Demon Detective Ch. 02

Chloe woke up the next morning feeling almost absurdly refreshed. The horrors of the night prior had dwindled in her mind, pushed back to that compartment that all cops learn to cultivate. She stretched out in bed, the soft sheets sliding across her naked body, caressing her skin with a gentle touch. As she reached her arms up and pointed her toes to the door, she let out a sigh of contentment at how wonderful she felt.

Chloe flipped the covers off, allowing the cool air of her apartment to rush into her. Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed that her nipples had already been hard but Chloe was still half asleep and didn't notice the rock hard nipples nor the copious slickness between her legs. She walked into the bathroom, sleepily grabbing her toothbrush as she scrubbed the awful taste of morning breath away. After she spat, she looked up to the mirror and was surprised. The face that looked back at her was pretty. No. Not just pretty. Gorgeous. Chloe thought she looked better this morning without makeup than she ever had with it.

As she studied her face, she noticed a strange fuzziness in the mirror. She squinted at it, concentrating on the strange outline that was just on the edge of her face in the mirror. She had the odd sensation of flexing a muscle. A poorly used, little understood muscle. Then suddenly something clicked in her head and the image in the mirror came into focus. She shrieked and her hand instinctively went to her hip for the gun that obviously wasn't there.

--Hello Chloe Nice to finally meet you--

The voice. She'd actually forgotten it. Now she could see it. It had a strange, purple hue to the skin and an almost androgynous look to the face. The face grinned back at her, showing teeth that would have been considered immaculate were it not for their blood red tint. The creature's piercing ice blue eyes stared at her, holding her gaze firmly. The entire image was otherworldly and off putting. Like those CGI movies that manage to hit the uncanny valley square in the middle.

--Do you like what you see Chloe--

Its question echoed through Chloe's head. Chloe could tell that the face was disconcerting. Objectively horrible. And yet, she didn't feel repulsed or scared by it.

--That is the bond Chloe We are one now and forever--

"What if I don't want to be?" she asked, voicing the question that most terrified her.

The voice was quiet for a moment. Chloe realized she had to stop thinking of it as 'The Voice'. It had a name. A name she'd used to free it and start the bonding. KyriarchoúnDoúlos.

--Yes Chloe But you might as well call me Chloe too from now on There is no difference between us No separation.--

"I'm Chloe. You're KyriarchoúnDoúlos... God that's a mouthful. Kyria... that's all you get from now on."

--As you wish Chloe I hope in time you recognize the true nature of our union however--

Chloe shuddered again. She relaxed her eyes and the demonic vision faded from the mirror. "Will other people see something in the mirror? Will they see... you?"

--No Chloe That was my aura Very few humans can see them and even then only if they think to look Nobody needs to know about us--

"I really wish you'd stop calling us... uhmm... us."

The voice didn't respond. Chloe tried to put it out of her mind as best she could while she showered and got ready for work. She tried to do her morning routine exactly as she'd done it every day for years. But the voice nagged at her. Its insistence. Or more frighteningly, it's certainty that they were now permanently fused into a single entity. The wetness between Chloe's legs grew as she contemplated that thought. She got off to work just fine, arriving early for her shift and saying hello to everyone. She could almost feel the pull of attraction towards most of the men in the precinct. And many of the women as well.

--Sensing auras is very useful All of those people could be yours You could dominate any woman or be dominated by any man Chloe--

Just then, Brett took the opportunity to show his smug face. "Hello, Chloe," he said. You wouldn't think that someone could infuse a simple 'Hello' with much mockery but Brett was quite talented. He was also quite handsome, Chloe realized. Chloe's mind wandered for a moment, curious if he might be as talented in bed as he implied.

She shook the erotic cobwebs from her head, "Stop it."

She was talking to KyriarchoúnDoúlos but she was so out of sorts that she vocalized the words and Brett assumed they were directed at him. "Stop what, Chloe? Is something wrong?"

--He would be a fine first coupling Chloe He will give you pleasure and do such wonderfully awful things to you Would you like to see?--

"No!" she practically shouted before lowering her voice and composing herself, "Nothing's wrong Officer Kowalski. And it's Detective Henshaw. Respect the rank." Chloe felt all tingly as she said the words. Was standing up to all men going to be this hard?

Brett made a huffing sound and walked off without any additional words. "Good riddance," Chloe said under her breath.

--Remember your promise Chloe You cannot reject every man It will be harder and harder to avoid submitting if you keep this up It can be no other way.--

Chloe tried to ignore the voice as she wandered off to her desk. She did actually manage to get some work done. The BOLOs from the night before had given them a bunch of leads to the missing frat guys. She had a stack of warrants to serve to the telephone carriers, banks and landlords of most of the kids. Two of them were proving difficult to track down but it was a start. She headed over to the courthouse to get the warrants signed. One thing people don't appreciate is that this part isn't like the movies. You don't go in front of a judge in a courthouse to get a warrant signed. There's no big process. No black robes. You mostly just explain the situation to the first judge you can find and they sign off on it. Today's judge was, unfortunately, Judge Sanderson. She was the youngest judge at the courthouse, not even as old as Chloe. She'd won a ridiculously one sided race after the recall of a wildly corrupt and untrusted judge. She really didn't have to do too much to win because, for some reason, the other party thought that the best person to run was the former judge's asshole son. It was one of the most lopsided races in recent history.

All that wouldn't be so bad. But...

"You want me to sign these warrants why?" the judge asked Chloe.

Chloe sighed, "Your Honor, we have probable cause to suspect that these students were involved in some sort of ritualistic murder."

"Really? Based on what?"

"They were caught fleeing the scene, your honor," Chloe said, controlling her temper. She could already tell where this was going.

"They fled the scene after the cops came blazing in just to investigate an accident."

"Your Honor... there was no 'blazing' involved," Chloe protested, trying to defend her colleagues who, as far as she could tell, did more good work last night than this judge had done since she'd taken office. "We aren't pursuing party goers, your honor. Just the members of the fraternity that fled."

"You have addresses for all of them?"

"Yes, your honor."

"So they don't live at the frat house?"

"Only one, your Honor," Chloe said. Her head was starting to hurt. She rubbed her temple as she looked around the small municipal office. She was just a local judge. Not some hotshot DC appellate judge.

--You cannot submit to this woman Chloe I will not allow it--

Chloe bristled both at the insistence in the voice and the idea that she would ever submit to the younger woman. Demon or no. Robe or no. She had earned neither Chloe's respect, nor Chloe's obedience.

The judge signed one piece of paper and handed the rest back, "I'll approve that one only. All the others are denied, detective. You have no probable cause. You can make a case that you have cause to focus on the members that lived at the fraternity but you have nothing to connect the ones that lived elsewhere to the possible crime."

"Possible crime? Your Honor...," Chloe protested. The instant she started to protest her head felt better. Chloe couldn't help but feel like she was being trained. A little bit like Pavlov's dog. Maybe that's how the demon worked?

"I'm sorry, detective. I understand your frustration but you need to do more leg work to connect the dots. We don't assume people are guilty in this country."

Images of the ring of body parts flashed through Chloe's head and her anger rose. She looked at the young woman who smugly sat there and judged her.

--Make her submit Chloe--

Chloe felt that same muscle from this morning flex and the Judge's face showed the barest hint of a reaction. "I'm not leaving here without those warrants... Your Honor," Chloe added the last with a tone of mocking that Brett would have appreciated. She walked around the small desk towards the judge and reached behind her back.

"Wh... what are you... what are you doing, detective?" the judge asked nervously. Chloe looked at the woman. She seemed so small. So pitiful. Chloe wondered for a moment why she'd ever deferred to this woman in any capacity. Let alone in private.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Rebecca," Chloe said. The judge bristled at the use of her first name but couldn't protest. The two women looked at each other. Chloe could almost smell the arousal coming off of the robed woman.

"D... D... Detective. You should... leave."

"Is that really what you want... your Honor?" Chloe said, walking towards the judge who seemed fixated on Chloe's swaying hips and the treasure between them.

--She is strong--

The demonic voice seemed displeased and Chloe watched as the Judge blinked twice before shaking her head. "Get out, Detective. Leave now and I won't have you brought up on charges." The woman's fingernails were biting into the soft cloth on the arms of the chair. Her whole body was rigid and quivering and Chloe could see that she was still resisting, but just barely.

Chloe grabbed the stack of mostly unsigned warrants and turned in exasperation. She could feel the waves of restrained arousal coming off the judge but she knew she couldn't make her submit. Not yet. What the hell had happened? KyriarchoúnDoúlos had promised.

--I am not strong enough yet Chloe You must give me more--

"What the fuck does that mean?" she said under her breath as she made her way through the court house.

--Powers of dominance require submission Powers of submission require dominance--

"I've got a fucking fortune cookie writing demon in my head. Goddamnit." Chloe's mood was beyond terrible. What good was having a demon bonded with her if she couldn't at least get something out of it? The voice gave her no answer. "Screw you," she said, loud enough for a couple of security guards to turn their heads at her. She flashed a badge and shrugged, leaving them muttering to themselves about entitled young detectives.

Chloe got into her car and punched in the address of the frat house. She had one warrant and it was the most useless one. The odds of the idiot coming back to his frat house after last night were slim to none. But it was her only lead so she might as well follow it through. Maybe he'd have a laptop or a call sheet or something. She got in and zoned out, letting her new car do most of the driving. Finally, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down before asking, "Okay, Kyria... why'd you fail me?"

--Failed us Chloe I am sorry Your encounter with Beverly only gave me a small amount of power because she was so weak willed--

"What does that mean?"

--The stronger the act of submission you force on someone the more power I draw from it The judge would have given us much power--

Chloe thought about that, pondering the implications of the other half of that statement.

--Yes Chloe the more depraved your submission or the more dominant you inspire a male... I will also draw much power from that--

The voice sounded eager... almost hungry and it caused a shiver to travel down Chloe's spine. More alarmingly, that shiver ended at Chloe's cunt causing it to clench and gush. Pulling up at the frat house, she took a long look. In the dark last night and with all the excitement, she really hadn't studied the building itself very much. It was an older two story building. Probably a converted and refurbished motel from the 80s. The dead era of exterior entry lodging. The building was laid out in a large "U" shape with the swimming pool serving as the centerpiece. No doubt that was why they'd purchased it. She looked at her notes and saw room '217' was where the kid lived. What was his name? Jared something. Something foreign and odd sounding. She snapped her fingers impatiently as she walked, trying to jog her memory. Giving up, she glanced at the warrant. Caras. Jared Caras. 217.

"215, 216... 217. Let's see what you're hiding, Jared Caras," she mumbled to herself. She took a look around. The police had already come and searched the rooms of everyone they'd arrested last night. Nobody else was here. She put a hand on her pistol and reached up to knock on the door. She knew nobody would be in there but it was still protocol. If she'd thought there was really any chance of him being here she wouldn't have come alone. "Jared Caras I have a warrant to search the premises," she yelled mechanically as she rapped her knuckles on the thick wooden door. As expected, the only sound that came back was the faint echo of her own voice through the courtyard. She pulled out a plastic card. Much easier and quicker than a lockpick on most doors. Sliding it down, she felt the satisfying click before she looked and realized the stupid thing was deadbolted too. Damn motels.

--Patience Chloe--

As she watched, she heard a slight sliding sound and a click as the deadbolt retracted. "Thanks Kyria," she said as she pulled the door open.

--Locks should never restrain you... unless you want them to Chloe--

Chloe forced the images out of her mind and walked in. She couldn't help but laugh. It was like a Freshman dorm room right out of a movie. It was a cluttered mess with clothes, bedding, books and God only knows what else strewn about the room haphazardly. The bed by the door looked like it was being used as a closet with a pile of clothes three feet high on it. The walls were adorned with a wide variety of various lewd posters. Chloe couldn't help but notice that a few were a little kinky. One girl spanking another girl. Another one had a girl with her wrists prominently cuffed behind her back. A third showed a woman with her hands tied above her head suspended nearly naked from a hook in the ceiling.

Chloe ignored the alluring images of female submission, suppressing the part of her brain that was screaming that she would have been appalled by them yesterday. She tried to survey the rest of the room with something close to dispassion. It didn't take long before a smile stretched across her face, there was a laptop left open. She nudged the mouse with the back of her hand, careful to avoid putting any prints on it. The boys hated it when they had to do elimination prints at a crime scene. The screen came alive and the laptop fans started whirring. The only noise in an otherwise empty room.

"Go away and turn off the light," came a voice from the bed. Chloe jumped, startled by the sound. She looked over and realized that the pile of clothes, blankets and jackets housed a person inside. She managed, just barely to neither scream nor draw her weapon.

"Jared?"

"Oh, God... what do you want," came the voice, apparently suffering from a severe hangover.

"Jared, you need to pull yourself together and come downtown to answer some questions."

"Ohhh... why?" the voice groaned. She still hadn't seen the kid and felt like she was talking to a pile of clothes rather than a human being.

"We need to know about last night?"

"On my flight?" the boy said in confusion before finally turning over. Clothes fell from the bed and she finally saw his face. He had sharp, hazel eyes and ruffled brown hair.

"No. The party. What flight? Are you still drunk?"

"Drunk?" the kid asked, "I'm not drunk. Only 20 and can't drink on planes. I'm jet lagged all to hell though. What day is it?"

"Shit!" thought Chloe. Her one lead turned out to be a bust. Well... maybe not? "How long have you been out of town, kid?"

"All semester. Foreign exchange in Europe."

"Double Shit!" This time Chloe didn't bother holding it in.

--He might still be useful Chloe--

"What do you mean?" she asked out loud.

"Huh?" the kid said, finally waking up to look at Chloe. "Who are you?"

"A cop," she said sharply.

--Look at the walls Chloe All you have to do is submit--

Chloe was suddenly once again very aware of the moisture threatening to overflow from within her. The kid wasn't particularly unattractive. Kind of cute, actually. A little on the young side for her taste though.

--Teach him how you want to be dominated--

"Teach him... what the fuck?"

"Are you talking to me?" the boy asked, now fully awake. Chloe turned to him and started to rebuke him but the sound died in her throat. He was shirtless and looked like a greek statue. Abs that looked hard and taught. Pecs that were firm. Arms with biceps that appeared to be coiled steel springs. Chloe's breath quickened. Maybe she could do this.

She thought, "Will this give you enough power to make the judge do what I want?"

--Yesss It will give us the power to make the judge do anything we want--

Chloe noticed the pronoun shift but didn't really care. Instead, she turned back to the kid staring at her from the bed. "You've got some interesting posters here, kid."

To his credit, he blushed, "Uhh... yeah. I guess. Sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Chloe asked, unbuttoning a button from her shirt. "Don't be ashamed of what you like."

The boy swallowed as he stared at Chloe's hand as it toyed with the next button. The first one hadn't revealed much. The next one would reveal a lot.

--You remind him of his favorite erotic vision--

"Mmm... what's that?" Chloe asked in her head. She was suddenly blasted with scenes from a porn in rapid succession. Scenes that Jared had obviously watched and jerked off to dozens of times. A smile slipped across Chloe's face, curling her lips up in a knowing grin. She looked Jared dead in the eyes and said, "Maybe you could... you know... show me, Mr. Big."

Jared's eyes went wide as he recognized the line from the video. He flicked his gaze behind Chloe to the computer screen shining from his desk. Had he left that video on? Had she seen it? Was she messing with him? Chloe watched him as he tried to make sense of the scene. Finally, he said to her, "Why should I, young lady?"

Chloe smiled, he understood the reference and the game. "Well, Mr. Big. I would do absolutely ANYTHING to have you show me."

Jared looked at her and realized this was the moment of truth. He sat fully up, letting the clothes fall off of him and revealing his full nakedness. It threw Chloe completely off script, "Holy fuck. Mr. Big indeed," she said as she stared at his manhood. He was easily 8 inches and not fully hard. She licked her lips without thinking.

--Make him dominate you Chloe That is how we gain power--

Chloe popped two more buttons open, revealing her ample cleavage to the boy's widening eyes. She locked onto his eyes and held his gaze while she put her hands behind her back. The result was that her boobs were practically bursting out of her shirt. She knew that, if she could touch her nipples right now they'd be hard and sensitive. They were desperate for attention. Chloe crossed her wrists behind her back, imagining being bound by something. When her knuckles grazed the leather case that housed her handcuffs, a wicked smile broke across her lips. "You seem to have some very interesting... interests, Jared."