“Hello Deputy,” Deputy Conner Trent stopped dead in his office and looked at the woman sitting on the reception desk apparently waiting for him at two in the morning. 

It had not been a good night, Sheriff Daniels was missing, he’d responded to a call at the motel at the edge of town, and had just disappeared. The motel clerk said the Sheriff had gone into the room about the call, but she didn’t see him come out and when he went to look there was no sign of him, or anyone. She’d said the woman who’d checked in was just a plain ordinary woman driving an early 00s tan sedan as utterly forgettable as she was.

The woman sitting on the desk was anything but forgettable and he didn’t know where to start with her.

First, if he had to pick a first, was the fact that she was naked save for a purplish black hooded cloak that covered more of her face than it did her body, her pale, naked body. 

She was naked, totally naked except for that cloak, she didn’t even have shoes on.

Second, he could only see the lower half of her face and it seemed like a remarkably beautiful face from what he could see. She had a narrow, angular jaw, soft, pale lips that stood out against her pale skin, and she had so much pale skin on display that it made the third thing, the huge purple jem hanging from her neck, almost hard to notice because the fourth thing, which was really the first thing… if you didn’t count her bare pussy also being on display and her fingers gently teasing it… was the fact she had huge, genuinely, unbelievably huge tits with pierced nipples.

Her milky white breasts were enormous porn star tits, but they jiggled like they were natural even as they stood out like they were fake.

It was hard to notice anything past those tits, past those impossible tits, including her sparkling necklace and her long black hair that had the same strange, pale quality as her lips. It was even hard to notice her playing with herself because those tits were simply impossible.

It was strange, as he stood there in the reception area looking at this very strange, impossible woman, he didn’t think any of this was actually impossible because it was all actually happening. It was just disorienting

But then again everything about this was strange and far beyond the day to day life of a small town deputy.

Conner’s first instinct was to go for his gun, but he stopped his hand half way, “Hello ma’am, uh… how did you get in here, and what do you want?”

She laughed, “I wanted to see you deputy, and I used these so I could make sure I saw you alone.”

She stopped toying with her clit to push her massive breasts together, but then reached down and held up the sheriff’s key ring with his key card attached again, “And I used these.”

The sight of those tits, just the plain sight of those huge tits being pressed together, so much warm flesh spilling through her fingers and softly pressing in, made his cock jump a little and made him a little lightheaded for a second.

“Your sheriff, he did his best but…” she put the keyring back on the receptionist’s desk “he didn’t have the endurance of body and spirit to, what is it on your badges? To serve and protect?”

Her hands were back to her tits and he was going to correct her, that “protect and serve” was a police motto and had nothing to do with this town’s sheriff’s department but it was late and he was tired and her enormous breasts were distracting.

“Were you saying something deputy? Or were you just finding it easier to listen to me? Many men find it easier to simply listen to me, and after a time, obey me, but maybe you’ll find it easier to obey me without really hearing what’s being said now, do you understand?”

He didn’t. He blinked his eyes and felt suddenly disoriented, drained by the growing throb between his legs and was unable to fully process what was happening.

“I don’t, Uh… I…” 

Again he thought about going for his gun, but there was something disorienting him, keeping his hands still, and it might have just been those enormous breasts, softly swaying, jiggling, and moving as she massaged them. “No, I don’t understand. Who are you and what are you doing here? And where’s the sheriff?”

With those last words it was like he suddenly remembered everything that was happening and realized something deeply wrong was unfolding.

“Oh, me?” she stopped massaging her breasts and put a hand to the large purple gem in her large amulet, “Do you really want to know my name, deputy? Do you really want to know where your old boss has drifted away to? Or is there something else…” 

With every question it was getting harder to think, harder to look away from her amulet and he couldn’t tell if it was glowing or just reflecting the light in the room, sparkling and shimmering, casting a gentle purple glow outward, making his eyelids feel suddenly heavy and his mind softly sleepy.

“Somehing else you were thinking, before you started forgetting? Feeling your words slipping and your thoughts fading, down, down, down into your aching cock now, maybe? Aching for me…”

She held the bottom of the amulet with one hand gently toying with it as she started to tease between her legs again with the other.

“You’re so thoughtful and brave, so courteous and courageous, but what happens when you go from being full of thoughts, to being empty and open. And wouldn’t that be what it says on your badge now, empty and open, a mind without questions or duties, a body without will or purpose, standing, staring, forgetting…”

She moaned as her fingers slid deep into herself, and still he stood there like a deer in the headlights, the purple glow of the crystal turning all his thoughts to fading shadows in its light, flickering, shimmering, glowing as he shuffled towards her, closer and closer.

“Good, now be still a moment,” she reached forward and slid her wet fingers into his mouth, and his lips parted without resistance. “And suck my fingers clean.”

He closed his eyes and fell into a purple black darkness, his mind, his self, his will nothing more than a silhouette as the purple light shone through his closed eyelids and her taste slid through him like medicine.

He stood there gasping, devoid of thought or determination as she slid her fingers out of his mouth and wiped his own saliva on the sleeve of his uniform. “Good boy. That’s so much better than thinking, or speaking, or asking questions, isn’t it, deputy?”

She put those same fingers under his chin and made him nod, and he did so happily.

“Now, was there someone you were looking for?”

She’d stopped playing with her amulet and gone back to fondling her breasts, and he felt a warm wooziness in his body, intoxicating him with blissful emptiness and a taste in his mouth that he was desperate for more of. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”

The crystal’s glow had faded to nothing, flickering like a flashlight dying before fading out entirely but the motion of her huge, heavy breasts was more captivating than before. She was still sitting on the edge of the desk and now he was so much closer to her, his head tilted slightly to stare at her hands as they massaged her tits in a rolling, lolling, placating pattern of pushing them together and rolling them apart. Every time they separated he saw the crystal shimmer for a small flash of dim light, and every time she pushed them together and made the amulet disappear between them he felt a wave of desperate, aching arousal throb between his legs.

He was floating in a drunken haze of sexual desire and confusion, while part of him fell deeper into the abyss of her soft, overwhelming breasts and voice every time those tits came together, causing another part of him slid further and further away from the enchanting hold of her crystal’s now faded light.

There was something… someone… he was looking for. His eyes had been closed for a long moment and now, through half closed lids, he saw the sheriff’s key ring on the desk next to her. His short term memory was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to realize she’d already shown the keys to him.

She saw him looking at the keys instead of her chest.

“Where did you get those,” his hand was moving, slowly from his side towards his gun.

“You don’t really care,” she hefted one breast with one hand, and used her other hand to gently trace her pierced nipple, “do you? It doesn’t matter now that I’m here, and you’re here, does it?”

He licked his lips and wished he had more of her taste, and his eyes were held completely transfixed by her finger playing with her nipple, but something, fear, danger, duty, he didn’t know what because he didn’t know anything truly in that moment, whatever he was feeling kept him from wholly succumbing back down under her sway.

“Why do you have the sheriff’s keys,” sparks of brain activity shot down his spine and his nerves twitched into wakefulness, at least for the moment. “What did you do to him?”

His hand was on his gun, but it was still holstered and he still couldn’t look away from her enthralling, heaving, hypnotic breasts. And he could still taste her, she was on his tongue, lingering and aching for another taste, just like his cock was aching despite everything unfolding around him.

“Does it matter that he doesn’t need them anymore,” she put a hand on the desk and the other hand back between her legs. “Does anything matter other than the sound of my voice?”

He couldn’t think, but that was a strangely good question, and part of him wanted to say no, to sink and give in to the feelings that kept overwhelming him and swallowing, and to just watch her fingers as she pleasured herself, hearing her wetness and her little moans as he stood there unable to speak, or move much more than he just had, or look away.

But finally, even as her fingers took on a smooth in and out motion, in and out steadily, rhythmically, predictably and so satisfying to watch, so easy to watch, finally his head twitched and his mouth started to move, “Yes, it does… it does matter.”