Lestrade Through the Looking Glass

Inspector Beth Lestrade was filled with rage. She wanted nothing more than to punish the Holmes of this world for having raped her so brutally moments ago. She got up, her loins still aching from the hour-long sexual assault and opened the drawer of the nightstand.

She saw a flashlight, a notepad and a sheathed hunting knife.

Lestrade took the knife and unsheathed it. She held it in her right hand and walked toward the bathroom door.

"You bastard," she muttered to herself. She turned the knob to the door and was about to open it when she felt a strong grip around her right wrist. She cried out in pain and dropped the knife.

"Oh, no you don't," said a familiar voice.

She turned around and saw Watson the compudroid of this world. He looked sternly at her.

"I cannot have you harming my dear friend Holmes," he said.

"Let go of my wrist! You're hurting me, you bucket of bolts!"

"I will have to detain you so that Holmes can decide what to do with you after he is finished with his shower."

She screamed and shouted every insult and obscenity that came to her mind, but the compudroid ignored her and secured in a most humiliating fashion.

"Holmes will find this most amusing, I am sure," said Watson. "I know I certainly do."

"I'll have you dismantled and every piece of you melted down!" she screamed. Then Lestrade could no longer scream because Watson stuffed her mouth with a wadded handkerchief and held it in place with a strip of duct tape stretched across Lestrade's mouth.

"That's much better," said Watson.

A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. Holmes stepped out freshly showered and blotted dry. He wore a towel around his waist.

"Watson, what on earth was all that noise?" He stopped and smiled at what he saw. Then he burst out laughing.

"She had to be restrained, Holmes," explained Watson. "It appeared that she was about to attack you with this."

The compudroid showed Holmes the hunting knife.

Holmes frowned and looked at Lestrade. Watson had fastened her down to a table. She was gagged and still naked. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and her ankles were tied to the table legs. The compudroid has been resourceful by using some scarves he found in the dresser drawer to tie Lestrade to the table. She could not get up because he had used a very long scarf to wrap around her neck to keep her head down on the table. The knots were tight and secure.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," said Holmes. "Beth, what on earth were you thinking? You know what happens when you displease me. I shall have to punish you. It won't be the first time, and no doubt it won't be the last."

Beth trembled in fear. What punishment does this Holmes have in store for her?

"Feel free to remain and watch," said Holmes to Watson.

"Thank you, Holmes," said the compudroid. "I would most certainly like that."

The humiliation was too much for Lestrade to bear. Her face felt red with embarrassment.

Holmes went to the closet and pulled out his walking stick. Lestrade stared at it. It looked similar to the one the Holmes of her own world used.

He hummed softly as he walked over to Lestrade who was struggling in vain to break free from her bonds.

WHAP! He struck her hard on her buttocks. It left a red stinging mark.

He smiled as he watched her body tense up and shake from the painful punishment.

He spanked her three more times with the walking stick.

Then he handed the stick to Watson.

"Hold this for me, will you, my friend?"

Watson nodded, took the stick and watched Holmes to see what he would do next to the securely bound Lestrade.

"Time for you to take it up the backside, my dear Beth," said Holmes.

No, no, no, no, screamed Lestrade silently to herself. Her muscles contracted and tensed up in anticipation of the humiliating and degrading assault. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

Holmes was fully aroused now. He positioned himself behind her and placed the tip of his hard cock near her tight opening that seemed determined to keep him out.

She needs to be loosened up first, he thought.

He stuck his index finger into her ass and probed inside of her.

She felt intense pain and tried to wriggle free.

"It's just my finger, Beth," he said. "If you think this hurts, just you wait until I ram my cock inside your pretty little ass."

A minute later he pulled his finger out of her butt and again placed the tip of his cock at her tight opening.

Lestrade's scream was muffled by the gag as he did just what he said he would do. He rammed his hard cock insided her tight ass.

He must be at least ten inches long, thought Lestrade, as he brutally pounded her ass with his engorged penis. His thrusts were fast and many. The pain was excrutiating.

"Watson, let us sing to her," said Holmes. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you."

Watson joined in. The compudroid and Holmes sang a couple of choruses of the Happy Birthday song to Lestrade as the ass-raping continued.

Lestrade wanted to mercifully faint away, but she remained awake and conscious of the brutal assault.