Murder on the Phucktacular Express

The Investigation.

“OK folks, nothing to see here. Please go back to your rooms” Lt. Will Swallow ordered the crowd as he made his way from the kitchen to the train’s bed compartment.

Inside I, Captain Ivana Swallow was bent over ass up, inspecting the deceased body that was sprawled out on the lower berth. Will moved behind me and rubbed his crotch against my tight firm ass.

“Mmmmmmm, what do we have here?” Will smiled wickedly.

“I wish you would stop doing that. What would happen if someone sees us and tells the Chief?” I sighed.

“Dad will probably say that he wants to join in on the fun” Will laughed as I straightened up.

Me and my Brother were known locally as the Swallow twins. Our Father, Chief Swallow of Pennusville Police Department knew of his children’s “extra curricular” activities as he was the first one to introduce us to it. He had taught us both how to honour the family name very well and on many occassions. No spitting for this family.

We turned back to the bed and studied the body. The body was a young Caucasian male in his early twenties. He was totally naked except for the ropes that bound his arm and legs together at the front. Inserted in his ass was a pink vibrating dildo. The batteries were lying on the sheet next to him and the bottom cap of the dildo was missing. There were no signs of any injuries. Cause of death, unknown.

“Do we have any eyewitnesses?” I questioned.

“Fortunately we do Van. Mr Mike Rotch had a room order that was meant to be delivered at 10 p.m and there was a mixup in the kitchen and the Porter, a Oliver Klozoff delivered it 30 minutes too early. When he entered he saw Mr Rotch and two others in the room” Will said reading from his note book.

“OK, I think we need to talk to him. Can you set up the empty room next to us, so we can interview him?” I asked.

“No probs Van” and with that Will walked out to organize the room.

I took the time to investigate to room further. There seemed to be no signs of a struggle, as the room was immaculate. His clothes were neatly drapped over the armchair and on the table were three empty wine glasses and two empty bottles of wine. As I went into the private toilet, I noticed a tube of lubricant lying in the sink.

“Mmmmmm Strawberry flavoured” I thought as I slid it into my bag. I knew I shouldn’t take things from the crime scene but our stock at home was getting pretty low.

I pulled out my camera and took photos of the body and the room and carefully took notes making sure I missed nothing. Nothing is worse than displeasing Daddy. Last time I had a murder case and I missed a vital clue, Daddy used his baton in my sweet ass and I couldn’t sit down for at least 2 days.

I heard Will shout out from the next room that they were ready. I went in, closing the door behind me and saw the Porter sitting across from Will. He was an absolute dream boat. I was in awe and instantly turned on. Wow, was this my lucky day or what? What more can a lady ask for than being in a room with two very hot and fuckable guys!.

“Ahem” I coughed trying to clear my throat.