Glock wasn't a weapon, a cock was. The power to create life, the power to rape, to penetrate. She became addicted to the power of the cock and suspended on pay she had nothing better to do. Before she unleashed it on Charles Bunt she wanted to unleash it on a real woman. She started attending the gay bars that she had forgotten about at the age of 30. While at one she met a slim but pretty Korean woman called Moon. She wore a sheer knit halterneck maxi dress, with a split that showed her toned legs and it highlighted her smaller breasts. The dress fit her light a glove fits a hand. She wore strapy black heels that showed her dainty feet and cute little toes.
She was with a white redhead friend. She moved around the room until she was talking to Moon. She enchanted Stacey, her body was slim but she had a full figure. Her jet black hair shone under the muted lights of the gay bar. Wearing sunglasses in a dimly lit bar with pumping bass heavy music she looked exotic She felt her pill endued cock fatten, at one stage she feared it would burst through the jeans she was wearing. She could see Moon's tits, nipples and all, either pressed into the knitted fabric or from the sides. The pills had corrupted Stacey's mind in the same way Charlie was turning into Charlene at strange times. Her mind was being poisoned by that of a predator.
Combined with her background and time at the FBI she had the lust of a serial rapist, she moved through this bar with her stone washed jeans, sneakers and knitted sweater. However she felt like a wolf in sheep's clothing. She started to talk to Moon, but she could remember what she said. Stacey remembered it in flashes, like Moon's laugh, her pulsing hard on or when she sprinkled a dose of ketamine into her drink. Not enough to knock her out but enough to make her suggestible. Her redhead friend Ginger something was wary of this she-wolf. But the spiked drink made Moon suggestible. Stacey could see Moon's nipples harden as she asked Asian beauty if she wanted to get out of her.
Dragging a drugged Moon with her to a hired limousine once she got Moon on in the back seat she hit the button for the privacy screen to go up. She whispered into Moon's ear: "I've got a strap on so real it might just knock you up."
She giggled with a hand over her mouth, maybe she was Japanese.
"It's okay, I am on the pill."
Stacey twisted Moon's arm behind her back and pushed her face first into the door. Stacey mounted Moon like a bull mounting a captive cow. She had no where to go, even if she wanted to. Stacey found a slinky black thong that she tore off of Moon as if it were made of wet tissue paper and then slipped it into a pocket of her jeans. Moon's breathing was already getting heavy. Stacey exposed her cock, parted Moon's thighs and slipped it into her.
"Hgh!" she squealed as the fat cock entered her pussy.
Automatically the walls of her slit enclosed what she thought to be strap on dildo. One toned leg, high heel still on, braced against the far door. her hands gripped the arm rest. Stacey gripped Moon by her thighs as her victim let out a moan of pleasure or pain, maybe both. She noticed that Moon had a cleft chin. Stacey looked down and started thrusting into Moon's pussy, building up a rhythm as her hips grinded Moon into the seat, the fabric squeaking as their bodies moved in time. Stacey noticed that the driver had lowered the privacy screen just enough to see them with the mirror. She smiled at the female driver and then mouthed "wanna join me?". The driver swiftly put the screen back up.
Stacey felt like God, she could do what the fuck she wanted. This slut was going to have her baby, she just knew it. She would be the first but definitely not the last. Moon moaned as she felt a crushing pressure on her hips, one leg had gone numb from the pressure and her chest felt like it was in a vice. Her head was now being pushed into the arm rest as Stacey increased her thrusts, becoming brutal and unforgiving.
"Ohhhhhh" Moon wailed.
Stacey became harder and faster reaching the point where she would deliver the baby batter, plant the seed, spark the creation of a new human life. Moon's head was being bashed into the arm rest and she was completely numb to what was happening, she just wanted it over. Stacey bit Moon on the neck, like a vampire, but more a mark. This woman, her womb, her life was now Stacey's property. She whispered into her ear: "You want a baby." over and over like a religious chant.
She shot a full load into Moon's vagina. Her cock flowed for about ten seconds in a solid stream of her jizz. Previously inert because it had nothing it hit could fall pregnant, now it was like fire and gasoline. Her compact tits bounced in the fabric of her dress, her left breast coming loose of the fabric. As she started had beads of sweat form on her forehead. Stacey hadn't even started breathing hard yet. Moon gripped the door handle for something to grab a hold of.
"FUCK!" Stacey roared like a bear.
"Uh...Oh...Uggggh..." Moon moaned as the heat of the sperm, from a dildo?, made her close her eyes and wince in pain.
It was all so crazy as she felt the pressure relax. She was sore all over and very tired. The woman who had just fucked her like a man pulled her dress back into place, pushed her exposed breast back and dragged her over to the far seat. Resting her head on her lap. Moon expected to find a cock, still hard but she found nothing. What the fuck had just happened to her? Stacey's cock had vanished after it had delivered it's load, Stacey though. Almost as if it knew that it should disappear? Deep inside Moon's womb nano-bot sperm raced to find an egg to fertilize.