

Her phone, in her front pocket, started lighting up. Flashing. I stared at it, as she rolled her eyes. "Wilkins," she stated succinctly. "Yeah. What? Understood."

She frowned and stood up. "Well, the timeline's complete. We have multiple angles on everything that happened here and we found one witness from the orgy who says you're innocent. Of course he fucking does. So, I'm going to have to let you go." She unlatched the handcuffs the rest of the way, and the leg cuffs I just noticed.

She pushed me out what turns out to be a large tent built in my front yard at dusk, as I rubbed my arms and stared at the remains of the house. "Be careful what you do and say, Mr. Doe. You're always being watched," she was grim, as she unexpectedly reached into my jeans pocket, whispering into my ear. "And keep this pill on you, just in case you want to redeem yourself." She kissed me on the forehead, and pushed me onto the ground. I had an erection before I hit the grass.

"John!" shouted the police officer Jana, as if she knew me. I was numb to the whole event. "It turns out you're innocent. The Chinese were involved!" she hopped in happiness as I looked on in confusion. "Bud, my partner, thought you just had a gunplay and arson fetish, but I knew you couldn't have done it." She hugged me in appreciation, as I felt her barely contained breasts underneath a white undershirt to my shirtless chest. She noticed my erection. "Oh, you need to cum again!" she smiled gleefully, as she knelt then and there, and fished my cock out of my pants.

As I received a blowjob in silent reflection, I looked at a crowd of girls, one of many nearby crowds, congregated, while the FBI were quick to disperse and the fire crew and LAPD (other than Jana) already left. They were high school girls: Janice DiAngelo, Ji-Yoo Park, Erin Johnson, and Gwen Roberts, who I suspected and later found out had come over early this morning and discovered me amongst the carnage. While dismayed at what they saw, they, like my neighbors, didn't call 911 until they discovered me alive and without anyone to fuck.

They gathered around me, and told me how much they were glad I was alive, and they knew I was innocent, and even if I wasn't it was no big deal, as their voices kind of drowned amongst my rage at the event. I gripped Jana's head tight and stopped her from sucking. "Okay, girls, tell me exactly what happened."