Free The Profilers by Suzanne Steele

chair.
    “Now, spread your legs. That’s a good boy.” She reached in the large purse she had brought and grabbed two strands of rope, which, thankfully, she had the foresight to cut beforehand. She tied both of his ankles to the legs of the chair and Bobbie was fully restrained in no time.
    Reginald took a break from masturbating long enough to put a rock into the small pipe he now held in his hand and lit it. He sucked in, deeply inhaling the smoke that would give him the rush he craved. He watched with interest as the woman began massaging his friend’s cock with her delicate hand.
    “Gi-gi-give me some,” Bobbie stuttered due to being so sexually excited by what the woman was doing to him. “Su-suck my cock whi-while I hit this pipe,” he begged.
    She leaned down to take Bobbie’s hard cock into her mouth but it was Reginald she looked at while she licked and sucked. One hand pumped at the base of his engorged cock while the other lightly massaged his balls. She was clearly putting on a show in an effort to excite both men at the same time.
    “Ahh, fuck girl! That is hot watching you to do that to him,” Reginald groaned as he pulled at his own cock. He fisted it hard and pulled as he watched her sucking and licking at Bobbie’s cock. His friend’s dick was so hard that it looked like it might explode.
    She languidly licked at the man in the chair as if licking the drops off a melting ice cream cone. Reginald watched her mouth intently as his friend’s cock jumped in response.
    “Oh, that feels so good. Su-suck, please suck,” Bobbie groaned, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to push himself back between her lips. She flicked her tongue beneath the head, teasing him and watching Reginald as he stood up to get a better look at what she was doing to his friend. He was clearly mesmerized with watching her.
    She slowly took him back into her mouth, tightening her lips in a tight O shape as she bobbed up and down.
    Bobbie’s hips were frantically pumping now as his eyes rolled back in his head and his neck rested on the back of the wooden chair.
    “Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby, I’m going to come.”
    A bloodcurdling scream reverberated off the walls as she bit down and blood spewed from the man’s cock she had just teased to the point of almost climaxing.
    Reginald, who was pumping away and hard as rock only seconds ago, immediately went flaccid as he backed up in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing.
    The offender quickly jumped up before he could make an escape and pulled the gun from the back of her pants, stopping him cold. She spit in his face—a mixture of flesh, blood, and saliva that had him gagging and jumping back in revulsion. Still trying to wipe his best friend’s blood from his face, he never saw the bullet coming. She hit him right between the eyes.
    She quietly made her way over to her purse and retrieved a large plastic bag as she listened to the cries of the man still tied to the wooden chair. Tears ran down his face and his screams had now turned into pathetic little whimpers. She placed the plastic bag over his head and tightened it with her hands. She watched as his useless attempts to struggle became more futile. She looked intently into his eyes as they bulged and watched every moment until he breathed his last breath. Finally, the monster within her was sated.
     

     



Chapter Twenty One
    “I have never, in all my years of being a coroner, seen anything as horrifying as this. This is the most gruesome crime scene I have ever been privy to.”
    Agent Turner looked down at the dead man tied to the chair. He sat in a puddle of blood with a bag over his head and his genitals were hanging on by a thread.
    “I would have to agree, Herb.”
    “There have already been two uniforms who have run out of here just in time to puke out front. This is every man’s nightmare.”
    “You know, guys, I have a hard time believing that a fifty year old librarian brought these guys here and