a sequel to https://tgcaps.net/attemptsattg/post/tg-caption-fitting-punishment-834

"Welcome," the woman behind the desk said with a smile as Martin was led
into her office. "Mister…" "Detective," he said, showing his ID card. "Detective
Beckett." "Not our usual clientele, I must admit," Her ice-blue eyes sparkled with
amusement, "Though I suppose you're not here simply to… let off some stress?" "As
you may know, there have been a few cases of rather high-profile disappearances
lately in the city. And in my investigations, I found that all three cases, or at least the
men who disappeared, are linked with this establishment in one way or another. So I
am just here to… check out this lead. Not that we suspect you or anything, of course."

"Very well," She stood up, pouring out some tea from the pitcher on her desk
and offering it to Martin. "I'd be happy to cooperate with an upstanding officer of the
law such as yourself - but may I interest you in some of this herbal tea. I imagine you
can hardly be at your best with a parched throat." "Thank you," Martin murmured as
he took the glass, the brief thought crossing his mind that she could have had it
spiked - but as the woman drank some of the tea from her in glass, he relaxed, and
followed suit. "I assume you're familiar with these names? Tyler Beck, Gregory
Woods, and Joseph Santos…" "All patrons of our establishment," the woman
responded, not a crack in her demeanour, "And all missing. But we have countless
more patrons - surely this would make much more sense if it were a coincidence?"

"Which is why I'm here today… so we can confirm that it is in fact all just because of
coincidence." Martin felt a slight chill on the back of his neck, reaching up a hand to
absentmindedly brush away strands of hair that had lengthened to hang down even
past his rear - certainly not according to department regulations. Nor was the bright
pink color that had overtaken Martin's hair - a fact that conveniently skipped notice
as he absently twirled a lock of hair around one finger, pondering his next question.
"And do you have any records for when they last visited here?" "They all came
here the day they were reported missing." She giggled at the slightly confused look on
Martin's face, a face swiftly losing masculinity as its contours softened, eyes growing
wider as eyelashes longer as an amethyst shade overtook their irises. "I may have
been doing this for a long time, but I never forget a thing… I assure you." "W-why
would you tell me that?"

Slowly but surely Martin was beginning to realize he was out
of his depth, no match for this inscrutable, mysterious femme fatale. His voice
cracked slightly to reinforce the lack of confidence, becoming sweeter and higher
pitched mid-sentence. "That's the most direct evidence linking you to the crimes yet!
And you expose yourself, just like this…" "But you're missing one thing, my dear
Detective~" Martin quickly stripped off his coat, fanning himself as he felt himself
start to heat up, warmth concentrating in his chest area. “What reason could I
possibly have to make three men randomly disappear? Even if you were able to prove
I had the means and opportunity to do it, you have no hint of a motive, do you~?”

She stood up from her seat, circling around the desk as she approached Martin. “Let
me help you with that…” With a light flick of her fingers the fabric of his dress shirt
frayed and unraveled, though instead of a bare chest what was revealed as the
garment vanished was a tight-fitting black leotard. The chest area of said leotard
quickly filled out with a pair of voluptuous breasts, Martin blushing slightly as every
slight bounce and jiggle caused his sensitive nipples to rub up against the latex.
“Hah… I need to stop getting distracted… what did you do with those men? Killed
them? Kidnapped them?” “You’ll soon get to know for yourself, my girl~”

The woman slowly brushed her hand against Martin’s lower body, his pants
falling away and penis rising to the occasion, standing full-mast as she ran her hand
over it, teasing. “Hah… hah…” Martin could barely think coherently, much less think
to interrogate further as he panted loudly, all the muscles in his body tensing as his
member was stimulated further and further, brought closer and closer to its breaking
point. All the while his thighs plumped up, gaining generous curvature as his ass
similarly grew out, bubble butt pushing him up a little in his seat. “How about I ask
the questions, now, Ms. Detective, seeing as you don’t seem to be in any state to think
of anything.” The woman leaned closer and peered closely into Martin’s eyes, her
blue eyes seeming to stare past him and down into his soul, the core of his being. All
the while, her hands continued stimulating his lower body skillfully, tantalisingly,
keeping him on the edge of orgasm but never pushing him past it… “Why did you
choose this line of work in the first place?” “T-to bring justice to those who cannot
protect themselves…” No, that didn’t sound right… his motives were certainly not as
noble as that… “To fulfil my own selfish, depraved desires…” “Good… I’m glad you’re
being honest with yourself - and with me, of course~” Martin’s penis slowly began to
wilt, shrinking further and further into his crotch, shaped by the woman’s fingers like
putty as an aching snatch took their place.

“What would you say is your foremost goal in life?” With a devilish smile the
woman’s fingers dug into the void between Martin’s legs, causing the newly-turned
girl to moan out loud, though she still managed to force out an answer. “Fuck… to
fuck… and be fucked… to feel every kind of fucked up pleasure and give it in return…”
Various items appeared across her body to accentuate her new outfit - white wrist
cuffs, cloth collar around the neck and black tie that nestled snugly in her cleavage,
stockings wrapping around her legs tightly and highlighting the curvature of her
thighs. “That’s good to hear - why, you’ll be perfect!” The woman’s arms wrapped
around Martin’s back, their lips meeting as she gave the surprised girl a deep,
passionate kiss. It almost felt like something was entering her body from the kiss…
but that couldn’t be the case, could it? Martin’s ears narrowed to sharp points,
seductive power awakening within her that she was fully aware of and able to wield
to its full potential… she was a succubus, after all. And though her demonic features
may not have been as obvious as some of her sisters, Maria knew that her libido was
every bit as strong… “I have just one more question,” the woman smiled as she broke
the kiss, satisfaction crossing her expression as she watched Maria clean herself up,
making sure her outfit was in place. “Will you be able to start working here right
away?” “Of course, Mistress~” With a snap of her fingers Maria made a pair of bunny
ears appear, which she quickly affixed to the top of her head, grinning a little as they
made eye contact. “I look forward to it.”

As the newest addition to their establishment left their office, the woman let
out a soft sigh - though not of worry, but of happiness. That detective had certainly
been close to finding the truth - closer than anyone had ever come, really. But what
did it matter? Even if his colleagues knew he had been here chasing down a lead -
which she very much doubted, despite what he had said - they would be no match for
her, gone the way of Detective Beckett. And if there came to be too many eyes on her,
and her establishment? She’d just move her operations somewhere else, as she had
so many times in the past… one thing was sure, though. So long as there were men
for her to corrupt and bring under her influence, her existence would remain, as it
had for thousands of years….