Unclothed Moments of Carol
Carol grinned at the reflection in the mirror, her slender frame and high, small breasts were spotless, and completely natural. Her pubic hair was grabbed, and she tugged on it playfully. A little wetness began to form in her vagina.
But the reflection wasn't that of her body.
"So, that's what you did that morning," She mumbled under her breath as she looked around the off-limits room of the corpse on the floor.
"Carol, what do you think happened here?" Christian enquired, staring at his notepad, and having recently been promoted to CID in his sharp black suit.
Carol's gaze snapped back to the real world. She wore her suit jacket and pants, with her short black hair tied behind her ears. The sunlight peeked through the window, entering the bedroom of the slain young woman.
"I believe she was preparing for a secret rendezvous, judging by the clothing hanging on her wardrobe." She glanced at her junior detective.
"We're told she was strangled during sex, with her stockings removed during the act." Christian read from his notes, "Her ex-boyfriend came in for questioning, alone with no legal representative."
"So, let's talk to her ex-boyfriend." Carol turned back to the mirror and saw the dead woman again, this time in a pair of black briefs, a black suspender belt, but her stockings were draped around her neck, attempting to tighten them, causing some discomfort. Her other hand delved into her underpants, caressing her pussy, obviously enjoying tightened stockings.
"You poor girl, you didn't know the gravity of your actions," She whispered silently to the deceased, suspecting BDSM sex.
On the trip back to the station, Carol reviewed her notes. As a youth, her empathy made life challenging, if not downright difficult. She could instantly read what her date felt, leading to hasty dinners and a rapid visit to her place for sex. In her early police career, her empathic powers allowed her to read a suspect's thoughts, even lying ones. With maturity, Carol's abilities turned for the dark. Having just unearthed a rare form of psychic skill called psychometry, she could read the psychic resonance from a given object or crime scene. This ability also developed to a point where she could project emotions onto others. When questioned, these suspects became overwhelmed by guilt and remorse over their actions, but the effects only lasted in the interview room.
As she rose through the ranks, Carol gained fame, solving crimes like a TV detective in record time. In her personal life, she would project an intense sense of love onto an unwitting junior doctor or attorney, showering them with fine champagne and gourmet cuisine, before pleasuring them in bed. After, she would feel a lack of connection and find her partners unattractive.
While in the car, she stole a glance at her subordinate, a few years younger, with a well-toned body and a sharp, handsome face. Her mind wandered, and she imagined him on her bed, giving her incredible orgasms and then a sensual bath. However, her temptation became too strong for professional guidelines and could seriously jeopardize the investigation. She snapped to attention and refocused on her notepad.
"Did you find the stocking?" She asked, aware that if she touched it, she could read the psychic resonance and possibly see the killer's face.
Christian nodded, "Yes, ma'am. The stocking belonged to the victim, and she had worn the other one." Carol couldn't help smiling. Confident that she would solve this case quickly, she read over her notes again.
The forensic technician handed over the stocking to Carol, encased in a brown paper bag. Carol, wearing gloves, took the stocking and turned her back while Christian distracted the technician with questions. As she removed the glove on her right hand, she reached into the bag and came into contact with the stocking.
In an instant, Carol found herself transported to the bedroom of Beth Williams - a deceased girl. The girl was dressed in lingerie, her stocking around her neck while she frantically touched herself and moaned softly. Carol observed the scene as an invisible spectator. The girl's frantic rubbing built up to a staggering orgasm, her knees began to weaken, and she gained some instability. But Carol, still a witness, couldn't move. She took in her surroundings, realizing she was alone. What came next surprised her; she heard Beth orgasm loudly, and suddenly, she felt something.
She looked around and saw a figure enter the room. Her jaw dropped in amazement as Christian came in, embraced the girl, turned her around, and kissed her. As they kissed, Christian rubbed her bare breasts, and began to suck on her erect nipples. In a moment, he led the girl to the bed, unzipped his jeans, and showed her his rock-hard dick. The girl responded by enthusiastically sucking his dick, begging him to "Fuck me, with that big dick, and use my stocking to strangle me; please!" Carol heard her unnaturally, noticing the psychic impressions of the encounter, and not the actual situation. She was shocked as Christian plunged into her, his hands tightening the stocking around her throat, making her gasp.
Carol attempted to call out, but her voice was gone. She watched Christian have his way, forcing her into different sexual positions while the stocking remained tight around her neck. In a final indignity, he made her place her head on the carpet, reach behind, and spread her buttocks for him to penetrate. Beth gasped and panted, her face contorted with pain and arousal, her body rocked by the relentless pace of his thrusts. Carol watched as 'Christian' fucked her roughly, choking her with the stocking while the girl begged for it harder, clearly on the brink of her climax.
Suddenly, Carol noticed the shape of Christian begin to change. It was as if he were an old movie image, flickering and shifting. The shape transformed into one she knew all too well: her own. Her stomach sank as she watched her own ebony body, her chest uncovered, her small pointed breasts swaying with the movements of the male figure, her hands strangling the girl while 'she' mercilessly fucked her to death. The girl's life slowly left her body, and the figure became entirely black before turning and staring directly at Carol.
"See you soon, Copper!" The voice was sinister, like a snake - raspy and panting, echoing in her ears.
Carol snapped back to reality and pulled her hand from the stocking. With a jolt, she gathered herself. She had just experienced a shocking psychometric backlash, one that bordered on the supernatural. The killer was clearly someone who could mimic psychic resonance and create a fake environment. Worst of all, whoever it was would be impossible to catch.