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Bible Black: Training Days

Part Three: Procedures

Early the next morning, a car pulled alongside the curb on a deserted, still-dark city street. The passenger door opened and a girl stumbled out. She was buxom, auburn-haired and very drunk. She tried to steady herself on her feet once she was on the curb, but a couple of things were making that an impossible task. The drunkenness was one of them. The other was a need to piss so pronounced she couldn�t walk straight. She was frantic for a bathroom. She�d wanted to go back at the club, but the line for the Ladies� Room had been so long she would have wet the floor if she�d waited, so she�d convinced her boyfriend to take her home, hoping against hope she could hold it till they got to her apartment. Now that they were halfway there, her body was steadily betraying her, and she�d begged her boyfriend to stop the car when she felt herself starting to wet the seat. �I can�t hold it�� she whined as she scanned the block, looking desperately for a convenience store or something that might be open and might have a bathroom she could use.
�Shit,� her boyfriend said as he got out of the car on the driver�s side. He was just as drunk as his date, but not so drunk he couldn�t appreciate the sight of her desperation. She had long legs, big tits, and was wearing a black mini-dress and leggings. She was walking away from him in her searching, giving him a good view of her trembling, creamy thighs and glimpses of her black lace panties when she bent over. The best part were the drops of piss falling from between her quivering legs that he could just make out glistening in the light of a nearby street lanp. He had been semi-hard ever since she whined about having to pee, but now he might have to take care of himself right there. He stared at her and touched his dick through his pants, trying to will her to wet herself completely.
He got his wish. �I�m going to peeeee�!� She whined, then she ran to the streetlight and held onto it and spread her legs. Piss exploded from her panties with a loud psssh and splattered on the curb, then it streamed from her for several seconds. She sighed with relief as the stream died down to several trickles and then just to a couple, but it was a full minute before she had control of her body again.
Her boyfriend got to see the whole thing. It had been like that American movie with the welding dancer, but instead of the bucket of water falling on the hot chick, it fell out of the hot chick. All of the piss glistened in the glow of the street lamp. It was hot as hell - too hot to just ignore. �That does it�� he muttered to himself, then he started over to the girl and unzipped his pants.
The girl didn�t notice. She simply stood there, bent over and holding the lamppost, legs apart, panties dripping, and so relieved to have had her piss she was completely oblivious to how inviting a target she was making. She did get an inkling when she felt hands reaching for the straps of her panties. �What the fuck�?� she slurred when she felt them being pulled down. Then she felt something solid and warm pressing against her pussy while hands braced themselves on her hips, and what few brain cells of hers that were still functioning managed to make her say, �No, dammit! Not here! Someone will see!�
�They already saw you piss,� he said. �Now let�em see you fuck.� It made perfect sense to him, but he�d no intention of debating the logic either way. He simply took aim and fired his cock into his girlfriend�s pussy. She gasped loud enough for the Russians on Kamchatka to hear it. �Shit,� he said as he began fucking her in earnest, �if you don�t want people to see, don�t wake�em up by being so fucking loud.�
She couldn�t help herself. One of her boyfriend�s few redeeming qualities was that he was an amazing fuck even when he was dead drunk. His cock hit her pussy at just the right spot over and over again and it was making her crazy. She gasped with every thrust, lost in the rhythm of sex. She had wet the street and her legs with piss before. Now she was wetting his dick and both their legs with her love juices, which splashed out of her with every stroke.
�Shit, you�re tight�!� he grunted. One of the girl�s few redeeming qualities was that she managed to keep her pussy tight, even though he knew for a fact that she was no virgin. He figured she must exercise it somehow, which probably explained why she could squeeze him so fucking hard every time he put his cock in her. �Shit,� he grunted again, �I�m gonna come��
�Please�� she begged, �..not inside�pull it out�!�
�Too late.� He grunted one more time and held his cock so deep in her that their thighs were mashed together. The girl could feel the organ pulse as it pumped scads of hot sperm into her.
�You asshole!� She yelled when he relaxed. �I told you not to come inside! Now I have to douche! I�ll probably get pregnant before you get me home!�
�Not a problem,� he slurred. His drunken mind had a solution for that too. He was still inside her, but his dick had softened just enough so he could pull it off. With a little effort, he relaxed his bladder and shot a stream of piss into her cunt.
�Nooo!� She screamed. �Don�t piss in me, you idiot!� She wriggled and tried to force him out of her, but she was too drunk and he was too strong, so she winced and squeezed and tried to force the piss back out, but that didn�t work until he finally pulled out of her, leaving the girl to squirt his cum and more piss into the puddle she�d just made. �Idiot, idiot, idiot!� She screamed. �That�s disgusting!� She heard him chuckle for few seconds, then he grunted and she felt something warm and wet fall on her back. �Ungh! Did you just come again on my back?�
She wanted to straighten up and turn around, but the person that had followed them from the club was too quick. The girl suddenly felt herself being pulled up by the hair, and before she could scream the blade that had just killed her boyfriend was slashing across her throat.

�Wake up,� someone was saying.
It was later in the morning, and the sound of someone telling him to wake up had made Yuge do just that, forcing him out of the pleasant dream he was having.
�Wake up!� The voice said again. This time it was accompanied by a hand shaking his shoulder. He fought the urge to tell the voice and hand to go to hell.
�It�s time for you to wake up!� The voice said, and suddenly Yuge�s brain caught up and recognized the voice and hand. He groaned and rolled over and forced one eye open. Sure enough, he saw Imari�s smiling face mere inches away from his own.
�Kurumi-chan,� he groaned, �what are you doing?�
�I�ve decided that I�m going to be your alarm clock every morning,� Imari said, �and I�m going to be ready to go the minute you are, so you don�t have to worry about me.�
�Huh?� Yuge said. He blinked and forced both eyes back open. Again, sure enough, Imari was already in her uniform. As soon as he realized this, Yuge�s eyes were naturally drawn to the opening in the blouse. He covered his eyes with a hand and barked, �Straighten up!�
Imari straightened and stood at attention. �Yes, sir!� she called out.
Yuge sighed. If she�s going to do this every morning, I�m going to have to learn how to avert my eyes better. �You do realize I have a perfectly good alarm clock sitting right there on the night table�� He checked the clock as he said it. Was it that early?
�Oh, but every good man should have a pretty girl to help him get started every day,� Imari said, ��at least, that�s what I think, so I wanted to be the girl that helps you�� - She suddenly got very bashful - ��but, if you don�t want me to, I understand.�
�It�s all right,� Yuge said, resigned to his fate. �Now get out and let me get dressed.�
�Okay,� Imari said. She turned and left his bedroom, presumably to make them breakfast.
Yuge couldn�t help but smile when she was gone. He was glad to see that some of the enthusiasm that she had had yesterday had returned. She might do well in the job after all.

Imari�s second day of menial service began as soon as they reached the office and was just as hectic, but today Imari was almost able to keep up with the work. She prioritized and compromised, and soon found ways to complete every task. She still didn�t feel like she was learning anything, but she was doing the job she had been given and was in greater spirits than she had been yesterday.
At one point in the day Imari returned to Yuge�s office to find Yuge in a meeting with someone. It was a woman, with a shapely figure barely hidden by a black mini-dress and suit jacket, and short, green hair and glasses. She kind of reminds me of Mika, Imari thought, but her hair is too light a shade. Imari put the thought out of her mind and placed the copies she�d made on Yuge�s desk. �I had a few problems with the copier,� she said to him, �but I made all the copies you asked for and refiled the original.�
�Very good, Kurumi-chan,� Yuge said. He indicated the woman sitting across from his desk. �Kurumi Imari, I�d like you to meet Junko Mochida.�
Imari turned to her, smiled and bowed. �It�s a pleasure to meet you, Mochida-san.�
Mochida nodded and smiled. �It�s a pleasure to meet you, Kurumi-chan.� Mochida lowered her glasses to get a good look at the girl. �Oh, my. Yuge-san, you didn�t tell me your protégé was this sexy.�
Imari squirmed a little and blushed at the scrutiny. �Thank you�� she whispered.
Yuge went on as if he hadn�t heard Mochida. �Kurumi-chan, Mochida-san is a Special Prosecutor for the prefectural government. She�s cleared to follow our investigations and will prosecute the suspects we arrest in special courts.�
�Oh,� Imari said, �is that how it works?�
�Yes,� Mochida said. �I�ve read the file on your particular case, Kurumi-chan.�
�You have?� Imari was suddenly nervous.
�It�s all right. I know you couldn�t help any of the things you�ve done. I was just wondering how you were doing.�
Imari relaxed a little. �I�m fine. Yuge-san has helped me a lot, and being here is helpful, too. I�m proud to be part of Tokken�even though I�ve only been doing office work so far.�
Mochida smiled. �You�ll be able to do the work you want eventually, but right now everyone must start somewhere, and you should be glad that you�re at least doing your part to make everything work smoothly for the investigators.�
�Right! I understand. Thank you, Mochida-san.�
�You�re welcome, dear.� She checked her watch. �I have to go, Yuge. Anyway, I�ll be expecting the district police to be turning over that serial murder case any time now, so I want you to let me know when they do so I can get right on it, okay?�
�I will. One of my friends at the precinct let me know it could be as early as today. I�ll give you a call when I have official word.�
�Good,� Mochida said as she stood up. She turned to Imari. �Again, a pleasure to meet you, Kurumi-chan,� she said with a slight bow.
Imari bowed deeply. �Yes! Thank you again, Mochida-san, and please have a good day.� Imari watched Mochida leave, then turned to Yuge. �Um, a serial murder case? There have been serial murders?�
�Nothing you need concern yourself with,� Yuge said. �Right now I need you to go to the lab and get the results for the active cases and get them to the appropriate investigators.�
Imari sighed. �Yes, sir.�

At lunchtime Imari was faced with the same problem she�d had yesterday. At least she was managing to hold it, but today there was a new wrinkle. Thanks to the damage she and Sho had done upstairs, all the female investigators were using the Ladies� Room one floor down. When she got there, Imari found all the stalls occupied, so she stood in front of the middle one holding her ass and crotch and squirming like a little girl. Hurry up, she thought, hurry up in there! Please! I�m going to wet myself again! It seemed like the occupant had heard her. There was a flush, then the door to the stall unlocked and opened. Imari thought she was the luckiest girl in the world at that point�
�until she saw who was coming out of the stall. �Sho-san!�
Noriko Sho blinked, then grinned evilly as she ogled Imari�s desperate form. �Hello, Kurumi-chan,� she breathed.
This could be a very volatile situation if handled improperly, so Imari tried her best to be respectful. �Thank you for coming out so promptly. May I please use that toilet?� She bit her lower lip and begged Sho in her mind to get out of the way.
�You�re thanking me?� Sho said. �I didn�t come out for you. I was just done. And you say you want to use the toilet?� Imari nodded. �This toilet here?� Imari nodded again. Sho smiled and stood in the middle of the doorway. �Well, why should I let you do that?�
Imari gasped. �Please, Sho-san! I can�t hold it anymore!�
�I can see that. That�s not what I meant. I meant, what do I get out of letting you use my toilet?�
Imari groaned. She didn�t have time for these games, but it seemed the occupants of the other stalls were content on letting Sho-san play with her instead offering any help. �What do you want?�
�Well, I don�t want you to use my toilet. I want you to use the floor, out here, in front of me.�
�I can�t!� Imari said. �Please don�t make me!�
Sho took a step toward her and said, �Look, Kurumi-chan, you�ll either go on the floor now, or I�ll stand in front of this stall and wait until you go in your pants a few seconds from now. I win either way. Which solution would you prefer?�
Someone in another stall actually giggled. Imari felt like crying again, but she wouldn�t give Sho the satisfaction. Of course, she really didn�t have a choice, so she lowered her head and whispered, �All right�I�ll do as you ask.�
�Turn around first,� Sho said with glee.
Imari turned so that her back was to Sho and raised her skirt and lowered her panties. She crouched down and relaxed her body. Piss sprayed from her pussy and started to create a wide puddle with a loud splash. A second later, Imari grunted and a thick log of shit escaped from her ass and coiled on the floor beneath her. Sho crouched down herself to get a good look at the young protégé relieving herself.
When Imari was done there was a pile of shit under her ass three inches high and a piss puddle that reached from the stall to the sinks. Imari was embarrassed as hell at what she had done, but at least her clothes had survived. �Is that all you wanted?� She asked Sho warily. Sho didn�t say anything. Imari wondered what was happening, but figured it out when she felt a hand on her shoulder and another hand wiping her pussy with tissue. When it was done there, the wiping hand used more tissue on her ass.
Then Sho spoke. �Do you feel better now?�
�I guess so,� Imari said.
�Then let that be a lesson. You can feel good in so many different ways if you do what Sho says. Many of the women in our division already know that, so now you know. Do you understand?�
Imari nodded. �Yes, I understand.�
�Very well. Now get up and get dressed.�
Imari stood up. Sho stood right behind her and helped her on with her panties and pulled down her skirt.
�Okay,� Sho said. �You can go now.�
�Oh, but I have to clean up��
�I�ll clean up the mess. I was just dying to watch you make it. Run along now.�
Imari sighed and did as she was told, carefully sidestepping the puddle she�d left. She left the bathroom at a brisk walk, thinking, Maybe I should just try and hold it all day�

In the hall she passed Junko Mochida. They exchanged hellos as they passed, and that might have been that, but Imari realized Mochida was headed for the Ladies� Room. Embarrassed, she felt she had to say something, so she called to Mochida and said, �I�m sorry, but I had an accident in there. I�m afraid I made a mess.�
�Really?� Mochida said. She opened the bathroom door and poked her head in. She came out a second or two later and said to Imari with a smile, �There�s nothing to worry about in here. You run along and get back to Yuge�s office, okay?� She went into the bathroom right after that.
Imari blinked. �Uh, yes�� she muttered before heading for the staircase.

The rest of the day unfolded much as yesterday�s had, though on the drive home Imari seemed much more willing to talk. �Mochida-san seems very nice. Have you known her long?�
Yuge didn�t look up from the case files he was reviewing. �Not really. She�s a relatively new prosecutor, but I�m told she has certain credentials that make her perfect for her position, and in the time I have known her she�s always done well for the division.�
�Oh. I think I did better today. Do you think I did better today?�
�Did you have another run-in with Sho-san?�
Imari gasped. She hadn�t expected a question like that. �Um�nothing I couldn�t handle.�
�Then you did fine. Remember, just keep treating the investigators with respect, and they�ll return the favor when you become an investigator someday.�
�Yes, sir.� She wasn�t exactly sure how much truth there was to that statement, but she wouldn�t know for sure until she became an investigator. She took a moment to glance at what Yuge was reading. �Is that the serial murder case?�
Yuge grunted in affirmation. �Five murders in two days. Three women, two men. The men were just killed, but the women were disfigured in each instance.�
�Oh. Do you think it�s demonic?�
�The police think it is. We won�t know for sure until it happens again and we can see the crime scene for ourselves.�
�Right. Um�can I see the case file?�
�You just stick to driving.�
�I mean when we get home.�
�And I mean, �you just stick to driving.� You�re not ready for a case like this yet.�
Imari sighed. �Yes, sir.� But when will I be ready?

Later that night, around midnight, two women left a bar and stood on the curb trying to find a cab to hail. �Let�s just drive, onee-chan,� the younger one whined.
�Neither of us is sober enough to drive, Little Sis,� Big Sister said. �and we�re not going to crack up my car trying.�
Little Sister grabbed her crotch through her leather pants and did a pee-pee dance. �But I can�t wait for us to find a cab!�
�Well, then, go back in the bar and wait on line if you want!�
�But I won�t last that way either!�
�Then we�ll just have to wait for a cab out here, won�t we?� It wasn�t that Big Sister was unsympathetic. She had to pee too, and they�d both decided that the bathroom line was too long to wait in the bar. It was just that Little Sister had been a wetting accident waiting to happen since they were kids. If she wasn�t already pissing her pants, it was usually just a matter of time until she was. Big Sister sighed. She�ll probably piss herself out here, and then the driver will never let us in the cab.

Little Sister was thinking the same thing. Now both her hands were squeezing her crotch and she alternated crossing one leg over the other every few seconds. She squeaked when she felt herself pee a small stream into her pants - stupidly she had chosen not to wear panties - and declared to Big Sister, �I can�t hold it anymore!� She then trotted away as best she could with her thighs locked together.
�Where are you going?� Big Sis said.
�I�m going to pee in the alley!� Little Sis said.
�You can�t do that! Peeing in public is illegal!�
Little Sis paused just long enough to turn to Big Sis and say, �Which is why people pee in alleys!� With that bit of logic dispensed, Little Sis dashed into the alley behind the bar. Big Sis sighed again, then decided she might as well go to jail with her sister if a cop happened by.
Big Sis walked into the alley in time to catch Little Sis squatting down and moaning in relief as she sprayed her piss onto the pavement. Big Sis smiled. Annoying or not, it was always fun to see her little sister flashing her slim ass while she �made sissy.� Little Sis caught her looking. �Stop staring,� she commanded. �I�m not your Barbie doll anymore.�
�Yes you are,� Big Sister said mischievously. �Mom and Dad had you for me to put make-up on and dress up and play with any way I like. You�ll always be my Barbie doll. Sometimes you�re even my Betsy Wetsy.�
�Fuck you,� Little Sister hissed, then she went back to relieving herself.
Big Sis shrugged and squatted down next to Little Sis. She raised her red leather miniskirt and lowered her panties to the tops of her red leggings. A second later she started pissing as well. The stream was more orderly than her sister�s, but she hadn�t had to go as badly.
A few moments later, Little Sis�s stream began to dry up. Big Sis took this as her cue to take liberties. She reached out with her near hand and cupped one of Little Sis�s ass cheeks, causing Little Sis to gasp. �Do you remember,� Big Sis said, �how I used to play with you before I went to college?� She rubbed the ass cheek and squeezed it once. �I�d love to play with you like that again.�
�Onee-chan,� was all Little Sis could say, while she thought, It�s about goddamn time! She�d only worn the leather pants and the handkerchief shirt and the no-underwear because it was what Big Sis liked, but they�d been at the bar practically all night and Big Sis had been such a prude. She hadn�t made one advance since they got there. Men had been all over them both, but the one person Little Sis had wanted attention from hadn�t even noticed her. Figures I had to almost piss myself to get you hot, freaky bitch! Her mind complained, but for her body the equation was much simpler: Big Sis is touching me; time to get ready! It did this by making Little Sis�s pussy squirt drops of love juice onto the street.
Big Sis grinned at this and moved her hand from Little Sis�s ass to her pussy. Two fingers went in immediately. They were the same two fingers Big Sis had used to take her sibling�s virginity all those years ago. Little Sis sighed at the memory and the sensation. �Let�s play,� Big Sis growled in her ear.
Then someone said else said, �Can we play too?�
The sisters tried to look around, but strong hands clamped over their mouths before they could turn their heads, and a second later knives were slashing at their throats. The hands over their mouths held fast, so they couldn�t scream as they bled to death from their necks.
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Training Days	By : Aquarius Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Games Views: 7371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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