                                 Chapter 1

     Like a shadow, he stood near the top of the staircase
leading to the darkened dungeon far below. The quietness seemed
oppressive as he strained to hear if she were making any
movements. Practically drooling with anticipation, he fantasized
in his mind's eye what she would look like and how she would be
suffering. He started down the stairway leading to the room where
he had carried her several hours earlier. The stirring in his
crotch was an indication of how eager he was to get on with his
games. The waiting while the chloroform wore off had excited him
to a peak of near explosive savagery. His only concern now was if
his assistant had carried out his orders the way she was supposed
to. God help her if she hadn't.
     As he neared the bottom of the long wooden stairway, he
could still see her in his mind's eye as she had stepped from the
stage entrance behind the theater. Her long blond hair, blown
suddenly across her face nearly covered her deep green eyes and
sensuous  mouth. After the long wait in the dark and cold, he had
nearly suffered heart failure when throwing his arm around her
body. His hand had fallen on one full breast, the softness taking
the breath out of his lungs. Holding the rag over her mouth and
nose, the feel of it jutting against his palm had burned into his
brain like a fire brand.
     The chloroform had worked well. She fell so quickly he had
nearly been pulled down with her. Struggling to carry her limp
form unseen out of the darkened alley, he felt quite fortunate no
one had blundered into the sinister tableau. She had been like a
rag doll as he toiled to lock her in place in the rear of his
van. Once she had been secured to the overhead stanchion he had
simply to drive her to his ornate estate and carry her down the
stairs to his ornate medieval dungeon. There he had left her in
the hands of a trusted slave until the chloroform wore off ending
her deep slumber.

     Now, hours later, he stood at the heavy oak doorway, his
cock hard and pulsating as it jutted away from his groin area.
Holding his breath in anticipation, he opened the door and
slipped quickly inside. Only torch light would suffice for this
erotic encounter and he hurried to light the torch protruding
from the wall. 
     The sudden flare as the match exploded into life brought a 
sharp intake of breath from inside the room. Quickly touching the
flame to the torch he turned to let his eyes fall on the raised
platform and the figure it held. His cock twitched and grew even
harder as he stared at her, savoring every moment as she gasped
for breath. He saw she had been placed in the position he had
ordered. Hilda had done exactly as she was told. 
     It was incredible to see her struggling in the restraints.
She had a body of perfection, deeply tanned from hours in the
sun, and she was completely nude. The lines of a bikini bottom
stood out white against the bronze skin. Not even that would
describe it, more the outline of a small G-string perhaps, barely
enough to cover the slit of her pussy and no more. Her delicate
blond pubic hair had been nearly removed to fit the outline of
the suit leaving only a bare minimum to cover the entrance to her
love garden. 
     Her breasts stood out, firm and round, curving gracefully to
a magnificent point, the nipples surrounded by aureoles no larger
than a half dollar. Just the type he loved. No covering for those
beauties, he thought to himself. They were the same sun bronzed
sheen as the rest of her body. Just the type to drive men mad, he
chuckled. She probably took great pleasure letting them watch as
she soaked up the rays. Let em look, just don't let em touch. He
laughed out loud then, knowing her life was about to change
dramatically. She was going to get touched, oh, how she was going
to get touched.    
     Her head was high as her flashing eyes strained to see into
the gloom. A wide strip of adhesive tape stretched across her
mouth, cutting off any sounds she might make. Other than an ugly
growl deep inside her throat, it was perfect. Her arms had been
pulled upward to the corners of a framework affair, the tension
pulling her tits full and erect. The cool air had made her
nipples hard and delightful to look at. Moving his eyes downward
he could see her legs and ankles, stretched painfully apart and
tied to the corners of the platform she was forced to stand on. 

     Chuckling out loud, he could see her cringe as he stepped
closer. Reaching out his dirty hand, he slowly ran his index
finger around the silky smooth edge of her nipple. She gasped and
struggled against her bonds but the ropes held her fast. She was
helpless as he continued his arousing game. Arousing for him, not
her. The crying and moaning sounds did nothing more than make him
even hotter than he already was. As he squeezed and fondled her,
he was delighted to see her nipples grow even harder and more
turgid. "Good, sweet cheeks," he smirked at her. "I love tits
that respond this way. Be a good girl and maybe I'll let you keep
them."
     A look of terror appeared in the woman's eyes. She tried to
struggle but to no avail. The pain was probably too much. He
laughed and stepped back, hypnotized by her beautifully tanned
and naked body. It was much the same reaction an addict would
experience after taking a hit. Seeing a beautiful woman in this
position was his addiction. It lifted him, made him feel wild,
wonderful, vitalized. Especially when he visualized the finale to
all this, sinking his turgid cock into his helpless victim. 
     Working without wasted motion, he removed her from her
hanging position and threw her onto a homemade replica of an
ancient torture rack. Overpowering her expected struggle for
freedom, he brutally encased her flailing wrists and arms in more
tight fitting rope and tied her to the upper corners of the
device. Once her arms were immobilized, it was only a matter of
moments until he had her flailing legs spread and secured. The
urge to bury his tongue in the musk of her pussy was overwhelming
but he fought it off. 
     Staring down at her, he smiled for an instant. Looking into
her deep green eyes, he began speaking in his high, squeaky
voice. "I'll tell you this only once, my dear. I'm going to
remove the tape from your mouth. You don't scream or yell. Do you
understand?"
     She stared back at him, fright etched into her face. He
squeezed one of her nipples tightly between his thumb and
forefinger. The reaction was instant as she screamed through the
gag and nodded her head up and down. "Good," he muttered. "Now
then, you do exactly as I command and you may come out of this
with your life. It's up to you how much you suffer."
     Taking the corner of the tape in his fingers, he tore it
from her lips. She gasped and opened her mouth as if to talk.
Taking advantage quickly, he leaped onto her and guided his now
monstrously hard cock into the open orifice. Sliding the head
across her tongue, he forced it deep into the back of her throat.
He felt her gag at the sudden intrusion. "You know what to do,
don't you girlie?" he snickered.
     She had no choice. She was tied spread eagle, unable to
move. The huge member filled her mouth so completely she could
only suck it deeper into her warm, moist opening in an effort to
breathe. He felt like he was on fire as the vacuum enlarged him
even more. He could feel the juice burning through his veins as
it built to a quick point of heat and ejaculation. He could
hardly contain himself as he fought to curtail his first jolt of
cum. It was sweet torture, the way he liked it the best. 
     Using all the will power he could muster, he pulled out of
her warm, wet mouth and slithered down her body, making sure his
wet hardon slid through the valley of her tits and across her
flat belly. He was by now nearly insane with want for the dark
slit encased in her beautiful triangle of pubic hair. Like a wild
animal, he snarled as he drove his mouth between her legs and
buried his darting tongue in the sweetness of the slit. Surprise
encased him as he found her gushy and hot down there. Sucking a
man's cock did that to some women. The squeal emitting from her
throat as he hit the tip of her clit nearly ended it for him.
With a tremendous upheaval, her hips rose off the table, forcing
her cunt harder against his burning mouth. "Don't stop," she
gasped. 
     Jesus, the bitch must be getting off on this. Pulling away
reluctantly, he stared down at her writhing body, her eyes full
of fear and at the same time a longing look for more. "You're
going to be sorry for that display, bitch," he spat at her.
     Rushing across the room, his cock jutting like a massive
spear, he tore open a large metal wall locker. Like a man
possessed, he tore into it, searching for something. Moments
later, a grunt of satisfaction emitting from his throat, he
turned and headed back in her direction. In his hand he carried a
massive rubber dildo, one so huge it caused her to panic before
she started pleading with him. "My God, no, you wouldn't. Please,
you can't."
     "Oh yes. We're going to see just how much you get off after
this is embedded in that pussy of yours."
     The woman screamed and thrashed about on top of the rack,
she threw her body back and forth as best she could within the
restraints as he sat about his grisly task. The dildo was
massive, too massive, much too large for anything except perhaps
a small pony. He tried penetrating her with it, but it was an
impossible task. She nearly split his ear drums as he pushed and
manipulated it between her legs. Then he had an idea. Laying it
aside, he reached down and inserted his middle finger inside her
gyrating cunt. Instantly she slowed her movements. Rapidly moving
his finger about, she began to moan slightly deep within her
throat. He inserted another finger, and another, until he was
able to slide his whole hand inside her scalding body. By this
time the woman was beyond caring, she was continuously moaning as
he played between the lips of her vagina. Experimentally, he
doubled his fist. Even then she was so slippery and sloppy he had
no trouble.
     Deciding it was time, he removed his hand. Picking up the
dildo, he positioned it at the entrance of her dark triangle and
slammed it into her body with one swift blow. The sound she made
was one of someone having their hand or foot mangled. Loud and
hideous from the bottom of her lungs as the dildo tore into her.
It happened so swiftly her vagina had no chance to compensate for
the size of the thing. The tearing of flesh was evident as her
blood trickled down from below her pussy. Watching as it slid
deep within her body, he felt as if his cock would explode.
Seeing her writhe and buck atop the rack, unable to move, was his
elixir. Her pain must have been terrific judging from the grimace
on her face. 
     "You see what happens? You're not here to enjoy this, I am."
     "Please," she choked, "the pain, I can't . . . take . . .
the pain. No more, oh, God, please, no more."
     The instrument caused a loud sucking noise as he withdrew
it. She screamed again, probably pain caused by the vacuum of the
withdrawal. He stared at her gaping pussy, stretched now beyond
even his imagination. Pretty stupid, he thought to himself. I've
opened her up so a fuckin horse couldn't enjoy it.
     "Your lucky day, bitch." he snarled. "You get a reprieve
until you get your cunt shrunk back to normal. How's that grab
ya?"
     "You slimy bastard," she managed to croak, "you probably
haven't fucked anything more than your hand since your first wet
dream."

     He felt the blood rush to his face as his temper flared. He
saw his hand shoot out as if it were acting on its own, the
fingers closing on her nipple like a vise. She screamed again as
he applied the pressure, then her eyes rolled back and she
slipped into merciful unconsciousness.
     His rage momentarily overcame him as he threw the dildo hard
against the far wall and his fist shot out to catch her on the
point of the chin. "You bitch, you lousy bitch!" he screamed at
her. "You'll pay, you'll pay with every breath."
     She didn't hear him. Her head hung limply between the
beginning of her cleavage. The blow had rendered her unconscious
and unfeeling.

     Her name was Marlene, Marlene Hildebrant McNeely, and she
was a dancer. Not a gogo dancer you see so often in most of the
city bars. Marla was class, class from the word go. Her family
was rich and she'd been sent to the right girl's schools. Since
the first grade she'd been training for the ballet and now she
was nearing the top. Understudy to the prima ballerina of the San
Francisco Ballet Company, and all before she reached the age of
30. 
     Being the beautiful daughter of one of the city's affluent
families hadn't hurt her, but she had earned her way to her
position. Hard work hour on end, day after day, week after week.
The payoff had been a body like a saint, everything in the right
place, held taught with sinewy muscles that rippled silkily as
she moved. The body she loved to pamper, to soak in oils and lay
in the sun. The body that drove most men to distraction and
fulfilled her deep hidden desire to make them squirm. This was
Marlene, and this was the woman Delford Menzmer had waited for in
the back alley of the opera house.
     She didn't know Menzmer at all, but she had on several
occasions received his flowers, only to send them back with her
excuses not to let him come backstage. It was these rebukes that
had finally brought his focus into her life as one of his
victims. At first, he had spared her, taking his anger and
fetishes out on other women of the city. Now it had befallen her
fate to become his latest visitor to the dungeon buried beneath
his home in Marin County.

     The first performance of the evening was nearly over when
she had decided to leave a few minutes early. Denise, her best
friend and wardrobe mistress had given her a huge hug as she left
by the back entrance. She wasn't even paying attention as she
skipped down the short staircase into the alley. Many nights she
had taken the same route, tonight was nothing different. The
sudden movement startled her as she felt the heavy arm drop over
her and squeeze her body. She felt the hand on her breast at the
same time she felt the rag over her mouth. A sweet, sickly odor
burned into her nasal passage, making her suddenly dizzy, unable
to breathe, and then making everything go black.
     She had no idea what had happened. The blackness faded to a
myriad of flashing particles before her eyes and a dull throbbing
headache. She opened her eyes, but they didn't seem to work. Then
she could see it was pitch black and silent. Trying to open her
mouth proved futile. There was something that tasted like
adhesive tape covering her lips. Moving was also a painful shock
to her consciousness and she was unable to scream from the sudden
biting agony burning into her wrists and ankles. Her mind quickly
cleared and she became acutely aware that most of her weight was
hanging on her wrist. She was tied to something above her head
and she was unable to move. Numbing horror overtook her as she
realized she was naked and tied tightly in a dark and musty room.
Fright made her almost gag, but the tape helped her force it
back. It was absolutely terrifying, standing this way in this
manner, naked, and unable to understand what had happened.
     Time seemed to stand still and she continued to wonder, to
try and piece together what must have happened to her. The ropes
became more and more agonizing as the time slowly drifted by. She
knew someone, or several someones had grabbed her and forced
something over her mouth and nose. Something that had rendered
her unconscious and helpless. She knew someone had hung her in
this room and someone had taken her clothes off. These things she
figured out. Why, she had no idea.
     It was at this moment in her life that the door had been
opened for a brief second and then closed. The blinding flash of
the match had made her gasp beneath her gag. As the torch flame
grew in size she was able to make out the figure of a naked man
standing before her, his eyes burning into her like a red-hot
poker. He was short and rather ugly to look at, slightly
overweight, but with one prominent asset. She could see his cock
jutting toward her, very hard and swollen. Enlarged so much that
it was nearly purple. Without a doubt, she knew what he had in
mind for her. The thought was repulsive and overwhelming to her
senses. Having this little gnome of a man rutting between her
legs was at the moment the most horrifying thing she could
imagine, and also probably the most imminent act that was about
to befall her.
     She tried to shrink back as his hand shot forward and began
fondling her nipple. Revulsion washed over her as he rubbed and
pinched her breast until she felt the nipple harden and swell.
His words about letting her keep her breasts made her nearly
faint with fright. The blinding pain as he pinched her nipple to
make her promise not to yell out was nearly more than she could
stand. He tore the tape from across her mouth and untied her with
unexpected strength. Before she could take any action he had her
flat on her back across some weird device shaped like a bed or a
table. She was taken completely by surprise as he quickly
stretched her arms tightly and tied her wrists above her head.
Spreading her kicking legs and tying them open had been the final
humiliating defeat. She was his and there was nothing she could
do about it. Her vagina was open to his view and anything else he
might want to use in it.
     His sudden jump on top of her body caused a gasp to escape
her. His weight was pressing the air from her lungs and as she
opened her mouth to gasp for breath she was stunned to find his
hard cock sliding across her tongue. It was horrible but she had
no choice but to take it in deeper and try to breathe around it.
It must have been her safety reflexes or something that took over
her body but suddenly her imagination was running rampant within
her. She suddenly was thinking of Darren and how he had tasted
the last time she did this for him. Quite suddenly she felt
herself turning on to the moment and decided to let her body ride
the waves of pleasure rather than endure the pain that would
surely follow if she resisted. It was a cock, no more, no less.
Just a hunk of meat and she sucked it with abandon. It grew
harder and harder and still she sucked, trying to make him come
before he had a chance to bury it between her legs. She felt
slightly disappointed when he squealed like a pig and withdrew it
from her mouth. 
     He must have been in a state of high excitement for she
suddenly felt his tongue entering her pulsating slit. The feel
was nearly heavenly, especially when he began rubbing his tongue
up and down her swollen clit. Her pleasure was short lived for of
course she lost her head and began begging him to keep going. He
flew into a rage then and stormed across the room. What he did
next made her sob with disbelief. He returned carrying the
largest artificial penis she had ever laid eyes on. The girls
backstage had shown her several large dildos but nothing like
this one. She knew in an instant it would tear her wide open if
he could somehow even manage to get it inside of her. He didn't
hesitate, but turned to the task of trying to insert it into her
body. The pain was terrific and she screamed as loud as she could
from it. Thrashing about as best as she could didn't seem to help
as she continued his fiendish game. Finally he gave up and laid
it aside. The pleasure of his fingers suddenly replaced the pain
and she began to relax once more.
     It was so strange she thought to herself. Being in this
position, and once realizing she was helpless, starting to enjoy
his ministrations. His fingers working in and about her vagina
was suddenly driving her slightly wild. She knew she was
beginning to moan and she couldn't help it. It felt so terribly
delicious and she was shocked when he suddenly flew into such a
rage. The fear returned very quickly when she saw what state the
ugly little man had worked himself into. She could hardly believe
what happened next. He brought the dildo against the entrance of
her vagina and savagely thrust it deep inside her. The pain was
one of absolute agony. Nothing could compare to what it felt like
having a dildo the size of a baseball bat inserted in her pussy.
She tried to beg and plead with him but was barely able to speak
due to the pain. She felt like she was being turned inside out as
he began working the thing in and out of her. She lost track of
time until he tired of his game and pulled it out of her with a
loud sucking sound. His words burned into her brain as he again
took hold of her nipple and administered the pinch that sent
massive bolts of pain shooting through her. Darkness descended
over her like a blessing, the pain mercilessly causing her to
lose consciousness.

     Her inert, sweat soaked body lay on the rack, her head
cocked off to one side. It had only been a few minutes and
Menzmer was still in a furious rage trying to think of something
to really hurt her with. Sulking his way across the room, he
picked up a massive dildo, but knowing he wanted to fuck her
soon, he discarded it and returned to his little chest of toys.
An evil smile flooded across his face as he saw the old piece of
wire in the bottom of the drawer. Yanking it out he returned to
the woman and set about arranging his next surprise for her. 
     As she began to come to, he had completed his task. Taped to
her nipples were the ends of two bare electrical wires. In his
hands was the plug and close by the wall socket. It was going to
be delicious to see what happened to her when he slammed 110
volts into her tits.
     Her eyes fluttered open and riveted to him. She glared at
him for a second or two. "You miserable, sick, sack of shit," she
uttered, "I was right, you haven't been able to get a woman, have
you?"
     "I'm about to, bitch. In another second or so you're going
to be begging me to fuck you, then we'll see."
     Without hesitation he turned and inserted the plug into the
wall receptacle. The woman's lungs seemed to burst. Her body
literally lifted off the table as the electrical current tore
into her nipples. Writhing beneath the onslaught, her screams
grew hoarse. Pulling the plug, he turned and looked at her. Her
nipples were red and distended, gorged with blood from the
current that had coursed through her body. "Your call,
sweetheart, wanna try it again or beg me to give you some hard
cock?"
      Gasping to get some air in her lungs she managed to croak a
few words at him. "You're going to . . . do it anyway. Why should
I beg for it?"
     "Cause that's the way I want it. I wanna hear you beg."
     "Fuck you, pervert. You've already done your best, what more
could you do?"
     "Just this," he grunted and removed one of the wires from
her left nipple. Working swiftly, he stretched it downward and
attached it to the lips of her vagina. "Now then, want to
reconsider?"
     She continued glaring at him, not saying anything. He waited
a second and then inserted the plug in the socket once more. The
woman's body convulsed a second time, vibrating like a tight
wire. She screamed once more at the top of her lungs but he let
the current continue to flow for what seemed like hours. Watching
her body jerk from the massive muscular contractions made his
cock grow harder than he'd ever felt before. It was throbbing
from the blood engorged within and turning a dark shade of
purple.
     Yanking the plug from the wall, he turned and looked at her.
She was soaked in her own sweat, her lungs filling and exploding
with deep, heaving gasps. "Please, no more, you win. I can't take
another jolt like that. Do it to me, take me, fuck me, anything,
just no more, I'll beg if that's what it takes."
     She followed him with her eyes as he crawled up on the
table, her attention locked onto his gigantically hard cock.
Straddling her body, he took it in his right hand and began
guiding it toward her open pussy. "I knew you'd change your
mind," he spat. "Now then, here's where I really do my finest
work."

     She squeezed her groin muscles as tightly as she could, it
did no good. She felt the head of his cock sliding against her as
it separated the lips of her vagina. Struggling did no good
either, the bonds held her tightly. She screamed once more as he
sank the hard shaft to the depths of her very soul.
     It was over, he was inside of her. An old saying came to her
as he began pounding at her body. If it was inevitable, lay back
and enjoy it. It was her only recourse. Letting her body relax,
she began painting pictures in her mind's eye. Pictures of
handsome young men, naked, with hard cocks yearning to enter her
precious love pit. Fantasy dreams of her naked body being taken
by all these delicious men. She could feel the immense pleasure
of a hard male sliding in and out between her legs, titillating
her nerve endings. She was being raped and she didn't give a damn
anymore. The pain had been too much, her fate was sealed.
Whatever he wanted, he was going to get. 
     She heard him whinny like a race horse as he began pounding
at her like a pile driver. The first hot blast of cum was not
hard to detect as he mauled her even harder in his throes of
passion. She felt the sharpness of his cock as it struck over and
over into the bottom of her canal. She was unable to stop the
grunts and gasps emanating from within and bursting forth from
her lungs and throat.
     The last thing she ever felt was hideous. Somehow he had
managed to bring a large, sharp knife along as he had mounted
her. She caught the sudden flash of steel as his arm blurred
before her eyes and she felt a blow across her throat. The
sensation was of horrifying. She tried to breathe but couldn't
suck in any air. Her throat burned horribly and then the pain
struck her as her own blood flowed into her throat and lungs. The
knife had nearly severed her spine, paralyzing her from the neck
down as she drowned in her own blood. Menzmer continued pounding
away in her long after she was beyond help. 

                                  Ladycop

                                 Chapter 2

     Karla Sinclair was busy writing a report when the call to
the Lieutenant's office interrupted her. A moment of panic hit
her as she tried to think of anything she may have done wrong.
She was sure she hadn't bent any rules lately. Jumping to her
feet, she walked gingerly toward his office at the far end of the
room. Of course, every eye in the squad room followed her because
watching her walk across a room was enough to drive a lot of men
a little insane. She was truly the origin of the saying, poetry
in motion.
     Karla was more than just good looking, she was a knock out
in the words of several of her fellow officers. She was also the
best damn plainclothes cop in the city. No one yet had ever
suspected her of being the long arm of the law. She was the
perfect weapon in the fight against drugs and prostitution. The
vice and narcotics bureau was especially delighted with her
abilities. However, there were other factions throughout the
department with other ideas concerning her. 

     As she entered the Lieutenant's office, she glanced around
to see two plainclothes dicks huddling in the far corner. She
felt a flash of discomfort as she recognized the department's so
called heart throb, at least in the opinion of her other female
counterparts anyway. She wondered what Jim Devlin from homicide
was hanging around the narc bureau for.
     "Sinclair, you been reading the papers lately?" she heard
the lieutenant growl.
     "Yes sir, I try to keep up on current events."
     "Good, then you probably been reading about the whacko out
there that's been killing young women?"
    She wasn't dumb, it only took her a second or two before she
began to figure what might be taking place. "No, can't say as I
have," she stammered dumbly.
     "Well, you're about to. Devlin and Chilton here need some
help. Someone threw your name at them, you game?"
     "Why would they want me?" she asked. "My rumor mill says the
homicide bureau considers me a woman of low character and the
department hooker."
     "Thats what they say, but we need some bait to catch a
killer."
     She whirled around and looked into Devlin's eyes. They were
steel gray and cold, she felt a shiver run up her spine as he
stared back at her. "Now why didn't I think of that?" she blurted
back at him. "Why else would you need me. You don't need my help,
you just need my looks to draw in one of your sick, perverted
weirdos."
     "You wanna hear the story or just make smart comments?" he
said.
     She felt the hair rise on the back of her neck. "Look,
buddy, I'm not the one looking for a pidgeon, remember? You came
over here so don't act so high and mighty."
     The lieutenant jumped up and walked around the desk. "All
right you two, let's knock off the crap. Karla, take these two
out to your desk. Listen to their story before you make up your
mind, okay? Downtown is leaning on us to give them anything they
need"
     "All right, Lieutenant, come on, guess it doesn't hurt to
listen."

     Devlin pulled up a chair and focused those gray eyes on her
again. "Look, I know some of those assholes downtown give you a
bad rap. I'm not into it and I don't really give a shit. I'm just
trying to catch a killer and I'm sorry if you take it
personally."
     "Why wouldn't I take it personally and you are a part of it.
You said it yourself, you don't give a shit. In my book if you
don't care what they say then you must condone it. You think I
don't know whats taking place? Every hot rock asshole down there
has tried to get in bed with me. When they can't make it they
start spreading stories. I've heard em all and don't tell me you
haven't."
     "Okay, I've heard em. But you've got to admit, I haven't
tried to get in your bed."
     "Only because you haven't had any occasion to get up this
way."
     "You're wrong, Sinclair. Anyway, for what its worth, I'm
sorry about whats been going on. There are those who think you're
one of the best in your trade, you know?"
     "You don't say? I hadn't heard that one before," she said. 
     "You really haven't been reading the paper lately?" he
asked.
     "Yeah, I've read the papers. You've got a serial killer on
the loose and he likes attractive women."
     "That's the one," he grunted. "His latest victim is a woman
named Marlene McNeely. We found her body early this morning. She
was a looker from the word go, just the kind he goes for. The
puzzle palace decided to see if we had someone with those
attributes and they came up with your name."
     "So what makes you think he's going to find me? Its a big
city out there."
     "We know that, we're grasping at straws in a way but this
guy is different. He likes dancers or aerobic fanatics, women
with great bodies. This is his third one in the last month in the
dancer category. This one happened to be a member of the ballet
and the daughter of one of the Nob Hill group. He's pretty broken
up and starting to swing his weight around."
     "Figures!" she spat out. "Its fine when the low class girls
get it, but God help us if its one of the rich ones."
     Devlin didn't say anything for a second or two, then he
leaned forward in the chair. "Look, I didn't have anything to do
with this. They pulled your file in personnel and gave it to us.
I wanna catch this guy as bad as the next guy, but using you
undercover isn't my idea of the way to go about it. You'd have a
higher than average chance of getting yourself killed, and
believe me, this guy makes it nasty before he does them."
     She felt a chill run down her spine again. "Nasty how?" she
asked.
     "Real nasty. He's a sex freak and a sadist with an appetite
for rape and pain. The McNeely girl was beat to hell, raped and
mutilated, then killed by having her throat slit."
     "Shit!" she blurted. "Its always gotta be a sick bastard
with some kind of a quirk. Whatever happened to the old fashioned
Jack the Ripper type"
     "The world's changin, Sinclair, they're gettin sicker by the
minute out there. I'd really hate to see him get his hands on
you. I hope you turn us down."     
     "You knew I wouldn't turn the assignment down before you
even got here. It's no secret around the marble palace that my
sister was killed by one of these sick pukes. How could I turn it
down?"
     "I'm sorry, I didn't know. My boss only told me that you'd
take it no matter what."
     "Yeah, well, he was right. Where do we start?"
     
     Late the next afternoon she sat at a desk in the homicide
bureau. It seemed like every cop in the bureau heard she was in
the building. It was a continuous train of them as they came by
one by one to sneak a peek or ask if she'd changed her mind about
a dinner date. The briefings had taken nearly all day and now she
had nothing more to do except familiarize herself with the case
histories of this animal. It wasn't pleasant to wade through. He
was a real pervert, there was no doubt about it. His victims had
all been subjected to various forms of torture. There was
evidence of nipple and breast torture along with several other
highly painful procedures and all the victims had vaginal
tearing. It was uncertain whether from an overly large penis or
some kind of instrument. The semen amounts found inside the women
removed all doubt as to whether they had been raped. She didn't
like the idea of being used for bait even the tiniest bit, but
there didn't seem to be any other way. Trembling slightly at the
prospects of being this assholes next victim, she finished with
the files and turned to find Devlin standing behind, a look of
worry etched into his face. 
     "You look kind of odd," she said.
     "I'm worried. I'm worried that this guy just might find
you."
     "That's the whole idea isn't it?"
     "Yeah, but it just sits wrong in my gut."
     "Give me a little credit, I can take care of myself. I've
been working undercover assignments for nearly a year now."
     "Bustin kids for coke and grass. You haven't tackled a real 
asshole like this one yet."
     "Well, maybe we'll get lucky. Time will tell won't it?"
     "Yeah, time will tell. Meanwhile, we've got you a place set
up to get you started. He's taken two victims from the Moulin
Rouge up on North Beach. We figure he might just return to find
another one."
     "Whoa, wait a minute. If you think I'm turning myself into a
nudie cutie so all you pukes can take a look, you're nuts. I
don't know shit about topless dancing and I sure as hell don't
plan on starting now."
     "But we were counting on him seeing you there. I'm sure
that's the way he operates. Gets himself all hot and bothered
then snatches the one he likes best, outside in the alley where
its dark and deserted."
     "I think you're wrong. He picked two women from up there but
don't you think he's going to be a little more careful about
trying it again a third time?"
     "I don't know," he said in exasperation. "I don't know what
else to suggest. Maybe you're right."
     "Jesus," she spat out. "I'm not in favor of dancing on North
Beach. You got any other suggestions?"
     "Sorry, Sinclair, unless you think he might try the ballet
again. That could have been just a fluke or he might really be
interested in ballet, who's to say?"
     "Well, he's sure as hell not going to see much of me if I
have to dance in the ballet. He'll be dead of old age before I
learn how to pull that off. I guess we're stuck with the North
Beach idea much as I hate it."
     
     A few hours later, Karla stood with Devlin inside the office
of the manager at the Moulin Rouge. "You had any experience at
this stuff, lady?" he asked her.
     "Sure! I moonlight a lot as a naked dancer in North Beach,"
she spit at him.
     "Easy, lady, easy. This is your idea not mine. Its not going
to work very well unless you have some idea what you're doing up
there." 
     "All right, where do we start then?"

     She found out before the sun had began to settle over the
Golden Gate. The proprietor called in one of the ladies of the
show, known as Midnight to the patrons, and together they had
taken her to a part of the theater being used for just such
instances. There were a couple of other girls on a small stage in
various stages of undress, all trying to follow the music of an
ancient and old jukebox.
     "Okay," Midnight said. "Let's see what you can do."
     "You mean, just get up there and take off all my clothes?"
     "Well, that's up to you. You can start by doing a little
dancing. If you get by that part of it, then you can start taking
off your clothes."
     "Shit!" Karla grunted.
     Karla slowly took the two steps onto the wooden platform and
began to move to the music. At first she felt self conscious but
then she began to get into the beat and found out she could still
do a fair job of shaking and twisting.
     "Hey, girl," Midnight called out. "You're doing damn good
for a beginner. Where'd you learn to dance?"
     "I wasn't always in this business. Four years of college and
I did a lot of dating."
     "Yeah, with a body like that I can see how that might
happen. Take your blouse off, lets see if that has any effect."
     Karla kept with the beat of the music as she slowly
unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She
danced her way to the edge of the stage and dropped it on the
floor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Devlin enter the back
of the room and stopped in her tracks. "Oh, no! No way. The bra
stays on as long as he's in the room."
     Devlin walked down in front and looked up at her. "Havin a
problem, Sinclair. Whatta ya gonna do when the whole damn room's
full of people?
     "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," she spat at him.
"Give me a couple days, I'll work into it. Now get your ass outta
here."
     "Okay, have it your way. I'll check with you tomorrow. Good
luck."
     He made his way out the way he came in and Karla began
dancing again still wearing her skirt and bra. She knew she had
to start someplace but it felt a whole lot different than when
she was in the high school locker room. The other girls in the
room had left the platform and were now sitting down front
watching her dance. "Come on, Karla," Midnight called out. "Might
as well get it over with. "Let's see what you've got."
     Karla took a deep breath and unhooked her bra. Then she
deliberately turned her back to them and threw it toward her
blouse. She felt frozen for a second as her nipples stiffened in
the cool air. Then like  a person jumping into a frigid swimming
pool, she let out her breath and turned. She felt a sudden glow
as she heard the girls out front whistle softly and begin to
applaud. "Way to go, Karla, way to go. Jesus, if I only had a set
like that."
     Karla chuckled to herself at hearing Midnight lamenting. It
wasn't so bad now. Dancing with her breasts bare wasn't so bad
after all. Doing it in front of an audience though, that was
going to be something else.

     Three nights later she got to find out. Midnight had worked
with her until she could pass as one of the girls without any
trouble. They even came up with a good stage name for her,
Velvet. Now, standing in the wings waiting for her music and
introduction, she felt her heart sitting so deep in her throat
she could hardly breathe. Of course, Devlin and half the
department was sitting out front to see her debacle. She felt
anger and contempt at the bastards trekking down here to see her
in her worst moment of humiliation. However, as her music began
and she heard the announcer in the background, Midnight appeared
next to her and gave her a reassuring hug. With a final good
luck, she felt Midnight's hand shove her gently out of the
curtains. Then it was too late.
     Loud applause struck her ears as she began to move in rythem
with the music. She couldn't tell if it were for real or just
catcalls from her fellow personnel. For the next ten minutes she
performed just the way Midnight had taught her and when she
finally bared her breasts, the applause was thunderous. Giving a
big sigh of relief, it was over. She had made it and it had been
more of a lift than even she realized it could be. Suddenly she
found that dancing nearly naked on a stage in front of a roomful
of men had had a strange and different effect on her. A feeling
of elation seemed to grip her as she danced off the stage and
into the dressing room. It was like a euphoric high as she sat in
front of the mirror watching a tiny trickle of sweat slithering
down between her sharply pointed breasts. It suddenly dawned on
her what she was feeling and shock jolted her back to reality.
She was turned on and couldn't understand why. Dancing naked with
a bunch of leering men watching had made her hot and she didn't
like it. Not one bit.  
     A soft knock at the door snapped her out of the despair.
Wrapping a large kimono around herself she opened the door to the
tiny room. Devlin stood on the other side. This time there was no
smiles or laughter. He looked grim as a matter of fact. "What is
it?" she asked.
     "I just wanted to . . . well, I just had to . . . Damnit. I
couldn't help telling you how absolutely great you just did out
there. I feel ashamed for the first time in my life. I just
wanted to apologize for the way I've been treating you, that's
all."
     She smiled at him and then pursed her lips. "Okay, Devlin.
It was probably pretty hard for you to say. Apology accepted. Now
then, you wanna come in or just stand out here in the hall?"
     "Ah, well . . . no. I better be on my way. That is, we gotta
remember what the hell we're doing here. We're after a killer if
I'm not mistaken."
     "Okay, right you are. I've got two more shows. We'll just
have to play it by ear for a few days and see if anything
develops."

                          Watch for Chapter 3 


                                 Chapter 3

     The routine went on for several weeks while Karla continued
dancing at the Moulin Rouge. Two more women were found murdered,
one of them a dancer in a club at the other end of Northbeach.
They considered it a break that he hit Northbeach again and knew
he was close. Karla was more or less settling into the life of a
topless dancer and slipping more and more away from being a
detective with San Francisco Police. She was starting to lose
sleep, mainly because of the weird reaction she was having with
this kind of dancing. The sexual thing was beginning to worry her
and she didn't know what to do about it. Getting turned on every
night and then going home to an empty apartment wasn't her idea
of being a happy camper.
     Three weeks into the operation, Karla Sinclair made a
mistake. Leaving the theater slightly early to avoid any crowds,
she momentarily let her guard down. It was only for a second, but
it was long enough. She was overly tired and as she stepped off
the bottom step she stumbled slightly on one of her high heels.
Regaining her balance had taken her mind off why she was out here
in the first place. Two steps later she felt the presence of
someone behind her and then the sudden restriction as an arm
closed around her body and a chloroform filled rag was pressed
over her nose and mouth. She tried to fight but the sudden gasp
of the chemical into her lungs weakened her knees. The sensation
of falling washed over her and then millions of sparkling lights
filled her head.

     Her first thought as she began coming out of the fog was
that she was cold, very cold. Then she felt pain in her shoulders
and arms. Trying to move sent waves of more discomfort through
her body. Opening her eyes proved fruitless, she was in darkness.
Terror filled her as she realized why she was cold. She was being
held upright by tight restraints encircling her wrists and she
wasn't wearing any clothes. It was a horrifying feeling to be in
this position, in the darkness, tied tightly in an upright
position and to be totally nude. The chill of the room made her
shiver and she could feel her nipples, hard now from the cold
air. She tried to move her lips and tongue but to no avail. She
had been around long enough to know what a ball gag was and she
was wearing one now. She could taste the rubber of the ball as it
pressed against the roof of her mouth.
     The pain of her position grew steadily worse and she
wondered how long she was going to have to hang this way before
her captor appeared. It was with a small sigh of relief when her
question was answered. She heard the door opening and then the
blinding light hit her in the face. His high squeaky voice sent a
chill through her body. "Splendid, my dear. How wonderful that
you're awake. I was beginning to think I used too much
chloroform."
     She grunted in her throat but it was more from rage than
trying to answer him. "Sorry you can't talk yet, but have faith.
I'll give you your chance to say something. My, my, you are a
beauty though. I'm looking forward to enjoying you very much."
     He jumped up on the platform and begin releasing her ankles
from the restraints. With a little luck she thought she just
might me able to overpower him if he only untied her hands. Her
heart sank when he reached up and loosened one wrist only to pull
it quickly across and apply handcuffs to both her wrists. Now he
could control her fairly well and that was just what he did. Her
other arm free he quickly pulled her down and jerked her across
the room. Before she could see what was taking place she felt
herself being catapulted through the air to land on a bed of
sorts. The jolt knocked her senseless for a second or two, long
enough for him to get her positioned and secure her arms above
her head.
     Unable to move her arms now, she felt him working at her
feet. Spreading them wide and tying them securely to the corners
of the bed. Within short minutes she was spreadeagle across his
device and unable to move once again. The gag in her mouth held
in an involuntary scream as she felt him reach between her legs
and yank a tuft of hair from her most sensitive parts. He smiled
down at her then as he held the hair before her eyes, spittle
drooling down his chin. "You see, my dear. I have no compulsions
about inflicting pain. You obey my every command or there's more
of this, more than you could possibly stand. You understand me?"
     She did nothing. Just glare back at him. He reached down
quickly and took one of her nipples between his fingers.
Squeezing hard caused her to gasp and squirm on the bed. "You
acknowledge me when I ask you a question, you understand?"
     She nodded her head and felt him relax his hold on her
breast. It began to dawn on her just what a position she was in.
Fright and terror made her begin to tremble as she realized no
one knew where she was and this was the killer that was leaving
women dead all over the county. His MO was going to be to rape
her and then kill her. She just wondered how long after the rape
he did his killing.
     He continued to leer down at her nude body for a few
seconds. Then, quite unexpectedly, he reached up and removed the
ball gag from her mouth. As soon as she could wet her tongue and
lips she spat at him. "You dirty scum, if I wasn't tied down I'd
tear your throat out."
     "My, my, such language out of such a pretty girl. Keep it
up, I love it. The feistier the better, it gives me a bigger
hardon. I'm sure you'd enjoy a bigger hardon now wouldn't you?"
     "Up yours, asshole!" she screamed.
     "Quite the contrary, my dear. More like up yours to be more
correct."
     Her eyes grew larger as she watched him remove the robe he
had been wearing. Underneath he was as naked as she was. Her gaze
locked onto his more than hard cock. She had never seen anyone as
large as he was. This guy made John Holmes look inadequate. She
doubted if there were many women that could take such a hunk of
flesh. Fear returned quickly as he approached the table and began
to climb on top of her. Horror filled her as he slowly guided his
massive cock toward her mouth. "Open wide, I'll only give you one
chance."
     Clenching her teeth together, she tried to turn her head to
the side. Sensing her movement, he reached back and she could
feel him take hold of a rather large tuft of her pubic hair.
Without warning he began slowly pulling it out of her skin. The
pain hit her like a sledgehammer. Her mouth opened from the sheer
agony, leaving her vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.
     The massive head of his cock entered her mouth, forcing her
to open it even wider. My, God, she thought to herself. He's got
to be nearly as big as a small pony. The size of it made her jaw
muscles hurt as he forced it deeper. Terror that she would
suffocate grabbed hold of her as he began fucking her in the
mouth. It was horrible, listening and feeling him as he pumped in
and out. She was powerless under him. She could do nothing but
lay and let him have his way. She knew he would undoubtedly put
it between her legs when he finished here. In a last ditch effort
to get him off her, she built up her courage and bit down on his
concrete hard piece of flesh. Blood filled her mouth as she heard
him scream like a young girl. The full weight of his body crushed
down on her as he withdrew his member and jumped off onto the
floor. "You bitch!" he screamed. "You lousy bitch, oh, how you're
going to pay for that. You just better pray you didn't do any
perman     Holding himself between the legs, he rushed out of the room,
leaving her alone and covered in splatterings of his blood.
Turning her head, she spit and spit until most of it was on the
floor. The drops splattered across her breasts was beginning to
dry already. At least she had bought herself a little reprieve,
she just wondered what it was going to cost her. 

     Laying flat on her back for what seemed like hours,
especially when she wasn't wearing any clothes, was not the most
pleasant thing she had ever experienced. She wasn't in any pain
though and felt she was at least lucky for that. Her luck was
short lived, for it was only a few minutes later that the door
flew open with a resounding crash. She could see him standing in
the doorway, the light shining from behind him. As he entered the
room she could see that he was wearing a pair of loose fitting
shorts with several spots of blood visible on the front. "You
miserable whore," he snarled at her. "You've only managed to
prolong your fate. The pain you're going to get between now and
then isn't going to be worth it, believe me."
     She refused to enter into the conversation. Glaring at him
and not speaking seemed to make him even more nervous and
agitated. He spun around and crossed the room only to return
carrying an item that raised her fright level several degrees. He
had in his hands a monstrous dildo that no one could possibly
take inside of them. It had to be larger than an oversized
baseball bat. "Now we'll see how it feels to be on the other end
of pain, whore. Wearing this for a few hours should take some of
the fire out of you."
     Chuckling to himself like a crazed maniac, which she
believed him to be by now, he set about opening a tube of
lubricating jelly. Then in the most humiliating way he could, he
began filling the entrance of her vagina with the cold, slippery
goo. After he was satisfied that he'd put plenty into her, he
picked up the rubber toy and placed it at the entrance of her
womanhood. "Enjoy this you bitch," he snarled again.
     She felt the head of the thing entering the lips of her
vagina. Trying to squeeze her muscles didn't seem to do any good
as the lubricant just let it slide deeper inside of her. She felt
herself spreading before it and at the same time felt the buildup
of the pain that was going to accompany it. It was nearly the
same feeling as she suspected childbirth would be, that of being
stretched beyond one's imagination. She couldn't help screaming
as he continued to press it beyond her limit. She knew she was
going to rupture any second, her flesh couldn't take anymore
stretching. With a final grunt he stopped the pressure. She
raised her head slightly and could see he had pushed the full
length of it into her. It felt like she was holding a phone pole
between her legs. Her breath was coming so rapidly she felt like
she was going to faint.
     His next move was to wrap a leather strap around her waist
and bring another one up between her legs. Joining the two just
below her navel he tightened the buckle until the dildo was held
tightly inside of her. "There now, slut. I have a few things to
take care of in town. I certainly hope you enjoy your little
adventure with my pet plaything."
     Gasping, barely able to speak, she pleaded with him not to
leave her like this. He just laughed and walked out the door.
God, how horrible, she thought to herself. Tied down to a
makeshift torture rack, nude and spreadeagle and with the world's
largest dildo tearing her apart inside. It was locked in tightly
with no hope of being pushed out and the pain was slowly going to
drive her nuts. She felt the cold beads of sweat trickling down
her ribcage and off her forehead. The monstrous pole impaling her
between the legs felt like it was growing larger. She knew she
was moaning deep in her throat but she couldn't help it.

     She had no idea of how long she lay there, minutes or hours,
it was pure hell no matter how you look at it. She heard the door
open and prayed it was him to remove this hideous thing from her
body. Turning her head to the side she was aghast to see a
statuesque, well built woman standing in the doorway. She was
dressed all in black leather and must have been nearly six feet
tall. Her long legs were encased in black net stockings leading
into a pair of those extremely high heel boots the S/M crowd love
so much. "Who . . . who are you?" she managed to croak.
     "Hilda," came the reply. "You might say I'm sort of the
caretaker around here."
     "Please, help me. Get me out of this. At least remove the
thing from between my legs for God's sake."
     "If I did that, I'd be next to take your place," she smiled.
     "You're not going to leave me this way, are you?" You must
know how much pain this thing can cause in a woman."
     "I only came in to make sure you're still alive. He
instructed me before he left."
     "Oh, God, two perverts. I suppose you enjoy seeing me like
this?"
     The woman smiled and came closer. "Very much, yes. You're
one of the more beautiful women that have lain there. You and the
one about two months ago. I enjoyed her, too."
     Moving quickly, she bent over Karla's upper torso. Karla let
out a gasp when she felt the woman's mouth close on her nipple.
The hot tongue slithered around first one, then the other. She
couldn't stop the sudden reaction as she felt her nipples grow
hard. The incessant suction and the tongue running around her
aureoles made them grow to full erection. "NO!" she screamed,
"Stop it you filthy bitch."
     "Scream all you want my dear. I can tell you're enjoying it
though. It'll help take your mind off the dildo that's stretching
your cunt. Jesus, you should see it from here. God, if I could
only get my mouth on it."
     "Take it out. Think how good it would taste without the
dildo. You could always put it back in if he comes back."
     Hilda stepped back a couple of steps and looked down at her
for a few seconds. "I guess it wouldn't hurt for just a little
while, now would it girlie?"
     Karla sighed with relief as she felt the belts being
loosened. Then, the heavenly relief as the dildo was withdrawn
with a sickly sucking sound. Building up her courage she licked
her lips. "Come on, Hilda, let's see what you've got. Give me a
little pleasure before he comes back."
     She didn't have to wait long, Hilda dove into her with
abandon. Her tongue was everywhere. Karla felt it probing and
stabbing madly in and around her vagina, burning across her clit
like a firebrand. Fighting not to enjoy it too much, she began
moaning loudly. "Hilda, harder, harder, suck harder."
     Hilda was becoming frenzied with her mouth. "Untie me,
Hilda, let me do you. Let me taste your pussy. It isn't fair for
you to give me all the pleasure."
     She didn't expect what happened next. The woman nearly tore
her leather panties off and straddled Karla's head, bringing her
pussy above Karla's mouth. Before Karla could do or say anything,
Hilda simply lowered herself. A feeling of horror shot through
her at the first taste of another woman, the salty sweet taste of
the thick lubricant as it covered the lower half of her face. She
decided she wasn't a lesbian in any way, shape, or form. There
was no turn-on from having another woman's pussy covering her
mouth. She had to go along with the ruse though and reluctantly
began running her tongue around Hilda's labia, much the same way
Hilda was doing to her.
     Inwardly she felt like gagging but on the outside she had to
act like she was enjoying every minute. Moaning in her throat as
she licked and tongued Hilda's clit, she kept asking the woman to
untie her. "Hilda, let me loose. I can do much more for you if I
were free. I can't move with these ropes on me."
     The woman was becoming so sexually turned on that she began
panting and sucking harder. Lifting her body away from Karla, she
jumped to her feet and began untying the knots that held so
tightly. Within seconds, Karla was loose. Moving as quickly as
she could, she jumped off the table, nearly collapsing from the
numbness in her feet. Trying frantically to get the circulation
going in her feet and ankles, she began circling the larger woman
looking for an opening. The woman knew instantly she had made a
mistake and made a lunge for Karla. It was just what Karla
needed. Stepping aside she was able to use the woman's momentum
to flip her head over heels with a resounding crash to the floor.
Once on the floor, Karla was able to jump on her back and get an
arm around her neck and throat. She was in the process of
applying a tight choke hold when she sensed the movement behind
her and the sudden explosion to the side of her head. Millions
and millions of sparkling particles seemed to fill the room
before darkness descended over her.

     The ache in her head coupled with the ringing sensation was
the first conscious feeling she had as the darkness faded away.
She was suddenly awake, her head feeling full of pressure and
pain. Then she realized she was upside down and horror hit her
once again. She was tied from the ceiling, her legs and ankles
spread wide and bound tightly to the overhead beam. Hanging this
way forced blood into her head until it pounded away like a
jackhammer. Her arms were secured in the same manner to bolts
located in the floor which spread her wide and in a very
uncomfortable position. From her upside down view, she could see
a pair of legs standing close in front of her. There wasn't much
doubt as to who they belonged to. "Very cleaver I must say. You
thought you'd try and pull something off, huh whore? Too bad,
especially for you."
     She tried to say something but her tongue felt like it was
glued to the roof of her mouth. The only sound coming from her
throat was a painful groan. She heard him chuckling to himself as
the legs moved out of her sight. To her shock and surprise she
could now see the far wall, and securely tied to it, her recent
nemesis. Hilda was as much a prisoner as she was. Gone now were
the leather panties and bra. Her only remaining articles of
clothing were the net stockings and the boots. The woman's head
hung down, her long blond hair covering her bare breasts. Karla
could see a trickle of blood oozing down the side of her head and
knew she was totally unconscious.
     From her position it seemed funny to see a naked woman
chained upside down to a wall. It was just the allusion though
for it wasn't Hilda that was upside down. Karla tried to think of
what this madman had in mind now. Two women at his mercy and he
was a known killer. She didn't have long to wait. He was suddenly
next to her, his feet just inches from her nose. "You bitches
have caused me enough trouble. I should have known better than to
leave you alone with Hilda in the house. Now you can both be my
amusement for a while. I just wonder what the police will say
when they find the two of you at the same time?"
     His words sent a shudder through her and she felt a moment
of panic. It appeared there was not much chance of her being
rescued and this maniac was going to make a move before too long.
She watched as the pair of feet walked away to cross to where
Hilda was strung up on the wall. She could see him plainly now
even if he was inverted to her eyesight. He had removed his
clothing and was holding the massive dildo in his hand. It was
fascinating to watch as he applied a thick glob of lubricant
between Hilda's legs and then forced the dildo into her slit.
Being unconscious was merciful because the sudden gush of blood
left no doubt that something had torn. Karla could only guess at
how that would have felt. She could just imagine how the woman
was going to feel when she came to, and from the way Hilda was
beginning to moan, it wasn't going to be very long.
     The bastard finished his grisly work and returned to her
side. She felt his hand as it moved to her pussy and began
rubbing her hair to wipe off the blood. The feeling caused her to
twitch and wiggle within her bonds and at the same time to stare
at the woman on the far wall. The dildo had stretched her open to
an almost unbelievable limit, as though she was holding a large
pole between her legs. Karla saw her eyes flutter once and then
fly open from the pain. She knew it was probably washing over
Hilda without mercy. The scream that filled the room confirmed
her prediction. She watched as Hilda threw her head back and
continued screaming, her body gyrating and twisting within the
ropes, trying to rid itself of the horrible thing embedded in it.
Karla cringed even though she herself was in a very uncomfortable
position. She had first hand knowledge of the unrelenting
pressure and pain when the monstrous object was inserted in the
vagina. Fortunately it hadn't torn any flesh when he had forced
it into her.
     What happened next was unbelievable in her mind and body.
The man stood back to reveal an electrical cord where she could
see it. "Time to pay, bitch. You won't be biting anyone else
after I'm through with you."
     She watched him insert the plug into a nearby wall socket.
The blast of electricity that hit her was so shocking she
couldn't believe it. A hideous jolt struck her nipples and pussy
convulsing her body like the victim of an epileptic fit. She knew
she was screaming but it wasn't registering in her mind, only the
pain, the unforgiving, blistering pain. While she had been
unconscious he had attached the electrical nightmare to her body.
Now she was suffering the full effects of the hideous device.
Pure electricity entering her body at the most sensitive
locations was one of the most unforgettable pains she would ever
experience. 
     The killer was also experiencing some of his own sensations.
He was in a state of extreme excitement as he watched the women
twist and convulse and listened to them screaming their lungs
out. It was a heavenly sight for one so sick and perverted. His
cock was so hard it was turning purple from the pressure of the
blood pumping into it. 
     Growing tired of his game finally, he removed the plug from
the wall. Karla had long since passed out and now hung limply
like a side of beef, her ankles bloodied from her gyrations as
the ropes held her to the overhead beam. The smelling salts made
her gasp for breath as she came back to reality. Those same feet
and legs still stood before her, the same hand rubbing and
teasing her vagina. She shuddered at his feel but was unable to
do anything more about it. He was enjoying the torture he was
putting her through and he knew it. She struggled and twisted
some more but it was too no avail. Hanging naked and upside down,
feet and ankles tied to an overhead beam while some pervert
petted and fondled her private parts was enough to send her into
shock. She was afraid she was going to lose her sanity before she
had a chance to do anything more than get herself murdered.
     He finally tired of his game and turned his attention to
Hilda, still hanging suspended on the far wall. Her breath was
coming in large gasps from the screaming and pain of the massive
dildo still filling her and stretching the lips of her labia so
much. He walked to where she hung and gave the dildo another
shove into her body bringing about another ear piercing shriek.
"You shouldn't have let yourself be trapped so easily, Hilda. You
betrayed me and you know what that means."
     "Please," she gasped, "it was only one time, I couldn't help
it. It won't happen again I promise."
     "I know it won't, Hilda. I was growing tired of you anyway. 
I'm sort of grateful you made it so easy. Of course you realize I
can't let you go and start telling all you know about me, now can
I?"
     "I'd never do that," she pleaded, fright filling her voice
now. "You can't just get rid of me, not after what I've done for
you."
     "Oh, but I think it'll be a lot of fun getting rid of you.
You can join your lover here, they'll find you both together."
     Karla watched as he attached a small hose to the end of the
already massive dildo. Then, quite cold bloodedly, he attached a
high pressure air tank to the other end and began opening the
valve. She could hear the hiss of air and Hilda's screaming that
must have been heard outside of the house. It was horrible to
listen to. It must have been horrible for the poor woman as the
dildo grew larger from the air pressure. Her vagina was being
enlarged even more. One final blast from her throat and lungs and
Hilda fell silent. A hideous sound emitted from within her body
and Karla figured something had broken inside. Blood gushed out
and around the thing to run freely down the girl's legs and form
a pool on the floor. She was quickly bleeding to death while
Karla watched in horror. He undid the shackles and let her fall
in a heap to the floor.

     Turning his attention in her direction, he crossed the room
and stopped just inches from her body. She could see his hard
cock before her eyes, ooze and dribble making it shiny to look
at. "I've run out of time for all this charade. Its your turn
now."
     A pair of steel handcuffs were used to secure her wrists
behind her back before he cut her down. Then he carried her to
the far end of the room and another device. This time it was a
large drum shaped affair with eye bolts attached to the back of
it and the same to the floor in the front. Pushing her against
the curvature of the drum she felt it hit her in the small of the
back. She was forced to lean backwards over the curve of the
device until he could cuff her hands to the bolts behind the drum
and tighten the tension. Then he bent down and hooked her ankles
to the eyebolts in the floor. One half turn of the drum stretched
her until her breasts stood straight pointing upward toward the
ceiling. She was open to him completely. She shuddered at the
thought of what was coming next and when he rubbed a handful of
lubricating jelly between her legs, she knew there would be no
resistance for him. 
     Wasting no time now, he took his massive hardon in hand and
walked toward her. There was nothing she could do but lay and
watch him coming. He simple stepped between her spread legs and
placed the head of his cock into the goo between the lips of her
vagina. Groaning deep in his throat he pushed his cock into her
pussy. Laughing like a maniac, he sank it to the bottom of her
vaginal canal. The excitement of the evening had made him
extremely unstable. He began pounding against her with his hips
forcing his shaft in and out of her helpless pussy like a piston
in an engine. She tried to relax since there was nothing she
could do about it anyway. It was horrifying. All she could see
was the dead body of Hilda piled in a heap across the room. She
wondered if he would kill her as soon as he had his climax.
     She felt his throes of passion as his orgasm sent shudders
through his body. His cock shaft swelled within her and she felt
the scalding cum as it splashed into her with wild abandon. He
screamed in passion at the top of his lungs, his hips wildly
pounding into her. It lasted for what seemed like hours but must
have only been seconds. Winding down, he finally withdrew his
softening cock and stood panting near her. "Don't go away,
girlie," he choked. "I'll be back to take care of you in a little
while."
     Karla watched as he staggered out the door, leaving her tied
tightly in this hideous position. She could feel his cum mixed
with the jelly leaking out of her slit and down her thigh. It
nearly gagged her at the thought of him filling her with his
filthy fluids. The pain in her back was growing steadily worse
and she didn't know how long she could stand it before she would
be in total agony. 
     It seemed like hours that he left her stretched to the drum.
She could only lay still and imagine what a sight she would be
right now. A nude woman tied backward over a large curved torture
device, her legs open and cum running out of her ravaged pussy.
She just prayed he didn't have any friends he wanted to invite
in.
     It was out of the corner of her eye that she first caught
the movement. Hilda was inching in her direction. The amount of
blood she had lost was pretty well conclusive that she was dying,
but she was somehow managing to crawl toward Karla. Inch by inch
she moved across the floor, a large trail of blood marking the
path of her ordeal. Slowly she made it the full distance but by
the time she got there she was unable to speak. 
     Agonizingly, she managed to push herself up until she could
reach the key on the table. Then, with one last effort, she
reached over and unlocked one of Karla's wrists. The cuff sprung
open just as Hilda fell to the floor and lay still. Her skin had
the awful white pallor of a person no longer alive. Karla was now
certain she had freed her with her last living breath.
     Working quickly, she reached across and got the key from the
open cuff. Then she only had to open the other cuff and she was
loose. Bending to untie her feet, she nearly fell as she realized
the blood hadn't been circulating for quite some time. Staggering
across the room, she hunted in vain for something to defend
herself with. Anything, just to get her hands on something before
he returned.
     The only thing she could find was a large vase inside the
cabinet he kept his toys in. Probably for cleanup work after his
victims had departed. Holding it tightly in her hand, she crossed
to the door and waited. It wasn't long before she heard the door
opening. He stepped into the room, still naked and excited. She
had no chance to do more than bring the vase down hard on his
head. With a loud clunk and the tinkle of shattering glass, she
watched as his knees collapsed and he fell to the floor. It was
quick work from there to get the cuffs and immobilize him before
he came to.
     Like a woman possessed, she felt like she had super human
strength as she drug him to the rack and secured him to it. Then,
feeling free at last, she went hunting for a phone. 

                                  Ladycop

                                 Chapter 4

     It had been nearly two hours and Karla was standing in
Menzmer's Dungeon watching the medical examiner finish his workup
on the body of Hilda Cronmeyer. For the moment, the horror of the
past few hours hadn't taken effect. The patrol car Devlin had
sent to retrieve some clothing for her was not back yet. She was
still wrapped in a sheet they had found in an adjacent room and
underneath she was still naked and dirty. Menzmer had been taken
downtown for booking but Karla had refused to go to a hospital
until she was sure they had left no loopholes for him to slip
through. Even being an eye witness to the murder, she knew
anything could go wrong in this day and age of criminal
proceedings.
     Watching Devlin made her uneasy but she couldn't put her
finger on it. Then, quite suddenly, something told her to find a
chair. As she turned to walk across the room she felt her body
begin to tremble. She knew something was happening and it was
happening fast. Devlin spotted her as she slowly began to slide
down the wall and caught her before she hit the floor. "That's
it, Sinclair. You're going to a hospital."
     "I'll be okay. Just let me sit down for a little while."
     "Bullshit! Somethings wrong and I'm not going to watch you
kill yourself because you don't think I can do my job."
     "All right, get me to a hospital, but for Christ's sake,
don't mess up the crime scene, okay?"
     
     It was during the ride back into the city. She had been
leaning against the far door clutching the sheet around her. She
had time to start thinking about what had happened to her. She
was beginning to feel the truth and it was scaring hell out of
her. She had a flashback to her childhood when she remembered
playing cowboys and Indians with the boys in the neighborhood.
How she had secretly enjoyed the feeling when they tied her up
and left her in her father's toolshed as a captive Indian
princess. She hadn't know anything about sex then, but she knew
she liked the tight ropes and the pain they caused. 
     The memories of the ordeal caught up with her and she was
suddenly horrified to discover a side of her that had been hidden
in the recesses of her sub conscious. She was being confronted
with the fact that her body had responded to  Menzmer's torture
and pain. She was realizing the horrible truth that she had the
tendencies all her life and now they were coming out in the open.
The desire for sado-masochism and bondage and the appalling part
of it was that some of the dried juices covering her body were
her own. She had been sexually excited during the torture and had
refused to admit it to herself. Amidst the horror and chaos of
the situation now going on, her mind was playing games with her.
She suddenly felt the tears trickling down her cheek.
     "You all right?" she heard him ask.
     "No, not really."
     "Pretty bad, huh?"
     "You don't know the half of it. He was a real bastard. He
killed that woman right before my eyes and didn't even flinch."
     "Just a Goddamn miracle he didn't kill you."
     "It was close. She saved my life. If she hadn't crawled
across that floor and untied my hand, I cringe to think of what
he was going to do next."
     "Thank, God, he didn't get the chance. I was just starting
to get used to having you around."
     She managed a half chuckle and leaned back more against the
seat. Watching Devlin, she started fantasizing about him doing
all these things to her body and she realized she liked the idea.
The though of sleeping with this guy had crossed her mind. Now
she had to sit here under a sheet, naked and covered in another
man's cum, and watch him with the embarrassment of being slightly
turned on to her new found awareness. 

     It was much later now. The hospital had been as bad as the
ordeal itself. Question after question, reports, examinations,
vaginal smears and samples. It had been disgusting but at least
it was over. They had found some tearing of her vaginal wall, but
nothing too serious. The doctor told her she'd be back to normal
within a couple weeks. Just lay off the sex for a while. She had
laughed when he said that. She hadn't had sex with anyone for
months except for her bout with Menzmer. She felt a warm flush
overtake her though when she thought about Devlin.
     Now they were heading toward her apartment. Devlin had long
since ran out and picked her up something to wear. As he pulled
the car to the curb in front of her apartment building she felt
exhausted and worn out. "I better walk you up," he said.
     "No, its all right. I'll be fine. A hot bath and things will
look a lot better."
     "Maybe, but I'm still going to walk you up."
     
     Karla lived up one flight. She was thankful the landlady
wasn't anywhere in sight to see her coming home in such a state
of array. "Damn," she said suddenly.
     "What's wrong?"
     "I don't even have my purse or a key to get into my own
apartment."
     "Don't panic. Stay here and I'll find your landlord or
something. We'll get you in if I have to break it down."
     Five minutes later, Jim was back with a key in hand. Opening
the door he followed her inside. "Here's your key. I told the old
gal you'd get it back to her tomorrow."
     "Thanks, Jim, . . . for everything, it was . . .  awkward."
     "I know, I hope you're all right tonight. Look, maybe
afterwards, well, you know, maybe we could have a drink together
or something?"
     "I don't think so," she said. "Something happened to me
today, I don't think I'd be very much fun anymore."
     "That's not what I meant, Karla. I'm not looking for fun. I
just got to know you, I'd hate to lose a friendship now. I
thought perhaps coffee or lunch, sometime, after you're feeling
better."
     "Sure, okay, I'd go for that. Give me a few days to get back
on my feet, okay?"
     "You got it lady, you can count on it. See ya."
     He was gone just like that. She was thankful he hadn't tried
anything, especially right away. It would have been disastrous.
No doubt about it.
     
     The hot water lapped around her neck as she lay back in the
old ancient tub. The tightness and tension slowly flowed out of
her body as she luxuriated in the steamy hot bathroom. She looked
down at her poor, abused body and felt hatred toward the scumbag
who had put the ugly, black and blue blotches across her breasts
and lower extremities. The doctor had said her vagina would heal
soon, he hadn't said a word about how long before the
discoloration went away.
     An hour later, completely wilted from the heat, she crawled
into her bed. Sleep overtook her quickly and she fell into a
restless slumber filled with ongoing nightmares of horror and
torture. Fantasy filled her being as she flashed back to her
childhood. She could see herself bound tightly on the dirt floor
of the toolshed, the boys dancing around her dressed like
Indians. One of them began piling huge amounts of sticks and
straw around her as if they were going to burn her at the stake.
Then, Menzmer's face flashed before her, laughing hysterically
and pointing at the little girl on the ground. She could see his
grotesque form floating above her as he lit a match and threw it
into the straw.
     A scream tore from her throat as she found herself sitting
upright in the bed. Her body was drenched in sweat and she
trembled from the vision of her dreams. Weakly she climbed out of
her bed and staggered into the living room. The clock read four
o'clock and it was still dark outside. She was wide awake now and
knew she couldn't get back to sleep.     
     Making a pot of coffee, she sat in her recliner and let her
mind wander far and wide. All sorts of memories were locked deep
within her subconscious mind and she vowed to bring them back.
One way or another, she was going to find out what made her tick.

     Slowly, the night turned into day and the days turned into
weeks. Menzmer had had his preliminary hearing and with Karla's
testimony, had been held over without bail for trial on the
murder of Hilda Cronmier. Karla's days had been a slow nightmare
of returning to work with her new found personality. Being a
stiff collar cop by day didn't deter her thoughts of more bondage
and discipline at night.
     She found herself deep in thought one night about being tied
spreadeagle to her bed. Sexual arousal washed over her and she
tingled as she made her way to the bedroom. She was beyond reason
as she sought to find some kind of relief. Frantically searching
through some drawers, she found several old sets of handcuffs.
Then she jumped onto her old four poster and removed all of her
clothes. Somehow she managed to cuff her ankles to each corner of
the bed. Now she lay back with her legs spread wide and began to
fondle her well lubricated slit. As her finger slid over her wet
clit she let out a moan of utter wanting. 
     Not thinking now, she fantasized about men she had known and
especially Devlin. She slipped a cuff around each of her wrists
and snapped one around the post above her head. Bringing herself
to the brink of orgasm she squirmed in the throes of it and threw
her other arm out above her head. 
     It was an act of fate, a freak accident, it couldn't happen,
but it did. As her arm flailed in the air the cuff attached to
her wrist clanked against the bedpost. The bar flew around the
post and she heard the sickening sound as the ratchet teeth
locked in place. She was trapped on her own bed just as well as
if someone had placed her there. Her orgasm was forgotten in a
split second as she realized what a predicament she was really
in, nude and handcuffed spreadeagle on her own bed. Jesus, she
thought to herself. What a stupid fucking thing to do. She began
to feel panic as she lay trying to figure out a way to free
herself. As the time slipped away she thought about how long
before she starved to death or died of lack of water. She knew
someone would find her before that could happen, but how would
she live with being found like this. 
     She had to try something, she couldn't just lay here naked
and waiting. She began to exert force with her leg against the
posts. As she pushed and pulled she suddenly felt one of the
posts give a little. Working frantically, she could feel it
getting more and more easy. Looking down, she could see her own
blood under the cuff around her ankle as she worked at freeing
her foot. The metal was chafing her skin away but she was gaining
way. Suddenly the post pulled loose from the top and her foot was
free. Swinging her leg across she began kicking against the other
post. 
     Within a couple minutes and a resounding crash, her other
foot was free and she was able to pull herself up toward the head
of the bed. Now she was able to double her knees and get her feet
under her. Managing to stand in a bent position she was able to
exert a lot more force. Praying outloud she heaved a sigh of
relief when the post pulled out of the headboard. She was nearly
free now. All she needed was to reach into her nightstand and
find the extra keys she kept there.
     Looking at her bed she could only shake her head. Three of
the upright metal slats had been wrenched from the metal
headboard and footboard. Her ankle was bleeding profusely and she
felt waves of mortification washing over her. She couldn't
believe she had let herself go so far as to get into a situation
like this. Never again she vowed, never again. She made up her
mind she was a cop, she was going to be a cop and she was not
going to come home at night and think of crap like this to amuse
herself.

     Two days later, she looked up from her desk to see Jim
Devlin standing in front of her. "Hello," she said. "What brings
you up here?"
     "If you need to ask I guess you forgot our date."
     "What date? I didn't make a date."
     "The coffee thing, remember? You said a few weeks. Well, its
been a few weeks."
     "Oh! I was hoping you forgot."
     "Not me, lady. How about it? Just a cup of coffee with a
hard working homicide cop?"
     "Well, come to think about it, I'm sort of glad you're here.
Let's go."
     They sat in the corner of the coffee room at the rear of the
building. She hadn't seen him since the prelim but she'd thought
about him several times. She was certainly glad he didn't know
about her episode in her bedroom. No one would ever hear that
story.
     "So, Sinclair," he said with a smile. "I've got you to
coffee. How about a dinner next time?"
     "You don't even know my first name and you want dinner?"
     "Oh, hell. You can be exasperating sometimes, Karla. Take a
flyer, who knows, you might like it."
     Karla smiled at him and then pursed her lips for a second as
if she were giving it a lot of thought. She already knew the
answer. "Okay, Devlin. You win. Tell me when and I'll have dinner
with you."
     "Tonight, make it tonight."
     "Tonight then. You know where I live. Make it about eight,
okay?"
 
                                  Ladycop

                                 Chapter 5

     The martini was icy cold, just the way she liked them. Jim
sat across from her and smiled, a funny look on his face?" 
     "What?" she asked. "Why are you smiling?"
     "Just the way you licked your lips, that's all. You attacked
that thing like you were nervous. I hope its not me."
     "It might be," she cooed. "I've been thinking about tonight
ever since you left my office. I guess I'm a little nervous."
     "Nervous how?"
     "Hey, can't a woman have a secret or two?"
     "Sure, but I don't get it. Why would going out with me make
you act nervous?"
     She looked into his eyes and then smiled again. "Okay, let's
cut from the chase, shall we? Until a couple months ago you and
the rest of your pals down in homicide thought of me in somewhat
a different tone. Since that time, I've been abducted, abused,
tortured, raped, humiliated and almost killed. Now all of a
sudden you're interested in dating me. Wouldn't that make you
nervous?"
     "I suppose so, yes, but its not what you think. I just . . .
well, hey let's face it. You're damn beautiful, why the hell
wouldn't I be interested? Jesus, I'm human."
     "Well good for you then. For a while I thought you just
wanted to cash in on what some freak may have created."
     "Meaning?"
     "Meaning that bastard raped me and did some other pretty
awful things. I figure you just might think I don't give a damn
anymore and might be a good piece of ass."
     "No, not quite, young lady. You're being a little
presumptuous. I figured you'd be a good piece of ass the first
time I laid eyes on you. I was just hoping you'd survive so I
could find out."
     "Well, that's honest. At least I know what you did have in
mind. I suppose now you're going to get me high on martini's and
try and seduce me?"
     He laughed then and the way his eyes sparkled made her feel
giddy inside. "Well, I was going to feed you first. Let's say I
was hoping. Deep down my guess was that it hasn't been long
enough. You're probably still in a state of shock from what
happened."
     "I suppose you could be right, Jim, but I'm a cop. I'd like
to think I'm a little above the average woman and can handle what
happened. The guy inflicted pain and liked to torture women, I
look at it as part of the job. He raped me. I wish he hadn't but
I wasn't a virgin. I'm not in a state of trauma if that's what
you're thinking."
     "All right, I'll take your word for it then. I'm rather glad
to see you're handling it so well."
     "I'm handling it well enough now. It wasn't that easy the
first week or so."
     "Understood, Sinclair, understood. I'll quit trying to be a
caretaker and let it rest then. Now, let me get you another
martini."
     "Wouldn't you rather make it with a woman who wasn't out on
her feet. A few more of these and I'll be like a corpse."
     "Well . . . yeah," he sputtered. "I didn't expect to hear
that out of you. You've got a lot of spunk, girl. You have any
suggestions?"
     "We could eat, you're not getting off so easy. Then we could
go to your place or something?"

     She sat close to him during the ride across town. Somehow,
without even so much as a kiss, he had worked his arm around her
shoulders and his free hand was resting on one full breast. She
was thrilled that it didn't bother her to have a man touching her
again. While his fingers danced across the fabric raising her
nipple until she thought she would go nuts, her fingers were
doing the same to his cock. She could feel it steadily growing
within his pant leg until she was sure he must be overly
uncomfortable. "Look, Karla, if we're going to get anyplace
tonight we better stop this right away. I've nearly ran off the
road twice now."
     "Okay, I'll stop, but only because we need to talk first. I
have a request."
     "Which is?"
     "Look, Jim, I hope you don't get me wrong. I'm no goody two
shoes. I figured you know that from the conversation we just had
back there. I've discovered a few quirks and kinks that comes
with the merchandise."
     "Meaning what?" he asked.
     "Meaning that Menzmer changed me. He found some of my flaws
and made me realize who and what I am. Look, there was a couple
times when that maniac was working me over that I . . . well,
that I almost enjoyed what he was doing to me."
     "Oh, shit!" he uttered.
     "No, don't say that. Its not that bad." she replied. "I've
always had a deep down desire inside of me about certain things
and the other night I found out why. I enjoyed being tied up and
pretending it was someone else."
     "I see," he said. "So what are you trying to say?"
     "I'm trying to say I pretended it was you and I'd like you
to tie me up again. I'm trying to say that I've got some deep
down perversion about bondage and pain and its out in the open
now. I'm saying I want you to use me and make me scream with
pleasure and get me hot and turned on and all that stuff."

     He grew silent for a while and she was suddenly scared that
she might have finished it for them before it even started.
Finally he pulled to the curb and looked into her eyes. "I wish
we could have talked a long time ago about this but then, how was
we to know. Are you really sure you want something like that
again?"
     "Yes. I'm sure. Does it offend you?"

     Instead of answering her question he gunned the car forward
and pulled around the corner into a dark street. Without warning
he slammed the brakes on and slid to a stop. The momentum threw
her forward nearly into the dashboard. While she was trying to
regain her balance, she felt his strong hands take hold of her
wrists. Cold icy steel locked around her wrists as she realized
he had used his cuffs on her. He jumped out of the car and pulled
her across the seat onto the ground. "Jim, what are you doing?"
     "Giving you what you want, baby, just giving you what you
want."
     He shoved her toward the rear of the car. There he opened
the lid and reached inside. Pulling out a short piece of rope he
hurriedly bent her over the edge of the trunk and reached up
under her skirt. She felt her bikini panties being pulled down
her legs. Once removed he wadded them up into a ball and stuffed
them into her mouth. The rope was used to tie around her head and
make sure she didn't spit them out. With her hands cuffed behind
her and the gag in her mouth, he lifted her and dumped her into
the bottom of the trunk. "Enjoy yourself," she heard him chuckle.
     It had happened so fast, she was in a state of shock. She
couldn't believe how quickly he had acted. She had figured she'd
have to do a lot of talking to get him to agree to anything, but
this was nearly insane.
     Every bump in the road jarred her as the car sped along. She
could feel the cold air under her skirt and the thought of being
tied and gagged was making her leak some juice. It was icy cold
near her slit. He made several stops, leaving the vehicle for
long minutes before returning and continuing on. After being
locked in the trunk for nearly an hour, she was relieved to feel
the car stop and then the lid being opened. It was dark, very
dark. He didn't say a word, just lifted her out as lightly as a
feather and dropped her to her feet. Once she was able to stand
upright, she was shocked when he began tearing off her clothing.
Grunting through the gag she tried to protest but it did no good.
     The night air was sharp and chilly as her clothing
disappeared into the open trunk of the car. Standing in the
darkness, completely nude, she felt her nipples jump to full
blossom from the cold air. She was grateful he left her high
heels alone, at least she could walk.
     Slamming the trunk lid down, he began pushing her through
dense trees. It seemed like they walked for a long time until
lights finally came into view ahead of them. Emerging into the
open they were standing in front of a ramshackle old building.
Jim stepped behind her and affixed a mask over her eyes. There
were no eyeholes and she was blind. Then, she heard him knock on
the door.
     Fright stabbed at her as she heard the door opened and a
man's voice demanded to know what they wanted. She was aware of
her nudity and tried to turn away. Jim squeezed her arms and
forced her to stay facing the voice. "I've brought the package 
just as I promised," she heard him say. "Make it good."
     This time she hysterically tried to talk through the gag but
it was no use. She tried to tell him she didn't want this or any
other kind of games but it was no use. Hands reached out and took
her from his grip. Seconds later she was being forced to walk
through a warm, dank smelling hallway. She could tell from the
echo of their footsteps that it was a wooden floor. Minutes
passed until finally she was pulled to a stop.
     Another minute passed, then she was pushed through some very
heavy material that felt like curtains or draped. She couldn't
see a thing but she felt her cuffs being unlocked only to have
her arms raised above her head. Oh, God, she thought to herself.
Just like before, he's going to tie me to an overhead beam or
something. Sure enough, she felt the ropes around her wrists and
then the tension of being pulled up on her tiptoes. She was being
tied like before, her arms feeling like they were being wrenched
out of the sockets. Her feet strained up on her toes to relieve
some of the discomfort. Hands grasped her ankles and pulled her
legs apart. Ropes were tightened around her feet and she was
stretched spreadeagle in midair, unable to talk.
     As soon as the hands finished with her she heard footsteps
walking away. It was deathly silent for a moment until she
thought she heard a cough in the background. The cough seemed to
break the spell and she heard wild cheers and applause. She felt
horrified to realize she was being displayed before what sounded
like a lot of people. She was like an exhibit on display before
an audience and they were all applauding her sudden appearance.
     She was frightened and tried to struggle within her bonds.
Then she heard a woman's voice close to her ear. "Relax, child,
relax. You can't stop it so enjoy. Your male friend said you
wanted to be tied and made to scream."
     Sure enough, she had said those words, but not like this,
with Jim, not with a room full of nuts or perverts. Her body
began to tremble and she felt like she might be going to pass
out. Then she heard a soft buzz like the sound of a dentist's
drill. A finger passed through the slippery slit between her legs
and she gasped through the gag. Then as if by an unspoken command
she felt hands rubbing her breasts and nipples. A powerful
vibrator was applied to her clit and she felt her knees weaken.
It was a most delicious feeling and she couldn't help moaning
deep within her throat.
     Soft lips suddenly surrounded her nipples, gently sucking
them into fullness and exquisite pleasure. She felt her whole
body begin to undulate within her bonds and the audience
applauded once again at her erotic movements. She was suddenly
transformed from a frightened woman into a woman of passion and
wanton desire. The vibrator was attached to a dildo and it was
being used expertly between the lips of her labia. Quite suddenly
she was being driven insane with pleasure. Her mind suddenly
turned to thoughts of Jim and how much she wanted him inside of
her right now. It was magical and it was fantastic and what's
more, no one could tell who she was, she was masked. She
continued moaning louder and louder. It was all she could do with
the gag in her mouth. Hands moved quickly behind her head and the
ropes were untied. She spit the wad of cloth out and sucked in
heavy amounts of air. Her moaning reached out across the room and
dozens of those out in front picked up on her heat and joined in
the moaning with her.
     Next the blindfold was ripped away causing her to squint at
the light. She could see dozens of people, male and female, all
in stages of undress, many beginning to fondle and caress those
sitting next to them. It dawned on her exactly what was taking
place here. She was the main attraction at a sex club and being
used to stimulate the members. Somehow, Jim had turned her over
to a group of these people and they were getting pretty well
heated up at the sight of her. She trembled again and then began
to feel her body responding to the treatment she was receiving.

      Glancing downward, she looked at the blond hair of the
woman glued to her breast. She could hear her moaning softly in
her throat as she sucked at her turgid nipple. It was like magic,
it was unbelievable, it was fantastic. Her secret desires erupted
and took over her body. She felt herself losing all self control
and she didn't care. Hundreds of people were looking and watching
as she was being violated in the most delicious way. She looked
down farther to see another woman applying the massive vibrator
to her clit. The jolt as the instrument touched the tip sent a
shock wave roaring into her brain that took her breath away. She
couldn't help it as she gave out a loud screaming moan that sent
the audience into a frenzy. 
     Her head back as the pleasure washed over her again and
again, she could see men on top of women right in the audience
pumping away as if no one were around. It was extremely erotic to
watch as the vibrator and the hot mouth worked on her quivering
body. She could feel copious amounts of her love juice leaking
down onto her thighs and wished she had a man to share it with.
The desire for a hard male cock was enormous within her sexually
aroused body. It was a torture like none she'd ever known before.
It was driving her slowly insane and she was becoming addicted to
it. Massive sexual turn-on while a hundred people watched her
squirm and moan.
     She felt the muscles in her groin and vagina knotting up as
they drew near to climax. Apparently, so did the person working
on her. Her pleasure was quickly cut short and she nearly cried
for want of it to continue. Several hands were on her body and
she felt the ropes being removed. Hurriedly, they dragged her
nude body off the framework and back through the heavy curtains.
Gasping from the quickness of their movements she could only go
along with them. Her arms and legs were held tightly to prevent a
sudden run-a-way women in their little game parlor.
     She was carried to an open doorway and thrown inside. Her
momentum carried her forward into a darkened room where she
stumbled into the edge of something soft. Unable to stop her
forward movement, she screamed as she began falling. She was
extremely grateful when she crashed down to a soft mattress where
she bounced once before becoming still.
     Her breath was coming in jagged gasps as a dim light glowed
to life near her head. She gasped in fright for a second at the
sight of a naked man next to her on the bed. Then she recognized
Jim Devlin, he was smiling down at her. "Having fun yet?" he
asked.
     "You bastard," she muttered at him under her breath. "How
dare you put me through something like this."
     "Come on, Sinclair. You asked for something like this, now
admit it."
     She didn't say anything for several seconds and then turned
to him. "Where did you ever come up with a bunch like this?"
     "Oh, its a long story. I met one of them a couple years ago
while I was working a murder case. One thing led to another and,
well, now I stop in once in a while to watch the fun."
     "You call that fun?"
     "What do you call it, Karla? It sounded to me like you were
having fun."
     "All right, I admit it, I was having some fun out there. My,
God, I didn't realize how hot I could get."
     "Still hot?" he smiled at her.
     "Yes you asshole. Look at me, I'm covered in my own juices."
     "Then I'm glad it wasn't a disappointment.

     His mouth was suddenly covering hers and she felt his hand
as it trailed a finger through the slippery slit of her vagina.
As his finger hit her clit she couldn't help gasping from the
pleasure of it. She was quickly growing delirious as his mouth
and hands covered her body. She reached down and grasped his
cock. It was long and hard as rock. She began pumping it in time
to his sucking mouth. She was growing much too hot to wait for
his foreplay. Pulling on his cock, she rolled onto her back and
spread her legs for him. "Now, Jim, damnit, do it now. Put that
monster in me and show me what you're made of."

     He slid up between her open legs and she luxuriated in the
feeling of his naked body as she guided his cockhead to the
entrance of her smoldering pussy. The head of his cock
momentarily rubbed her course pubic hair, nearly driving her
wild. She felt his weight shift as he lowered his hips against
her. The next feeling was one of heavenly bliss, the feeling of a
hard male sliding slowly between the lips of her pussy. Her labia
opened for him as he lowered himself into her, driving the
magnificent shaft deep like a spear. She felt the air in her
lungs rush through her throat, emitting a loud, sensuous moan as
it emerged from her lips. She was in an ecstatic void with
massive bolts of raw sensation washing over and through her body,
and all of it centered between her spread legs.
     Time stood still for them as he began the ancient ritual of
driving his hard organ in and out of her steamy tunnel, every
thrust sending overwhelming sensation into the very center of her
brain and body. Her breathing quickened and became labored as she
arched her back to the cadence of his rhythmic movement downward,
meeting him thrust for thrust. His panting breath tore at her ear
as he pumped harder and faster into her with every stroke. She
felt the first tell tale signs of orgasm building within her and
moaned in his ear to hit her harder. Like a piledriver he slammed
downward again and again, hammering into her with wild, screaming
abandon. The sweat bathed them and ran off onto the bed clothes
and still they thrashed and flailed at each other. 
     As if of their own volition her legs closed in around his
hot body, squeezing him like a huge python and pulling him even
tighter against her. She was now riding upward with his every
withdrawal, her clit sliding and rubbing the hardness of his
shaft until she knew she was going to scream. She felt the magic
of the moment as the hidden trigger slipped and fell to push her
over the top and down the other side like a runaway
rollercoaster. Her first climax was one of the most gigantic she
had ever experienced. It hit her like a massive hammer, her
muscles knotting and bunching as it washed over and through her
body. The scream she emitted must have been heard clear out to
the audience. On and on, over and over she screamed as each wave
hit her and tore away at her nerve centers.
     Her hips thrust upward nearly throwing him off like a wild
bronco. Climax after climax stabbed into her as Jim tightened his
grip and held on for dear life. The greatness of her orgasm was
more than he could resist and he too thundered over the top to
ride the thunderbolt with her. She had never experienced such
massive thrusts as he hit her with, over and over with his rock
hard cock, deep to the bottom of her vagina, countless times did
it hit her membrane and every time she climaxed with it.
     Sobbing and screaming, unable to move any longer, she slowly
eased her frantic gyrations until she lay still. Her panting
breath came in great gulps of air as she tried to focus her eyes
and found she was unable to see him clearly. Sweat burned her
eyes and ran off her in rivulets and all she could do was lay and
cherish the feelings she had encountered.
     It was over. Jim lay on top of her, his breath also labored
and panting. She could still feel his cock pulsating inside of
her but it was beginning to shrink already. Wantonly, she
couldn't help feeling a little disappointed at the thought of his
magnificent cock getting soft. How long before he'd be ready to
go again. She laughed softly at her own thoughts and just lay
still savoring the moment. "What's so funny?" he gasped.
     "Nothing, I feel so magnificent right now, that's all."  
     "So do I. Jesus, you're like a tiger when you get turned
on."
     "You seem to have hit on the right combination, at least for
tonight anyway."
     "In other words, you're not always like this?"
     "Not hardly. I couldn't take it like this too often. I feel
like I've been hit with a truck."
     "Yeah, me too. Come on, I happen to know they have a large
hot spa in the place. You'll feel like a million bucks before you
know it."

     Two hours later, they could hear the crowd above them as
they lay back in the giant hot swimming pool, luxuriating from
their recent bout at lovemaking. "There must have been a lot of
revelry tonight from the sound of things up there," he said.     
     "Sounds like. I don't see how they could keep going so
long."
     "Oh, this is nothing. I've heard them go all night."
     "You come out here that often?" she asked.
     "Not that often, but yes, I like to drop in occasionally."
     "You sound like a real deviate, Devlin." she chided at him.
     "I probably am. Didn't you ever hear how cops are the
kinkiest of all. It's all them handcuffs and tough stuff," he
laughed.
     She thought about it for a minute and then had to agree he
was probably right. She had heard where most law people at one
time or another had ideas along this line. "I guess you're
right," she said finally, "I just found out during the past few
days how I feel. You really got me hooked tonight."
     "Don't let it go to your head."
     
     They were just about to climb out of the tub when they
noticed a small group of club members coming into the room. Karla
would have expected them to be totally naked or something like
that, but this group was still wearing the long black robes she
had first observed on the one that greeted her at the door. She
didn't think anymore about it as she climbed out of the water and
wrapped a towel around her naked midriff.
     She felt Jim next to her and they began heading for the exit
door. The group seemed to somehow step in front of them as they
tried to pass. "Going someplace?" one of them asked.
     "Yeah," Jim answered. "We've just about boiled ourselves
out. Time to get dressed and head home."
     "Sorry," the man answered. "Joseph sent us down after you.
He says to tell you it's time to pay the piper."
     "And just what's that suppose to mean?" Jim asked.
     "Oh, I figure you're smart enough to figure that one out. 
     "You've got to be kidding. That's not part of the deal."
     "The deal as you call it is simple. You've been coming out
here for, how long, a year now? You've enjoyed yourself at our
expense, now its time to pay us back a little. You had fun fuckin
our women, now we need a little something in return. Joseph is in
some trouble, he has to furnish a reluctant couple to another
club, he says to tell you he's sorry but there's not enough time
to come up with one else. So, you're it."
     "You're fuckin with the wrong people, pal. You realize who
you're talkin to?"
     "A couple of cops? You think we didn't go over that already?
Who better suited than you two. You going in and tell your boss
you were abducted by a bunch of sex crazed fanatics? I doubt if
he'd be understanding when we showed him some of the video files
we've made during the past year."
     "You bastards! You've got it all figured out."
     "Of course. Have fun and come visit us anytime."



     Jim spun on his heels but there was no place to run. Several
sets of hands were suddenly on both of them and they were being
led out of the pool area. They both struggled feebly but it was
of no consequence, more a token gesture than anything. They were
had and they both knew it. They were led to a room back of the
pool area. There, the attendents led them separately to different
walls. After removing the towels, iron neck bands were fitted
around their throats and they were left alone as the group exited
the room. 
     It was somewhat diabolical if it weren't for the fact they
were being held prisoner by what used to be considered friends.
Their neck bands were attached to chains which were in turn
attached to the walls. They found they could walk only to a point
where they were just out of reach of each other. This way, each
could stare at the others nudity but could do nothing about it.
Neither realized how this could effect a person until they'd been
in the room for several hours. Then, their imagination began to
take hold.
     The fantastic episode they'd experienced a few hours ago
began to cross their minds, and with it, memories of how each had
nearly gone insane with lust. The lust began to creap back into
their bodies and soon, they were both wishing they could at least
touch one another. Karla didn't have to be a mind reader to tell
Jim was being effected at the sight of her nude body. His cock
began swelling and throbbing and as she watched it grow, she too
began to heat up. Her breasts swelled and the nipples grew hard.
The more she remembered of his lovemaking, the more heated she
became. Soon, Jim stood chained to the wall with a magnificient
hard cock jutting out in front of him and Karla could feel the
wetness of her juices seeping down her inner thighs. "We've got
to get this off our minds," she heard him say.
     "How?" she whispered. "I think they expected this to
happen."
     "Of course they did. That's why they left us like this. I'm
about to go nuts watching you but we've got to stop. Close your
eyes, maybe it'll help."

     She was just about to sit down in the corner when the door
opened and the black robed figure entered their cell. She heard
him chuckle. "I see its working, good."
     "What's working?" Jim grunted.
     "The drug you ingested when you drank the water in the pool
room."
     "What drug?"
     "Something we've been using for quite a while now. Mixture
of spanish fly, yohimbine, and some other stuff from Africa. We
find it works like a charm. You two will be hot for the next day
and a half."
     "Oh, my God," Karla cried. "You can't be serious?"
     "Oh, but I am my dear. Its just starting, wait until it
really gets hold of you. You'll be able to fuck for hours on end,
like a machine, only with intensified feeling. You'll love it."
     "Not chained to a wall like this we won't."
     "Oh, yes, that's why I'm here. Your transportation has
arrived. We'll miss you but I'm sure you're going to enjoy your
visit."
     Several masked men then entered the room. The chains were
unlocked and they were led out of the room. Once outside, black
bags were tied around their heads so they couldn't see anything.
It was simple from there. They were led outside the building and
shoved into some kind of vehicle. Minutes later, securely
fettered and unable to move, they felt the movement of the
vehicle as they were taken away.


~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 6
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:27:23 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                 Chapter 6



     The ride took hours and the damn drug continued its
incidious work on their bodies. The truck bounced along the
highway and sent nerve wracking jolts through their naked skin. 
Jim figured there had been plenty of time to be in Nevada or
Oregon by now. The truck had finally stopped and more hands had
pulled them from the vehicle. Being hauled all over California
without any clothes was not one of the ways one would prefer to
travel, but a very good way to prevent someone from escaping. He
could smell salt air as he was led to wherever they were being
taken. Fortunately it had been warm and they had made it without
being cold and miserable. 
     Once again they were led and pushed by silent people into a
cool, dank smelling enclosure of some kind. Jim distinctly felt
hard pack dirt under his feet and wondered what kind of a
building this was. With his head encased in a cloth bag he was
unable to smell anything but his body felt cold and clammy. Soon,
they arrived at wherever they were being taken. His arms were
pulled above his head and then the cold feel of steel as he was
locked in place. He heard Karla make a small squeal and then it
grew silent.
     Without warning, someone silently slipped up behind them.
The bags were removed from their heads and they had the first
look around their new surroundings. Jim blinked several times
trying to adjust to the gloom of the room. He heard Karla gasp as
their eyes met across the few feet separating them. She was tied
in the same position as he, her body framed between two upright
pillars with her arms pulled up and chained to the overhead
crossbeam. They stood naked and open to each other's gaze. 
     Then they discovered they were not in a building at all. It
was a cave, cool and musty smelling like all caves they had been
in. Where they were was anyone's guess but Jim figured it was an
ideal location for what these people liked to do most. Someplace
away from civilization where they could make lots of noise and
enjoy the isolation.
     The wait seemed an eternity as they stood staring at each
other. The drug was working good and the sight of their nude
bodies had each of them in a high state of arousal. Karla's
nipples were hard and stood out pointedly from the center of her
aureoles. So too, Jim's cock stood erect and throbbing as he
gazed strongly at the center of her womanhood. Mercifully,
several figures entered the room. One of them, the larger of the
group, walked to the center of the cavern. "We're very pleased
you're here. Joseph couldn't have picked two more beautiful
people. There's no need to be scared or worried, this will be
over before you know it and, much to my disappointment, you'll be
on your way back to San Francisco in the morning. Now then, I
know you must be hungry and thirsty so you're going to be taken
down and fed. Its several hours before the festival begins and
we're expecting a few more, shall we say, unwilling guests."
     True to his word, they were given robes to wear and food to
eat. They knew there had to be more of the drug in the water but
they had to have something to drink and figured it wouldn't make
any difference anyway. 
     Once they had finished eating and drinking, they were
separated and each led to a bath area. There, attendents gave
them a complete rubdown and a hot bath. Then each was taken to a
separate room and cuffed to the headboard of a small cot. 

     Karla lay with her legs pulled up, the only position she
could get into with the cuffs holding her tight to the bed. The
damn drug was beginning to renew itself and she couldn't help
what was happening. Her nipples were like tiny bullets as they
swelled and throbbed. She felt the sensation as her juices leaked
from her smoldering pussy and stained the front of the robe. She
realized the cuffs were probably put on to prevent her from using
her hands on herself. She wished they'd come for her right now,
she wished she had Jim in here right now. God she wanted to have
him inside of her. She literally throbbed from want of a hard
cock and she could only huddle on the cot and moan with the agony
of it.

     How long she lay there was lost to her until suddenly she
heard her cuffs being removed and felt hands pulling her to her
feet. She hadn't even heard them come in the door. Pulled into
the hallway and blindfolded, the robe stripped away, she was led
to the arena where the little funfest was to take place. She was
aware of loud applause and knew there must be hundreds of eyes
staring at her nudity. She could hear people coughing and
shuffling around and the humm of conversation filling the room as
hands lead her up a set of steps. Pulled to a stop, she was held
tightly as the blindfold was untied and discarded.
     She was standing on a wooden stage above a large gathering,
much like the group of yesterday. Some of them were already naked
others were quickly getting that way. She was spun around and
shoved backward toward a reclining rack affair. Next to it was a
similar rack onto which another nude woman was already tied
spreadeagle. She was quickly spun around and shoved backward onto
the device. Her hands and feet were tied to the four corners of
the thing before she had any time to react. Those closest to the
platform could now easily see the shiny sheen of juice covering
her pubic hair and thighs. The drug had long ago made her so hot
she didn't care anymore. Every nerve in her groin and upper chest
burned and tingled with sexual arousement until all she could
manage to do was moan and writhe in her ropes. The onlookers
relished her heat and passion and strove to get as excited as she
was. 
     Flailing about on the rack she caught a glimpse of two young
blond women approaching from the side. Dressed only in black high
heel pumps and extremely tiny G-strings, they held very large,
black dildos, those sold so openly in the novelty shops. The
girls held them up and waved them around for the audience to see.
Then, with loud applause egging them on, they turned and lowered
the dildos toward the two captive's molten triangles. 
     Karla gasped as she felt the head of it slide slowly, ever
so slowly up and down between the juice slickened lips of her
pussy. The ecstasy of it was breathtaking. The girl knew exactly
what she was doing as she rubbed it slowly, ever so slowly
against the clit. Karla began to scream and whimper softly as the
nerve endings sent wave after wave of sensation coursing through
her body. She could hear the other woman making the same sort of
noises on the other rack. She felt the head of the instrument
slide to the entrance of her body and begin the maddening slide
into her depths. She felt every movement as if magnified a
hundred times as the dildo slid and spread her opening to
accomodate its giant size. It was delicious, nearly
excruciatingly so, and it was driving her insane.
   The girl knew just how to use the dildo on her. Slowly, very
slowly she slid it in until it hit the bottom of her vagina,
making sure it made contact against the tip of her clit. Then,
with the same deliberate stroke, she withdrew it, always the same
way, letting it rub her clit. On and on, in and out,
fantastically turning her into a blithering idiot of sensation
and passion. 
     Karla groaned and moaned continuously deep in her throat,
begging the girl to let her come. The girl just giggled and
continued her game. Everytime Karla felt like she could have an
orgasm, the girl stopped suddenly and pinched one of her nipples
until the pain ended the buildup. Karla's nipples were getting
red and distended but still the girl continued her sweet torture. 
     Karla could only take so much. She felt a particularly heavy
orgasm building in her body and prayed the girl wouldn't notice
but it did no good. Somewhere to the side, she heard a man's
voice. "Enough, Lisa, get the men ready."
     The dildo was rapidly withdrawn leaving her to suffer the
agony of hanging against the ropes, panting and gyrating her hips
in time to a phantom lover. Out of the corner of her eye she
caught a movement. Turning her head she could see two near naked
girls pushing and shoving two nude men towards them. One of them
was Jim, the other she had never seen before but he was just as
handsome and he was supporting a rock hard cock that jutted away
from his groin like a giant pole. She somehow knew he was being
brought for her and Jim for the other woman. She began to
relished the idea. She wanted a cock so badly she felt like she
could kill for it.
     The audience was cheering and yelling for them to be brought
together, or at least those not already engaged in the sexual act
were cheering and yelling. The man was guided to a position
between her legs and released. Karla could see he was as crazed
on the drugs as she was. His eyes were wild and wanton. Out of
the corner of her eye she could see Jim being placed in the same
position between the other woman's legs. She saw him take his
bludgeoning cock in his hand and begin wildly inserting it into
her pussy. She looked down and focused on the cock in front of
her, at the way he also held it in his hand. She could see how
purple and distended it was from the blood engorging it to such
massive hardness and she could take it no longer. "Yes, oh,
please, yes" she cried, "do me, fuck me, oh, God, fuck me."
     The way she said it seemed to turn him into a wild man. He
lunged at her, guiding his cock toward her ever so ready pussy.
There was nothing gentle about the way he came at her. His huge
cock was literally driven into her like a mighty ram. She gasped
as she felt the lips of her vagina open to the onslaught of
something so large and firm. This time though, it was hot and
alive and it drove deeply into her. She felt his hands cupping
her buttocks as he fought to drive himself deeper, ever deeper
into her. She only wished she was untied so she could take part
in the show as well.

     It was like an out of body experience. She could only let
the pure joy of it wash over her. As if in a delirium she could
see everything and feel everything. The enormous pleasure driving
in and out of her pussy was mind boggling as she leaned back and
watched Jim across the room as he drove like a madman into the
woman beneath him. It was a powerful aphrodisiac adding to her
already drug laden mind and body. Watching him fuck another woman
made her want him more than anything else, especially while she
in turn was being ravaged by a total stranger herself. It was so
magnificiently sexual in its enormity that she nearly cried with
the pleasure from it. No wonder these people were so crazed and
berserk, it was enough to drive anyone to a state of frenzy.
     The best part of it was that it didn't stop. The drug worked
its miracle on her body and her partners as well. He was like a
machine as he lunged in and out of her open thighs, his breath
coming in loud, heaving gulps as he fought to maintain his
exertions. She could hear the same sounds coming from across the
room as Jim worked so hard at his pleasure. Karla could hear
herself moaning and screaming from it and wished above all that
it was Jim inside of her right now instead of someone she'd never
seen before.

     Her eyes shut, she fantasized that the cock working inside
of her was Jim's. It was nearly as good even though she knew in
the back of her subconscious that it was just a dream. She let
her imagination run wild as she pictured in her mind's eye what
it would be like with Jim, the same as before they were drugged
and sent here. The more she got into it the more pleasure she
derived from the onslaught taking place between her legs. She was
now grunting with each thrust as the hot flesh bore into her like
a pole. Every muscle and nerve in her body was tightening and
flexing as she struggled and twisted in her ropes. The nerves of
orgasm were quickly building to a gigantic explosive force and
she relished every moment of it. 
     They had denied her a climax until she felt like she was
going insane. The constant buildups only to be tortured and
pulled from the pinnacle each time was the cruelist of all this.
She knew this time they would let it continue, they just had to.
      

~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 7
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:29:26 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                 Chapter 7



     Jim was led away to a separate room and chained spreadeagle
to a cot. Completely naked, he was uncomfortable at the coolness
of the room. Looking down at himself he was still amazed at the
size of his cock. In all his years he had never seen it so hard
and purple. The drug was something he'd never forget and hoped
would have no ill side effects.
     Being this hot and turned on so sexually, he couldn't help
thinking about Karla and how much he wanted her right now. The
more he thought about her the harder his cock grew if that were
possible. He heard himself whimpering over his need for a woman
and felt disgusted that he could lose his control that much. As
if in answer to his prayers the door opened and a beautiful girl
of about nineteen or twenty entered the room. All she was wearing
was high heel steletto shoes and the tiniest of black bikini
panties, nothing more. The sight made him tremble and he could
feel his body shaking from looking at her.
     She smiled and walked across the room to where he lay.
Glancing down at him she let her eyes fall to his cock. "Don't be
so nervous," she laughed. "I've come to help you a little. We
don't want you going off the deep end before its time for your
show."
     "What show?" he asked.
     "Oh, the show you're going to put on for us after while. Now
lay back and enjoy."
     Moving swiftly she knelt next to the cot and took his turgid
cock in her hand. Then, like a demon from hell, she began running
the tip of her tongue around the head of it, the sensation nearly
driving him out of his head. His hips lifted off the cot in an
attempt to force his shaft into her mouth but she was too fast.
Laughing in her throat, she continued tantalizing his hardon with
her tongue and all the while jacking him off very slowly.
     How long this went on was beyond him for he lost all track
of time and place. Just at the moment he thought he would tip
over the scale he felt her hot mouth fully engulf his cock. The
head of his glans slithered deep into her throat, her heat
burning into him like a fire. Nearly uncontrollable now, he felt
her mouth working like a giant suction machine as it sucked
harder and harder on him. He felt the reflexive beginning of
climax building and he tried to thrust upward into her. 
     Swiftly, like a cat, she leaped onto his chest. Lowering her
silk covered pussy onto his mouth, he could taste the massive
amount of cum juices soaking her panties. Like a man in
starvation he opened his mouth wide and engulfed her soaking
crotch. His tongue worked furiously against the wet silk as he
tired to rub her clit with the tip of it. Her moaning and
groaning shattered the stillness as he listened to the sticky,
wet sound of her mouth as she sucked harder on his now throbbing
cock.
     In the last split second before he exploded in her throat
she jumped off of him, her teeth sliding the length of his
violently pulsating shaft. The sudden pain pulled a loud groan
out of him and instantly stopped his impending orgasm. Like a
wild woman now she frantically shoved her tiny panties down her
legs and kicked them across the room. He couldn't believe the
beauty of her pussy, the matted wetness of it as her lips gaped
open waiting for the expectation of a hard cock.
     She was like a tigress as she vaulted back onto him, her
hand grasping his shaft to guide it into her dripping cunt. In
one fluid motion she lowered herself onto him, her wet, slippery
tunnel engulfing his cock and seemingly sucking it deep within
her. He was powerless to do anymore than lift his hips and try to
pump in and out of her. She felt his movement beneath her and
began fucking him in a fast and furious frenzy.
     He felt elated at what she was doing to him. The drugs and
anticipation of the past many hours had him badly in need of a
gigantic climax and she was just about to give him one. He felt
his muscles tensing for the explosion and groaned loudly at its
coming. Just as he was about to tip over the chasm he heard the
loud crash of the door as it was thrown open. Several figures
rushed into the room and grabbed the girl before she could finish
her magical gyrations atop his cock. In deep agony he felt her
pulsating vagina slid off his shaft, the cool air of the room
making his wet cock feel like ice all of a sudden. Moaning in his
throat he could hear them chastising the girl for taking it so
far. She was supposed to have let him get just to a certain point
and no farther. Evidently she had gone much to far and become a
part of it herself. Nearly crying she was dragged out the door
leaving him flat on his back with a gigantic unfulfilled hardon
still pulsing in the cool air.
     Agonizingly he lay twisting and turning in his bonds. There
was no relief from the drug coursing through his veins and he
began to think about Karla again. God, he thought to himself,
what I couldn't do to her right now. Minutes passed but his cock
remained just as hard and firm as it had while inside of the
girl. He prayed for a climax but without being able to get his
hands on his cock he knew it was a hopeless matter. Then the door
opened and the same figures reentered the room. Not saying a word
they freed him from his bonds and shoved him toward the open
doorway. The lack of circulation in his feet causing him to
stumble momentarily. 
     Once outside in the hallway he could hear what sounded like
a large group of people. As they shoved him along they were
joined by several more cloaked figures who were also shoving
another naked man ahead of them. Short seconds later they were
halted at a large heavy curtain and two young women stepped in to
take hold of their arms. They wore the same outfits as the one
that had driven him nearly nuts a few minutes ago. Staring at the
girls bare breasts only added to the hardness of his cock. She
noticed with a smile and quickly shoved him through the curtains
into a large area where Jim could see many people sitting or
laying below them in a makeshift theater of sorts. Most of them
were in a state of undress or entirely nude and many more were
engaged in some very steamy sex play. He spotted Karla across the
stage tied to a reclining table. She was still totally nude and
his heart jumped in his chest when he thought he might be out
here for her. Then he saw another girl in the same position on
this side of the platform and felt hands shoving him toward her. 
     He couldn't control his eyes as they locked onto her naked
body. The sight sent him into a state of excitement where he no
longer cared who she was or what she looked like. The girl was
nearly as gorgeous as Karla and with her nipples as hard as
bullets he relished the idea of taking them into his mouth. His
eyes fell on the lips of her pussy, glistening now from the
copious amounts of her love juice. The sight caused a deep
stirring in his groin which made his cock throb even more for
her. "Please . . . hurry," she whimpered, "don't waste time, I 
need it now, I need a cock, do me, I can't stand it any longer."
     He needed no more coaxing. He was on fire and it was
apparent so was she. It was a heavenly feeling when he took her
baby smooth buttocks, one in each of his hands and stretched her
up against him. He was so hard he didn't have to use hands to
guide his turgid cock between her wet and slippery slit. Her heat
was like a firestorm as his penetration parted the walls of her
vagina and let him sink deeply into her very depths. The mind
shattering feeling of it was more than they could stand as they
began grinding against each other in an attempt to gain
fulfillment. She writhed and twisted within her bonds as she
attempted to lift her hips harder against his driving shaft. 
     Out of the corner of his eye he could see Karla on the far
side of the stage, the man between her open legs. She too was
squirming and gyrating, trying to lift her pussy higher against
him as he engaged in the same ritual as Jim, fucking away as if
there was no tomorrow. Seeing her only added to the heat and
passion of the moment. 

     The audience became so enthralled they seemed to come to a
halt as the spectacle before them unfolded. The show on the stage
was so awe inspiring they couldn't take their eyes off the raging
couples locked in what appeared to be out and out rape. Their  
minds unleashed wanton and carnal thoughts as they sat or lay on
the floor, all of them mesmerized at watching the performance.
Two beautiful and naked women, stretched and tied to uptilted
torture racks, and two naked men between their legs fighting to
bury their distended cocks deeper and deeper. The sight alone was
enough to turn them into a sex crazed mob and the leader of the
club was beginning to notice the reaction. He turned to one of
his assistants at the rear of the stage area. "End it right now,"
he barked. "Get em down and off the stage before we have a
stampede on our hands."
     Seconds later several attendants hurried onto the platform
and pulled the men off of the women. The ropes were being untied
as the screams and moans welled out of the participants throats.
The audience began yelling and jumping to their feet as the
performers were hustled off the stage. The show at an end they
began going at each other once again with a renewed fury.
Sweating, naked bodies were prevalent everywhere as the mob began
attacking each other in one massive sex orgy.
     Jim couldn't believe what was happening in his sex crazed
condition. One second he was about to climax for the first time
in what seemed like days and the next he was being dragged from
the girls body and shoved toward the curtains. It was a
horrendous let down to be so near and then denied his pleasure.
He was sure the girl felt the same way for she let out an
anguished sound deep in her throat as his cock slid out of her
pulsating pussy.
     Everything was happening so fast he couldn't keep up with
it. It sounded like a mass protest out front as he was rushed
down the hall and thrust into the room he'd occupied a few
minutes before. He nearly fell onto the cot on the far side of
the room as the door slammed behind him. Passion coursed through
him still and he involuntarily took his cock in hand and began
masturbating. Anything to gain some relief from the hours and
days of jagged nerves and no orgasms.
     He was violently pumping his cock in an effort to get off
when the door flew open once again. Even though he was nearly out
of his mind with lust he felt the blush of embarrasment wash over
him to be caught in this situation. Instantly he stopped and
stared at the doorway. Karla was there and being shoved in his
direction. She was virtually sobbing and shaking herself into a
mass of histeria, probably not seeing anything taking place
around her. The door slammed shut behind as she stumbled into the
side of the cot and collapsed nearly on top of him.
     Instantly he had her in his arms, whispering into her ear to
calm down. He felt her body go rigid for a second and then she
was pushing away from him in order to focus her eyes. "Jesus
Christ!" she nearly screamed at him. "What in hell are they doing
to us now?"
     "I think things got a little out of hand out there. They had
to break it up so here we are."
     "Here we are where? Is it safe for a while?"
     "I think so. They had me in here earlier while they were
waiting to put me in the show."
     "Jim, I'm so hot I can't even think. I've never been in
anything like this before in my life. You have any idea what the
hell you got us into?"
     "I'm sorry," he whispered. "If I'd have had any idea I'd
never have gotten you into something like this."
     She rolled back next to him, her body sliding up against his
like a second skin. "It wasn't really your fault," she cooed. "I
asked for it. I never dreamt I could get so hot. Sexually its
been a blast, but for two cops, we're fired if anyone ever finds
out."
     "I know. Its an insane feeling to get this hot."
     "Stop talking, Jim Devlin," she managed to say. "You've got
a hot naked woman in your arms who's about to explode from the
heat. Do what you set out to do, let's see just how good you
really are."
     He said no more. She turned her face upward so he could
cover her mouth with his. She tasted of salt and passion as he
let his tongue play against the tip of hers. The contact sent a
shiver through her and he felt her legs wrap around his body.
There were no slow embraces now. They were both so hot from the
previous encounters they had no need to build up to it again. He
simply rolled her over until she was on her back. Her legs opened
wide for him and he felt her hand guiding his cock into her
boiling slit. The girl on the stage had been glorious, Karla was
superb. Her love tunnel was made for him. He had never felt the
excruciating pleasure he felt as his cock shaft dove into her and
slithered its way to the very bottom of her being. 
     She must have felt it too because she groaned loudly in her
throat and began heaving and bucking beneath his body like a wild
animal. He felt like he was riding a wild mustang as she thrashed
and thrust upward at him, trying to gain every centimeter of his
cock into her passion pit. He somehow managed to hit her a few
deep strokes but the Herculean pleasure they were both
experiencing was too great. The magic of climax took over their
lovemaking like a runaway freight train. She screamed loudly into
his ear and he knew by the way she heaved upward she was coming.
He couldn't, nor did he try, to stop his own orgasm. It hit him
like a hammer as he felt the scalding juice explode through his
shaft and burn its way into her very depths.
     Karla felt the burning bolts too as he convulsed in the
throes of climax. She could feel his every pulsation as his hips
and ass drove into her like a giant mall. Her body felt like it
was turning inside out as wave after wave washed over her. She
was now screaming like a crazy woman, every orgasm hitting her
harder than the previous one. She lost count as they came
together. Over and over she kept getting hit with wild and
wonderful relief that left her panting and whimpering on the
narrow cot. She knew she was close to unconsciousness as her drug
enriched passion fought to remain in control. Slowly she felt him
hesitate and then stop altogether. His cock remained rock hard
but he could no longer pump it in and out of her. For a moment at
least, she was satisfied.
     She felt a slight sense of disappointment as his cock
withdrew from the wet and slippery confines of her pussy. She was
glowing like a young girl and her body felt absolutely heavenly.
She listened as his breathing slowed to moderation and then
regained an even beat. He leaned over her slightly. "You've got a
problem now, young lady."
     "Oh? And just what might that be?" she snickered.
     "Me," he laughed. "I've tasted the forbidden fruit. I'll
never be able to leave you alone again."
     "God, I hope not," she said. "It works both ways you know?"
     He bent and covered her mouth with his. As their tongues
became entangled again they were both surprised and shocked to
find the drug was still doing its work. Suddenly, it was as if
nothing had happened before. The heat and passion hit them both
at the same time. Jim's cock was already hard and the added
excitement only increased its length and girth. "Goddamn! I don't
know if I've got the strength for this or not."
     "Relax, my love," she said. "Leave everything to me."
     Like a lithe cat she sprung up and straddled his body, her
hand gently stroking his massive hardon a couple times before she
inserted it in her soaking slit. Now she was in command as she
began the exquisite movement of lifting and lowering herself the
way he had to her a few minutes ago. It was breath taking as she
made wild passionate love to him all the while he was using his
mouth on her hard, distended nipples. The sounds in the room were
those of passion and lust once again. A complete mixture of
groaning and moaning, the sucking sound of mouth on wet breasts
and that never to be forgotten sound a wet, sloppy pussy makes as
a hard, massive cock works like a piston from being shoved in and
out like a well oiled machine. They were completely oblivious to
the outside world as climax after climax drove them nearly insane
for the next several heavenly hours of love and bliss.




~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 8  [1/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:30:54 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                 Chapter 8



     The sun broke through the ever ominous fog of San Francisco
Bay like a giant red fireball. It's rays creeping out across the
city and across Karla's desk top as she sat pushing a pen across
yet another report form in an attempt to close the file on
Menzmer once and for all. Every so often she stopped and stared
out the window. Her mind wandering off to think about Jim and the
adventure of a few nights ago. Twisting in her chair she could
see him on the other side of the room, he too writing furiously
on one of the departments boring forms.

     True to his word, the cult leader had made sure they were
returned to the bay area the next day after their performance.
Tired, worn out, in need of rest and a hot bath, they had been
dumped near Jim's car. He had driven her home and begged off
coming up for coffee. She wasn't sure but she felt like something
had changed in him. He was once again the staunch, hard bitten
cop. It puzzled her but she shrugged it off as something he had
to do to forget their ordeal together. She supposed he had been
humiliated enough by what had happened and wanted to forget it as
best he could.
     The Menzmer case solved, they had been informed by the
Chief's Office they would be receiving a medal from the Mayor.
They hadn't even completed the report writing yet and were
suppose to be downtown in a few short hours. She found it hard to
write a report giving details of what Menzmer had done to her,
but after procrastinating this long it was now time to get it
over with for good.
     Shortly before noon she was startled to hear a noise behind
her. Turning, she looked up to find Jim standing close to her. He
had a sober look on his face, and appeared to be somewhat
perplexed. "Look, Karla, there's something . . . well, I mean,
about the other night . . . well, what I mean is . . .
     "Spit it out, Devlin," she said, "you've had something on
your mind. What are you trying to say?"
     "About the other night . . . I was wondering if, well, I was
wondering if you enjoyed it as much as I did?"
     She looked into his eyes for a moment and then smiled. "Of
course I enjoyed it, I thought you knew that?" 
     "No . . . that is, well, did you, well did you enjoy the
other, the bondage and stuff?"
     She couldn't figure what he was trying to get at. He seemed
so very unsure of himself right now. "Yes, I enjoyed the bondage
and stuff. Now will you shut up about it around here? Someone
might overhear."
     "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Look, I didn't know how to bring this
up. There's a place across the bay in Sausalito. I've been trying
for two years to wangle an invitation but they're very tight
about it. I just got a tip from a guy I know, well actually, one
of my stoolies. He said he heard from a friend about the club up
in Marin County and they had voted to invite me. Its a fun club
of, what the hell, sex games and things, you know, swingers. It
might be the same one we were just at for all I know. Anyway, he
says they were sort of looking for new people who could keep
their mouths shut and decided to issue the invite."
     She held up her hand for a second. "So what are you getting
at?" she asked.
     "I'm getting at would you like to try it again . . . err,
with me, I mean sometime? I mean not right away or anything like
that but sometime?"
     "Is it safe? The last time wasn't exactly what you had
planned you know?"
     "I know, but my source says this one is okay."
     "I'm a little skeptical. This is pretty kinky stuff we're
getting into you know? What if we get caught?"
     "We'd probably lose our jobs. I can understand how you feel.
Let's just forget it."
     "No. You lit a fire in me, Jim Devlin. If you want me to go
with you, then, yes, I'll go."
     "Okay, I'll see what I can do. I'll let you know when."
     He turned to walk away and then hesitated. Spinning around
on his heels he took a step closer to her. "How about dinner
tonight?"
     The question caught her by surprise and she had to think for
a second. "All right, what time?"
     "I'll pick you up at seven, that sound all right?"
     "Fine, now I think we better get down to city hall. I
certainly wouldn't want to keep the mayor waiting."











     It was nearly two weeks before Jim let her know the
arrangements had been made for their little adventure to Marin
County. Two weeks also of trying to convince Karla there was
nothing to worry about. It was a club of well off influential
people from one of the richest counties in the country, and they
just had weird ideas of having fun, that was all. It was  going
to be fun and games and nothing more. She still felt a sense of
apprehension but she also had to admit she had found a dark side
of herself. The thought of going with him into another of these
adventures was exciting and appealing to her wild side. "This is
really kinky shit, Devlin," she said. "We're two grown people and
two cops from San Francisco. What in hell are we doing going to
Marin County to take part in a sex club?"
     "I know, I know, it is pretty kinky crap," he retorted. "I
can still make a call and cancel us out."
     "No, its all right. Its so damn naughty and nasty that I've
been excited all day just thinking about it. I've got to give it
a try just to see what happens. Who knows, might be the high
point of our lives."

     The ride across the Golden Gate didn't take very long at
all. Karla looked out across the bay and could see the heavy fog
banks forming off of San Quentin. A few minutes north of the
bridge Jim turned off the freeway and pulled to the side of the
road. She could see hundreds of houses scattered across the
hillsides and all the way down to the beach. Pulling out his
direction map he turned on the map light. "Okay," he said. "Its
about a mile from here along the water's edge and behind that
dark building up there ahead."
     At the bottom of the hill they turned into a dark,
foreboding road. The car lurched and bounced over the muddy and
rocky roadway of sorts until they came to a heavy chain blocking
their way. Out of the darkness appeared one sole figure. He told
them to leave the keys in the ignition and follow him.
     Together they stumbled along a narrow trail, following the
figure ahead through the darkness. After what seemed like an
eternity they were told to stop and wait. They were at the base
of a large, dark hillside and there was a huge house built back
into the side of it. The figure knocked at a door and within
seconds, Jim and Karla were being guided down a long corridor
into the very bowels of the building. Soon they were pulled to a
stop in front of a large heavy door and then pushed inside.
     As they entered, a man with a deep voice wearing the ever
present black cloak was waiting to greet them. Naturally they
couldn't see his face but he invited them to follow him down into
one of the lower chambers where he offered them some wine. Jim
was pleased they were being greeted so cordially and friendly. He
began to relax and rely on what his informant had told him.
Walking with Karla, they sipped the wine as the mysterious guide
gave them a guided tour of the underground dungeons. They were
very surprised to how complete the facility really was. There
were several dungeons available for anyone wishing to use one,
all fully equipped and ready to go. The main dungeon was built
into an amphitheater with a raised stage and surrounded with
comfortable, theater seats. A very functional bondage club to say
the least. The  wine was a splendid vintage and they both had a
second glass. 
     Returning to the center stage room, they noticed people
beginning to enter and take seats. Jim began to wonder why they
would be sitting down in the theater if they were going to be
taking part in their own fantasy's. He shrugged it off as
something they probably did each time the club was open. He was
suddenly taken completely off guard when he saw Karla's eyelids
flutter and watched her slowly slump over in her seat.     
     Jim jumped to his feet but felt like he was encased in a
block of jello. He tried to move toward her but his legs didn't
seem to work. He knew in an instant what had happened, he'd been
set up. They'd  been drugged with the wine. Fighting to stay
conscious the darkness descended over him in velvety blackness. 
     How long he was unconscious was impossible to estimate but
he figured probably not very long. Slowly opening his eyes, it
was apparent what was taking place in this so called safe sex
club. Instead of taking part with the members in an evening of
sexual fantasy, they were going to be the center of attention.
Jim cursed under his breath for allowing this to happen. He'd let
his sexual perversion out weigh his common sense. Trusting a
stoolie wasn't usually a good way to do business and this just
proved it.
     As his eyes became accustomed to the light, he could see
they were in one of the smaller dungeons below the main room. He
was manacled to one wall and across from him he could see Karla
chained to the other wall. Their clothes had been removed and all
he was wearing now was a leather jock strap. Karla had been
outfitted in a pair  of bikini panties, extremely high heel black
shoes and nothing else. 
     He heard her groan and saw that she was coming out of it. He
didn't realize they were gagged until he tried to talk to her.
Not only gagged, but gagged with one of those uncomfortable
looking ball gags he'd seen in several of the city's sex shops.
Jim was suddenly very worried about this situation. He'd heard a
few rumors about some of these places being a haven for those
into the world of pain. He wasn't sure anymore what he had gotten
them into, but pain had not been on his agenda.

     It didn't take long before the cell door opened and several
attendants entered the room. They all wore the familiar black
cloaks and masks so there was no way to tell who they were. At
this point, he didn't care who they were. Splitting up, they
approached both Jim and Karla and began taking them down from the
cold, uncomfortable walls.
     Jim was released and quickly handcuffed behind his back.
Karla received the same treatment before they were taken by the
arms and led out of the darkened room. Quickly pulled and shoved
down a short corridor and up the stairs to the main hall, it was
only a couple minutes until they were shoved onto the raised
stage of the main theater. The room now was full of club members
who applauded and cheered loudly as they were brought on stage. 





~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 8  [2/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:32:37 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

     Two figures dressed completely in black awaited in the
center of the stage. One grabbed Karla and the other took hold of
Jim. His handcuffs were replaced with wristcuffs attached to 
chains hanging from the ceiling. The pain shot through his arms
as he was jerked upward until his feet were off the floor. He was
left to hang there slowly swaying from side to side while they
went to work on Karla. 
     The largest of the two figures grabbed her arms and removed
the cuffs. Then, none to gently he pushed her to a large wagon
wheel at one side of the  stage. The wheel was fitted with hand
and leg manacles firmly attached to its rim. She was shoved
backward against the wheel and her arms were raised over her head
and placed in the wrist rings. Then, one by one, her ankles were
forced into the lower rings and locked tight. Shamefully, he had
to admit, seeing her spreadeagle against the wheel, wearing
nothing but a pair of bikini panties was turning him on. 
     His eyes widened as they retrieved a set of nipple clamps
and begin pinching her nipples in order to get them hard. Then,
as her nipples swelled and enlarged, they attached the clamps,
first one and then the other. He wondered how that must feel to a
woman to have metal clamps placed on her most sensitive parts.
From the way her eyes grew wide and the way she began moaning
from deep within her throat, he figured there must be a lot of
pain from such an ordeal. 
     Looking out into the audience, he could see several members
beginning to shed their clothing. To a loud applause, one of the
figures on the stage picked up an ugly looking whip and turned to
face her. Jim saw her eyes fill with terror and also felt his
cock growing hard within the tight leather of the strap. He felt
slightly ashamed but the sight of such a beautiful woman being
tortured like this was making his cock throb and he couldn't help
it. The cloaked figure began flicking the whip back and forth
across the stage. It shot toward Jim and caught him across the
thighs. A sharp stab of fire coursed through him causing him to
jerk at the end of the chains and deflated his hardon in one feld
blow. Karla's head reared back and tears came into her eyes as
she saw the whip strike him. Then the man turned toward her and
flicked it across her bare stomach. She reacted like an electric
wire had been pressed against her. 
     The master of ceremonies walked to the center of the stage
and picked up a microphone. "Good evening, dear members. Welcome
to your special show for this month and this night in particular.
We have something special we hope you will enjoy. These two you
see before you thought they were going to be taking part as
guests. They came of their own free will but that's as far as it
goes. What happens from this point is strictly without their
consent, but sometimes we have to be a bit crafty in how we
procure our subjects. If anyone of you has a problem with that,
we invite you to leave now." 
     Not one person left the auditorium. "Very well. The
demonstration tonight will elevate you into a state of frenzy and
deep sexual turn on. Our guests are going to seduce and fuck two
of you right here on stage. They'll resist at first but it will
do them no good. With the techniques we use I believe we can
guarantee they'll be like wild animals within a very short while.
Now then, which two would like to be our first assistants." 
     As loud applause boomed from the audience, two naked people,
one man and one woman, jumped from their seats and ran up onto
the stage. The man was stocky with dark hair and eyes and an ugly 
hair covered cock. The woman was much more appealing with a
smooth, beautifully suntanned body even though her looks were on
the plain side. Jim made up his mind that they were in for a sad
disappointment. No way was he going to make it with her in front
of the whole group of sadists and perverts so they could get
their kicks. He just hoped Karla was as staunch in her dignity to
be thinking the same thing.
          The gags were removed and they were asked if they were
willing to put on a show right now. "Fuck you, you sick son of a
bitch," Karla blurted out. "I have no intention of putting on a
show for you or your kinky friends."
     "Good, Karla! The same goes for me," Jim yelled.
     "Very well then, we'll just have to do it the hard way." 
     The cloaked figure grabbed a pair of scissors and quickly
cut the sides of her panties. With nothing now to cover her, he
picked up an enormous rubber dildo and began working it between
her helpless pussy lips. Managing to get it fully inserted, Jim
heard the strong drone of a very powerful motor coming from the
device. Karla's body stiffened and he knew she had been filled
with a heavy duty vibrator. Strapping it in place to make sure
she didn't push it out, he left her mewing and moaning loudly in
your throat.  
     Then they turned on Jim. They wasted no time cutting off the
jock strap to expose his cock to the crowd. As he hung there, the
figure came down hard on it with a small whip made for the
purpose. The pain boiled into the base of his cock and up his
spine. His body arched and began swinging on the end of the
chains. Then, a deliberately small cock ring was placed over his
cock shaft. He was going to intentionally make Jim grow a hardon
whether he wanted one or not. Next, a cock vibrator was fit onto
his shaft and the switch turned on. The maddening vibration
quickly began enlarging Jim's cock. The harder he grew the more
pain he experienced. Cock rings that are too small can be used
for  extreme torture and this one was insidious. 
     His prick began turning purple as the veins extended and
enlarged along the shaft. He was going to be in deep trouble in a
short while. Looking over at Karla he could see the device in her
pussy having its effect. Her eyes were glued to his hardon and
she were moaning and groaning in sexual excitement. 
     The crowd of people made no pretense now. Most had discarded
their clothing and were engaged in some sort of sexual foreplay,
either individually or with one another. Jim was enraged to know
they were getting off at their expense and doubly inflamed when
he heard the deep voice at the microphone. "As you can see ladies
and gentlemen, they are now completely capable of doing whatever
we demand of them. The woman is hot, believe me, and the male is
experiencing, let's say, a gigantic though painful hardon. I
think it safe to say we'll be seeing them in action within a very
few minutes." 

     The male volunteer from the audience was taken to a quickly
provided bed and position down on his back. One of the young
female attendants fluffed his cock momentarily until it rose hard
and firm toward the ceiling. Then, unhooking Karla from the
wheel, they pushed her over to the bed and removed the vibrator
from her gushing pussy. Two assistants lifted her and placed her
on top of him in a sitting position while one of the girls
reached in and inserted his cock into her pussy. Jim was thrilled
to see her do nothing. She sat atop of his groin glaring at those
around her, but she didn't move a muscle. It was great to see 
her defying them like that but it also had a detrimental effect. 
     The cock ring and the sight of seeing Karla on top of
another man was making life very uncomfortable for him. They came
to him and held him tightly while he felt a hand take hold of his
falsely enlarged cock. His arms were freed and they pushed him
toward the girl who was now laying on another bed with her legs
spread for him. It was a simple matter for them to shove him down
on top of her and insert his massive cock into her pussy. He had
never thought it possible that this could happen. He was inside
of a woman's hot, wet pussy and doing everything in his power to
remain still. He decided he'd be damned if he was going to move
his hips or in any way pump his cock in and out of her. He just
lay as still as he could. "Don't fight it," the girl said. "Just
fuck me. Quit being such an asshole."   
     He remained that way, not moving a muscle, wishing he could
lose the hardon to prove to them he was in control. The cockring
made it impossible. His cock buried in a warm, pulsing pussy was
just too much for his libido. The sudden blinding pain of a whip
across my buttocks caught him completely off guard. Involuntarily
his muscles tightened causing him to plunge into the depths of
her cunt. It seemed they might force him to fuck her whether he
wanted to or not, at least they had him all the way in her now.
The sudden blow had forced him so deep that she screamed from the
pain. He frantically struggled to withdraw but they held him
down. "Fuck her you bastard, it's a no win situation," 
     "Not till hell freezes over you scumball."
     Another blow on his ass had no effect. He was already buried
in her up to the hilt. "There's another way, pull him off her",
someone said behind him. 
     Jim was wrenched away, his gigantic cock causing a loud
sucking sound as it was pulled from her wet pussy. She moaned
loudly as his shaft was removed so abruptly. Several hands
engulfed his head and forced his head back until he thought they
would break his neck. Then someone poured liquid into his mouth
until he had to swallow or gag to death. He gulped once and
tasted the same strange concoction he had tasted before. He knew
in an instant what was going to happen. 
     He saw them forcefully opened Karla's mouth and pour some of
the stuff down her throat at the same time. Then they held them
tightly, waiting. It didn't take long. Within five minutes the
first burning sensation began growing in the shaft of his cock.
It was the same sensation he felt nearly a month ago when the sex
drug was administered to them at another place. He knew within a
few more minutes he would do anything for sex. His body would
change and he would lose all control. He'd be just as they
described, a wild animal ready to fuck anything in sight. 

     Karla was beginning to feel it too. He saw her start
struggling and gyrating her body as they held her fast. Her
nipples popped out hard from the center of her aureoles and she
began to whimper and scream obscenities at her captors. They
wouldn't have to hold her on top of the guy's cock, she'd be
going after him like a wild woman as soon as the stuff fully hit
her. There was nothing they could do, they were about to put on a
show for these bastards whether they wanted to or not. 
     Jim's breathing became labored as the buildup continued to
grow. They made sure he could hear Karla getting hot and his cock
exploded into a stupendous hardon as if by magic. All he could
think of was burying it deeply in her cunt, but they weren't
going to let that happen. He was suddenly going out of his mind
to fuck a pussy and he was helpless. 
     As Karla grew hotter and hotter, they took their hands off
to let her do her thing with the creep on the bed. Like a hunting
tigress she sprang off him and started in Jim's direction. They
had to hurry to get her turned and pushed back toward the guy.
She was beyond caring, her hand grabbed at his now enormous prick
and began guiding it toward her smoldering pussy.      
     Loud applause grew in the audience as the victims went out
of their heads. Jim slammed the girl back down on the bed and
fell on top of her. Like an insane animal he inserted his
concrete hard purplish cock in the girl's pussy and began
pounding her like a living pile driver. She was going nuts under
him as he strove to get off. He  couldn't move his hips fast
enough. The drug was devilish and sadistic in it's ability to
prevent orgasm. He pounded himself into her and still she kept
begging him to fuck faster and faster. There was no way to put
the fire out. The drug drove him crazy. It was inhuman. 
     Jim hoped inwardly they were physically in condition to
sustain such an onslaught of raw, rampaging sex. He could see
Karla across the stage pounding her pussy down on the man's cock
like a machine gone berserk. He was doing the same for the girl
beneath him but he couldn't get off no matter how hard he fucked
her. Several times she screamed loudly from her own orgasms but
he was left in the cold unfulfilled. He heard the bastard under
Karla babbling and screaming several times and knew everyone was
enjoying this but them.
     By now, more of the audience was running up on the stage to
take part with these two sex maniacs. Jim or Karla either one
cared who, just that they were crazily trying to fuck to orgasm
and couldn't quite make it. It went on and on.
     The drug could make them lose the ability to orgasm but it
couldn't give them added strength and stamina. Quickly they began
to slow from pure exhaustion. Two of the attendants sprung into
action and administered injections into their wildly flailing
buttocks. Instantly they could feel a sudden rejuvenation of
strength and stamina. Several more people out of the audience
were satisfied this way. 
     Jim finally felt the blood draining out of his brain and
knew he was losing consciousness. The audience saw him slowly
slid off the girl and fall to the floor. Karla continued for a
few more minutes until she too fell with a thud to the stage
floor.
     Those in the audience were so inflamed by now they didn't
care what happened any longer up on the stage. They were too busy
fucking each other to notice the attendants loading the victims
onto war surplus stretchers to be carried off behind the
curtains. Little did they know about the knockout drugs placed in
the last injection, nor did they care. 






~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 9
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:34:04 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                 Chapter 9



     When he opened his eyes, it was still dark. He was on cold
ground and shivering. Karla was next to him huddled in a tight
ball. It was cold and they were both naked. They appeared to be
laying in an open field of grass and dirt. Off in the distance he
could see the lights of the city. Climbing to his feet he
stumbled onto their clothes laying in a heap nearby. He heard
Karla moan and hoped she was all right. "Where are we?" she said.
     "I don't know. baby. They had their fun and then dumped us
here."  
     "What do we do now?" 
     "Get our clothes on and try to get back to our car. Are you
all right?" 
     "I think so. God, I'm so horny. I couldn't get off on that
asshole." 
     "I know. It'll be hours before it wears off." 
     "Are you still hard?" she asked 
     "God yes, that shit's still in our system." 
     "Jim, right here, right now, fuck me. Don't mess around, no
foreplay, no talk. Just put it in and fuck hell out of me." 
     "That's the drug talking, Karla." 
     "I don't care, I need it, please?" 
     She rolled over on her back and opened her legs. He 
couldn't resist, he didn't want to resist. He mounted her and
slipped inside of her still gushy pussy. She was like a wildcat,
moaning and screaming in his ear, her legs wrapping around him
and pulling him deeper into her. He wasn't at all sure where he
got the strength but he pounded into her mercilessly. The more he
hit her the wilder she became. "Goddamn it, I can't get off," she
shouted, "it's driving me nuts." 
     He felt her body tighten and roll over, throwing him onto
his back. She rode him like a stallion, her pussy blurring up and
down on his shaft like a  piston. Finally, too exhausted, they
had to give up the effort. The drug was designed to prevent them
from gaining any relief and no matter what they did, it wasn't
going to happen until it wore off. 
     Karla was a trembling, quivering mass of hysteria. There was
nothing she could do except let time take its toll. Getting their
clothes on, they began walking. At least it took their minds off
the torment they were in. Soon out of the darkness they saw a
convenience store up ahead. At least they could call a cab and
get back to their car. They must have been a sight the two of
them coming out of the dark. They were both dirty and grimy from
the last bout in the field. Karla even had some weeds protruding
from her hair. With the cab on the way, she found a women's room
to freshen up in. She could hardly believe what she looked like
as she glanced into a mirror. One thing was for sure. She'd never
be recognized after she had a shower and changed clothes.
     Everything was dark and deserted as they jumped out of the
cab. Their car was still sitting where they left it. Driving 
through the darkness toward Karla's place, he could hear her
softly moaning from the effects of the drug. Her hand slipped
over between his legs and her other hand dove between her legs.
He had the tremendous urge to pull his cock out and try to jack
off, too. The discomfort of a never ending hardon was beginning
to get to him. 

     They finally arrived at her apartment. She pulled him out of
the car and together they hurried into the elevator. "I'll make
some coffee or something. Maybe it'll help.
     She put a pot of coffee on the stove and then sat next to
him on her large divan. They seemed to reach the same idea at the
same moment. "Can we try again? A little relief would be better
than no relief at all," she said. 
     Sinking back into the softness of the couch they went at
each other. Frantically they took turns stripping one another of
clothing. Both totally nude now, she opened her legs wide so he
could slip his cock between the lips of her cunt. Sinking deeply
inside of her, the sensation of his cock sliding up and down
within her slimy, tight tunnel was maddeningly pleasurable. If
anything, it raised the height of his drug induced passion to the
boiling point. He could feel her responding with strong thrusts
against him. 
     Miraculously he felt the muscles in her pussy begin to
tighten and knew she was going into orgasm, the drug was wearing
off at last. The tremendous spasms began lifting her ass clear of
the ground as she tried to force him deeper inside of her. A
loud, wrenching scream exploded in his ear as he felt her go over
the top. Her pelvic muscles clenched his cock like a vise over
and over again until he felt his own relief wash over him in a
dozen climatic explosions. The feeling was almost worth the 
torture they had gone through to get here. How magnificent it
felt to be exploding this way after being denied so long. 

     For nearly an hour they satiated each other until exhaustion
ended their lovemaking. Relaxed at last they sat on the couch in
front of her coffee table. Karla was dressed now in an old robe
she'd taken off the hook in the bathroom. Jim had pulled his
clothes back on and was leaning back drinking some hot coffee.
The drug had finally ran its course and they were nearly back to
normal now. "I really don't know what to say, Karla," he
stammered. "If I'd have had any idea, I'd never have let this
happen to you. I was so stupid."
     "What's happened is over," she replied. "We can't go back
and change things. It happened that's all. Just don't ask me to
go on another adventure. I'll never trust you again."
     "I don't blame you, not one bit. I wouldn't trust me either.
Is everything over between us?"
     "I don't know, Jim. I just don't know. Maybe later, after
all this blows over, perhaps . . .
     "I'm sorry you feel that way, Karla. I know it would be
pretty hard on you, I mean after all . . .
     "Yeah, after all, I think you've gotten me into enough nasty
business lately, don't you?"
     "What can I say? You've got me there. If it weren't for me
none of this would have happened."
     "Oh, no one can know for sure. If not you, then it could
have been someone else. My boss maybe, who knows?"
     "Yeah, who knows. I'll be going now, you probably could use
a little rest."

     She watched him as he entered the elevator. There had been
no good bye kisses or hugs. Just a friendly farewell as he walked
away looking like a little boy who just lost his best friend. She
turned out all the lights and walked into the bedroom. Glancing
at the clock, she wasn't surprised to see the sun would be up
soon.
     Sliding in between the sheets felt rather heavenly.
Stretching her toes and fingers out as far as she could reach she
felt her muscles relax and settle down for a good morning's
sleep. She was just about to doze off when the phone shattered
the stillness making her nearly fall out of bed. Heart pounding
in her chest she picked it up. "Yes, hello."
     "Karla, this is Lieutenant Walker. I'm sorry to wake you."
     "You didn't. I was just going to sleep. What's up?"
     "Menzmer's gone."
     She couldn't believe what he had just said. Stunned from the
shock of it she just fell back on the bed. "Karla, you still
there?"
     She couldn't answer for a few seconds. "Yeah, I'm here. How,
when, whatta you mean, gone?"
     "Just what I said, gone. Somebody fucked up big time at the
sheriff's office. He just woke me to let me know Menzmer's been
unaccounted for since sometime yesterday. Something about a mixup
during visiting hours and they apparently just let the bastard
walk out of the jail."
     "You've got to be kidding. Let him just walk out?"
     "Yup, I wouldn't kid you about something like this."
     "Jesus Christ! What if he knows where I live?"
     There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line,
then she heard Walker's voice again. "No chance, you're unlisted
aren't you?"
     "Yes, of course, but who knows what that pervert might be
capable of?"
     "Yeah, but I doubt if he has any way of finding out where
you live. He doesn't even know your right name."
     "Okay, Lieutenant, you're probably right. I'd still feel
better if I knew there was someone outside watching for him."
     "I'll get right on it. Should be a squad car there within
ten minutes."

     Karla lay for a few minutes but had no hope of getting to
sleep. She was nearly exhausted and still sleep wouldn't come.
All she could think about was Menzmer and what would happen if he
got his hands on her again. She shuddered to think about it as
she slid out of bed and pulled on her robe. All of a sudden she
wished she hadn't sent Jim off so fast. Who would have known
though. This shouldn't have happened at all. She thought about
trying to call him and have him head back this way, but then he
wouldn't even be home yet. She didn't know exactly what to do.

     On the other side of town in a small, dirty apartment house,
no one suspected that a wanted killer had rented a room several
months earlier for just such an occasion as this. Slipping in the
alley entrance Menzmer had made his way up the stairway
undetected until he now sat gloating on the unmade bed. In his
hand he held a small instrument he'd taken from one of the
drawers on his dusty bureau, something he'd purchased the night
he'd dumped Marla McNeeley's body. 
     It was simple, so simple who'd have thought it possible. He
turned on the scanner and listened. That was all there was to it.
For two hours, while he labored over another of his projects, he
listened to police calls. Wires and black boxes covered his bed
as he cursed and fumed, trying to get his little invention just
the way he wanted it. Finally, just as he was screwing in the
last screw he heard the police dispatcher make the call he was
after. "Four thirteen, San Francisco."
     "Four thirteen, go ahead."
     "Proceed to one three zero zero Seaview Lane. Code five for
ten officer Karla Sinclair until further notice."
     "Four thirteen, ten four."
     Menzmer leaned back and smiled. There it was, so easy he
hardly believed it himself. They just gave it away right there on
the air. What a bunch of fools, he thought to himself. What a
bunch of absolute fools.


     
            
     
      

     






~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 10  [1/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:35:37 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                Chapter 10



     The escaped killer had been on the streets for nearly a week
when Devlin was informed he had a call waiting from a Lieutenant
Walker. Hurriedly he closed his door and grabbed the phone. He
knew Walker wouldn't be calling him unless there was something
wrong. "Devlin here, what's up?"
     "Devlin, I think something is going on. Sinclair failed to
show up for her morning shift and I've dispatched a car over to
her address. I thought you might like to know."
     "You bet, I appreciate the call. I'm heading over there
myself."
     He hadn't seen her since the night he took her home and she
had indirectly gave him the gate. He didn't blame her at all, he
just needed an excuse to see or call her again. This was an
opening at least, now all he had to worry about was the call from
her boss. Maybe just slept in or stuck in traffic. At least he 
hoped so.
     He got to her apartment just ahead of the beat car as it
pulled to the curb behind him. Together they climbed the steps to
her apartment and tried the door. There didn't seem to be
anything wrong, it was locked tight. While the beat cop went
hunting for the landlord, Jim walked around the building and
located the rear steps leading up to her apartment from the
carport. Climbing to the top of the landing he didn't see
anything out of the ordinary at first and the door was locked.
Then something caught his eye, a small piece of white jagged wood
laying at his feet. Looking closer at the door jamb he felt a
cold chill run through his spinal column. The door had been
forced open and then relocked again. Jesus Christ, he muttered. 
     It didn't take much effort to open the door. He only had to
lean on it and he was in. Pulling his gun he rushed into the
interior of her apartment. There was no doubt something had
happened. In the bedroom the bed cloths had been dragged off onto
the floor the way they'd be if she had been pulled out
forcefully. The nightstand had been knocked over spewing the
contents across the floor all the way to the far wall. Turning on
his heel he walked into the living room. The scratching at the
front door brought him to a state of readiness until it flew open
and the beat cop stood there with the landlady. Taking a deep
breath he told the cop what had happened and sent him to call for
an investigation unit. 
     Several hours later they knew no more than they did when he
arrived. There were fingerprints all over the place, probably
hers. Everything was here including her purse, identification and
her gun. It appeared one sheet was missing off the bed and they
figured it had been used to wrap her in. Other than that, she was
gone and they had no clues how to find her.
     Being a homicide detective, Devlin had not been assigned to
Karla's kidnapping other than on a personal basis. It was tough
just sitting around waiting for word but there was no other way
to do it. In reality, there was no other word, they didn't have a
clue.
 
     It was near five in the evening when Devlin answered a
personal call through the switch board. The voice on the other
end was familiar and sent a shiver up his spine. "She's with me,
detective. You want her back you do as I say, understood?"
     "I'm listening."
     "You come alone. I see anyone, hear anyone, think I see or
hear anyone else she's dead. You got that?"
     "Yeah, I got it. How do I know she's not dead already?"
     "You have to take my word for it. She's hurtin a little and
a bit uncomfortable but she's alive."
     "Okay, where do I come?"
     "First things first. I found out a lot in the past few
hours. For instance she's a narc and was borrowed by you assholes
to catch me. Secondly, when the pain got to much for her and she
tried to make a deal she told me where they keep the evidence and
how I can get my hands on forty kilos of good coke. Thirdly,
you're going to be the one that brings it to me or else you'll
find her like the others. Only this one won't have any tits and
her pussy will be decorating my wall, you getting this?"
     "Every word. You even think of hurting her like that and
I'll personally kill you myself, you getting that?"
     "Don't threaten me, detective. You keep her alive only as
long as you do what I tell you to do."
     Devlin listened as Menzmer laid out everything he needed to
get the coke and where to deliver it. He knew better than to
trust this maniac but he had no choice. He didn't even dare bring
anyone else in on it for fear he'd get her killed. Making sure he
had the exact directions he hurried over to Karla's precinct.
After talking a minute with the front desk officer he headed up
the stairs with an excuse that Walker was waiting for him. It was
after five and the narcotics bureau was dark. He had a little
trouble forcing the door without raising a racket but he finally
stepped inside and closed the door.
     If Menzmer had it right, there would be a large heavy
suitcase inside of Karla's office closet. It would contain the
cocaine she was supposed to book into evidence the morning she
was kidnapped. Damn sloppy police-work he thought to himself. She
should never have this shit locked in her closet. 
     Finding her office and forcing the door he breathed a sigh
of relief to find the suitcase where it was suppose to be.
Picking it up he headed for the street as fast as he could go
without raising any more suspicion. He never figured he'd get
away with it, but a few minutes later he was hauling ass across
town with the damn stuff next to him in the front seat. 
     The location of the exchange was near the waterfront. A dark
narrow alley not far from the wharf but one no one ever used at
this time of night. Sitting alone in the darkness he didn't have
to wait very long. He heard Menzmer's voice first telling him to
step out of the car. "You got the stuff?"
     "Yeah, its in the front seat there. Now what?"
     "Now you just put your ugly face up against that brick wall
over there and keep your hands in plain sight while I check it
out."
     Devlin did as he was told, standing against the wall with
his hands over his head. He heard the car door open and close and
wondered if he'd been ripped off. He was about to turn when he
heard a faint sound behind him. It felt like something heavy had
been pressed down on his head. He tried to move his arms to push
it away but there was no reaction. He couldn't move his upper
body. The world was starting to spin and go dark as he felt
himself falling away from the wall. A red film seemed to come
over his eyes and then darkness descended over him.

     Pain, sharp pain, raced through his body as a dim light from
far away began to grow brighter. He didn't know where he was or
why he was there. His mind couldn't grasp anything, even who he
was for a second. Then reality hit him and he tried to move.
Something held him fast, rigid, unable to function. He was able
to see his surroundings in the dim light. It made no sense. He
was laying on the floor of an old dusty warehouse. He could hear
the water lapping under the floor and figured they were still
down near the waterfront. There was no noise except for a distant
fog horn giving off its mournful sound every few seconds. His
hands and feet were tightly bound with heavy rope and he had a
mouthful of something that tasted like dirty underwear.
     He didn't know how long he lay there before he heard
footsteps echoing in the large empty room. The shadow of someone
came near and he felt a tug on the ropes wrapped around his feet.
Someone had taken hold of them and began dragging him across the
floor. He was dragged into another room where there was a little
more light and felt sick at what he saw in there. 
     She was there all right. Menzmer had constructed another of
his little torture rooms at one time or the other and Karla was
in the middle of it. She was hanging upside down, her legs spread
wide and tied tightly to an overhead twelve by twelve. Her wrists
were bound to eyebolts in the floor on each side of her body
leaving her suspended and spreadeagle in mid-air. There was a
wide strip of tape covering her mouth and of course she was nude.
Jim felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

     Her eyes opened wide when she saw Jim being dragged into the
room. Menzmer giggled like a maniac as he dropped his bound feet
to the floor and then stood back to look at her. "Poor boy, poor
girl, I know you can't talk very well so I guess I'm going to
have to do all the talking instead. I've got some unfinished
business to take care of. Too bad you two are it. You both get to
watch what happens to each other. Delightfully you get to kill
each other and by the time anyone finds you, I'll be a thousand
miles from here. Oh, by the way, have you two had the opportunity
to fuck each other yet?"
     He began laughing again like a crazy man. Why wouldn't he,
he was a crazy man. "Now then, before I leave, I feel it only
fitting I have one last fling with the beautiful young detective.
Walking to where she hung he stopped to admire his handy work.
His eyes were at the same level as her pussy and he stood staring
at it for long seconds. Drool began running down his lower lip as
he started fondling her soft bushy triangle, rubbing and patting
it gently at first as if he were trying to turn her on. She tried
to struggle and twist away from his hands but he held her firmly
as he had his fun. 
     He bent down on one knee and covered her left nipple with
his mouth, sucking and licking it like the maniac he was. Then he
switched to her other one and Jim could see how hard her nipples
were becoming. Then Jim watched as he reached around her to
fondle her buttocks. Rubbing and squeezing her he pulled her
toward him until her bushy vagina was tickling his lips. Like a
starving shark he buried his mouth into her moist crack. 
     She mewed softly in her throat as he used his mouth on her
and ran his tongue in and out of her tight slit. Jim saw her
shudder and try to twist away again, then the sound in her throat
changed abruptly from soft moaning to a tortured wail. Even the
gag didn't soften the sound she made and he knew she was in
sudden pain. Menzmer turned to face him and smiled. Several
dozens of her dark hairs fluttered toward the floor as he opened
his mouth to talk. "You like shaved pussy's, detective?" he
asked. "Well we're going to have one here pretty soon. I'm going
to shave her the hardway, without a razor."
     Laughing gleefully he lowered his mouth once more and took
another bite of hair between his teeth. Then he twisted his neck
and head to wrench it out of her. The sound she made was pitiful
to listen to but Jim was helpless. It must be horrendously
painful to have your pubic hairs pulled out like this, he thought
to himself. Menzmer played the game with her until a stream of
blood began to trickled down her stomach and off the tips of her
breasts. She was by now turned into a moaning, half conscious
figure hanging limply within her bonds. 
     "All right, enoughs enough," he cackled, his lips covered in
her blood. "It's time we had the real fun."





~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 10  [2/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:37:18 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

     Menzmer walked over and cut the ropes between Jim's ankles.
Then, pulling a gun from inside his shirt, he cut his wrists
loose. "Make one move, any move and I shoot her, understood?"
     "Understood."
     "All right, untie her and take her over there to those two
chains hanging from the ceiling."
     Jim saw two separate chains hanging from the ceiling, both
had a set of handcuffs attached to the ends. He did just as he
was told. Gently as he could, he cut her hands loose first and
then lifted her down as he cut the ropes around her ankles.
Helping her to her feet he half carried half walked her to where
Menzmer had indicated. Once he had her there Menzmer came closer,
the gun still pointing at her heart. "Okay, now reach up and pull
the chain down to where you can get the cuffs around her wrists."
     Doing as he was told Jim cuffed her wrists and then at 
Menzmer's direction, pulled her up on tiptoe and tied the other
end of the chain to a hook on the wall. Now she stood stretched
upward, her wrists encased in steel handcuffs, the strain pulling
her breasts taught and erect.
     "Good, you did that just the way you were told. Now then,
take off all your cloths, I want you as naked as she is."
     Disgruntled, Jim slowly began removing his clothing. A sharp
blow across the forehead from the barrel of the gun nearly forced
him to his knees. "Faster, you move when I tell you to do
something."
     Quickly now, Jim removed the rest of his clothes and stood
nude next to Karla. "Good, now reach up and get that other set of
cuffs."
     Jim stretched up and pulled them lower. "Lock em around your
wrists."
     He had no choice, the gun was pointed at Karla and he knew
this maniac wouldn't hesitate to shoot her. Locking the cuffs he
stood and waited for the next move. Menzmer made it rather
hurriedly. "This is how it is. I'm getting out of here. I have a
rather unpleasant surprise for both of you though. I'm going to
let you kill each other while I get clear."
     Jim listened to him rant for a second and then looked right
at him. "Just what makes you think you can leave us here alone
and be so sure we're going to kill each other."
     "Oh, you'll see in a minute."
     Hurrying across the room, he returned with an armload of
boxes and black wires. Then he quickly set about hooking them up
to some pretty radical equipment. First he picked up two long
black wires with ugly, jagged clamps attached to the ends of each
wire. One wire was split so he could attach a clamp to each of
her nipples. The other he attached to a piece of metal about six
inches long and rounded like a dildo. Then he inserted it deep in
her vagina and using heavy tape bound the thing inside of her.
Jim struggled furiously at the end of his chain as Menzmer
removed Karla's gag and listened to her screams from the pain.
     While Karla struggled next to him he pulled out another set
of wires. This system was different. First he held up a metal cap
much like those used on the top of the tubes in old television
sets. This one had a fiendish locking device around the opening
and a protruding tip at the end. When it was slipped over the
head of Jim's cock it locked in place in the indentation between
the glans and the shaft. When Menzmer clipped on one of the wires
to the protruding tip, Jim felt a cold chill pass through his
body. He already had an idea of what was to come. The other wire
was hooked onto the handcuffs. When he was finished, his victims
stood naked together with the wires running down their bodies and
across the floor. Menzmer hurried to get them hooked into the
black box he'd brought in with him. 
     This done he stood back and checked his work to make sure it
was what he wanted. Then the black box was pulled across the
floor to a huge electrical junction box and tied securely to
the wall to keep it from moving. Jim watched as Menzmer walked
over and took hold of the end of the chain his cuffs were hooked
to. Pulling him up onto his tiptoes he hooked the chain to an
eyebolt on the top of the black box. "Okay, detective, lower your
weight to the floor."
     Jim lowered his body weight until his feet were flat against
the floor. In doing so, he noticed the chain pull the eyebolt
upward in the box and heard a faint click. Next, Menzmer did the
same thing to Karla. When he was at last finished, he had them
both stretched the way he wanted them. "Now, if you haven't
already figured it out let me explain what this is all about
before I go." 
     "There's a hundred and ten volts running into that box, not
enough to kill you but excruciating never the less. As long as
you stand on your tiptoes, you're going to be fine, nothing will
happen, but when one of you weakens you're going to light your
lover up like a roman candle. Clever isn't it? Jesus  I'd love to
stay and see how long you can take it before your hearts stop. I
always wondered what a person would do when they get hit with
electricity in the cunt or prick, its going to be glorious, but I
have to run, enjoy."
     "You rotten bastard," Jim screamed at him. "You filthy
rotten scumbag. If I get out of this I'm personally going to hunt
you down and I'll take care of you without any trials. Count on
it."
     "I don't think so but thanks for the warning. Now then, I
suggest you get up on your toes before I plug this thing in. Its
going to be fantastic when she gets hit with a hundred volts in
the pussy."
     He picked up the large plug and inserted it into the
junction box just as they both stood up on their toes. As the
plug seated into the socket, Menzmer sang out a farewell to them
and ran out the door.
     "Jim, I don't know how long I can stand on my toes this
way," she said to him.
     "I know, baby, I don't either. It doesn't look good. I don't
think we're going to get out of this one."
     Menzmer came running back through the door momentarily and
called out to them. "Oh, by the way, sometime next week I'll call
your buddies and tell them where they can find your bodies. You
all have fun now." 
     They could hear him laughing for several seconds and then it
grew deathly quiet. The agony set in rather quickly and it didn't
take long to begin effecting the muscles of their feet and legs.
First their feet and calve muscles began to spasm. Seconds turned
into minutes and the horror spread through their bodies. Karla
was the first to go. After nearly twenty minutes she could no
longer stay up on her toes. With a hideous groan she fell back,
her feet hitting the floor. The move pulled the eyebolt and the
charge flashed into Jim like an express train.  He couldn't
believe the pain of it as it rammed into his cock. Karla cried
out at what she had done to him and was amazed to see the instant
hardon it produced along with the gut wrenching sound he made in
his throat.
     He wasn't prepared for the charge as it knocked him back on
his heels. Of course this caused him to fall off balance and pull
the bolt leading to Karla's device. An electrical charge entering
the body through her nipples and vagina was more than she could
imagine. She had never felt anything like that. There was no way
to describe it. She had seen what it did to his cock and looking
down she could see her own nipples hard and distended.
     He heard the agony and terror in her scream as she quivered
and jerked at the end of her chains. It was horrible to see her
as the current knotted her muscles and at the same time sent her
into spasms of uncontrollable convulsions. Hearing her scream had
the magic effect of getting him back up on his toes. The pain was
tremendous as he stood gritting his teeth and waiting for her to
regain her senses. The cessation of the electrical current was a
heaven sent blessing and she somehow pushed up on her toes to
ease his torture. The next time it would be even stronger. Hardly
able to speak from the agony of it she finally turned her head.
"I can't take that again."
     "We don't have a choice."
     "How long before it kills us?" she whimpered.
     "No way to tell," he gasped. "A hundred ten usually don't
kill unless your standing in water or on a good ground. I imagine
its going to be when one of us passes out."  
     She groaned at hearing what he said. 
     "I'm so sorry, Karla. I wish I could have gotten to know you
better. I think it would have been so easy to fall in love with
you."
     "Not that it makes any difference anymore, but I think I
could say the same about you Jim. Jesus you were good."
     "If we ever get out of this, you can bet it will be again."
     "Jesus I'd love to have you one more time, she sighed."
     
     They stood on their toes in agony, each knowing it was only
a matter of minutes before the other weakened and the unrelenting
electricity poured into them once more. Jim racked his brain
trying to figure a way out and couldn't think straight. Out of
the corner of his eye he saw Karla slip down and felt the
absolute most hideous jolt once more. The charge felt a hundred
times worse. His body stiffened and he fought to stay up on his
toes. Throwing his head back he screamed at the ceiling as the
electricity course through him. He felt like his cock was going
to explode as the current raced through it. Then he felt the
sweet relief as she pushed back up on her toes. "Jesus," he
gasped.
     While his head was back though, he had gotten an idea.      
Menzmer had built the ultimate in torture devices. Only a warped
mind could devise such a frightfully treacherous and deadly
instrument. He'd made in nearly perfect but there was a flaw, his
device was designed in one direction. Weight caused it to
activate and he'd assumed anyone attached to the thing would
strain to stay on their tiptoes as long as they could. He hadn't
taken into consideration that someone might just climb the chain.
     If he could swing his body high enough to catch Karla's
chain, and if he could take the massive pain long enough, and if
he could climb up to the overhead beam they were attached to, he
just might be able to get them out of this yet. "Karla, I think
there's a way out. You're going to have to take another charge
for a minute, but if it works, we'll be out of here within a few
minutes."
     "All right, go ahead. I'll do the best I can." 

     Jim dropped onto his feet and heard Karla let out another
hideous sound as the juice hit her but he couldn't help it. He
quickly began swinging himself back and forth trying to build up
enough momentum to swing upward. At best, it was horrible
listening to her as he swung higher and higher. With one last
effort her threw his legs up and wrapped them around her chains.
The weight pulled her down and in so doing, broke the circuit and
sent the waves of electricity into his body. Jim had never felt
such pain as he fought to climb upward. There was nothing he
could do but climb as his lungs felt like they were bursting. In
a continuous blast of pure hell it chipped away at his strength.
The cuffs made it very difficult to gain much ground but upward
he went, foot by foot. His agony was driving him insane but all
he could think of was getting to the top. Once there it would be
over, if he could only last that long. 
     He didn't think he was going to make it, but then as he drew
nearer and nearer to the beam his confidence grew. Giving out one
last horrible scream and with no more strength in him, he made a
final grab for the pulley. Catching it with the tips of his
fingers he held on until one last superhuman effort got him on
top of the beam. It was over, now all he had to do was hook her
chain up so she could put weight on it. This done, he lay across
the beam panting, letting the pain subside before lowering
himself to the floor. He knew if there had been even ten more
seconds or a couple more feet he wouldn't have made it at all and
they would have died there. 
     It was a simple matter now to slide down the other side and
unplug the device from the wall socket. He just had to rest until
some of his strength returned. Then slowly, nearly falling a
couple times, he started down. Within a matter of a minute or two
he was at the bottom and wrenching the plug out of the socket.
Then, slumping to the floor, he sat and gasped for air,
completely exhausted for the moment.
     Breathing heavily, he lay on the floor and waited for some
strength to return. Karla stood under the beam, no longer
required to stay up on her tiptoes now, she waited patiently
until he recovered enough to get her down. It wasn't over yet.
There was still the matter of getting the cuffs off and they
couldn't very well walk around San Francisco dragging a hundred
pounds of chain while wrapped in sheets.
     Jim finally staggered to his feet and crossed over to where
she hung. "I didn't think I was going to make it there for a
while," he gasped.
     "Its a miracle," she cried. "God, you must have been in
excruciating pain?"
     "You can't imagine, young lady, you just can't imagine."

     They collapsed together on the floor, naked and exhausted.
Depleted after the horrible experience of the past few hours,
they were in too much pain to think about removing the handcuffs
and chains. For the next few minutes nothing was said. Jim
finally groaned and struggled to a sitting position. "Come on,
Sinclair, we can't lay around like this all day. You look like a
brazen hussy dressed like that."
     "How could you possibly come up with humor?" she asked in a
hoarse voice.
     "I hurt too much to be serious. We've got to get some
clothes on and get out of here. He just might be nuts enough to
come back and watch us kill each other."
     "Do you really think so?" 
     "Doubtful, he has all that coke to deal with. I have a
strong feeling he's on his way out of the city, maybe even the
country. Come on, if we can find our clothes we can get out of
these cuffs and chains."

     Devlin helped her stand up and together they managed to drag
the chains across the warehouse floor to where their clothes
still lay on the floor. Using his hidden handcuff key Jim had
them free and on their way out of the warehouse in minutes. "What
now?" she asked, as they headed toward the Embarcadero.






~Subject: Ladycop  Chapter 11
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 13 Oct 1995 03:03:58 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

  The next 4 chapters in the hunt for the serial killer. 

                                Chapter 11

     Devlin and Sinclair sat in front of the Lieutenant's desk.
They had just disclosed the reason Devlin had been able to find
her, the suitcase of cocaine. Somehow though they had failed to
mention the chains and the torture with the electrical outlet.
There were officers several doors away that could hear his deep,
booming voice as it reverberated through the hallways. It was
certainly no secret any longer that Sinclair had failed to book a
suitcase of coke into evidence, the whole squad knew it by now.
     Karla sort of slumped down in the chair as Walker's wrath
fell on her burning ears. Devlin felt a tremendous amount of
empathy for her but couldn't think of a thing to say in her
defense. Without a doubt she had been wrong in police procedure
when it came to evidence, on the other hand, if it hadn't been
for the cocaine Menzmer would probably have killed her like the
others and been on his way to God knows where.
     Walker never let up. "I hope you two have some sort of a
plan in mind for Christ's sake. Goddamn fortune in cocaine
floating around out there and a crazed killer still on the loose.
I'd sure as hell like to know how you plan on fixing this Goddamn
mess you've gotten us in to."
     Devlin glanced over at her as Walker finally grew quiet and
sank back into his chair. She had the faintest hint of a smile on
her face and Devlin wondered why. Karla shoved herself forward
and sat up in her chair. "He's going to be easy to find," she
said.
     "Just what in hell makes you think he's going to be so easy
to find now?" Walker ranted.
     "It's powdered sugar," she said in a low voice.
     "Huh?" Walker grunted. "What's powdered sugar?"
     "The stuff in the suitcase. The bastard is trying to sell a
suitcase full of powdered sugar."
     Walker turned slightly red in the face and began to sputter
and stutter. "Wha . . . how . . ., what are you talkin about,
Sinclair?"
     "I switched the coke for sugar, that's what I'm talking
about. If you'd have called the evidence room before you started
your tirade, they'd have told you I booked the coke in last
week."
     In his booming voice, Walker raised up in his chair. "Why in
the hell would you fill a suitcase with powdered sugar?"
     "Because I had a scam going down in the Northbeach area and
I was going to set up a dealer with it, that's why. When Menzmer
was getting ready to kill me I came up with the idea he might be
greedy enough to go for it."
     Devlin leaned back in his chair and stared at her for a
second. "Well I'll be damned. Well done, Karla, well done, but
why in the hell didn't you tell me."
     "You might have said something to make him suspicious. I
thought he'd just take the stuff and run, but obviously he's
nuttier than a fruitcake."
     "Well, anyway, great job. I'd like to be there when he tries
to sell it to someone."
     "While you two are congratulating each other, what makes you
think he's going to be so easy to find?"
     "Look at it this way, Lieutenant," she hissed. "Wouldn't you
think someone trying to peddle a suitcase full of sugar is going
to cause some talk among the street people?"
     Walker sputtered somemore and then agreed she might be
right. "You have any stoolies down there?" he asked.
     "Of course. Believe me, it's not going to be long before the
streets start to hum."
     "All right, you two. Get the hell outta my office. Devlin,
don't get any ideas about getting away from this one. I'm making
arrangements for Sinclair to stay with homicide until you get
this bastard."
     "Yessir, understood," Devlin chided.

     Out on the street finally, Devlin stopped and turned toward
her. "Why in hell didn't you tell him about the coke switch in
the first place?"
     "Because he's such an ass sometime. I knew he was going to
go off the deep end, sure enough, I was right."
     "I'm certainly glad you were right," Devlin said with humor
in his tone. "Now what kind of caper you have in mind. We just
going to wait at the bus stop for something to turn up?"
     "Not exactly. One of my stoolies tipped me off over an hour
ago that Menzmer had tried to sell the suitcase. He's out and
around and probably mad as hell at you."
     "Me? Why me?"
     "You're the one that gave him the sugar."
     "Jesus, I didn't know it wasn't the real thing."
     "Of course not but he don't know that. I have a strange
feeling you just might hear from our elusive Mister Menzmer
before too long."
     "Why do you say that?"
     "Just a hunch, that's all."



     A week went by and still nothing from the elusive Delford
Menzmer. It was late in the afternoon and Karla was sitting next
to Devlin's desk at the homicide bureau. They had just returned
from talking with one of Karla's informants and had learned
Menzmer had tried to palm off nearly a hundred pounds of sugar on
one of the underworld's biggest dealers over in Oakland. It seems
the dealer hadn't been amused when he found out the stuff wasn't
coke. In fact, there was word they'd given Menzmer quite a bad
time about the deal.
     They were just about to leave the office and get a bite to
eat when Devlin's phone rang. Picking it up he listened a second
and then motioned her to pick up the other phone. It was a call
from Seattle with information that Menzmer had been spotted by
another informant heading north toward Canada. 
     She looked at Jim after the call and then shrugged her
shoulders. "I didn't expect something like that," she said. "I
half way expected him to stay around the bay area and keep
playing his games. Better get Vancouver on the line and let em
know he's heading their direction."
     Finished for the day, Karla and Jim stopped into a local
cop's hangout for a couple drinks and bite to eat before going to
their respective apartments. "Sure you don't want company
tonight?" he asked her.
     "Not tonight. I'm still furious about that creep and what
he's going to do next. It just doesn't figure. He was a rich
pervert with his own estate and built in dungeon. He could have
remained that way for years if he hadn't turned to killing his
victims. Now he's just a sicko on the loose and going to continue
his nasty lifestyle of torture and murder and there's not a damn
thing we can do about it."
     "He's insane, Karla. Simple as that. We don't give up, just
put it on hold for a while. If I know my serial killers, he'll be
back. Somehow, someway, he'll be back. Now then, since I still
can't convince you to let me spend the night, I'm outta here.
I'll see you tomorrow. I imagine you'll be going back to the vice
squad about the first thing in the morning."
     "Probably, it was kind of fun though. Maybe I'll put in a
transfer request to homicide."
     "Do that, Sinclair. I'll vouch for ya."
     
     Karla lay back in the huge bathtub and let the hot water
soak the pain and stiffness out of her abused body. For a while
at least she felt safe. Menzmer might be completely crazy and
insane but he wasn't stupid. Leaving the country for a while was
probably the best move he could have made under the conditions. 
     She soaked until her skin began to pucker and then stepped
out of the tub and wrapped a large white towel around her body.
Rubbing her skin softly, she turned to see herself in a full
length mirror on the wall. Feeling a warm glow from the tub she
opened the towel to look at her body. The ugly black and blue
marks were nearly gone around her uptilted breasts. Damn, she
thought to herself as she gently caressed first one and then the
other.
     The feeling sent shivers down her spine for a few seconds
and then began to make her feel wickedly sexual. Her thoughts
again turned to the events of the past few weeks and suddenly she
felt the heat of passion flushing through her body. Visions of
their several ordeals together made her begin thinking again of
how she was changing. She began to wish she'd let him stay the
night with her. How she could have persuaded him to tie her to
the bed or something and then had his way with her. She heard
herself moaning slightly as her hand trailed down between her
legs, her fingers gently slipping up and down between her now wet
lips.
     The thoughts of the ropes and pain was making her slightly
crazy. She had felt sick at learning she was a closet S and M
freak. She was discovering her needs, her desire to find that
damn club up across the bridge again. The sexual pleasure was
lulling her into a euphoric state as she lay back on the giant
bed, her hand roving as if it had a will of its own. Damn, she
thought, I wish he were here.
     She suddenly stopped and sat up on the bed. Using her
willpower she removed her hand and closed the towel around her
body. On a whim she reached for the phone and dialed Jim's
number. It rang several times and she was just about to hang up
when she heard the click at the other end. "Hello."
     "Jim? Its me."
     "Karla? You all right?"
     "No! . . . Yes! . . . I don't know. I having aftermath
shakes again."
     "Want me to come back?"
     "No, I'm all right, really. I just wanted to talk."
     "Okay. I'm here."

     She didn't even know where to start. "I've been doing a lot
of thinking about the last days and weeks, the episode in
Sausalito, things like that."
     "So have I. Maybe we should get together and talk about it."
     "Perhaps you're right, but not tonight. I'm too worn out.
Its just, well, its just I'm starting to find out there were
parts of the past few weeks that I liked and it scares me."
     "Stay put. I'm on my way over there."
     "No, Jim, please. I'm not ready yet and I'm really worn out
tonight."
     "Not for that, silly. Just to talk. You really need it and
you need it right now, not tomorrow."
     Karla thought about it for a minute. "Okay, but just to
talk, you promise?"
     "I promise. See you in a little bit."

     It was nearly an hour before Karla opened the door to his
soft knock. She was dressed in her shabbiest old flannel
housecoat and floppy slippers. "Come on in, I just made a fresh
pot of coffee."
     "Best deal I've had all night," he retorted.
     Karla flopped down on the divan and pulled her legs beneath
her. Devlin sat his cup on the coffee table and made himself
comfortable in the chair to her front. "Okay, lets talk," he
chided.
     "When I was a little girl, I was sort of a tomboy. I played
with a bunch of boys all the time, we use to do a lot of cops and
robbers, cowboys and Indians, you know?
     "I know, so?"
     "So there were a lot of times when we'd get captured we'd be
all tied up with ropes and stuff. I didn't give it much though at
the time except I remember enjoying it. We had a lot of fun."
     "I think all kids do that, what was so special about all
this?"
     "Nothing really, until now. All of a sudden I'm starting to
realize there's something wrong with me. I think I'm sick or
perverted."
     "Why on earth would you think that?" he asked.
     She dipped her head and brought her hands up to her face.
For a second she didn't say a word. "Because I enjoyed what was
happening to me. Don't get me wrong. I detested that scumbag
Menzmer, he scared hell out of me. It was the other. You and me
when we went, well, you know."
     "Yeah, I know. What makes you think you're perverted?"
     "Oh, come now. Don't you think it rather strange for a grown
woman to get sexually turned on at the act of being bound and
gagged?"
     "No, not at all. I found out a long time ago. If it doesn't
hurt, causes no harm or violates the law, it's all right. Well,
being among a group of people and enjoying having done to you
what they did to you has to be all right, wouldn't you think?"
     She thought about that for a minute or two. "I guess you're
right, except for the kidnap and the rape. I was scared but it
was titillating."
     "Nothing in the law says you can't enjoy sexual games with
consenting adults. You really wasn't harmed and neither was
anyone else, so where does that leave you?"
     "It leaves me confused inside. I don't know what I want
anymore. I came in here and took a bath and all of a sudden I'm
trying to figure a way to get back to that group up across the
bridge."
     "Hmmmmm. I see. We've opened Pandora's Box and suddenly you
don't want to stop. You've discovered you like doing that sort of
thing, right?"
     "Yes, basically."
     Jim got out of his chair and walked to the kitchen for more
coffee. "Okay, Karla. Stop worrying about it. It turns out we
both like doing the same things. I've been associated with the
one group for quite a while. Of course, it looks like they
resented it. I guess the old saying is true, people don't like
cops getting something for nothing. Anyway, there has to be more
gatherings out there someplace, I'll make a few calls."
     "What then?" she asked.
     "Well, if I come up with something we try and get an invite.
Just two people wanting a little fun out of life. We don't even
mention what we do for a living. How about it?"
     The mere thought of it sent another shiver down her spine.
She couldn't resist his offer. "Okay, do it. Whatever it takes."


     
                    




~Subject: Ladycop  Chapter 12
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 13 Oct 1995 03:06:41 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


                                Chapter 12



     Delford Menzmer was like a crazy man as he picked himself up
from the filthy, mud and dung infested alley. His clothing, wet
and dripping, wreaked of slime and stink from the hoards of
street people wandering aimlessly in this area of the city.
Blood, his blood, continued to seep and discolor his shirt front.
He was sure his nose was broken and the taste of blood filled his
mouth. Several jagged teeth reminded him of how it had felt when
they shattered from the blows he had been forced to endure.
     He couldn't believe he had been stupid enough to try and
negotiate with an underworld gang boss without first making sure
his merchandise was authentic. He soon realized how the bitch and
her bastard boyfriend had set him up. How she had clung to a few
more hours of life with the cocaine story. How he had fallen for
the suitcase gag hook, line and sinker. 
     Now he wished he had stayed and watched them as they
electrocuted each other. How sweet and glorious it must have been
to watch two naked people go slowly insane with the electricity
bursting through their bodies. Even in his pain, he felt a flush
pass through his cock just thinking about it. 
     Making his way slowly out of the alley, he half walked and
half staggered onto the sidewalk. Ahead he could see the lights
of traffic on Broadway and decided to stay out of the mainstream
for the time being. Reaching back to his pocked he was suddenly
aware that he had no wallet. His other pockets were empty as well
and he began to try and figure a way to get to his brother's home
up in Marin.  
     Suddenly giggling like the madman he was, he began making
his way through the darkness toward the rear alley of the Moulin
Rouge. He needed a car and why not one of the ladies to provide
it for him. He would be heading north across the bridge to the
safety of his brother's home and have a little diversion while he
was doing it. Sort of having his cake and eating it too.
     The pain caused him to go slowly as he made his way closer
to the theater. He wondered if the police had found his two
playthings yet and giggled at the thought as he hobbled along.
What was it, two days or three, he couldn't remember. He wasn't
even sure what day it was now. He smirked and chuckled when he
remembered that he hadn't called in yet to tell them where to
located their missing friends. Too bad, he thought as he drew
near his favorite hunting grounds. 
     He didn't have long to wait before one of the girls exited
the rear entrance and began walking hurriedly down the short
alleyway, her high heels making a loud staccato of sound against
the cold concrete. She was going to walk right past him as he
crouched behind one of the city's dumpsters. Like a predator of
the night he moved quickly as she passed his location. One quick
arm around her throat and a warning that he would snap her neck
if she tried anything. "Quick now, bitch, your car. Take me to
your car."
     She struggled momentarily and then nodded her head as best
she could. "Just lead me to where you parked it," he grunted in
her ear. "Don't make any moves or try to warn anyone, just walk."
     She led him across the street to one of the many parking
lots and stopped next to a black and red Mustang. "Keys," he
demanded.
     Shaking and beginning to cry, she fumbled through her small
purse trying to find the keys. He grabbed it from her hands and
poured the contents out on the hood of the car. Spotting the key
ring, he picked it up and unlocked the passenger door. Then
without warning he administered a quick and brutal blow to the
base of her neck, knocking her to her knees like a fallen tree.
Working fast, he managed to get her under the arms and shove her
into the seat. A minute later he pulled the car out of the lot
and headed toward Van Ness as fast as he could without attracting
the attention of a local cop car.

     The girl was out cold, her head lolling back on the rear of
the seat. Her long blonde hair and skimpy attire set his blood to
heating up once again. She was of course very pretty as were all
the dancers along the strip. He wished he had the time and the
place to take care of her for a while. It felt like a lifetime
ago that he had satisfied himself with a woman. His beautiful
house with the well equipped dungeon was gone forever as was his
access to his money. The police would by now have everything he
owned tied up or under surveillance. His only hope was to get to
his brother's home north of Novatto, but he'd have to get rid of
the girl first.
     Just then he spotted the turn off to Fort Point coming up
and made a quick exit down the darkened roadway. Turning right at
the fork in the road leading down to the fort, he headed out
along the open ocean and the old gun emplacements. Plenty of
deserted spots out there to enjoy himself with the girl.
     Pulling into a clump of coastal brush and trees he shut off
the engine. The girl was making soft mewing sounds in her throat
and he knew she was coming to. He wasn't about to give her time
to struggle or fight him off. He quickly unfastened his still wet
and dirty pants and shoved them down over his knees. Reaching
across the seat he buried his fingers in the hair at the back of
her neck. Gripping tightly he pulled her head into his crotch and
shoved her down onto his rising cock.
     He felt a magnificent lift as she began to gag and struggle.
He relished the ghastly noises she emitted as his swelling shaft
filled her mouth and slid deeper, cutting off her supply of
oxygen. The answer to his problem suddenly made itself known. He
used his other hand to pinch her nostrils, making sure she
wouldn't be able to breathe. Terror struck her and she began to
buck and thrash like a crazed animal as he forced her down harder
onto his throbbing bludgeon. Her quivering body made him insane
with pleasure and brought the gristly tableau to a quick
culmination. His deluge of cum exploded into her throat
quickening the suffocation process. 
     After several long minutes he relaxed his grip on her now
still head and shoved her back against the far door. Her body was
like a rag doll as her head fell lifelessly to the side, his
semen still drooling down her chin to spatter onto the front of
her blouse. He began to giggle to himself again as he buttoned
his pants and opened the door to walk around the car. Opening the
right side door her body tumbled out and fell limply to the dark
ground. Pulling her far enough to avoid the wheels of the car he
slammed the door shut and returned to the driver's side.
     Minutes later he was once again back on 101 and heading
northbound across the Golden Gate. Thoughts of the golden haired
dancer quickly evaporated from his mind. Just another dead harlot
the world wouldn't have to deal with, he thought to himself.  

     The drive took nearly an hour before he reached the mansion.
The mansion he had been forced to grow up in with his brother,
Joseph. Joseph Menzmer was an older version of Delford. In the
looks department they had suffered dearly, but their inherited
wealth had made up for it. Menzmer Real Estate and Construction
had provided an amazing windfall for two young children when
their parents had died in a plane crash.
     Raised by a sexually perverted Aunt, the boys had grown to
know every cruel and sordid detail of underground sex and
seduction. Mistress Jane, as she demanded they call her, had used
them to satisfy her every whim. Their trust fund provided Jane a
comfortable life as she used them more like slaves than innocent
children. She molded their lives completely, turning Joseph into
a male version of herself. Delford however had a mean streak. On
the day he became an adult and inherited his share of the wealth,
he ridded the world of Aunt Jane.
     He still enjoyed letting his mind wander to the night she
died. Joseph was deep in the basement with one of her gatherings
as they called them. Delford had been ordered to satisfy her one
more time before reaching his 21st birthday. He knew she would
follow her usual ritual. Laughing in his face because he was
unable to satisfy her, she would use her massive plug in dildo
while he was forced to watch. This night she had no idea of how
he had altered the thing to short out and electrocute her. He
remembered vividly how she had tied him to her bed. How his cock
had nearly burst while he watched her insert it and switch it on. 
How her eyes had momentarily widened in terror and the scream she
emitted as the juice ripped into her.
     It had been nearly an hour before some of the guests had
wondered where Mistress Jane was and sent out a search party.
Joseph had found him in the ropes with Jane still on the floor,
the current continuously flowing through her long since still
body. The gathering had disbanded like a puff of smoke as the
guests fled the scene to avoid publicity. The investigation had
been short and simple, death due to a faulty electrical device.
Delford had come out smelling like a rose, Joseph never knew the
real truth. Del had moved out after that leaving the house in the
hands of his older brother. 

     After several bouts with the doorbell Joseph answered the
door. His mouth dropped at the sight of his younger brother
standing in filth and rags, dried blood covering several areas of
his clothing and face. "Are you crazy?" he stammered. "What's
gotten into you?"
     "Never mind, just let me in."
     Menzmer charged past him into the spacious foyer. "Anyone
else staying her right now?" he asked.
     "No of course not."
     "There is now. I need a place for a while."
     "You're going to get me involved in this mess. You've been
making headlines for the past several days you know."
     "Things got a little out of hand."
     "A little out of hand? That's putting it rather mildly. Your
sick, you're out of control, you can't just kill people." 
     "How many times do I have to tell you I'm not sick?"
     "Come on, Del. I suppose you want to tell me that was normal
behavior when we raped and strung that school girl up and you
wanted to kill her to keep her quiet?" he shouted.
     "Never mind that now. We got away with it, didn't we?"
     "Just because Mistress Jane bought off the girls parents and
the local constabulary."
     "Bullshit, it wasn't that way. Besides this is different. I
didn't hurt any little girls this time."
     "Who did you hurt?"
     "It wasn't my fault I tell you. They forced me into it."
     "Who? Who forced you into it?"
     "Those two cops, Sinclair and Devlin."
     "The ones in the paper? 
     "They found the bodies, huh?"
     "I don't know what you're talking about. There's no bodies,
who you talking about?"
     "Those two cops, they were dead."
     Joseph looked at him with an odd look of disbelief. "Dead,
they're not dead, they're the ones looking for you."
     "Not dead? How . . . how do you know."
     "Its been in the papers. Two San Francisco cops are working
several serial murder cases and you're their prime suspect.
You've been playing games with the girls haven't you? You always
did go heavy on girls."
     "Not girls, harlots and sickos around Northbeach."
     "What about the ballet dancer, she was in the paper too."
     "That was different. She wouldn't answer my notes or take my
calls. I didn't mean to hurt her."
     "You mean you didn't mean to kill her."
     "Get off my back. I'm going upstairs and clean up. I've had
a bad night."
     "You've carried it too far this time. It was just harmless
fun. Why didn't you pattern your life to go along with Jane and
me?"
     "I did, I even had my own dungeon. I didn't have to have a
community get together like you."
     "No, not my way, Del. My get togethers cause no killing, we
do it for the fun and excitement. You're doing it for the pain
and blood."
     
     Joseph Menzmer stood at the foot of the spiral staircase and
watched his brother limp up the steps. He had to figure a way to
get him out of here, and quick. What if his followers found out
his baby brother was back and wanted for murder, and what if Del
found out the two cops chasing him had been guests at the
gathering? He didn't know, he just knew he had to get Delford out
of his life before the law caught up with him here and learned
about his clandestine sex and perversion club.





~Subject: Ladycop  Chapter 13
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 13 Oct 1995 03:08:56 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                Chapter 13



     It seemed Menzmer had dropped off the face of the earth.
There hadn't been a whisper since the informants tip about him
trying to sell the Karpella gang a suitcase of sugar. They knew
he had been quite severely beaten and dumped someplace, but
where, nobody knew. 
     There was nothing more they could do until someone spotted
him or until he made a mistake and got himself caught. Devlin in
the meantime tried quietly to find a safe group he and Karla
could attend with comparable safety. He found himself running
into solid walls every time he made mention of sex and bondage
clubs in the bay area. No one seemed to want to talk about even
having knowledge of such a thing. He knew the one in Marin, but
he didn't want to subject Karla to their kind of weird ideas.
Running out of possibilities however, he called the secret number
he'd always used in the past. Sure enough, the same voice
answered. After explaining that he wanted to set up another
appearance for the two of them, he was told to wait until he was
contacted by phone.                   
     The call came several hours later, it was from Joseph
himself. "Mister Devlin, I'm surprised. I didn't think we'd hear
from you again. What is it you want?"
     "The girl and I would like another to attend another meeting
of the group. Can you help us?"
     "Is there an ulterior motive?" Joseph asked.
     "No, of course not. Look, we enjoyed the last time and its
like an addiction. Can't you understand that?"
     "Yes, I'm afraid I can. Very well then. We'll be having our
monthly get together in just a couple days on the full moon. I'll
call you."
     
     Devlin finished the conversation but didn't feel like
calling Karla to tell her the news. Instead he decided to wait
until evening and tell her in person. Night had fallen across the
city when he finally took a chance and knocked at her door. They
hadn't talked in a couple of days and he wasn't sure she would
even be at home. He exhaled slowly when she opened the door
dressed in her old housecoat. He hadn't even realized he was
holding his breath. "Sorry to barge in," he stammered
momentarily. "I took a chance you might be here."
     "It's okay. Come in, I'll make some coffee."
     Devlin entered the apartment and closed the door as she
headed into the kitchen. "Any news yet on our sick friend?"
     "Nope, nothing. He's gone into hiding but good. I did have a
call from our other friend, Joseph, though."
     "Really? What'd you find out?"
     "Couple days. There'll be a full moon and they're having
another meeting. Some of these groups are funny that way."
     She felt her heart leap. She tried to hide how much it sent
her blood coursing through her veins but wasn't sure how well she
pulled it off. She had been going through hell mentally, knowing
it was abnormal to feel this way but still wanting to do it
again. "Jim, are we doing the right thing? What if they pull
another stunt like the last time?"
     "I don't know, Karla, I just don't know. I suppose there's
always a chance, but you can be sure I'll take all precaution
this time."
     "All right. I can't wait, let's do it. " she said
breathlessly.
     "To tell you the truth, I feel the same way. I wasn't sure
after the experience in the warehouse whether I was going to be
all right but I think everything is okay now."
     "Meaning what? You never said anything was worrying you."
     "Yeah, I know. Its a little embarrassing to talk about. I
had some ruptured veins that turned me black and blue. Worst of
all I haven't had an erection for several days. It started
feeling better yesterday and I think I'm going to be okay now."
     Karla turned her back and smiled so that he couldn't see
her. "Why don't you come over here and finish this coffee. I've
got something I need to do."
     As Karla left the kitchen, Jim plugged in the pot and sat
down at the kitchen table. Almost half an hour went by while he
consumed two cups of her coffee and he began to wonder what in
hell she was doing. A noise at the doorway made him turn and look
toward her bedroom. His heart thumped in his chest and he felt
his throat constrict at what he saw. She was leaning against the
door jamb with a smile on her sensuous lips. Gone was the
housecoat and nearly everything else. She looked at him with a
gleam in her eye as he drank in her beauty. Fresh makeup made her
look radiant. All she was wearing now were tiny string bikini
panties and black high heels. "You sure you want to drink more
coffee?" she said in a laughing voice.
     "You wanna tell me what you're up to, Sinclair?" he chided.
     "I rather sort of thought you might be able to figure it out
for yourself, Devlin."
     She glided across the kitchen floor and sank easily into his
lap. "I told you the other night I'd love to have you one more
time. Well, it looks like I'm going to have to make good on my
offer."
     "Karla . . . you . . . you don't have to do . . .
     "Oh, shut up, Devlin.
     She bent her head slightly and covered his mouth with her
soft, wet lips. He felt her tongue as it touched the inside of
his mouth and it was like stars exploding in his head. He felt
his cock suddenly respond within the tight confines of his
slacks. Her free hand dropped to his lap and rubbed the hardening
mass. Pulling back slowly she inhaled a lung full of air. "It
seems to be working quite well now."
     He stood with her still in his lap. Holding her across his
arms he waltzed her into the bedroom and dropped her gently onto
the spread. Nearly tearing his clothes off he was sure he heard a
button or two dance across the floor before he fell next to her
on the soft mattress.
     From there they began acting more like hungry animals than
human beings. He took her in his arms and covered her mouth once
again with his. Their tongues fought a battle all their own as
they tore at each other in a delicious fury. She started biting
his tongue, sharp even teeth worrying and nipping at it. Pulling
back he lowered his mouth to her breasts and worked his tongue
around one of her hardened nipples. It tasted like solidified
honey, sweet and intoxicating. He sucked with long, growingly
ecstatic bliss on her precious protuberance. Lowering his hand to
the topmost area of her slit he peeled the thick lips open to
feel the hard prominence of her clit amid the copious flow of 
sweet nectar. A shudder passed through her body as his fingers
slowly toyed with the puffy red opening of her sex wound. 
     His prick jerked violently as her hand closed tightly around
the shaft. She caught a quick glimpse of his rigid length, the
crested crown jutting from the rock-hard shaft, red-veined and
angrily stiff. The blackness of the bruises didn't bother her as
she felt her dripping pussy pulsate for a taste of it. Unable to
control herself any longer she twisted her body up and over him.
With superhuman effort she urged her body downward, forcing his
prick to penetrate her with one steady, upward surging thrust.
She didn't stop pushing her loins onto his cock until she could
feel its entire length firmly embedded within her smoldering
tunnel. Then she began twisting her hips in a circular, grinding
action to make every centimeter of her pussy feel the hard weapon
buried within.
     She held his prick in an iron grip between her legs. Like a
madwoman she was not to be denied. Her body churned violently up
and down like a runaway well driller until she suddenly threw her
head backwards and reached the summit of her lust. He felt his
prick swamped with a long, hot flow of her precious love juices
as they pumped and gushed out of her pussy in wild abandon. The
screams emitting from her lungs tore at his eardrums as she hit
her pinnacle. Gritting his teeth as hard as he could, he fought
to stop his climax as it threatened to burst forth from within
his pulsing shaft. Not yet, he thought, not yet.
     He had to nearly fight her before he could roll her over
onto her back. Now gaining the topmost position he felt her cunt
walls clamped stickily around his cock, making slurpy sounds as
he continued thrusting into her. She hurled her pelvis at him as
he rammed his aching cock home into her luscious cunt again and
again. He was utterly unstoppable now as he felt the first pulse
building within his balls. Moving quickly he slipped his hands
under her buttocks and pushed her legs up over his shoulders. His
cock was buried in her so far he could feel the membrane
separating her vagina and stomach wall.
     His prick was like a piston as he hammered into her
mercilessly and he screamed unendingly as the first burning jet
blasted the length of his shaft and exploded within her gyrating
pussy. He lost track of the spasms as they racked his body.
Together they lunged and fought each other until from sheer
exhaustion they had to roll to the side and stop the mad, crazy
bout. Panting and exhausted, he withdrew his still hard cock and
collapsed beside her on the spread.
     Long minutes passed before they had the strength to move.
She slowly sat up next to him. "I had no idea," she stammered.
     "No idea about what?" he asked.
     "No idea that it would be like that. It was mind blowing."
     "That may be the understatement of the day. You're one
fantastic lay, Karla Sinclair. Damn I'm glad I found you."
     "I'm glad you found me, too. It was wonderful to know your
equipment is working all right again."
     "So am I, my girl, so am I.
     
     They lay back on her bed, both flushed in the afterglow of
wild and fantastic lovemaking. Devlin gently ran his finger
around her nipple and aureole, watching her delicate bud harden
once again as they found solace in each others arms. The silence
was painfully shattered as her phone clattered to life next to
the bed. "Yes," she answered.
     She listened for a minute while Devlin continued running his
hands over her naked, hot flesh. He heard her say she thought so
and would be on her way. She hung the phone back on the cradle as
she turned back to him. "Menzmer struck again. Young dancer out
near the park. Guess we better get dressed and take a run out
there."
     "Damn, he even screws up my personal life. All right, let's
get up and out of here. Duty calls."
     








     
     




~Subject: Ladycop  Chapter 14
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 13 Oct 1995 03:11:47 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                Chapter 14



     The papers and television were busy with the latest murder
victim by the serial killer, another dancer found near Fort Point
in San Francisco. Joseph Menzmer was also busy as he sat at his
ornate desk thinking about how he could rid himself of his killer
brother without causing a major or murderous confrontation with
him. He thought back to his conversation with Devlin and the
fool's wishes to return for more abuse. He could understand their
desire for the wonders of sexual pleasures and under normal
circumstances he'd welcome their passion for continuing and
becoming a part of the group. However, he had some deep and wary
concern about their wish to come back after what had happened to
them the last. 
     Without a doubt he and his followers could probably be
charged with several crimes including kidnap, rape, assault,
battery, maybe more. He had the feeling this might be a setup.
After all, they were cops even if they were a bit kinky. What
better evidence than to come back under the guise of taking part
and all the while being on the inside during a police raid. He
made a decision and rose from his chair.
     His brother was in the rear of the house watching the news
and having a drink. "Delford, I have a proposition," he stated
warily. I want you to get out of here before you do anything else
that can have a chance to go wrong . . ."
     Delford Menzmer didn't give him a chance to finish the
sentence. "Hold it, my dear older brother. I'm not going anywhere 
until I figure a way to get my hands on some money, find a safe
place to hole up for a while, and get those two bastard cops. Why
don't you just relax, nothing is going to go wrong. I didn't plan
on staying here forever anyway."
     "I can help you if you'll listen."
     "Okay, I'm listening."
     "First, give me power of attorney to your accounts. Then I
can advance you all the money you need to get out of the
country."
     Menzmer looked at his brother with a flash of hate. "You
bastard, so that's it? You get everything I have for a few
paultry bucks and I'm out of the picture forever, is that it?"
     "No, of course not, Del, are you crazy. What other choice is
there? Besides, I can give you something else you really want."
     "I can hardly wait."
     "I can give you Devlin and his girlfriend."
     Menzmer froze in mid air and looked closely at his brother
again. "What do you mean, you can give me Devlin and his
girlfriend?"
     "Just what I said. I'll hand them over to you if you promise
to get out and not come back."
     "You can do that?"
     "Trust me. I can do it."
     "All right, you've got yourself a deal. I'll need clothes,
all the cash you can lay your hands on, and two cops. You do that
and I'll clear out of here like you've got the plague. Now, how
you gonna do it?"
     "Leave that to me. I need a few days to lay my hands on the
money. I'll give you your two detectives Wednesday night."
     "I'll hold you to that. Do we still hold the rights to that
old abandoned ship yard?"
     "Yeah, we still own it. I think that old ship is still on
the skids. Its a wonder it hasn't broken loose and slid into the
bay. I imagine the salt is beginning to eat it away by now."
     "Don't worry about it. I think I have a use for the old
rustbucket."

     Not many miles away, Devlin and Sinclair were still busy
doing the reports and follow up on Menzmer's latest kill. The
girls body hadn't been mutilated like the others. No whips or
ropes, not even rape as far as they could tell. The coroner took
the body and told them they'd have to wait for a cause of death.
Karla was downtown doing reports while Devlin was interviewing
all the people at Moulin Rough trying to find someone that may
have seen the girl leaving. They were convinced she was killed by
Menzmer, this was just doing the follow up to make sure. 
     They worked through the night and early next morning found
them back at headquarters together. It was still early when
Devlin received the phone call from Joseph. "Tomorrow afternoon,
Mister Devlin. You and the woman go to the Bay Side Motel in
Marin City, room thirteen. The room is already reserved. Be there
before three and wait."
     "Is that all, just wait?"
     "Just wait," he said and the phone went dead.      

     
     Devlin accompanied Karla back to her apartment just after
lunch hour. She was nearly exhausted from the long hours of work
and had vented a little hatred for the man that would kill
someone that way. He did tell her of the upcoming party across
the bay and wanted to make sure she still wanted it. 
     Karla had laughed softly just before she opened the car
door."Look, Mister Devlin, let's lay it out in the open once and
for all. What happened was unfortunate but it happened. I may
never have learned what was boiling inside of me if you hadn't
sent me undercover to that dance joint. Never the less, things
took place and I found out it was something I needed, something
I'd been searching for. Simply put, yes, I want to go again. You
should know that by now. After all, I didn't hide it the first
time we went out, now did I?"
     "No, you didn't. All right then, Wednesday it is.

     Time seemed to fly after that. Wednesday was upon them
before they knew it and at quarter to three, the two of them
waited in the shabby motel room. "Nervous?" he asked.
     "No . . . yes, maybe more . . . ashamed than anything else."
     "Why?"
     "We've got to be nuts. There must be a better way for two
grown people to seek out entertainment like this without waiting
in a shoddy motel for a ride to a sex orgy."
     "Your call, Karla. If you want to change your mind I think
we better move fast."
     The knock on the door was loud and to the point. As Devlin
turned the knob he was pushed backward by the rush of four people
moving quickly into the room. Karla screamed softly for a second
and then gathered her wits about her. One of them, a girl, turned
to Devlin. "You Devlin?"
     "That's right."
     "Very well then. Remove your clothing, both of you."
     "Wait a minute," Devlin growled. "Give us one good reason."
     The girl lashed out with her hand and caught Devlin full
across the cheek with a loud splat. "You asked, remember. We
didn't approach you, you came to us. You want to play in our
party then you play our way. Understood?"
     Karla began loosening her clothes. "Jim, do as they say.
She's right, we asked."
     "Good girl," the woman said. "You're learning fast."
     Once they were naked, their hands were cuffed behind their
backs and they were covered with large laundry type bags. Unable
to see, they were guided out of the apartment and shoved into the
rear seat of a waiting car. The ride seemed to last a long time
and Jim tried to get an idea of where they might be heading, but
it was impossible. 
     They finally stopped and several more hands pulled them from
the vehicle. They couldn't tell what was taking place until they
were picked up bodily one at a time and thrown into the trunk of
a car. Hearing the lid slam Karla called out softly. "Jim, what's
happening?"
     "I haven't the foggiest idea. They transferred us to the
trunk of a car."
     The vehicle began to move and bounce. They could tell it was
moving at high speed from the way Karla was bounced and squeezed
against Jim's body. It lasted for nearly half an hour before the
car slid to a stop. Jim could hear a mournful foghorn well off in
the distance. 
     Devlin heard the trunk open and Karla cry out as her body
was pulled away from him and out of the car. The lid slammed down
leaving him alone and in the darkness. His thoughts were very
mixed and he suddenly knew he shouldn't have gotten mixed up with
Joseph or his following again. He should have known better than
to trust someone who'd double crossed him before. It felt damp
and cold as he lay in the trunk. He could smell salt air and hear
the sound of water. He figured they were close to the bay or
ocean.
     The lid was opened again and he was pulled up and out onto
the ground. Looking down at the bottom of the sack he could see
the sand and shore grasses proving his theory he was near the
coast. Pulled along he was led for some distance until they
entered a cold, dank and smelly enclosure that echoed like a
giant steel drum. He stumbled several times on heavy junk and
debris. 
     He couldn't see anything with the black bag over his head
but was suddenly pushed and tied tightly to some sort of upright
beam. It was freezing cold and made of steel by the feel of it
through the cloth. Then he heard someone moving about the
enclosure and heard something sliding across a floor, like a
wooden workbench or other wooden structure.
     His heart jumped to his throat when he heard a heavy metal
door open and close and then Karla crying out his name as if she
were in pain.
     Cold sweat broke out on his body at the next sound he heard.
A horror of horrors washed over him as he recognized Menzmer's
voice laughing in his high, nearly squeaky voice. "Don't worry
about him, sweetness, worry about what's about to happen to you."
     "You murderous scum? How long you think you can carry this
on?" she cried.
     "Oh, not much longer. You won't be making anymore miracle
escapes this time. You can bet on that."
     Devlin heard her cry out and from the sounds in the room
could only guess that she was being pulled or dragged across the
floor. He screamed out himself calling her name. Menzmer was
doing something to her and he trembled with rage that he couldn't
help her.
     Karla made a strangled noise in her throat and began to
scream out. "No! Oh, God, don't do this to me."

     Devlin heard the ghastly sound of something hitting soft
flesh and heard her scream again. Time seemed to stand still as
he listened to the noises and tried to figure out what was
happening. Finally, he heard Menzmer once again. "There, now I
have to fix it so your lover can watch."
     "No!" she screamed, "no, no."
     The dim light hurt his eyes for a second as the black bag
was cut and ripped away from his head. His eyes slowly adjusted
to the light. They were in an old rusty shipwreck, probably in
one of the old boatworks along the northern peninsula. He saw
Karla then, face down on an old wooden table. Her arms hung down 
and were tied tightly with heavy nylon rope to the table legs.
Her legs and ankles were tied similarly to the other legs leaving
her beautifully molded ass open and spread wide. 
     Menzmer danced around her like an ugly gnome, his hands
trailing along her nude skin. "Now then, shall we get down to
business?" he chortled like a madman. "I'm going to let you watch
me fuck her in the ass, Devlin. How would that make you feel
right now?"
     "You dirty bastard. Just pray I don't get loose because your
a dead man if I do."
     "Oh, I don't think so. We're going to play for a while then
I'm going to kill you both. Only this time, I'm going to do it
first hand so there's no mistake.

     Menzmer produced a tube of jelly and began rubbing it into
Karla's cheeks. Once he was satisfied he stripped off his pants
and squeezed several dollops onto his cock. Then he quite simply
walked up behind her as Devlin bellowed at him like an enraged
bull. 
     Menzmer took his now bludgeoning cock in hand and worked it
between her cheeks. Karla let out hideous, blood curdling screams
as Devlin closed his eyes refusing to watch. On and on until she
was hoarse but it did little good. Menzmer was enjoying himself
so much he was beyond hearing or caring. Devlin struggled within
his bonds like a madman but could not loosen the knots. For what
seemed like an eternity Menzmer pounded away in her until he
began convulsing in the throes of climax. As he finally withdrew
his cock, Devlin was horrified to see the blood. It covered his
pubic area and ran freely down the back of Karla's legs. "Just
like popping a cherry," Menzmer cried in delight, "just like
popping her cherry. He looked directly at Devlin while he waved
his still hard shaft, "Now its your turn to do her while I
watch."
     Devlin couldn't believe what he heard. "You've got to be out
of your fucking mind," he gasped.
     "I'm going to turn you loose, detective. Then I'm going to
hold a straight razor next to her throat and if you don't fuck
her in the ass, I'll simply slit it. How's that grab ya you
miserable fuck??
     Devlin was powerless, he had no choice, but neither did he
have a hard cock. Menzmer released him from the ropes and cuffed
his hands behind his back. Then like a perverted psychopath he
produced a tight metal cock ring and slid it onto Devlin's shaft.
Once he had it seated he stepped back. "You'll get hard when the
little lady sucks on it for a minute."
     Devlin's cock hung limply between his legs as Menzmer put
the blade of the razor close to her throat. "All right, big man,
let's see a little action. Stick it in her mouth, she'll know
what to do, won't you, bitch?"
     "Devlin moved close to her but without hands couldn't raise
it near her mouth. Karla strained her neck toward him. "Lift it
to me," she gasped.
     Raising his hips toward her she somehow managed to get her
mouth on it and began sucking on it slowly. The suction brought
him to a state erection within seconds and the metal band 
encircling it forced it to grow beyond all proportion. Menzmer
pulled him backward from her and shoved him to her rear. "Don't
waste any more time, do it now."
     He had no choice. He could see the blade of the razor
touching her throat. His now bludgeoning cock stood straight away
and he was able to guide it to the entrance of her bleeding
rectum. Gritting his teeth he slowly shoved forward. He was so
gigantic there was no way he could fit in a hole the size of a
dime. He pushed against her several times with no result. Menzmer
watched for a couple seconds and then walked behind him. Placing
his right palm against Devlin's buttocks, he held the distended
prick against her rectum and shoved with one gigantic push. A
horrendous scream exploded from their throats.
     The tight ring had made his cock harder than he'd ever
experienced before. It had turned a nasty purplish color with
veins distended along the length of it. The pain of being forced
that way into her tiny canal was excruciating. "Fuck her good,
detective. I want to hear her scream more just like that."  
     Like a mechanical man now, Devlin went through the motions.
Each thrust into her was a throbbing, burning blast of pure fire
along the length of his shaft. Tears flowed down his cheeks from
the pain and he was no longer sure how much of the blood was his.
He was able to perform for only a few more thrusts before his
knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor.
     Menzmer hopped and danced around them spitting and
sputtering words of humiliation. "Two great cops you turned out
to be. Nothing more than a couple whackos just as sick as those
filthy harlots on the street, how's that make you feel you sick
bastards? You wouldn't even be here if you hadn't wanted to go to
to another bondage party. Well, assholes, I hope you enjoyed."

     Devlin lay in a near stupor hearing Menzmer's words and
knowing the indignity of the truth. The warped puke was right and
Devlin had to live with it, which might not be to much longer
unless he could come up with a near miracle soon. In his fogged
mind he knew their chances were next to none. Karla was tied nude
and bleeding across a wooden table and he was in much the same
condition on the floor. The pain between his legs was now a
throbbing unbearable nightmare, coming in waves with each beat of
his heart.
     Far off in the recess of his mind he could hear her still
screaming. Louder it grew until he cracked one eyelid. Menzmer
was standing next to Karla flailing her naked buttocks with a
short riding crop. Each swish of the leather brought an
involuntary tightening of her muscles and a scream of pure
terror. Devlin could see her hands as they clenched tight with
each blow and he felt the urge to sob at the sight of her.

     As he lay on the freezing cold deck he formulated a wishful
plan to get to his feet while Menzmer was occupied with Karla.
Maybe he could catch him off guard and use his still free legs on
him. Anything but lay here and watch her being slowly whipped to
death. Gritting his teeth he began to sit up when by chance he
looked to the far end of the cabin, to the bulkhead hatchway. He
didn't believe his eyes and had to blink several times. Coming
down the passageway toward them were two figures, both wearing
some sort of uniforms. As the figures drew close enough to see
them he heard one of them call out. "Hold it right there, what in
hell do you thing you're doing?"
     Jim recognized them as sheriff deputies as they rushed into
the chamber. He also saw Menzmer as he fled out the other
hatchway. "Get him!" he managed to scream out.
     "Jesus Christ!" he heard one of the deputies grunt. "What a
dog and pony show this looks like."
     "Never mind what it looks like, deputy, get me loose and get
after that maniac you just saw run out the back."
     "Calm down, Buddy, just calm down. We'll get you loose. Your
girl friend there looks like she needs medical attention."
     "We probably both do. Just get us loose, we've got to catch
him before he gets completely away."
     "Okay, okay, hang on. What's your name, Buddy?"
     "It's sure as hell not, Buddy. James Devlin, San Francisco
PD. That's officer Sinclair on the table."
     "Oh, Christ! Okay, okay. We've got an ambulance on the way.
Where in hell are your clothes?" the deputy said as he uncuffed
Devlin.
     Devlin clawed at the ring on his cock and managed to get it
off before he rushed to Karla's side. "Bay Side Motel in Marin
City," Devlin said. " Hand me that sack over there."
     Devlin untied her hands and legs and placed the sack over
her nudity. Finding the other one he made himself a makeshift
wrap and tied it around his midsection.
     Karla moaned as she sat up on the table and pulled the sack
over her head. "How you feel?" Devlin consoled her.
     "Don't ask, just let me sit here."

     They jumped at a sudden noise and then the other deputy came
back in from the rear. "No sign of the other guy. I think he's
still on the boat though, I never saw or heard anyone jump off or
get by me."
     Devlin heard more noises and voices as other deputies began
arriving. Two medics wearing white coats came in carrying a
stretcher. They tended to Karla first before loading her on the
stretcher and carrying her out to the waiting ambulance. One of
the deputies handed Devlin a jacket so it would be easier for him
to walk out with her. Menzmer would have to wait just a little
bit longer he was afraid.

         







~Subject: Ladycop  Chapter 15  (Final Chapter)
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 10 Jan 1996 07:26:02 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                Chapter 15

     The ride to the hospital had been made with considerable
embarrassment and humiliation. It had been difficult to make a
plausible story for the reports but Devlin felt he had pulled it
off. The cover story that they had been set up by a stoolie and
taken by surprise seemed to satisfy the on scene detective as he
scribbled in his notebook. Devlin neglected the gory details of
what had taken place prior to their rescue.
     Their clothing had been found in the stolen Mustang near the
scene of the incident and at least they had something to wear on
the ride back to San Francisco courtesy of the Marin County
Sheriff. Once they arrived back at police headquarters, Karla had
quickly locked herself in with the Lieutenant for nearly an hour
and then disappeared like a ghost in the night. Devlin didn't see
or hear from her for several days and then began to get worried.
She didn't answer his calls or his knocks at her door. The
Lieutenant wasn't talking and there was nothing Devlin could say
to get him to change his mind.
     It was several days later he finished putting the package
together and submitted it through channels on Delford Menzmer.
Now all they could hope for would be a hit on their nation wide
bulletin. He was just getting ready to leave when he looked up
and saw Karla crossing the squad room coming in his direction.
Rising quickly from his desk he stepped around and met her in the
center of the room. "Where in hell have you been?" he asked in a
voice of relief. "I've been going nuts trying to find you."
     "I had to get away for a while. I took a leave of absence
and went to visit my folks."
     "You could at least have let me know."
     "I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to talk about it,
especially with you."
     "Me? Why me?"
     "Never mind. You probably wouldn't understand. Anything more
on Menzmer?"
     "No. He's disappeared like a puff of smoke. I've got
bulletins out all over the country."
     "He'll show up," she grunted. "When he does, I'll be ready."
     "Karla, what do you mean by that?"
     "Just what it sounded like. "I'll take care of Delford
Menzmer and its not going to be by using his constitutional
rights or any other crap. No more getting caught by surprise. One
way or the other, he has to be taken care of."
     "I agree, honey, but not your way. That's not the way a good
cop operates."
     "What makes you think I'm a good cop? I tried the good cop
way and look what it got me. My insides are so badly torn apart I
may never have sex again. I can't even pee without discharging
blood. You tell me, Devlin, what would you do?"
     "Oh, God, Karla. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I got you
into this."
     "You didn't hold a gun to my head. I've just had enough of
it. No more, Devlin, no more."
     "We need to talk, Karla. You're changed and I'm not sure I
like what I'm hearing."
     "Then I guess we don't have anything more to say to each
other do we, Devlin?

     Karla spun on her heel and glided across the room into the
Lieutenant's office. Devlin sat with his mouth open not knowing
what to think or do. Ten minutes later he saw Karla exit the
office and hurry out the squad room door. As he tried to catch
her the lieutenant headed him off at the door. "Devlin, wait.
Come in here and close the door."
     Devlin hesitated a second and then followed him into his
office. "Sit down, Devlin. You can quit worrying about Sinclair
if that's what you've been doing. She turned in her gun and
badge. She's outta here, kaput, resigned, done."
     "She quit? How in the hell could you let her do that?"
     "It was her idea. I tried to talk her out of it. She said
she'd had it with this shit and you'd know why she was doing it."
     "Jesus!" Devlin gasped. "She's going after him alone for
Christ's sake."
     "Who? Menzmer? Whatta you talking about, Devlin? She'd have
to be crazy. How's she going to find one individual who could be
anyplace in the country?"
     "Goddamn it, Lieut. She just told me before she came in
here. One way or the other she said."
     "Oh shit! Are you sure?"
     "No other way. We've got to do something or she's going to
get herself killed."
     "Get outta here, Devlin. Go after her. Anything, but don't
let her get hurt for one puss bag like that."

     Devlin found himself propped up in the corner of his
favorite cop hangout just before midnight. He'd been pounding
pavement for hours trying to find Karla. No one had seen her and
this was his last resort. If he was lucky, she just might drop in
here.
     He was just tilting his glass back when he glanced upward to
see her beautiful face looking down at him from the television
set located above the bar. Choking and sputtering he called the
bartender down to his end of the bar. "Joe, turn that up. What in
hell is she doing up there?"
     "Who? Oh, Karla. She's been on there all evening. Every news
blurb. She's suppose to be your partner, don't you know anything
about it?"
     "Just turn it up, Damnit."
     Too late, whatever she was saying was over for the moment.
Paying his bill, Devlin rushed out the door and headed downtown
to the television station. He had to find out what in hell she
was trying to do.

     It was nearly an hour later that Devlin sat in a private
screening room watching the full text of Karla's press interview.
She had somehow convinced the network to tape a news blurb about
the serial killer on the loose in this country and as it unfolded
before him, he grasped exactly what she was doing. She named him
publicly and never missed a chance to tell the world what a sick,
impotent, low life creep he really was. By the time she finished,
and if Menzmer had seen the interview, he would be going nearly
insane with his desire for revenge on someone who would publicly
deface him like that. She had attacked his manhood and he was
afraid she had gone too far.
     Devlin knew in an instant she was setting herself up as a
target for the perverted scumbag. He was going to come after her
and Devlin knew he better be close when he did. Devlin thanked
the station manager for the help and hurried out into the night.
     He didn't have a clue as to where to go from here. She would
probably go home and wait for Menzmer if her scheme was what he
thought it was. Driving as fast as he could he headed back toward
her apartment. He didn't know why, he'd already been there a
couple of times. Then the cold chill hit him between the shoulder
blades and he screeched to a stop. What if she wasn't home
because he was too late? What if Menzmer had seen the newscast
and made his move right away? Where would he take her if he did?
     Devlin thought a minute and then slammed his foot down on
the accelerator. The damn warehouse. Why hadn't he thought of it
before? Why not? Who would think he'd return to the scene of one
of his nearly completed crimes? Like a madman, Devlin sped
through the city hoping he was wrong but not wanting to take any
chances.
     Fifteen minutes later he roared down the back street and
slid to a halt half a block from the warehouse. This time he
wasn't going to get taken in like before. Walking cautiously
through the shadows, he made his way to the infamous dark
building. He gritted his teeth as he opened the door and slipped
inside. Somehow he wasn't surprised to see a dim glow at the far
end where they had been nearly electrocuted once before.
     With gun in hand he slowly made his way along the wall. As
he grew nearer he could hear the telltale mewing sound of a
female in pain and knew he had hit the jackpot. Somehow, Menzmer
had once again been able to take her by surprise and he had her
now, just as sure as God made little green apples.
     As Devlin made his way to the doorway of the cubicle, he
felt his hatred grow as he heard Karla's groans of pain and
terror. Cautiously he reached a place where he could see into the
makeshift torture room. He felt anguish at first and then a rush
of thankfulness. She was there but so was Menzmer. He had caught
him completely off guard.
     Menzmer was so busy with Karla he had grown careless. It was
going to be his downfall. Her clothing had been removed of course
and he had secured her to one of the upright support beams of the
ceiling. Her wrists were tied above her head and Menzmer was busy
working on her lower extremities. She let out one hideous scream
before her head flopped down onto her bare chest. Devlin had used
her scream to move into a better position to see what was
happening.
     Sickness gripped his stomach as he saw why she had screamed.
Menzmer had her impaled on what appeared to be a large wooden
stake and was attempting to force it deeper into her vagina. The
blood was profuse making him look like a ghoulish vampire as it
splattered onto his hands and arms. He was completely oblivious
to his surroundings. "One move and your heads gone," Devlin
grunted.
     Menzmer spun around her body, his hand on the stake. His
eyes were wild as he looked directly at Devlin. Then a smile
appeared on his bloody face. "What took you so long, Detective? I
half way expected you several hours ago."
     "Just give me a reason, any reason," Devlin said.      
     "I don't think so, dear boy. Drop the gun or I jamb this up
her twat until it comes out the top of her head. You want to
watch her die like that?"
     "No dice, scumbag. I know your style. I give up my gun and
we both die."
     Devlin raised the sights toward where he hid behind her
naked body hoping to get a shot at him. Menzmer broke into a run
away from him keeping her between them so Devlin couldn't get a
clear shot. He hated leaving her hanging like that but he wasn't
going to let this slimy bastard get away this time.
     Running full out he caught a glimpse of Menzmer as he
crashed through the doorway and out onto the dock. Closing in
behind him, Devlin gave chase as Menzmer cut down the wooden
platform and headed for the street side of the building. Devlin
could see Menzmer was going to have to jump across a narrow
opening in the dock to reach the safety of the sidewalk. As
Menzmer jumped and was stretched out in midair Devlin squeezed
off one round. He saw him double up from the shock of the bullet
and fall limply toward the water making a loud splat as he struck
the waves some 40 feet below.
     It was over. He knew the shot had been a good one. It had
caught him dead center from the way he had crumpled when he fell.
His concern now was to get back to Karla. They could worry about
Menzmer's body later.
    
     She was nearly unconscious as he rushed back to her side and
began to loosen the knots. "Don't touch it," he heard her croak
as he reached for the stake protruding from her body. "Its the
only thing holding my insides from falling out."
     He gasped in shock at her words. "Jesus, darling, Jesus,
hold on. Don't die on me now."
     She was out cold now. Picking her up in his arms he tried to
hurry out of the warehouse and to his parked car. If he could get
her to the hospital, maybe she had a chance. "Goddamn it, Karla,"
he blurted out loud. "Goddamn it!"                               
                                                                 
     Karla had sustained devistating internal injuries. Her life
lay in a balance between critical and terminal for two days.
Devlin never left her side. On the third day while he was cat
napping in a chair next to her bed he was jolted suddenly awake.
She had moaned and turned her head on the pillow to look at him.
People in the hallway must have thought he had gone berserk as he
rushed out screaming for a nurse or a doctor.
     He felt moisture build in his eyes when they told him she
was going to make it. It was doubtful if she would ever have
children but she would live. He was grateful. Whether she would
ever talk to him again, whether she would ever make love with him
again, whether she would ever even work with him again, it didn't
matter. He was grateful and thankful and he let his tears flow as
he looked at her laying peaceful in the bed for the first time.


                                  The End


Author Note: This concludes the 4th reposting of Ladycop. I hope
you enjoyed the story and that you will be watching for my next
work in the weeks to come. Thanks to all for your responses and
letters of encouragement. It was fun.
                                          Mark Allen



