The Garden of Earthly Delights
By Torrent
Chapter 1: The Policeman is Our Friend
It figured that Fred Malins would be the one to cause trouble. He had a drinking
problem, had been suspended twice for using excessive force, and was rumored to
enjoy beating up whores down in Delta-City's rougher neighborhoods.
"So, here's the mighty Ms. Americana, riding a desk, just like me," he said, on
her first day on the job at the Criminal Investigation Division's prostitution
unit.
"Yeah, I got tired of cleaning up this town single-handed and decided to give
ordinary cops like you a shot at it," she said, sitting on the edge of his desk.
"Well, maybe not quite like you. I'm talking about police officers, not
bullies."
"My reputation precedes me," he said.
"Yeah, I heard you were a real asshole."
"Well, that's okay, baby. I don't like the idea of working with you any more
than you like the idea of working with me."
"How would you know?" she said. "You have no idea how much I dislike it."
Malins shrugged. "I don't give a flying fuck. I'm not looking to be liked."
He stood up. He was a big, red-faced man.
"I just want to be loved," he said, grabbing his crotch and leering at her.
"Pull it out, Malins, and let me have a look," said MA. "I hear it's as skinny
as a night crawler and as short as a maggot. Perfect for baiting a hook ！ if
you're going after something minnows."
Malins' face got even redder.
"Take off that magic belt of yours, sweetie, and let's go outside and see what
you think of my dick after I beat you senseless and stick it in your pussy."
Lieutenant Hyde walked in and caught the last few words.
"Now, now, girls. No quarrelling. We're one big happy family here at Hooker
Central. Malins, don't you have work to do?"
Malins grunted and sat back down at his desk.
"Ms. A, your work station is over here. Your log-on is 'Superhero.' You can
come up with your own password."
"Thank you, lieutenant," said MA. "Just one small point. I'm a woman, and I'm
proud of it. Shouldn't my log-in be 'Superheroine'?"
"Or Superslut," muttered Malins.
MA spun around, leaped over Malins' desk and landed on top of him. His chair
tilted backward and they tumbled together onto the floor. MA had landed three
punches before Hyde could pull her away. Malins lay sprawled on the floor, blood
gushing from his mouth. He was out cold.
# # #
"She's got an anger problem," said Commissioner Stepford.
"Of course she's angry," said Dr. Markham. "Malins provoked her. And he's not
the only one. The day before, during orientation, officers made clucking noises,
like chickens, when she walked through the hallways. The message was clear: They
think she's scared to be back on the streets."
"She told you this?" Stepford said.
"No. She hasn't complained, and I admire her for it. I heard about this from a
female detective who witnessed the abuse, and from a couple of secretaries."
"Well, provoked or not, her behavior is unacceptable," said Stepford. "We bust
ordinary cops for assaulting other officers. Just because she's a superhero
doesn't mean the rules don't apply to her."
"You've always hated her, haven't you?" Markham said. "You're jealous because
she gets all the attention. It's 'Ms. Americana nabs drug kingpin,' not
'Delta-City police break big case.'"
Stepford frowned. "You feminists really stick together, don't you? Well, you're
just plain wrong about my feelings toward Ms. Americana. I admire her. I'm
grateful for all she's done for Delta-City and this police force. And I'm very
sympathetic to her after all she's been through. But maybe after all she's been
through, she needs a long vacation. Not a desk job, a real vacation. Away from
crime . . . ."
"And away from the press?" Markham said icily.
"Interpret it any way you want, she's out of here," Stepford said angrily.
"She's fired. She will no longer have access to headquarters. She will no longer
have access to our case files. If she wants to be a superhero, she can do it on
her own time. And that's final!"
Meanwhile, six floors below, in the basement of the Delta-City Police
Department, MA was already cleaning out her locker.
"So you're finally checking out."
MA looked up. It was a young, blond officer who had clucked at her in the
hallway the day before. Two other men stood behind him. All three were big and
muscular.
"That's right," she said. "I'm checking out. Maybe I'll open a private detective
agency. Free-lancing might be fun." She tried to sound nonchalant.
"We heard about Malins."
"Yeah, what did you hear?"
"We heard you beat him up pretty good. I guess he had it coming. He's a bully.
But aren't you a bully, too? I mean, you've got that belt to protect you. You're
too chicken to fight without it."
"And now you're even scared to go back on the street with it," said one of the
other cops.
MA's face flushed. "So you think I'm chicken, huh? Well, maybe you just don't
know what I went through recently."
"Sure, we do," said the blond. "Word has gotten out, Superslut. We heard you got
yourself fucked by a pack of horny dogs."
"And got some kind of electric dildo shoved up your pussy," said another.
"And begged for more," said the third. "Ain't that what you heard, Sam?"
"Yeah," said the blond cop. "That's what I heard."
"What do you want?" MA said. Her voice quavered, as if she was on the verge of
tears. "Why are you trying to humiliate me?"
"Take off your belt," Sam said. He looked directly into her eyes. "Take it off.
I promise these other men won't help me. It'll be just you and me."
MA hesitated, then slipped her hands behind her waist. There was a click, and
then she was holding the belt in one hand. "Is this what you want?" she asked.
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed her arms from behind, and Sam hit her
hard in the stomach. She bent over, gasping for breath.
The man in back of her let her go and grabbed the belt. It was Malins. One eye
was bandaged shut, and his lips were puffy from MA's punches. He smiled as she
fell to the floor. Three of his front teeth were missing.
They beat her for a while, then they forced her to suck them off. Malins was
last.
"Here's the little worm you talked about, birdie," he said. He pulled out an
enormous prick. "Suck it til I cum, bitch, then swallow it."
She wept as she sucked him off.
When they had finished, they tied her up, stuffed into her locker and closed the
door.
"What about her belt?" Malins asked.
"Better give it to me," said Sam. "If she files a complaint, the first place
they'll search will your apartment."
The door of MA's locker rattled.
"Shut up in there," one of the men yelled. "Shut the fuck up or we'll fill the
locker full of pepper spray."
The rattling stopped, but they opened the door and sprayed her anyway. Then they
locked her back in and left. They could hear her rasping screams all the way to
the elevator.
# # #
Markham was nervous. She always was when she had to deal with Dr. Richard
Bohner, head of the Delta-City Clinic. He was a good administrator, everyone
said. But as far as she was concerned, he was a misogynistic prick.
A buzzer sounded. Bohner's secretary smiled blandly and said, "You can go in
now."
Bohner had a huge corner office with a great view of the city center to the
north and the heavily forested Serendipity Park to the east. He sat behind a
curved, teakwood desk.
"Something wrong, Rita?" he asked. He didn't bother to get up.
"Yes, something is very wrong," she said. "There was a fracas of some sort at
police headquarters today. Commissioner Stepford . . . ."
"Yes, I know. Stepford has fired your hyper-athletic friend. He called me a few
minutes ago."
"Did he tell you about how some of the cops have been riding her? Ridiculing
her? Trying to provoke her?"
"Trying?" said Bohner. "More than just trying. They evidently succeeded quite
nicely."
"Yes, she blew up, and she shouldn't have. But I think she needs to stay on the
job in order to recover from her ordeal. Idleness would be the worst possible
thing for her."
"And what do you want from me?" he asked.
"You and Stepford are on good terms. I want you to ask him to reinstate her.
I'll work on anger management with her. Everything will be fine."
"Really?" Bohner said. He smiled. "If everything's going to be fine, why was Ms.
A just found jammed into her locker with a mouthful of cum?"
Markham turned pale. "What . . . I hadn't heard."
"Yes, it seems she must have gotten into a bit of a tiff with some of her fellow
law enforcers. Or maybe she voluntarily gave them a blow job. In any event,
she's on the way here in an ambulance."
"How could . . . what happened to her belt? Why didn't it protect her?"
"She must have taken it off," said Bohner. His grin now had a hint of
lasciviousness. "Maybe she wanted to be roughed up a little. Isn't that what you
warned us about?"
Tears filled Markham's eyes. "You bastard," she whispered. "You're enjoying
this."
"Just between us, I certainly am," said Bohner, "I'll deny ever saying it, of
course, but I think I can be candid with you. I despise this so-called
superhero. Two years ago, after a thug in a delivery truck shattered her left
tibia, this clinic put her leg back together. And did we get a word of thanks
from Ms. Arrogance? Not one. And when she and her bubble-headed sidekick Flag
Girl got knocked up by those mutant plants, who delivered and disposed of the
monstrous offspring? Who repaired their overstretched wombs and vaginas? This
clinic. And again, not one word of acknowledgment from her."
"So, you want to see her hurt and humiliated because she doesn't send thank-you
notes," said Markham. "That's sick."
"No, that's just the way the world works. What goes around, comes around. Now,
if you'll excuse me, I've got a medical emergency to deal with downstairs."
He took a wooden box from his desk and headed for the door. Markham grabbed his
sleeve.
"Ms. Americana? You're going to treat her? You haven't practiced medicine in
years."
"Well," he said, "maybe it's time for me to freshen up my skills."
# # #
At Bohner's instructions, MA was taken directly from the emergency room to a
special unit in the basement. Markham tried to accompany him, but was barred by
two tough-looking security officers.
"I want Big Betty," Bohner snapped to the nurse who stood next to the gurney on
which MA lay semi-conscious.
"I think I can handle this," said the nurse.
"I don't care what you think. Get Betty down here ！ fast."
MA had been moved from the emergency room gurney to an examining table. She was
completely nude, except for her mask. Bohner removed it and put it in his
pocket. Then he pulled up one of her eyelids. The eyeball was red and the pupil
was dilated. Her left cheekbone was swollen and so were her lips. He pulled them
back and checked her teeth. They were all intact.
"Was she conscious when you got there?" Bohner asked the EMS technician, a
chunky man in his thirties.
"Yeah, sort of."
"Did she say what happened to her?"
"Naw," said the technician. "She talked, but she didn't make any sense. I think
she was hysterical."
"No broken bones?" Bohner asked, running his hands over her body.
"I don't think so, sir. But she hasn't been to X-ray yet."
Bohner's right hand slid down her belly and followed the curve down between her
legs. She moaned softly.
"Well, at least one part of her is responsive," said Bohner. The technician
laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess so."
Bohner pressed three fingers against her vulva, then slid his middle finger into
her vagina. Her pelvis began to push upward, so that his finger slipped in even
farther.
"Naughty, naughty, Ms. A," he said in a low voice. "Even when you're
semi-conscious, you act very much like a slut."
The door opened and a woman in slacks and a loose-fitting white blouse entered.
She could have been MA's big sister. She was an inch over six feet tall and
appeared to weigh at least 180 pounds. Despite her size, the masculine cut of
her jaw, and a nose that clearly had been broken more than once, she was a
beautiful woman. She had dark, wavy hair, striking blue eyes, full, sensual lips
！ and an ample bosom that her blouse couldn't completely hide.
"I'm glad to see you, Betty," said Bohner. "I'm going to need your help."
"Who's the slut on the slab?" Betty asked.
"You don't recognize her?"
"No. Should I?"
Bohner laughed. "Yes, I think you should. Look closer."
Betty leaned over MA.
"She's pretty," she said. "Great body. I kinda think I've seen her before."
"Step aside. Maybe this will help," Bohner said. He bent over MA, and Betty
couldn't see what he was doing.
When he stepped back, Betty said, "No shit! I should've guessed it."
Bohner had put on MA's mask.
"So what's wrong with Her Superness?" Betty asked.
"Nothing that a little discipline and instruction can't correct. She has what
Markham calls an 'anger' problem. I think she's rattled and scared and has
totally lost control of herself."
"So this isn't a nursing job?" Betty said. Technically, she was chief nurse in
the psych unit, where her size, strength and intimidating presence came in
handy. But she was also available for other, more specialized jobs that Bohner
and the medical center board felt needed doing.
"No, not nursing. At least, not in the usual sense. We're going to take her out
in the country, to Moulton's place. It's comfortable and private, and it has . .
. well, let's just say it has the facilities we need."
"Yeah, I know," said Betty. "You forget, I've been there. Remember, you sent me
there when Mr. Moulton wanted to be flogged by a woman with big tits and big
deltoids."
"Oh, yes," said Bohner, blushing slightly. "That's right. Well, then, you won't
need any orientation. Let's get her packed up."
Betty reached down and cupped her hand around MA's right breast. "It's a beaut,"
she said.
"Yes, and it ！ and so much more ！ will soon be yours to play with."
