When the Master Comes: Speed Trap Part II

Susan hated this job. She’d come back to town, answering the call, only to find out that the main reason the station was calling for female cops was that the fat pig of a police chief was under a court order to hire more females—and somehow, most of the ones he hired were like her and Beatrice—big titted, although Beatrice beat her in that department.

And it wasn’t like there was a lot of crime in their little town, so the Chief put half the police force on ‘traffic duty’ which meant looking for ways to ticket people, since half the money went into his pockets.

“He was doing fifty, right as he entered the zone,” Beatrice said. The stacked rookie glanced over at Susan. “Are we gonna…”

‘Yes.” She said, hitting the lights. The car in front of them was a late model, probably some rich guy who was going for a drive and got lost. They’d pull him over, and then offer him the choice of getting ticketed and paying it here, or getting his car impounded and paying a lot more.

Some day, Susan knew, they’d pick on someone with more money than patience, and the town would get sued—but that was the chief’s problem, not hers.

“Okay, Beatrice, stay behind me,” Susan said. Beatrice nodded as the car slowed to a halt, pulling over to the side of the road.

Susan pulled the cruiser over to it, and got out, standing up and checking her belt as Beatrice did the same, her shirt just this side of too small for her jugs.  Hopefully, they hadn’t just stopped a wanted murderer who figured that they were there to arrest him instead of shaking him down for some cash.

She walked up to the car, the gravel crunching with each step she took. Whoever was inside had lowered the window, and Susan paused before she headed on up.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m afraid you were exceeding the speed—“ Then she looked down and hver voice trailed off.

There was a man looking up at her.

No. A man.  For a moment, Susan couldn’t actually tell the color of his eyes. They stared at her, through her.

“Is there a problem, Ma’am?” he asked.

“I… I…uh…” She looked again, as he looked up at her, and her eyes fell to his firmly muscled body, obvious even under his suit. “I  mean…” She took a deep breath. “Um, yes, Sir, could you get out of the car? I need to check yo-I mean, to talk about your speeding.”

“Of course, Ma’am.”

Officer. I should tell him to call me officer… She shivered. But she didn’t say anything as he got out of the car and Goddamn he was big. Susan wasn’t short, but she just about came up to his shoulder, being forced to look up at him, and then get lost in those… what color were his eyes?

“You were here to do something?”

“Ah, right, yes!”

*****

To use the power of magic you must gain power first. For desire is power, and dominion is the most glorious power.

He’d read that in the book. He’d learned it, and used it.

And both cops were gleaming with an aura of…

Submission. Mark didn’t smile. Because he had to tease it out of them. He couldn’t just make them his. No tantric mage could. You had to entice, tempt… reward while harvesting the Power.

“So,” he said, looking down at the first cop. “What’s your name? It’s polite to tell people your name.”

She glanced away from him, or tried to, but moments later, her eyes were staring into his, wide blue eyes trapped by his.

“I—ah, Offic—I mean, Susan.”

“Very good Susan. What about your shy friend?”

“Beatrice! Come here!” The other girl walked forward, her tits jiggling with every step. “Now, ah, sir, you were speeding.”

“I was?” Mark raised his eyebrow. “Maybe I heard that there were two beautiful women in town and I couldn’t wait to meet them.”

Susan blushed, and Mark felt a trickle of power. He put it into his voice, using it as the book said, weaving the first spell.

Hear my words, let them come into you. Know the pleasure of obedience…

Both girls fell silent as they stared at him, then shook their heads simultaneously, irritated horses with a fly buzzing around, whispering words into their ears.

“Um, yes, but regardless, we have a strict, zero-tolerance policy regarding speeding.”

“Oh, I see…” Mark said in an amused voice. “It must be very rewarding to protect the safety of the town. How much is the ticket.”

“Ah… 350 dollars.” The woman licked her lips. “If you want, we could process it here, but if you wish a court hearing, the car would have to be impounded for the duration.”

“And how long is that?” Mark let his eyes roam over her body. From the way her breath caught, she realized what he was doing. But she said nothing. Beatrice was just staring at him, saying nothing.

“Normally a trial is held on the weekend.”

“And how much is the impound fee?”

“Two hundred dollars a day—non-refundable.”

“Ah, so it would be better for me to pay you now.” Mark nodded. “But that would deprive me of your delightful companionship.”

“I—what?”

“A few days won’t hurt me monetarily, and you can keep my vehicle safe.” Mark stared at Susan, and this time, when Susan tried to break his gaze…she couldn’t. She stared at him, blue eyes wide. “After all, isn’t that the duty of police?” he pressed his will against her, the magic only he could sense swirling around them. “After all, the police must submit to the law…”

“Sub… submit,” Susan said. Behind her, Mark could see the indentations of Beatrice’s nipples, pressing into the fabric of her shirt. Deep within them, below even the level of conscious recognition, he could feel the desire to submit.

His cock twitched.

But not yet. To harvest this particular bounty would take a little time.

“Yes,” he said. Then he looked down at Susan, held her eyes. “After all, haven’t you ever wondered what it might be like to be on the other side? To submit? To have a pair of cuffs put on you, binding you? Making you… submit?”

“I… I…”

“It would be an experience,” Mark said. He could feel the threads of his influence, and both girls would break free if he tried any more.

But he had planted the seeds. Which was good because the reserves he’d gained from his study were gone. There was only so much you could gain by studying one-handed, after all.

“But you are very busy!” Mark said, finally. “How about if you fine ladies lead me to the impound lot where you can take my car into custody and then point me to the room I had rented? Also, if you have any idea of where to eat, I’d be grateful…

Susan pulled back, shaking her head in confusion. “Yes, I… right, please get in your car sir, and follow us.”

“Of course.” Behind Susan, Beatric was staring at Mark… and one hand lightly fingering the handcuffs on her equipment belt.

She saw him, blushed deeply, and turned away.

Very good, Mark thought as he got into the car. He felt the connection, and their arousal was slowly filling his trantric reserves. Like so many women, they had a deep part of them that, as much as they denied it, craved submission.

And soon Mark would give them what they needed.