I will hunt you down and cut your balls off

"Oooooo. You've got me so wet! My pussy is so sopping wet I bet it's dripping all over the floor. I'm just sliding around in the pussy juice. Please don't let me slide of onto the floor.

"Come on, Gator, fuck me faster with those strong hard fingers. Make me think that's your cock in there. That's it. Deeper. Faster. Yeah. Oh, yeah! I'm almost there, guys. I'm almost ready to pop. Just a little bit more, Dave. Pull my clit just a little bit harder. That's it... that's it... AAAAaaaahhhhhhhhh! YES! I'm cumming! I'm cumming all over your hands. MMMmmmmmmmmmm!"

Dave and Gator kept it going while I came. TJ looked so flushed and sweaty that I think he came, too. My audience in the next booth was scrambling to pay their check and get somewhere private as quickly as they could.

I was still pretty well still into my orgasm when I heard Neeka tell me that our food had arrived. I sighed and borrowed Dave's napkin to mop up between my legs.

When I wasn't drippling juice anymore, I scooted against Dave, forcing him out of the booth. He seemed surprised that I was able to escape so easily. I'm sure he thought he had me trapped.

I pulled my dress back down and my boobs back into place, got my purse and helped Dave sit back down next to Gator. He was about to say something about 'you can't leave now' when I fished my new leather wallet out of my purse and flipped it open to show my badge. You would have thought I had tossed a cottonmouth moccasin on the table, the way they all jumped.

"OK, guys. We've all had a lot of fun. Well, I've had a lot of fun and you got to help, and I appreciate it. But... if you turkeys ever give another girl drugs to try to get into her pants again, I promise I will hunt you down and cut your balls off. Are we clear on that?" I got three very stunned nods.

"Good. OK, TJ. Let's have that shit in your shirt pocket."

I held out my hand. When he didn't move fast enough, I snapped my fingers. The sound seemed to wake him up and he handed over a small vial of fine white powder.

"Now you guys have another beer or three and think about this learning experience" I said.

I was about to pick up my badge and walk off when Dave decided to call what he thought was my bluff.

"That ain't a real badge!" He said. "And you ain't a real cop!"

I leaned over him and smiled at him sweetly, as if I was about to admit that I had just been pulling his leg. Then I reached down and grabbed his thigh the same way Gator had grabbed mine. Only I pinched all the way to the bone, and then I rubbed the bone.

Dave squirmed and thrashed so hard I thought he would hurt poor Gator. I had to grab his left arm to keep him from hitting me accidentally. He wasn't trying to fight back. He was in far too much pain to mount any effective defense against me. His eyes popped and his face tensed and his mouth strained open in a soundless scream. I hung on for a full ten-count and then I let go.

Dave slumped like a puppet with the strings cut. He fell against Gator, clutching his leg and whining in pain. TJ and Gator looked like they were about to lose their lunch. They looked from me to my badge to Dave and back at me with sick expressions.

I told them, "Now if you guys think I won't have your balls on a plate if you ever think of doing this to anyone else, you just try me."

This time I got no back-talk. I folded my wallet, put it back in my purse and walked back to my family.

"Nothing like having sex with three rapists before dinner to whet the appetite," I thought.

When I sat down at the table to start on my steak, I put the vial next to my plate where I could keep an eye on it.

"What's that?" Jim asked. Neeka snorted and poked him with a finger. He jumped, but didn't take the hint. He looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"Some kind of drug," I said. "I took it off three rapists."

"You what?" Bambi said. With the noise level in the place, I wasn't sure if she hadn't heard me or just wished she hadn't.

I leaned over toward her and said, "The three guys I was visiting with are a rape-gang. They drug girls and take them out in the woods and rape them. They probably leave them there and make them walk home by themselves, wondering what the hell happened. I took away their drug and gave them a warning.

"The irony is they're not so offensive that they need to resort to that. They could probably have just as much fun if they just tried charm instead of dope. I hope I put that idea into their heads."

Bud asked, "Did you know this when you sat down with them?"

"No," I said, around a mouthful of steak. "I didn't. I didn't know until I saw how they looked at me after I drank that first beer. They were obviously watching me to see how quick I would go under. I knew then what was going on and I decided to play along."

"But you took the drug?" Jim asked. "And it didn't affect you?"

"Only slightly," I said. "I got more of a buzz off the beer." I looked at Bambi. "I think we can add another one to the list."

When we got home, Bambi went into full Mom-mode on me. She gave me hell about letting strangers pick me up, letting them ply me with alcohol, and letting them try to drug me and haul me off to the woods.

"How about letting them make me cum in a public restaurant with people watching?" I asked.

She blushed a bright red color when I reminded her of that. I got the impression that she wished she had been in the next booth watching while that was going on.

"Don't change the subject," she said. "You shouldn't be experimenting with drugs. That's the main thing."

"Should I be risking my life and limb, saving hostages from certain death or worse?"

She didn't have an answer to that, so she caved.

"All right. I confess. I worry. This whole superhero business scares me. I know I promised to support you. I'm trying my best to stand behind you, but it still scares the hell out of me when you put yourself in danger."

"I'm sorry if this scares you. It scares me, too. When I go up against someone who is willing to kill and is equipped to do it, it scares the crap out of me. But I steel myself to do it anyway. I need to be able to get my head into a place where I can focus on what needs to be done, without thinking about how scared I am. I need to be stone cold fearless if I am going to be any good at this at all. One day it may even save my life. I had that point brought home to me very clearly this afternoon."

"I care about you. And I worry. Please be careful."

"Thank you. I promise not to take any unnecessary risks if I can help it. The problem is, I need to take risks that may not look like they're necessary at the time. Sometimes, you just have to go around turning over rocks to see what's underneath. Like tonight. If I hadn't gone back to their table and drunk beer with them, I never would have known what they were up to. Some poor girl might be lying out in the woods right now, hurt and alone, with a big hole in her memory and a long walk home in the dark. I think what I did is far better than the cops coming along after the fact and catching the people responsible.

"I wish I'd never seen the faces of those kids this afternoon. I'd give almost anything to have been able to prevent them from being in that situation."

"Is that why you decided to 'turn over rocks', as you call it?"

"Yeah. It's a lot easier to prevent a crime than to stop one in progress or to clean up afterwards. In this case it was a lot more fun, too; in all sorts of ways. If I can be there to jerk a knot in someone when they are still in the thinking stage, then I have not only saved the victim, I've saved the perpetrator, too!"