Silence of the Amazons, part 3
By Madcat
A who-done-it tale of amazon proportions.


Jack sat at the dinner table and tried to eat. The last 2 days events made
that almost impossible. Equal doses of guilt and anticipation assailed his
brain. His beefy wife seemed to be able to read his thoughts and greeted him
with stony silence. Only the kids gave the table its customary chaos.

Luckily, his cell phone buzzed. It was his partner and she needed to see him
right away. Jack excused himself and headed out to his car. He wore an old
pair of blue jeans, tee shirt and, for some unknown reason, his new thong
underwear.

At first relieved to get away from his glaring wife, Jack began to feel
irritated as he drove to Karen's home. Her tone on the phone had been imperial
to say the least. The older detective knew he needed to assert his control
back over the partnership before things got out of hand. Just because Karen
could out wrestle him did mean she was in charge.

Plus, doubts about the case nagged him like a little itch that he could not
find. Angie had told him something important but Jack could quite not put his
finger on it. He hoped to figure it out before it bit him in the ass.

The detective bounded to his partner's door full of vim and vinegar. He rang
the bell and she showed wearing cut-offs and a tight, white tee shirt. Jack
quickly noticed Karen's big pink nipples under the overstretched fabric. He
also saw her athletic side for the first time. She had broad shoulders and
thick, muscular limbs.

"Hi," she burst out. "I think I solved this case."

"Huh."

"I went back to the other crime scenes and found some clues. Angie is
definitely our killer."

"I don't think so ... "

"Look, I found this class schedule from Angie's club at the second victim's
house and this gum wrapper with Angie's finger prints at the third victim's
apartment. This ties her to all three victims. All we need to do is establish
her whereabouts on the nights of the murders. What did you find out?"

"She didn't do it." He said, looking at the so called evidence in clear
plastic bags on the kitchen table.

"And how would you know that."

"She told me. The girl knew nothing of the other murders. It appears that the
first victim had another girlfriend at the time ... "

"How can you say such stuff in light of this evidence? Angie is our girl. Now
I want you to sign these evidence tags saying that you helped me collect this
stuff."

"No way, I told you she was innocent."

"Come buddy, sign the tags. May be then we could celebrate a little tonight. I
know you find me attractive." Karen took his right hand and placed it on her
big floppy breast. It felt invitingly soft to the male detective but he
recoiled nevertheless.

"Karen, we are partners. We have to act more professional."

The blonde responded by aggressively pushing him back against the kitchen
wall. By the time Jack started to resist the stronger female had his wrists
pinned next to his ears. Her body pressed invitingly against his.

"You mean you don't want me?" she asked before invading his mouth with her
tongue.

The kiss seemed to last forever. Karen released her partner's hands and ripped
the tee shirt from his well muscled chest. He made a half hearted attempt to
push her back. But the male felt his body succumbing to her unwanted yet
alluring advances. Finally, the kiss ended and the two cops looked
breathlessly at each other.

"You really don't want me?" Karen asked before unbuttoning his jeans and
letting them fall to the floor.

"Please, noooo ... " Jack begged in a faltering voice.

Karen took a step back to admire her handiwork. The new thong briefs took her
totally by surprise.

"Those look so cute. Did you get them just for me?" she asked.

"Yes," he lied. Jack knew better than to tell her the truth.

The policewoman took his left hand and led him over to the kitchen table. The
veteran male cop felt silly wearing just his thong but he had little choice
but to follow. The couple paused at the table and Karen eyed his expanding
manhood. It seemed to grow to an impossible size under her gaze.

"Now, sign these tickets and we can go have some fun."

Her demands broke him out of the sexual trance.

"No," he said. "Angie didn't do it and I'm not signing for something when I
wasn't there. Period."

Karen reached down and caressed his throbbing tool.

"You don't want me to play rough, do you?" the girl threatened.

Jack didn't want to play with this chick at all. He knew which sex would
emerge victorious from any physical contest. So he tried to avoid the looming
battle.

"Karen, we have to get back on track here. You just can't go thru life beating
up your partners. You need to ... " the male cop moaned.

"Just shut up and sign the damn thing." Karen interrupted.

Shivers ran up Jack's spine. He really wanted to sign but knew he could not in
good conscience do such thing.

"No," the man responded.

The next thing he knew she slammed him face first into the table. Jack tried
to fight back but it was too little, too late. Karen already had one arm
twisted behind his back and his head pressed against the table. The male was
astounded by her speed and strength. He was a strong, experienced cop but she
handled him like some punk fresh of the street.

"I'll give you one last chance to sign nicely before I teach you a lesson
you'll never forget."

Jack didn't want any more of those lessons. He could feel her hard nipple with
his left hand as she bore down on him. A desperate plan formed in his mind and
he struck back in an ungentlemanly fashion. His fingers closed on her nipple
and twisted violently. At the same time he lunged to his left.

Karen yelped and released her prey. Jack, stumbled, stood up tall and raised
his fists to the blonde vixen.

"So you want it rough, do ya?" she challenged while massaging her wounded
right breast.

"Don't make me hurt you." He warned, stunned that it had come down to this.

"Oh, please, try not to make me laugh." Karen said before lunging at her
opponent.

Poor Jack hesitated. He had hit girls before on a couple of occasions. But
they occurred out on the mean streets and he had little choice in the matter.
This time he did have a choice and he pondered it for a fraction of a second.
That was all Karen needed to grab his wrists and for all intents and purposes
end this fight. Jack did resist but he could not prevail against the female's
natural strength advantage.

The voluptuous blonde twisted the thong clad male back and forth. Then she put
him in a head lock and paraded her trophy boy around the kitchen. Jack tried
to break her vise like grip to no avail. As his oxygen dwindled, Karen tossed
him face down on the carpet. She stood, straddling his prone body and bent his
right foot at a very painful angle.

"Submit to me!" Karen commanded.

He had no choice as pain raced down his leg. "I submit." Jack cried
shamefully.

She released him immediately. "Go sign the tickets now!"

Still teary eyed, the defeated male got to his feet and walked over to the
table. He bent down and signed the tickets with a trembling hand. Cute little
Karen had broken him.

The busty blonde walked over and slapped him hard across the face. His left
cheek burned with pain and humiliation but he took no defensive action. Jack
just whimpered softly.

"That's better. From now on you will do exactly what I say, when I say. Is
that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." He sobbed.

"Good. Now for the fun part." Karen said. The girl proceeded to rip the thong
from his trembling body. At least now he understood the Velcro thing.

"Please, don't ... " Jack pleaded and tried to back away fro the dominant
female.

She cut off his feeble protests with a passionate kiss. Her hands quickly
found his manhood which had remained at full attention thru out his terrible
ordeal. A minute later, Jack found himself laying flat on his back servicing
his partner for the second time in as many days. Only this time he had full
access to he most sensitive regions.

Things became clearer to the man as he gazed up at Karen from between her
powerful thighs. She could kill him at any time in this position. The girl
knew this last night. She had blonde hair as did Bobby's old girl friend. And
Karen had mentioned a boyfriend named Robert a month or so ago. Circumstantial
evidence but it all pointed in one direction: at the female cop currently
raping him.

Karen took him again and again on the kitchen floor. At first he tried to
resist her sexual charms but had no more luck there than he did in their
physical battles. They retreated up to her bedroom for one final tryst. Her
carnal appetite surprised the veteran cop. She had never seemed so bold until
this foray into female domination. Karen pinned him to her king sized bed and
took his shaft deep inside her. The helpless male quickly succumbed to her
powerful femininity. Sexual fury overtook Karen a few moments later. She
collapsed in a sweaty heap at his side.

Jack had never seen such lust in a woman before but he had scant time to think
about it. The detective got up slowly from the bed and started to search the
room. He needed more than a hunch to accuse a fellow cop of murder.

Lady luck shined Jack that night. He found his evidence. Without waiting he
got dressed, kind of, and left. His first stop was the station house where he
showered and changed clothes. Then Jack caught a couple hours of rest in his
car. He could not face his wife after all that had happened.

Sunrise came early and Jack hit the road. He quickly discarded the idea of
bringing the cops in on this. It was just too weird and he would sound like a
fool. Jack would have to find another way of settling with his partner. The
detective patted his service revolver under his coat subconsciously. First he
needed to warn Angie. Jack pulled his car into Angie's driveway and walked up
to the front door.

He rang the bell and waited with growing anticipation. Jack grudgingly
accepted that he had feelings for this woman. Sure she had beat the crap out
of him yesterday. But they had followed it up with some wonderful love making.
And Angie didn't disappoint him when she answered the door. She wore only a
skimpy, satin pink robe.

"Officer Hutchinson, please come in. To what do I owe this honor?"

The detective entered the house and paused to acknowledge her elegant beauty.
Even at this early hour, the brunette looked angelic. He momentarily forgot
all about his dire warning. Angie looked him in the eye and smiled.

"Oops." She said as the robe slipped from her shoulders.

Gazing upon this nude goddess, the intrepid officer of the law lost all
control. He pulled her close and ran his hands up and down her tantalizingly
muscular body. Their mouths met in a very unchaste kiss. The couple moved to
the living floor, satisfying their raw lust.

It all ended a few minutes later. Angie looked up at her lover and said,
"Thanks for stopping by, officer, but I need to be getting to work."

"No you don't. Not today. You may be in a great deal of danger. We need to
talk about something."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Its me." Came a disturbingly familiar female voice from the front door.

Both lovers looked over at the same time. Karen must have entered the room
sometime during their intimate moment. Now she held a gun on them.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Hutch. You are a married man. And carrying
on with a suspect in a murder case? What is the captain going to think?"

Jack jumped to his feet and pulled his trousers up. "Put the gun down, Karen.
We can get you help."

"OK, Hutch. You're right as always. Come over here and help me." The blonde
replied. She put the automatic down on a nearby nightstand and stepped towards
him.

The male detective wasn't fooled. Jack reached for his pistol immediately but
he never came close to getting a shot off. Karen grabbed his right wrist just
as the weapon cleared the shoulder holster. She proceeded to disarm the
unlucky detective with brutal efficiency. Holding his wrist down, the femme
fatale elbowed Jack in nose. It exploded with blood. Next, Karen wrenched his
head with her left and bent his wrist back with her right. The gun clattered
to the floor.

Still lying nude on the floor, the beautiful Angie tried to make sense of what
she saw. The innocent young woman had yet to connect Karen with the death of
her boyfriend. But she did feel an unnerving malevolence coming from the
blonde. Angie's terror increased as she watched the policewoman mangle poor
Jack. When the gun fell to the floor, the brunette leapt for it.

Karen had no intention of letting her ex-rival get the gun. She hurled the
incapacitated Jack at his new lover. He hit the lovely Angie and flipped over
her shoulder. The blow knocked the girl sideways as she struggled to get clear
of his legs. In the meantime, Karen picked up the gun and leveled it at the
forlorn couple.

"Nice try partner. But you never could handle me." Karen said with a wicked
grin.

"What are you doing? What's going on here?" Angie cried out.

"She doesn't know, does she Jack?"

Jack pulled a photo out of his pocket with his free hand. The other was busy
trying to stem the blood flow from his nose. He showed the picture to Angie
and her big brown eyes widened.

"Angie, this is Karen. My partner, Bobby's ex-girlfriend and, I believe, his
executioner." Jack coughed out as best he could. Blood covered much of his
face and chest.

"And soon to be famous detective for solving this triple murder case. Too bad
you two have to die. Here's the deal. Jack comes here early trying to make a
solo bust. He fails. Angie over powers him and shoots poor Jack with his own
gun. I get here just in time to shoot an armed and very dangerous suspect."
Karen said with a wide smile.

"You forgot one part." Angie said getting quickly to her feet. She brazenly
approached the armed policewoman.

Karen chuckled, still under the mistaken belief that she held all the cards.
The blonde pointed the gun right between Angie's huge, up thrust breasts. Her
finger tightened on the trigger. "What's that sweetheart?"

"The part where I kick your ass." The brunette announced forcefully. Angie
stopped her advance and looked down the cold barrel of the 9mm automatic. She
put her hands on her hips in a classic display of female defiance.

"You're an idiot. I'm going to kill you first. This is all your fault. If you
would have just let Bobby go, nobody would have gotten hurt. But no. I tried
to talk to talk to him but he would not listen. Kept carrying on about how
much he loved you and that I was a mistake. Nobody calls me a mistake." Karen
replied.

"Not with that gun your not."

"Huh."

"That's Jack's pistol. You can't shoot me with that gun or your stupid little
scheme unravels. You'd never make it past the standard ballistics test."

The busty blonde suppressed an urge to scream. The skinny slut was right. She
had the wrong gun in her hand. Karen could not shoot her but a handgun still
made a highly effective weapon in hand to hand combat. The stepped up and
pistol whipped her rival in the face.

But Angie didn't go down as expected. Instead she somehow blocked the blow
with her left forearm. Jack watched it all from a couple of paces away. His
nude goddess moved so quickly that he could scarcely follow her. Angie
blocked, ducked and twisted and somehow managed to judo toss the hapless
blonde across the room.

Karen landed a foot away from Jack and dropped the gun right next to him. He
grabbed it and rolled back. The cop leveled the leveled the weapon at his
female partner. Karen froze as she got the chance to look down the barrel of a
loaded gun. Jack hung just out of range ...

"Stay out of it, Jack. This is between blondy and I." Angie said to her lover
boy. Then she turned to Karen. "Lets go girl. Just you and me this time."

Karen smiled. This girl was tough, real tough. But the indomitable blonde had
never lost a fight with another female and had no intention of starting now.
Karen stood up. She then ripped her blouse open like a female superman.

"First I'm going to beat the crap out of you. Then I'm going to make you eat
me. Just like I did to those worthless men I killed." Karen boasted as she
continued to disrobe.

"Dream on, bitch." Angie replied. Her eyes fixated on Karen's big juicy
melons.

"Yeah, they're bigger than yours plus they are real."

Angie couldn't take any more and hit the blonde with one of her vicious jabs.
Karen, now totally naked, retaliated with a wild right and missed. The taller
girl was too fast and too skilled. This series of events repeated one, two,
three times. Finally, with her lip bleeding, the busty blonde changed tactics
and charged.

It was what Angie had been hoping for. But when it came, the tall brunette
kicked a fraction of a second too slow. The stout policewoman moved with
surprising speed for her size. She hit her naked opponent and knocked the
taller girl over backwards.

Jack readied the pistol. He had no intention of allowing Karen to pummel his
new love and he knew first hand what the powerful blonde could do. Things
looked bad for Angie as she lay on her back with her legs spread. Karen knelt
just in front of her, poised to strike. Jack tightened his finger on the
trigger and prepared to fire.

Without warning Angie left foot came out of nowhere and struck the blonde
across the face. The blow stunned Karen. The brunette used the opportunity to
get to her knees and confront her foe.

"I'm going to kill you now." Angie swore, looking down at the shorter woman.
She had advanced so close that their two breasts touched in a very provocative
way.

Karen replied by spitting blood in Angie's pretty face. The brunette savagely
grabbed the policewoman's throat and started to squeeze. The blonde fell back
under the assault and wrapped her thick thighs around Angie's naked body. Her
legs threatened to cut the slender girl in half.

The female gladiators stayed locked in this position for almost a minute. Jack
watched in horror as his partner slowly got the upper hand. Angie's supple
body weakened and Karen finally ripped the taller girl's hands from her
throat. The blonde punched her brutally in the face and Angie slumped to the
ground.

Gasping for air, Karen slowly disengaged from her unconscious foe. She looked
over at Jack.

"We are a mess, aren't we?" The girl said as she started to crawl towards her
partner.

"Don't move. I'll shoot." He claimed.

"You wouldn't shoot an unarmed girl. Look I'm not even wearing any clothes."
Karen said, as she sat back for a second to show him just how naked she really
was.

"Not one more step." Jack cried. He had never actually shot anyone before. His
hand wavered.

A couple more feet, Karen thought. Then she could disarm him and finish this
unpleasantness. The girl leaned forward and started to move.

"Hutch, I won't hurt you any ... ."

Bang! It was all over. He put a slug right between her eyes.

Jack struggled to stand. He felt nauseous but steeled his nerves. Angie needed
him. He walked over to check her pulse but she stirred at his touch. Shaking
off the effects of Karen's punch, Angie slowly stood up with his help.

"What happened?" she asked but already knew the answer. Her living room was a
gory mess.

"Your not just a fitness instructor, are you?" Jack asked.

"No, I'm not." The naked goddess walked over to a cupboard and yanked out a
pouch. Out of which she pulled an ID card. She walked over and handed it to
the detective.

"Wanda James, undercover agent for the DEA."

"Wow. Well that explains a couple of things."

"And now I have to leave. You guys have wrecked 6 months of work for me. Well,
who would have guessed my boyfriend would get whacked by a psycho cop? Give me
15 minutes before you call your buddies." Angie explained with a dry
dispassionate voice.

Jack grabbed her arm as she started to walk upstairs. "You're not going
anywhere. You have to give a statement at least."

"I can't Jack. If someone figures out who I am and somebody will, people will
die. The mob has more informants on the police rolls than we do. Now let go of
my arm."

"Sorry, Ang, I mean Wanda, you have to give a statement. Nobody will believe
me ... "

Pow. The goddess blasted him on the chin with a perfect right hook. Jack fell
back on the couch, out cold. She bent down and kissed him tenderly on the
lips.

"Sorry officer, but I don't have time for this right now. Thanks for saving me
from your crazy friend. I'll stop by in a year or two and make amends. I
promise." The goddess said before running upstairs. She disappeared five
minutes later.