The Artifact
“It’s called zerkalo plotskikh naslazhdeniyey.”
The detective looked at the little man standing in front of him. “Would you say that again? No wait. Don’t. What is it, this zerkalu plotskee thingamajob?”
“It’s a mirror.”
“I kind of figured that out. I take it it’s a very special mirror.”
“Oh yes, indeed,” said the little man. “A very special mirror indeed and now, it’s missing.”
“Go on.” The detective’s voice showed the doubt that the man was feeling.
“It’s part of a show we were hosting. It’s part of a group of artifacts that were shipped here. It ... it wasn’t the most valuable of the pieces that was shipped here, but obviously, someone wanted it.”
“Obviously. So what’s so special about it.”
“It’s not the artifact itself,” the curator said, “so much as it’s the story that goes with it.”
Paul Gregory fought back the urge to sigh. “All right,” he said. “Tell me about the story.”
“No one knows the exact origins of the mirror or who exactly created it but the mirror seems to have surfaced about a hundred years ago when it came into the possession of a Russian clergyman named Rasputin.”
“Rasputin!?”
“Ah yes. I see you know the name. That is good. Sometimes one wonders with the schools these days.”
“Do go on,” the detective said.
“Yes, of course. As I said, this mirror came into the possession of the mad monk and there are some who say that he used it to get into the favor of the Tsaretsa Alexandra.”
“Okay.” The detective was hoping that this was going somewhere fast.
“As it turned out, Rasputin was rather popular with the ladies and it was said by some that he had a rather unnatural power over those of the fairer sex. Some suggest that it might have been the mirror itself that helped him achieve that power.”
“The mirror?”
The curator laughed. “I know. It is a rather fanciful idea but there are some who believe that that is what it does.”
“So you think some guy stole the mirror because he wants to get a girl excited?”
“Oh no. Not at all. I’m merely recounting to you what the legend says about the mirror and besides, we already know who took it.”
“You already know? Then what do you need the police for?”
“Why isn’t that obvious?”
The detective shook his head.
“We know who took it, but now we have to get it back. You see, the mirror has a most annoying habit of getting itself lost after it’s done what it does and it appears as if the darned thing has gone missing again. I have to say the museum staff is in quite a tizzy about it. We want it back.”
“So you want us to find this zerkalu ... this mirror thing?”
“Yes.”
The detective shook his head. “Okay, so you say you know who took the mirror?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Can I speak with him?”
The curator smiled. “Yes, of course. If you’ll follow me, and just so you know, detective, the thief is not a he. It’s a she.”
Paul Gregory followed the man into the depths of the museum. From the condition of the area, it was clear that this was a part of the museum that was not open to the public.
The curator pulled a key from his pocket and he put it into a locked door. “We had to keep her in here,” he told the detective. “In a second, you’ll see why.”
The curator pushed the door open and then the two of them stepped inside.
The detective pulled up short as he looked at what he found there. “What the hell is going on here,” he roared.
“It’s not what you think,” the curator said quickly even as he stepped over to the two women in the room. “This might look strange, but really, this is what Elena wants.”
“Da,” said the short-haired blond with a thick Russian accent. “I want this. I want it so bad.”
The detective found that somehow hard to believe because the blond was bent over a desk with the other woman jamming a large strap-on cock between her legs.
“I can explain,” the little curator said.
“I think you better,” the detective said, “and you better make it quick.”
“I will. You see. Elena here came to us with the mirror. She’s an assistant curator for the museum in Russia that loaned it to us.”
“Da,” the blond was moaning in her thick broken accent. “Da. I come. I come,” but considering how her pussy was getting pummeled by the cock inside her and considering how it squished every time it took that cock, the detective wasn’t sure what it was she was admitting to.
“We think she’s the one who took the mirror out of the box.”
“Da,” the blond moaned. “Da. Da.”
The detective was looking at the two women. “I think you better make it quicker,” he told the curator, “because I’m really starting to lose my patience.”
“It turns out Ms. Terrashkova here seems to have had a bit of a fantasy about other women and hard cocks. Just one look in the mirror was all it took to bring those fantasies to the surface.”
“Da,” the blond moaned. “Da.”
“She practically attacked our Ms. Collins. We don’t think there was anything specific about her that she was looking for. It just happened that Chloe was the first girl she happened to run into, but the girl was so scared that we had to send her home.
“Da,” the blond moaned. “She not good. She not want to give Elena what Elena needs.”
“Aw, you’re with us, Elena. That’s good. Do you see this man? He’s a police officer.”
Elena said nothing.
The curator looked at the detective. “Sometimes, she gets so wrapped up in getting her pussy fucked that it’s hard to get her attention. Elena, can you hear me?”
“Da,” the woman groaned. “I hear you.”
“This man is a detective. Can you tell him what happened to the mirror?”
“No,” the woman groaned.
“Elena,” the man said. “Elena, can you hear me?”
The woman said nothing. She just stayed where she was as the synthetic cock finally pushed her over the edge.
“I was afraid of that,” the curator said.
“You were afraid of what?”
“Ms. Terrashkova here seems to love having sex with other women. That appears to have been the effect that the mirror had on her. I don’t know if it was something she’d ever done before or if the mirror merely unleashed a repressed desire, but she seems to be almost mindless in her needs and wants. Fortunately, we’ve got a few women on the staff who are more than willing to give her what she wants. Charlotte here just happens to want to bend her over and fuck her and since Elena seems perfectly happy with this arrangement, we pretty much let her do what she wants but the downside is she pretty much wears poor Ms. Terrashkova out.”
“You’re saying this woman wants to get fucked like this?”
“Oh yes. Most definitely.”
“You’ll pardon me for saying this, doctor, but you’re full of crap.”
The curator sighed. “I suppose it really was more than I should have hoped for.”
“What is, doctor?”
“I was hoping they’d send me a detective with an open mind but I guess that was too much to expect.”
“If you’re going to tell me that this woman wants to be bent over a desk and have her pussy fucked silly, then yes, that is a bit much to ask.”
“Very well then. Follow me.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. You see, Ms. Terrashkova wasn’t the only one here to look at the mirror.”
That stopped the detective. “You mean you have someone else you want to show to me. Who is it?”
“I think perhaps you need to come see.”
The detective shook his head. There was no doubt about it that the curator was playing games with him and he hated it when people did that but he felt as if for the moment at least, he had to play along.
“It’s not far,” the curator said.
“It better not be,” the detective said under his breath.
The little man led the way down the hall and then took a turn to the right. He put a hand on a door and he pushed it open.
“What, no lock,” the detective asked.
The little man shook his head. “It’s not needed,” he said. “Don’t worry. You’ll see why.”
There were two women in the room, one clearly in charge and the other one clearly subservient. “This is going to be my greatest masterpiece,” the one in charge was saying.
The other girl said nothing. She was naked and she was sitting on a stool as if she were ready to set herself up to pose for a picture that so far had not yet been created.
Having a model that was nude was hardly worth noting. The fact that the model seemed not to flinch when the two men walked in the room was perhaps worthy of some note but what was really worthy of notice was that like the model, the artist was also nude.
The artist seemed not to take any notice of the men. Like the model, she was a brunette although her hair was definitely shorter. In spite of the fact that he was supposed to be working, the detective couldn’t help but feel his cock getting hard as they followed the artist’s slender body all the way down to her tight, little ass.
“We’re going to make a masterpiece here today,” she told the model. “Now come here and let me get you ready.”
The model obediently got down off the stool and came over to where the artist was waiting.
“Clarissa is part of our young artists program,” the curator explained. “Up until now, we’ve really been quite proud of her work.”
“Why? What’s wrong with her work now?”
The curator just nodded. “Watch and see.”
The model had come down off her stool and then she was standing in front of the artist. She was a little taller than Clarissa, the detective noted, but then that only made sense. It was in his nature to take note of such things.
The artist dipped a hand in an open can of paint and when she pulled it out, her hand was dripping in blue. She slid her hand around the model’s body and gripped the woman’s butt even as the two women kissed.
“What’s going on here,” the detective asked.
“Just watch.”
The artist’s hand went into another can of paint and this time it came out red with streaks of purple. This time, the hand slid between the model’s cheeks. The model seemed to know instinctively what was expected of her because she bent herself over and she let that finger be pushed up inside her ass.
“Do you like that,” the artist asked.
“Oh yeah,” the model moaned.
“You like having your little butt finger fucked.”
“Yeah, I love it.”
“Do you want me to give you more?”
“Oh yeah,” the model moaned. “Give me more.”
Once again, the artist’s hand went into a can of paint and this time, the hand came out yellow. Her hand made a squishy sound as it slapped the butt of the model and sent paint splatters flying. “Yeah, I know you. You want this.”
“Give it to me,” the model moaned.
From where he stood, the detective could see the model’s bottom, splattered with the different colors of paint and with the various combinations they made when mixed.
The artist slapped her ass again and then once more before finally letting her fingers slide in between the model’s cheeks and there was no doubt about it when those fingers entered that pussy.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I love it,” the model purred.
“Do you want to get your pussy eaten?”
“Oh yeah,” the model moaned. “I want to get my pussy eaten so bad.”
“Then why don’t you sit your ass down on this canvas and spread your legs for me.”
The model did exactly as she was told.
The artist looked back at the two men. “I think I’m going to call this picture ‘Model With Paint on Her Ass Gets Her Pussy Licked’.”
“Wasn’t that what you called the last one,” the curator asked.
“Was it,” the woman asked.
The curator nodded.
The artist nodded. “All right then. I guess I’ll call it ‘Model With Paint on Her Ass Gets Her Pussy Licked 2’. Now don’t interrupt me. I’m an artist at work, and with that, Clarissa let her mouth slide between the model’s legs.
The two men watched as the model squirmed on the canvas, her butt rubbing the paint into the canvas. “You know,” the curator said, “funny thing is, we’ll probably be able to sell that and still make some money off of it.”
The detective watched the artist with her mouth still planted between the model’s legs. “I take it you think someone here saw this mirror of yours.”
“Not think. We know. As near as we can tell, both of them got a look at it.”
“So one of them has the mirror.”
“Um, no. As near as we can tell, when the mirror came to these two, there was a third person in the room.”
The detective looked down at the model still getting her pussy eaten out by the artist. “Okay,” he said. “Do go on.”
“We think it was Svetlana Novikova who brought the mirror from Elena to these two.”
“Who’s she?”
“She’s Elena’s daughter and to tell the truth, she’s been against this cultural exchange right from the very start. She thinks Russian antiquities should stay in Russia so when she showed up here, we thought for certain that she was trying to throw a monkey wrench in the show.”
“So you think she’s going around showing other people the mirror?”
“What? No, not at all. She knows nothing at all about the history of the mirror. Her feelings are based solely on nationalistic pride.”
“How do you know this?”
“Follow me.”
Somehow, Detective Paul Gregory had been absolutely certain that the little curator was going to say exactly that.
Once again, the curator led the detective to yet another room. There in the room was a dark-haired woman, kneeling and just as naked as the four men were arrayed around her. Her dark eyes flashed as she looked up at the men and her hands stroked two of their cocks.
“I take it this is Svetlana Novikova.”
“Of course.”
The brunette slipped her mouth around first one and then another of the cocks gathered around her.
The brunette slipped her mouth free of the cock she was sucking only to take yet another one in her mouth.
“She certainly does seem to like sucking cocks,” the detective noted.
“And that’s not the half of it,” the curator said. “Just watch.”
Paul Gregory watched.
The brunette’s mouth slipped free from the cock she was sucking and then took on a fourth. A few good strokes on her cock and then she was back to the first one.
The man groaned and pushed the woman down on his cock. “Fuck,” the man groaned. “Suck it, babe. Come on. Suck it.”
If the brunette had any objections to having her mouth jammed down on that cock, she didn’t say so. Of course, with that cock wedged inside of her mouth, it was kind of hard for her to say much of anything at all. Of course, if the way her hands were stroking the other cocks gathered round her was any indication, it seemed she was certainly enthused about what she was doing.
The brunette’s mouth popped free from the cock she was sucking and in the next instant, she was turning to another of the men and taking his cock in her mouth. “Oh yeah,” that man groaned. “Oh yeah. Suck it.”
One of the other men was sliding down and slipping a hand between the woman’s cheeks. The woman sucked the cock she was sucking for just a moment longer but then the cock popped free from her mouth and she groaned as she felt what those fingers were doing to her.
“Oh yeah,” the man said. “Baby likes this, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah,” the brunette moaned.
“Yeah?”
The brunette moaned as she felt the man slide a finger up inside her ass. “I think someone needs to get her pussy fucked.”
“Da,” the woman moaned.
The man was still stroking his finger inside the woman’s ass. “Yeah,” he asked again.
“Da,” the woman groaned. “Da.”
The man was sliding in behind her. He’d pulled his finger free from her tight, little hole. His dick was sliding along the folds of her wet, little pussy. “Are you sure,” he asked again.
“Da,” the woman moaned again. “Da. Da. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.”
The woman gasped as she felt that cock slide inside her pussy.
“Da,” she moaned. “Da. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Once more, another of the men stepped forward. Once more, the man offered up his cock to the woman, and when she didn’t take his cock fast enough, the man grabbed the woman by the hair and he pulled her head up and he shoved his cock in her mouth.
The woman’s struggled to take the cock as she was forced to gobble it down.
The two other men were largely ignored as the women took the two cocks, the one in her mouth and the the one in her cunt.
“Yeah, baby likes this,” said the one with his cock in her pussy.
The woman, of course, said nothing.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned as he continued working her from behind. “Oh fuck.”
The woman couldn’t help but slobber on the cock in her mouth.
The man fucking her from behind groaned. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Oh yeah,” he groaned again.
The woman coughed and then she spluttered. She coughed and gagged and then she spluttered again as cum spilled from her mouth.
And all the while, the man fucking her from behind was beginning to fuck her even harder. The woman moaned but she couldn’t help it. She knew what was happening and in the next moment, she moaned all over again as she felt that cock cum inside her.
The detective watched the man pull his cock from between the woman’s legs and he watched the man slap his cum slickened cock against the woman’s ass. “Yeah,” he heard the man say. “Yeah, you need a cock like this, don’t you?”
“Da,” the woman moaned. “Da.”
“Come on,” the curator said.
“Why?”
“We’ve got somewhere else to go.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
The curator led the detective out of the room. “I take it that young lady was our Ms. Novikova.”
“Indeed she was.”
“And since we’re leaving her to those other men, I would assume that she does not have the mirror.”
“She does not.”
The detective stopped the curator in the hallway. “Look,” he said, “this is getting tiresome. Do you know where this mirror is or not?”
“We think so, but if we knew for sure, we wouldn’t need you, would we?”
The detective ignored that last bit. “Okay, if you think you know where the mirror is, why don’t you tell me where it is.”
“I can’t tell you. I have to show you.”
The detective sighed. “Again with the show.”
“I have to show you,” the curator said again.
The detective shook his head. “All right,” he said. “Let’s see what you got to show me.”
The curator led the way down another corridor and then he stopped in front of a door. “I think maybe you should go in first,” the curator said.
“Why?”
“I just think you should.”
The detective looked at the little man and then he shrugged. He didn’t know why the curator wanted him to go first but he had the feeling there was a reason for it.
The first thing he saw when he entered the room was the teenage girl. She was hard to miss. Her hands were cuffed behind her and she’d been flung over the back of a couch which meant that her butt was right there in front of the detective.
“Who’s there,” the girl called out.
The detective looked around him but somehow it didn’t surprise him to find that the curator had not followed him inside. “I’m a detective,” the man said. “My name’s Paul Gregory.”
“Oh my God,” the girl gushed. “You’re a detective. I need a detective so bad.”
Paul almost suspected that the girl was going to say that. He had a feeling that this girl was here for him. “You need a detective? Why?”
“Because I’ve been such a bad girl.”
“Yeah? What’d you do?”
“I took something that didn’t belong to me. I took a mirror and now I need to be punished.”
So she wanted to be punished, did she? “Do you have the mirror here?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe I have it and maybe I don’t but I’m not going to tell you unless you make me tell you.”
“Unless I make you tell you?”
“I’ve been a bad girl. I’ve been a really, really bad girl. I need to be punished. I need to be punished so bad.”
“You do, huh?” The detective lifted up the girl’s short, little skirt. My guess is you probably need to be punished here.”
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “That’s what I need. I need someone to come and teach me a lesson.”
That hardly surprised the man. “You need to be taught a lesson, huh? Like maybe how it’s not nice to take things that don’t belong to you?”
“That sounds like a good lesson but I just can’t help myself. Do you have something of yours that I could take?”
The detective pulled the girl’s panties down. He let his fingers stroke her pussy. Damn, she was already wet.
“I’m a really, really bad girl,” the girl moaned. “I just keep taking and taking and taking. I just can’t help myself. I want to take whatever anyone has.”
“I got something for you to take,” the man told her and in the next instant, he was pushing his cock into her tight, little hole.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Oh yeah, I am such a taker.”
The man undid the girl’s skirt and then he pulled out.
“No! Don’t stop,” the girl cried. “I’m not done taking yet.”
But the man was standing her up and then he was taking down her skirt. He pulled her tube top down off her nicely, rounded tits.
He pushed her down over the back of the couch and then once again, he was coming up behind her. “I’ll tell you when you’re done taking,” the man told her.
The girl moaned as she once again took that cock between her legs. There was no doubt about it. She liked feeling that cock.
The man groaned. She was so tight. She was wet, too, but what she really was was tight. The man groaned again. Damn, that felt good.
His hands squeezed her hips as he drove his cock inside her.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me. God. I’m such a fucking taker. Fuck me hard.”
The man groaned. He knew what the girl was going to take.
The girl moaned. She moaned again.
The man groaned. It wouldn’t take much, he knew. It wouldn’t take much at all.
He could feel it happening. It was almost there. It wouldn’t take much. The girl was moaning like crazy. He knew what she wanted and he knew he wanted to give it to her.
The man groaned again and this time his cock surged inside that tight, little pussy. The girl moaned and he knew she could feel it.
“I told you I was a taker,” she said as that cock continued to cum inside her.
The detective grinned at her even as he left his cock in her hole. “Don’t you worry about that,” he told the girl. “I don’t think anyone’s going to hold that against you.”
“But I want them to hold it against me,” the girl whined. “I want them to take their frustrations out on my pussy. I want them to want to teach me a lesson. I want them to fuck me hard.”
The detective smiled again. “You know,” he told the girl, “something tells me you don’t have a damned thing to worry about.”
The detective walked into the curator’s office a little while later. “Stand up,” he told the man.
The curator looked up at the detective. “Why?”
“Because you’re under arrest.”
“Why?”
“Because for starters, there is no such mirror as what you described, because the only mirror that exists is the image that you put in the minds of these women.”
The curator just sat there looking at the detective. “How’d you figure it out.”
“It doesn’t matter. Now stand up.”
“I didn’t make them do anything they didn’t really want to do.”
“It doesn’t matter. Stand up.”
The man stood. He looked at the detective. “They liked it,” he said.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re under arrest.”
The man turned around and he let the handcuffs be put on him. “I helped them out. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Detective Paul Gregory turned the man back around. “I guess that’s for the courts to decide.”
The detective led the man out of the door. It had almost worked. There was no way the curator could have known that his first name wasn’t really Paul. It was Pavel. There was no way the man could have known that his grandmother had made sure he knew the language and history of the old land. Zerkalo plotskee naslazhdyenee, indeed. The mirror of carnal delights. What a quaint name but obviously fake except ...
Except that at least for those five women, the mirror really did exist.