It was 4 AM when Pandora was finally back to the Strip Joint. She had decided to do a quick patrol after she left the police precinct. It had been uneventful for the most part, except that she had been
personally attacked by four rapist. Of course, she had knocked them out, but to her it was an uncommon occurrence.
She remembered the middle aged man that the police had arrested earlier today. She would have never labeled such a shy guy as a
violent rapist. It was said that the silent men were often the most dangerous. But Pandora trusted her instincts, and those were
shouting at her that something was wrong here.
She was surprised to see someone waiting for her next to the door, with a thick folder folded under his arm.
"Sergent Orson! Well that's a nice surprise," the heroine commented with a smile. He grinned back at her, enjoying the view of Pandora's hot body and sexy curves.
"Unfortunately, I'm here on business," he replied, still unable to tear his eyes away from her buxom figure. Pandora noticed his eyes roam over her body and decided to give him a little show, curving her hips and shoulders to give him a better view. "Can we
talk?" he finally asked.
"Sure! Come inside. I'll get you some coffee." she replied as she opened the door and ushered him inside. He followed her to the kitchen where he put his folder on the table and opened it.
"I believe you noticed the man that was brought in for rape at the precinct," he started as she gave him a warm cup. "He's not the first one we bring in that doesn't correspond to the profile of your usual rapist. Here's a list of fifteen men with no precedent
of sexual aggression or any other kind of violence whatsoever that have been arrested for rape with aggravated injuries," he explained.
Pandora glanced at the files Orson gave her. She agreed with him. There was definitely something fishy going on. "Why come to me though? I'm sure there are enough cops to solve your case," she argued.
"Because this looks like the work of a telepath or someone with the power to control other people. We're already overwhelmed by ordinary criminals, super-freaks are too much for the police to handle alone. I could ask help from the feds, but they tend to get
a bit too messy and treat us honest cops like errand boys. Besides, the commish doesn't take it seriously. She thinks I'm overreacting," he replied with a grimace.
Pandora laughed heartily. "Well, it looks like you and I are going to have to deal with it on our own," she sighed loudly before she brightened up. "But first, I need a shower and a good night's sleep," she said seductively as she stood up and grabbed his tie.
"And I could definitely use a pair of strong hands to help me out, Sergent," she whispered in his ear before dragging him all the way to the bathroom.
Four times he had attempted to rape Pandora tonight, and four times he failed. As a ghost, Sir Rodshire could take over someone's body and make them do whatever he wanted. Tonight he wanted to taste the sweet squeals of pain and fear of a superheroine. He wanted
to hear Pandora moan and and see her squirm from the unwanted pleasure of a rough rape. But Pandora proved to be more than his hosts could handlle.
Sir Rodshire had found himself an empty rooftop to sulk on and think about his mistakes. He realized that he had failed to overpower Pandora because she was too strong.
He needed a new plan if he wanted to satisfy his desires.