Silence of the Amazons, Part 2
By Madcat
A who-done-it tale of amazon proportions.


Karen arrived at Jack's house right at 8AM and honked loudly. Mrs. Hutchinson
gazed out the window at the black SUV parked in the driveway.

"Who's that honey?"

"That must be Karen, my new partner." He replied tentatively, trying not to
look nervous. Last night's woman handling had shaken him up more than he
wanted to admit.

"You never told me she was so pretty. No wonder you guys have been spending so
much time together."

"Your crazy. We have been spending so much time together on this weird murder
case." He said whilst kissing her cheek.

"You better be telling the truth or I'll kick both your skinny little butts."
She shouted at her husband as he exited the front door.

Yesterday, his wife's parting comment would have caused him no worry. But this
morning saw him deeply concerned. His wife was only average sized, at least
until she bore his children. Over the past few years, his once slender wife
had ballooned out to 220 lbs. They often exercised together and at times she
lifted as much as he. Now that his belief in masculine superiority had
dissolved overnight, Jack began to re-examine his entire life thru the lens of
female domination.

"Good morning." He said to his partner cheerfully. "Let's head downtown and
get our car."

"Nah." Karen dismissed his idea. "I want to get straight at it. We have wasted
too much time already on dead end suspects. And today I'm driving."

There was no missing the authoritative tone in her voice. He was the senior
partner but she called the shots now. Jack slunk back in the black leather
seat. Even though fully clothed in a sports jacket and pants, the humble male
felt naked again. The girl had stripped him of his authority.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied without thinking.

"And I know just where to start." She said after a long pause. "Remember the
first victim's girlfriend, Angie. She was a big girl and taught aerobics if I
remember right."

"Yeah, I'd say 5-11 and 155." The male detective chimed in. He excelled at
assessing height and weight. "But she hardly looked tough enough to take a man
down. That girl looked like a bikini model."

"What are you insinuating?" Karen shot back. "We should only be looking for a
butch dyke? Remember who wiped the floor with you last night."

He recoiled under her tongue lashing. Like he could somehow forget that
humiliating experience. They drove most of the rest of the way without
talking. Jack did his best not to look at her voluptuous body just a few
inches away. She wore conservative slacks and a blouse. But in Jack's mind
Karen sported her beautiful red leotard.

Their suspect had left home for the day so they proceeded to her place of
employment. The detectives caught the young woman in the middle of her kick
boxing aerobics class. Not used to be kept waiting, the cops ended the class
early and sent the students packing. This naturally upset the instructor.
Needless to say, the interview started off on the wrong foot.

"I'm going to have to refund their money!" Angie fumed as she walked into her
little office.

"Try telling someone who cares. We could do this down at the station if you
prefer?" Jack responded as he followed her into the office. She wore a black
leotard that showed off her long sleek legs. Jack couldn't take his eyes off
them.

"I don't prefer. Lets make this fast, eh. I've talked to you guys a bunch
already." She said, sitting in her chair. The fitness instructor put a bottled
water down on the desk and crossed her oh so sexy legs. Then she twisted so as
to give the male detective a great side view of those gorgeous gams.

Jack fought to stay in control. Keeping the suspect off balance played a
crucial part in interrogations. But Angie had a lot of weapons at her disposal
to distract a male detective. Unlike Karen, the fitness instructor looked tall
and elegant. Her dark tan gave her a sultry appearance and her breasts seemed
just a tad too big for her shapely frame. Angie topped it all off with a
beautiful mane of dark brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders.

Karen stayed quiet as if she was testing her partner. She followed meekly
behind Jack and took notes.

"Well, sorry, but I have a lot of questions. This-This is a murder case you
know." The cop responded tentatively. He could not understand this
deteriorating situation. Sure the girl was attractive, but why did she have a
veteran detective fumbling about like idiot.

"Just get on with it." Angie replied, while re-crossing her legs.

The female cop let her partner bungle his way thru the interview. He allowed
this leggy bitch take control from the start and he never got it back. His
questions lacked authority and Jack failed to get any meaningful follow up
answers. But as it went on, Karen became more convinced she had her killer.

Normally, Jack's interrogation skills left nothing to be desired. He could
play good or bad cop and always managed to get something out of suspects. But
not today. Angie deftly parried all of his questions and put the veteran
detective on the defensive. She learned more from the interview than he did.
It was now clear that she was a suspect in the murder of her ex-boyfriend.

"Well, I think I've answered enough of your questions for one day." Angie
announced after about a half an hour. She stood up signaling the end of the
interview.

"Actually, I have, well, a few more things that need cleared up." Jack
answered back.

"I have another class coming up. Come back at three if you want to talk some
more. It'll be nice and quiet then." The brunette replied as she stepped in
front of the still fumbling male.

Jack paused. He hated to look weak in front of Karen. Yet Angie's body
language clearly told him the interview was over. He really wasn't making any
head way in any case. The leggy brunette had won the first round.

"OK," he agreed and the two detectives left the building.

"Boy, she played you like a violin." Karen teased as they walked towards her
car.

"Take a hike. I didn't see you help much in there." Jack replied in a terse
tone.

"I got what I wanted out of the interview." His blonde partner commented as
she got into her SUV. Then Karen carefully pulled a used bottle of water from
her purse. "I got us some prints."

"Nice."

"Plus, I wanted to see how she reacted to a male authority figure. I would say
there was a definite hostility there. She looks like a prime suspect. But lets
not get off track. I had a couple of other girls on the list to talk to this
morning. We can be back to the station after lunch. I'm sure dumb and dumber
will have some scut work for us. You can work on their crap while I try to
find out more about little miss long legs."

"Yes ma'am." Jack replied in acknowledgement of her authority.

And so it went. Neither detective turned up anything useful the rest of the
day. Jack found himself heading back to Angie's workplace. Karen stayed at the
station and he drove the old Ford beater that the city provided. The morning's
interview bugged him to no end. It was easily his worst effort in recent
memory but he could not understand why. Or perhaps Jack would just not accept
the glaring truth. Angie had intimidated and outfoxed him. The leotard,
fitness club setting, and gorgeous female all reminded him of his humiliating
submission to Karen.

Clearly, he had lost his confidence and that was simply unacceptable for a
cop. Too much depended on his ability to take control of situations just by
force of will. Timid cops equaled dead cops. Jack left the car more determined
than ever to get the better of this suspect.

The cop walked in the door of Angie's building and just about tripped over his
feet. His female suspect worked a punching bag in the middle of the room. She
had changed out of the leotard. Now the leggy brunette wore black bikini
bottoms and matching athletic bra. She had to be one of the most beautiful
women that the detective had ever seen. And her punching left nothing to be
desired, either. Jack began to feel very, very hot in his coat and tie.

"Hello, Officer Hutchinson." Angie grunted with exertion. "It's nice of you to
drop by."

"Ah, well, its my job ma'am." He blurted out.

"I use this break in the afternoon to really exercise. All that low impact
aerobics doesn't do much for me anymore." The woman said as she walked over to
the front door and locked it. "I thought you would want to be alone for a
while."

The suggestive comment hit Jack like a sledge hammer. He already studied every
inch of her luscious body as she walked by. Now she stood directly in front of
him and smiled. Normally, the two were about the same height but the girl now
wore thick soled tennis shoes that added at least 2". Combined with her styled
hair she seemed to tower over the smaller male. Jack tried to look her in the
eye but her ample bust line made that almost impossible. Unlike Karen's big
breasts, Angie looked augmented. They appeared too high and mighty for nature.
But he didn't really care. Adorned with two rock hard nipples, they commanded
his full attention.

"Ah, well, yes ... " he mumbled.

"Hey, why don't you spar with me a little? It'd be fun. I have never boxed a
cop before."

"Sorry ma'am. I can't. I'm working." Jack responded, trying to regain his
composure.

"Well, consider it a work activity. I won't answer any of your questions until
you strap on the gloves." With that she grabbed his tie and led him over to a
rack with sparring equipment.

"I can't box in these clothes." He protested.

"I can fix that too." Angie said, smiling mischievously. She handed him a pair
of sparring gloves and jogged over to a glass showcase and pulled out a little
package. "Try these. They're on the house."

The girl tossed him the package and he caught it mid air.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's a tanning thong. Our male customers love them." She said walking back
over to him.

"What? Is that all? I need more than just this." He griped as she led him to
the changing room.

"Sorry, it's all I got. Don't worry, they're small but still cover everything.
Now lets get going or you can forget the interview." With that she pushed the
reluctant male forward and closed the door behind him.

Jack changed with growing anticipation. He knew he would have a fight on his
hands. But the male was confident he could take this upstart woman. Jack had
much more experience in boxing than he did wrestling. He even took a class in
college on the subject. And, even though Angie appeared taller, Jack out
weighed her by several pounds. The cop planned to soften her up with a few
punches, then hit her with some hard questions. Physical coercion always
helped interrogations.

He put on the light blue thong and gazed at himself in a full length mirror.
Unlike many of his colleagues, Jack kept himself in great shape. His firm body
even had a youthful taper at the waist. He had never worn a thong before but
decided he didn't look half bad in it. This pair sported Velcro quick releases
at the sides. Jack could not figure out what function they served. He donned
his gloves and punched the palm of his left hand. The gloves had only light
padding and no fingertips. Satisfied, Jack went out to face the female.

"Lookin' good, mister policeman." Angie said as she approached. Her eyes
devoured his nearly nude body. Up until recently, the fitness girl had dated
only body builders. She used to look for big, strong men but her tastes seemed
to be changing. "Take it easy on me, OK. Remember, I'm only a girl."

That was the one thing he could not forget. But as Jack admired her
femininity, he also noted the thick cords of female muscle that danced under
her tanned skin. While not as bulky, his female foe appeared much harder and
more defined than he did. It slowly dawned on him that she looked
substantially stronger despite her deceptively sexy figure. Standing in his
bare feet and wearing just a skimpy thong, he began to feel totally outclassed
by the female towering over him.

Sensing his fear and hesitation, she smiled and said, "Are you ready, little
boy?"

Jack barely nodded before her first punch came zinging in. It was only a left
jab but hit with incredible speed. He didn't even know she hit him until his
head snapped back.

The blow served as a good wake up call for the awestruck male. Jack fell back
under a barrage of female punches. His training took over and he blocked or
ducked every one. She maneuvered him into a corner of the room but Angie got a
little careless in the one sided battle. The cop ducked a punch and popped her
cheek with a quick right hook. The blow staggered the taller girl. Jack
quickly escaped the corner and danced around his foe.

Angie cursed under her breathe at letting her quarry escape. The agile little
man punched harder than her muscle bound old boyfriend. He also seemed to have
some talent for boxing. So she decided to pull out all the stops. Feigning
tiredness, the brunette let him throw a few punches. Then she kicked him in
the stomach.

Wary of the girl's furious fists, Jack never saw the kick coming. Her tennis
shoe penetrated deep and drove the air from his lungs. He pitched forward just
in time to catch a well timed upper cut with his nose. Angie's punch sent him
sprawling on to his back. In just over a minute, he lay beaten at her feet.

"We're supposed to be boxing." Jack wheezed as he struggled to stand. He
tasted blood oozing from his nose.

"Oops, sorry. I usually kick box." Angie replied with mock feeling. She
offered to help him stand and he foolishly accepted. The girl grabbed his hair
and hip tossed the dim witted male across the room. He hit the ground with a
dull thud.

He was in great shape but his 40 year old body just could not take that kind
of punishment. Pain exploded from his back and Jack gasped for air. But still
he rolled to his feet. The cop's well tuned instincts told him to move
quickly.

Sadly, Angie moved even faster and sent her long, sexy leg arching up to his
exposed head. Jack moved to block the kick but it proved too little, too late.
The kick crashed thru his defenses and sent him staggering back. Her face a
mask of feminine fury, Angie grabbed his neck and pinned him to the wall. Then
she pounded his exposed stomach with a half a dozen rights.

Jack seized her left wrist with both hands and tried to break free. It was no
use. She was just too strong. Or maybe he was too weak. Jack's resistance
ended as he struggled to breath.

"Stop, please, I give up." He begged her to stop.

The girl pressed his head back and threatened his nose with her raised fist.
"Why are you questioning me now. The lead detectives told me I was cleared as
a suspect. Who thinks I murdered my boyfriend?"

"Screw you." Jack replied defiantly.

"Maybe later." Angie laughed. Her right fist dropped down and grabbed the
front of his thong. "I have ways of making you talk."

"I'm not telling you anything."

"We will see about that."

With that she ripped the Velcro thong from his trembling body. Her fingers
closed around his man grapes and start to slowly squeeze.

"I'm going to gradually squeeze harder until these boys pop or until you tell
me w-t-f is going on."

"This is assault. You'll go to ... . aaarrgh."

"Yeah, what jury would convict me of beating up a big mean cop? I figure those
suckers are about ready to pop."

"Okaaayyy. I'll tell you ... " He caved under the threat. The awful pressure
ceased but her hand stayed.

"Don't lie to me boy. Who wants me? Why?" Angie commanded.

"Its my partner. Its all her idea."

"The blonde bimbo with you earlier today. Please, I told you not to lie. Don't
make me hurt you again."

"No, its true. I swear. She has this theory that the murders were committed by
a female."

"Did you say murders as in more than one?"

"Yes, there have been three. All young men." He blurted out.

Jack may have been a naked man held helpless by a superior female but he was
still a detective. He could read the genuine surprise on her beautiful face.
She didn't know about the others and that meant Angie was innocent. The
realization sent a wave of relief thru his battered body. Jack also became
aware of his thickening shaft pressing against her wrist.

Angie's demeanor seemed to soften as well. "Do you really want to know what
happened with me and my boyfriend, Bobby, that night?" she asked.

He nodded as his eyes reacquired her wonderful globes.

"We had a big fight. He told me he had been seeing someone else and that our
relationship was over. I slapped him. Hard. He hit me back. Before I knew it,
we were in a fistfight. I had never really punched a person before that night
but, heck, I'm a kickboxing instructor. And my poor Bobby hit like a girl. He
never really had a chance but it took quite a beating before he realized
that."

"After a black eye and fat lip, he finally submitted to me. It should have
ended there but it didn't. I got a little, ah, carried away. I put the two
timing bastard over my knee for a well deserved spanking. By the time I
finished he was begging me not to leave him. So I made him do a couple of
things to prove his loyalty. Bobby promised to end things with the other woman
and I never saw him again."

"What things?" Jack asked in a husky tone. By this time her lurid story had
made him highly aroused. The only reason that prevented him from taking this
woman was that he still could not move.

"That's private, mister policeman. Bobby was very much alive when I left him.
You do believe me, don't you?" Angie asked sweetly. Her fingers finally
released his man grapes and began a more gentle caress.

Wrapped in the throes of ecstasy, Jack just nodded.

"Is that your night stick down there, you naughty little policeman? How 'bout
I show you some of those things Bobby and I did that night?"

He nodded and moaned.

"Lets start with the spanking." She purred. The brunette released him, grabbed
a chair and sat in the middle of the room. "Come here."

Jack wanted to say no. He knew that nothing good could come of this. And yet
he found himself over her lap. She spanked him and he loved it. Next, Angie
disrobed and forced him to kiss her feet, calves and thighs. Jack loved being
on his knees in front of this female goddess. Finally, he wound up on his back
with the female suspect on top.

"And that's what Bobby and I did that night. I told him he wouldn't get any
until he dumped the blonde. Needless to say, he was eating out of my hands at
that point. Kinda like you." She said looking down on the handsome male. Angie
could feel his potent manhood between her legs.

"You didn't make him, ahh, perform oral sex on you?" Jack replied, still
trying to continue the interrogation despite his wonderfully inferior
position.

"Of course not, silly. I never enjoyed that type of thing very much. Plus, I
still loved him, I think. Is our little talk over now, Officer Hutchinson?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now its time for you to provide a little community service." She said
while impaling herself on his shaft.

The cop tried to respond but just gasped as her delicious wetness engulfed
him. He concentrated on maintaining control. Angie's incessant moaning made
the task difficult but Jack rose to the occasion. He was definitely one of the
city's finest.