The Investigation – Caroline Ann by Karen~

An adult story: The Investigation – Caroline Ann by Karen~

This is one of the two stories that happened prior to ‘Her Fantasy – Ambush’ I recommend you read the original first, because you may not understand the characters as well. But you’re free to read it without reading the others. This happens before ‘The Investigation – Nameless Killer’. Anything in italics is what happened during the actual event, and anything in normal style is what’s happening in the present-tense of the story. Constructive comments are welcome. 🙂 , The Investigation – Caroline Ann

This story is a prequel to ‘Her Fantasy – Ambush’, I have written a second part to this that will connect the two stories if you want me to.

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Detective Midnight stood next to the police officer. He had been called down here because something was puzzling them about a murder investigation, and he was the one who always caught the bad guy. He was a genius, and even at his age he worked dangerous jobs.

“Well, I’m not here for nothing.” He turned to the police officer, who frowned and nodded. Detective Midnight put on his Sherlock Homes hat that he adored so much and followed the young police officer, who was now leading him to the scene of the crime. There were ten police cars outside the home, all sirens flashing. From the looks of it most all the police officers were outside, and his escort nodded to one of them and lifted the ‘Caution – Crime Scene Tape’, and let him go under it.

He was led into the house. It was more of a mansion, or palace, than a house – opulent flooring, luxurious furniture, and vast rooms. The detective followed the police, through the dining room, kitchen… up the stairs, he noticed shattered pictures all over the stairs, and stepped carefully over the glass. Finally the police officer led him into the bedroom.

One other lady stood there. She nodded to him, they had met before. She was Agent Ann.

“I assume a top secret highly classified mission again, Agent?” He smiled. His distinctively remembered her saying on their last operation together that she was only assigned to the most important tasks. He looked at her.

“Her name was Caroline Ann.” The police person said before walking out, leaving the detective and agent alone.

Her voice was cold, calculated, and dark, “The murdered girl is my sister.” And Detective Midnight glanced at the bed. The pillows were torn, feathers covered the floor. The bed was unmade, as if it had been used recently, and on top of it all was a young girl, around fifteen or sixteen, with an adorable young body. He could tell because she was stripped. He closed his eyes, imagining what the scene would have been like…

Caroline Ann screamed with pain, but her screams couldn’t be heard because her captor had covered her mouth. Her strait brown hair was tangled as she struggled, but he overpowered her. He tossed her on the bed, like a toy, and climbed on top of her. He didn’t bother wasting time pleasuring her, and proceeded to relieve his hard-on with her young pussy.

“She was a virgin.” Agent Ann looked like she would cry. He could understand because he knew that his job took him places, and the same would be for her. She worked for the government, and barely had any free time with her family. Because of it she had never married. Her sister was probably the closest family she had.

He turned back to the dead girl. White gobs of what looked like sperm were all around and in her vagina. He walked up to her, inspected her adorable, sexy body closer. Her breasts were perk, and small, enough to fit into a hand snugly. Her stomach was flat, and her skin was slightly tanned. He could see the tan line between her panties and the rest of her, and he concluded that she probably laid at the beach or in her backyard naked a lot. Her legs were long, and smooth. He barely ran his hand along her leg, trying to picture what she had gone through. He had no urges; he had long since overcome those. He examined her thoroughly, to her moist, red lips to her worn feet, he saw everything, and he tried to put together what had happened that night.

Her nails dug into his back as he fucked her, and she let out screams of agony at each individual thrust. Her feet dangled off the bed, barely. Her feet were cut and bruised, probably from running…

He looked at her vagina closer, curious. Agent Ann paced, nervous that he was looking at her sister’s private places, but she didn’t say anything. Detective Midnight frowned again, there were plenty of things wrong with the scene.

“Whose sperm is that?” He said, indicating the cum around the body. Agent Ann swallowed, he could tell she was nervous. She was never nervous.

“It belongs to an Aaron Heart. According to records he died two years ago, in a car accident at age fifteen. He was drunk driving. The body was recovered, and according to blood type and dental records it’s him.” He frowned again, another weird thing with the scene.

“Cause of our victim’s death?” The detective closed his eyes, trying to picture the scene again. He failed to do so. He needed more evidence before he could again.

“She stopped breathing, her heart stopped… I think he fucked her to death.” Each word was a struggle for Agent Ann to say, and he could tell by her voice that she was near tears. He wanted to tell her to leave and rest, but he knew she wouldn’t and it would only make matters worse.

He looked at the body again, making sure he was right before speaking again, “I don’t think it was rape. At least, not at first… I think she wanted it at first.”

“Of course it was! She would never let a stranger have sex with her.” The agent had trouble handling the facts, and Detective Midnight knew he should send her away before she got into trouble, whether it was with him or with the facts that the crime scene had provided him.

“Does she have a boyfriend?”

“Well… yes… but I don’t think he raped her! He’s a nice boy, really sweet, and cute. They’ve been dating for months now.” Her voice was fragile, and she sounded so defensive. He knew that the case was too emotional for her and that he should get her away from it all – but he couldn’t. It would break their trust, and it would just be mean to take her away from finding her sister’s killer.

“So you’ve met him?”

“Yes.” She nodded, remembering the nice boy. He had spoken so kindly to her, and he had also talked honestly about his feelings for Caroline.

“Call him.”

“What…?” She was confused, but pulled out her cell phone anyway and punched in the numbers. It rang out, there was no pickup, and she spoke, “He could be doing something.”

The detective ignored that, all he needed to know was that the boy didn’t pick up. He could be doing something, he could have raped her, or something else could have happened, something that the detective found more likely.

“Anywhere on this property you didn’t search?” The detective frowned. He had an idea of what had happened, and he hoped that he was right. He turned to the agent, done inspecting the young girl’s body.

“The warrant we got didn’t cover the neighbor’s house, only this one. The neighbors reported it. Also, there’s one room in this house we aren’t allowed to search because it’s actually on the neighbor’s property – the young couple that live here were out of town, and the new room was installed illegally, and the neighbors are trying to get it out.” Her phone rang, and she answered it. He nodded to her, and walked out, leaving her to her business.

The neighbor’s had a fine house, and he could see the small extension of the mansion onto their property. He walked up to the door and rung the door bell. This house was a lot older and its owners were wealthy. He could tell because of all the golden and silver items viewable even from the door, and a solid marble statue of a Greek Goddess, Aphrodite.

A nice old lady came up to the door and answered it, “Why hello there. Who’re you?” She seemed kindly, and he hoped she would cooperate before he had to use threats, “I’m Miss Oswald.”

“I’m a detective; I’m investigating a murder next door.”

“Oh… that! I remember! I made the phone call! I heard lots of screams, and when you hear screaming you just know you have to call the police. It turns out something was wrong. It’s a shame to hear what happened to that girl.” The old lady frowned, her glasses speckled in the sunlight, “Why are you here? Didn’t the murder happen there?” She looked confused, but he had his suspicions it was an act. He wasn’t sure why.

“Actually I think something might have happened on your property too. You know the extension from your neighbor’s home?” Of course she knew. She nodded, and he continued, “It’s not included in the warrant, so could you let me in to see it?”

“I seem to have misplaced the key.” She responded quickly. It sounded too rehearsed, too phony.

“If it turns out there was evidence there you’ll be arrested for Obstruction of Justice, Hindering an Investigation, and you’ll be charged as an accomplice to the murderer.” She looked dizzy, confused again, slightly oblivious to the world. He looked at her, “Miss, are you alright?”

Then she fainted.

He leaned down next to her, wondering if he had caused her to faint. For all he knew he could be charged now because of this incident. He groaned, closed the door, and turned around to walk away. He would just let her say what she wanted, but nobody would know he had been here.

Agent Ann came running, holding in her hand a paper. She handed him the paper. He read the top of it, “Warrant for the search of…” Typical, just typical – he swore. Agent Ann looked at him questioningly, but he didn’t respond.

“We’ll check the extension now.” He cut across the neighbor’s lawn to the extension on their property, and checked the door. It was locked. The warrant gave him permission to use force, and so he kicked down the door. There was a crack of wood, and the door collapsed. Him and Agent Ann stepped over the door, and were chilled to the bone to see the sight before them.

A young, blonde haired boy lay slumped up against the wall, his head tilted at an awkward angle on his chest. He was naked, except for a pair of boxers, and his body was very handsome. His chest was well built, his arms were muscular too. He leaned up against the wall, his boxers half lowered and his pubic hair showing. His legs were only a little hairy and they lay out in front of him. There was a bed in the room, overturned. Pillows scattered the ground, a drawer was turned on its side, the contents spilling out. Agent Ann walked over to the boy, looking somewhat shocked. She leaned down next to him, saw a thin trail of drool on his chin and drool on the pillow next to him, as well as an imprint in the pillow. He had been smothered. She touched his chest barely, and pulled down his boxers and looked at his limp penis. She carefully pulled off a condom, and turned to the detective.