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{ASSM} "Rapture" {Dancer} (MF, viol) [2/2]


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Disclaimer/Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions 
of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors.  Kids?  
Try this stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS 
ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at 
your child before you graduate.  Don't rush into 'It' - 
it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks 
around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) In any case, 
should this find its way into minors' hands, neither I nor 
Dancer should not be held responsible - I DID warn them.

Copyright notice: I, the author of this tawdry pile of 
maudlin feelings masquerading as smut, hold all rights of 
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Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to 
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(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too!  ;)

Editor's Note: Is this how Larry Dixon feels? :) 

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Rapture. Part Two
By Dancer

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Before Sam could reply, someone interrupted by pounding on 
the door. Quickly, Kuemper pulled on her discarded T-shirt 
and jeans and left to answer it. She checked the peephole, 
saw it was her friend, Cyndi, and unlocked the door. Cyndi 
entered and shut it behind her.

"Hey Kem, is Sam still here?" Cyndi asked.

"Yeah, he's throwing some clothes on." Sam walked in and 
finished tucking his shirt in.

"Sam, I need to know where your Kappa Theta Delta shirt 
is." Cyndi stated. He looked a bit confused so she 
elaborated. "Two years ago, you helped on a concession 
stand sponsored by that sorority. It's like the one
Kem has on now."

"It should be back in my apartment somewhere," he replied.

"I'll need you to take me there and show me," she ordered, 
going into police mode.

"Let me finish getting dressed."

"Can I come with you?" Kem wanted to know.

"I think it'll be all right," Cyndi said. Kem and Sam 
dressed quickly and followed Cyndi out of the building to 
her car.  Before they left the parking lot, Cyndi called 
her partner Deb on her cell phone and asked Deb to meet 
them at Sam's. Fifteen minutes later, the trio arrived and 
Deb pulled in after them. All four went inside the complex 
and Sam unlocked his door. He led Deb to his bedroom. Cyndi 
stood in the doorway, keeping an eye on them and Kem ended 
up in the bathroom.

Sam dug into his dresser and searched for the shirt while 
Deb watched him carefully. "I can't find it here. It might 
be in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom," he said.

Deb pointed to his closet. "Would you mind looking in the 
closet, please?"

"Sure, no problem." He slid the door opened and began 
thumbing through his clothes.

Kem stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was going on in the 
other room, but Cyndi blocked her view. Kem turned, dropped 
the lid and sat down on the toilet. Her eyes roamed over 
the small area and spied the basket of clothes. The shirt 
was impossible to miss with its neon green color and she 
drew it out.

              *              *              *

Alyssa, Kuemper and several other girls were in the Kappa 
house's kitchen putting on their new shirts. Kappa Theta 
Delta was sponsoring a concession stand for the homecoming 
festival and paid for shirts that those people working the 
stand would wear. The neon green background complemented 
the deep red letters of the house and made them nearly 
impossible to miss.

Alyssa kept scratching at her collar. "This tag is driving 
me nuts! Can somebody cut it out?"

"I've got nail clippers in my purse," Kem told her. "Let me 
get them and I'll do it for you." She unzipped her bag and 
pulled them out.

The blonde drew her hair up. "Thanks a bunch." Clip, clip, 
clip.

"It's out." Alyssa dropped her hair and faced Kem.

"It feels better already." She rubbed her neck against the 
tagless shirt.

              *              *              *

The tag was gone. Kem realized why the detectives wanted 
his shirt: Alyssa's *had* a tag when it shouldn't have. She 
took a deep breath, then made the biggest decision of her 
life. She promptly exchanged her Kappa shirt for the one 
she found and threw hers in the basket. As she adjusted the 
bottom over her waist, Cyndi spoke. "Kem, could you step 
into the living room? Sam has to look in there."

"Okay," Kem replied, moved in the hall and to the living 
room.

Sam stepped through the doorway. "Here it is." He handed 
the top to Deb.

She pulled a plastic bag from her pocket and 
conscientiously put the item inside. "I'll have to take 
this to forensics for testing." 'Meep, meep, meep,' 
screamed both cops' beepers. They checked simultaneously 
and saw the code flash on the screen. "Let's go Cyn." She 
stared Sam in the eye. "We'll be in touch, so don't leave 
town."

"I'm not planning on it," he said. Deb and Cyndi left and 
their cars screeched out of the parking lot.

         *         *         *         *         *

Dave was scared shitless. He only wanted to ask Becky how 
her chemistry exam went and he found her dead. 'Thank God 
the police showed up so I can vomit in peace!'

Deb waited outside the public bathroom for the kid to 
finish throwing up. 'Poor guy,' she thought, glad Cyndi was 
working on the crime scene. 'I might take a turn when he 
gets done.'

Cyndi gingerly picked the vibrator out of the feces on the 
floor and bagged it. The police photographer snapped 
pictures of the restraints, bowl of vanilla pudding, table, 
and Becky Hartley. Uniformed officers and two other 
homicide detectives searched, found and bagged evidence 
while she stayed with the victim. Her training told her 
Becky's death happened within a few hours of discovery and 
they were close to finding the killer. Doubt about Sam 
worried her until the coroner spoke.

"Detective Martin?"

"Yes?"

"I can give you a pretty narrow time of death. Between 6:30 
and 8:00 this evening."

"How so?" Her brain rapidly thought out the timeline. Sam 
got to Kem's about 6:45 and if he stayed with Kem until she 
knocked on the door, he had an alibi.

"Well, the feces and urine are fairly fresh and the only 
signs of lividity are on the victim's feet below the 
scarves. To really pinpoint, I'd have to check her stomach 
contents."

An officer cut off Cyndi's reply. "Detective Martin, come 
take a look in the bathroom." She stepped carefully and 
walked to the open door. The officer held a tampon stained 
with blood in his gloved hand. "Look under the sink." Cyndi 
knelt, pulled the cabinet egress ajar and saw a plastic 
baggie half-empty of pink envelopes.

She grinned from ear to ear. "I can't find any tampons, 
Officer Briggs. Only a bag of maxi pads."

Briggs sealed the used tampon in an evidence container. "I 
didn't find any either." The two talked with the other 
searchers. After twenty minutes of frantic looking, nobody 
found any tampons anywhere. Cyndi took the tampon to the 
coroner.

"How fast can you analyze the blood on this?"

He held it up. "I'll take it to the lab and put all my 
staff on it. A general genetic profile and blood type 
definitely."

"We'll get the blood types of all the suspects over to you 
for a possible match. Thanks doc." Cyndi left the crime 
scene to find Deb.

         *         *         *         *         *

"I wish I'd worked up the courage earlier to talk to 
Becky."

Deb patted him on the shoulder. "You might have gotten 
yourself killed, Dave. Right now the best way to help Becky 
is to tell me everything you can remember about the past 
week." She flipped through her notepad. "You said earlier 
that Becky was hanging out with a Lucy Swanson. Can you 
elaborate on that?"

Dave wiped his nose against his sleeve. "Yeah. Becky met up 
with Lucy at the laudromat on 12th and Rose. I have a car 
and gave Becky a ride over there 'cause the dryers here 
were busted. Anyway, Lucy was already there doing her 
laundry and we threw Becky's clothes in the dryers and sat 
down. I started flipping through one of the rag mags there 
when Lucy says, "Hey, are you pledging to Kappa house?" "

"Why did she ask Becky that question?"

"I guess she noticed Becky had one of Kappa's pledge pins 
on. So Becky tells Lucy, "Yeah. They accepted me last 
week." Lucy starts smiling and gets all friendly. They kept 
yakking about sororities and stuff until Becky's clothes 
got done. We put them back in the basket and I took it out 
to my car."

"Did you hear anything else?"

"No. But they were talking after I was outside. I could see 
them through the big window."

Deb wrote a few notes. "Do you know if Lucy ever contacted 
Becky again after that?"

"I saw them together a couple times later, thick as 
thieves."

"Remember where, Dave?"

"Once at the supermarket in the," Dave blushed, "*girl 
stuff* and another time Becky asked me to drop her off at 
that gay bar on the east side."

"You were with Becky both times?" He nodded. "Did she say 
why she was meeting Lucy at the gay bar?"

"She'd get to giggling so bad that all she ever said was, 
'Lucy wants me to see her side of life.'" He swallowed 
audibly. "Do you think Lucy was hitting on Becky?"

"I don't know. Maybe she was. Maybe Lucy and Becky were 
just testing the waters."

Dave sat slack-jawed for a while. "That's cool."

Deb stood up and put her pencil and notepad in her pocket. 
"Thanks for talking with me. You'll have to come to the 
station tomorrow to give a formal statement."

"All right." He escorted her to the door. "I hope you catch 
whoever did this."

"I'll do my best. Good-bye Dave." Deb went into the hallway 
and bumped into Cyndi.

"We've got to pull all the paperwork and look for blood 
types."

"What did you find?"

Cyndi ushered Deb out to her car. "Just the case-breaking 
tampon."

Deb unrolled her window. "So Sam is in the clear if this 
pans out."

Her friend pinched Deb's cheek. "And they lived happily 
ever after."

         *         *         *         *         *

Sam feathered his fingers in Kem's hair, kissing her 
gently. "I said, I love you."

Kem's face pinkened. "I...I don't know what to say. We've 
only had one night together."

"You've shown me how to be gentle when making love. The 
other women told me I was stupid. I didn't know that a guy 
can follow a gal's lead. Kem, maybe you didn't consciously 
show me how to please you, but whatever you did worked. 
Maybe 'I love you' isn't right to say but you're important 
to me and I want to be with you."

"Then show me," Kem said. Sam picked her up in his arms, 
carried her to his bed and laid her down. He stripped off 
his clothing, then went to work on her. Her shirt first and 
he paid homage to her breasts. His mouth sucked each nipple 
erect and trailed butterfly kisses down her belly as he 
unzipped her jeans. She raised her hips and he whipped them 
down her legs. Draping her knees on his shoulders, he moved 
to her mound. His thumbs separated the damp labia to reveal 
her womanhood. He licked her wetness away and flicked the 
tip of his tongue rapidly on her clitoris. "Ooooo," she 
moaned, grasping his head. "You're getting me so -hot-, 
Sam. I want you inside me."

He removed her legs and knelt between her thighs, pumping a 
hand on his dick. "I don't have any rubbers. Do you still 
want me, Kem?"

"Yes, I want you. Just pull out and cum on my belly."

"I'll try," he answered. He guided the head to her opening 
and slid to the hilt. "God, you're wet," Sam groaned and he 
began fucking her. Her pussy milked him with each thrust. 
He watched her pinch and twist her nipples and a flush 
spread over them. She left them to grab her legs above the 
knee and hold her thighs apart.

"I'm close. I'm so close." Her voice turned into a drawn 
out keening and her opposing thrusts quickened. Her cum 
showered his cock as her pussy tightened. Sam felt his 
climax overtake him and he pulled out. His right hand 
stroked his manhood and he spurted his load across her 
belly. He collapsed next Kem with his chest heaving. She 
coated her hands with his cum and rubbed the sticky fluid 
all over her breasts. "That was wonderful. Even better than 
the first time."

"It happened too fast for me," Sam gasped, "but I don't 
think I can manage a hat trick."

Kem chuckled and turned into his body. "I just need a 
shower and sleep."

"You can walk after that?"

"I gotta clean up the mess you made on me," she replied and 
kissed his cheek. She crawled out of bed and walked to the 
door. "You can join me if you want. We'll only get cleaned 
off, I promise."

"That I can do." He followed her into the bathroom and they 
showered each other. After drying off, the two returned to 
the bed and snuggled under the covers for some much-needed 
rest. As they slept peacefully, the police closed in on the 
killer.

         *         *         *         *         *

Homicide buzzed in anticipation. Detectives and officers 
poured over the ton of paperwork trying to narrow down the 
list of suspects. Deb and Cyndi sat at their respective 
desks comparing their notes with eyewitness statements and 
hoping something would help them. It was 6:00 am, ten hours 
since the last victim was discovered, and the caffeine 
flowed heavily. A young officer walked into the squad room 
and approached Deb and Cyndi.

"Excuse ma'am, I have the new lab results from forensics," 
he told Deb and held out a manila folder.

"Thank you, Officer," she replied as she took the reports. 
She flipped open the folder and scanned the papers. One 
caught her eye and she pulled it out. "It says they found a 
match of blood types off the tampon and a bandage. Where 
did we find the bandage?"

Cyndi answered, "Emily Pena. We pissed off Lieutenant 
Jackson and he gave us garbage detail." She paused in 
thought. "I can't recall why I bagged it, but she didn't 
have any cuts or abrasions on her."

"The original report says the blood on the bandage was 
'unknown'. How did they piece together that and the 
tampon?"

"The pathologist told me to tell you that the blood from 
the tampon had a similar make-up to the bandage," the 
officer said. "He ran every test on the bandage blood and 
found low sugar. When he ran the same tests on the new 
sample, it came up low sugar, too."

The bells rang loudly in their heads. "A diabetic," Deb 
whispered.

Cyndi got up. "I'll tell the rest and you can tell the 
lieutenant." She went to the nearest group as Deb left to 
face the boss. Moments later, Lt. Jackson gathered his 
charges together.

"Attention officers, we've got a break in the case." People 
faced him with anticipation. "Forensics matched blood 
samples at two different crime scenes. Start checking all 
female suspects for any mention of low blood sugar and/or 
diabetes. When you've finished, I want all detectives in my 
office."

Everyone jumped to their computers. Forty-five minutes 
later, Deb, Cyndi, and six other detectives carried their 
collective list into the lieutenant's office. They gathered 
around his desk and gave him the paper. He looked it over. 
"OK, we've narrowed it down to four women. You'll take four 
uniforms apiece with you for backup. Anderson and Campbell, 
you got Patricia Marks. Kennedy and Wilcox, take Kelly 
Brown. Masters and Martin, Lucy Swanson. Perkins and Davis, 
Elizabeth Tobin. They are to be brought in for questioning
ONLY. Nobody is being arrested. Don't make a public 
spectacle of this. If anything pans out, I'll get an arrest 
warrant from the judge." He looked each one in the eyes. 
"Be careful."

The detectives filed out, gathered their backup and went to 
the garage. Deb and Cyndi got in Deb's Crown Victoria and 
pulled out. They drove to Lucy Swanson's address with the 
squad cars trailing them. When they arrived, the uniforms 
parked out of sight and the two ladies parked in front. 
They stepped onto the stoop and Deb rang the doorbell.

The door opened and a young woman with dirty blonde hair 
spoke. "Can I help you?"

Cyndi and Deb showed her their badges. "I'm Detective 
Martin and this is Detectives Masters," Cyndi answered. 
"We'd like to talk to you."

The woman smiled. "It's about time you people found me. I 
didn't think it would be long after that guy interrupted me 
and Becky."

Deb pulled out the Miranda card. "Lucy Swanson, you're 
under arrest for the murder of Becky Hartley. 'You have the 
right to remain silent. If you give up this right, anything 
you say may be held against you in a court of law. You have 
the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, 
one will be provided for you. Do you understand each of 
these rights as I have explained them to you?' "

"Yes I do."

"Could you turn around and place your hands on your head?" 
Cyndi asked as she drew out her handcuffs. Lucy complied 
and she was handcuffed, then escorted to the nearest squad 
car.

         *         *         *         *         *

Sam and Kuemper moved in together and are the parents of 
two boys, Nathaniel and Luke.

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Lucy Swanson confessed to killing Danielle Hollings, Sarah 
Martin, Emily Pena, Nancy Sager, Alyssa March-White, Sally 
Keller, Kimberly Taylor, Marie Jamison and Becky Hartley. 
Miss Swanson was found guilty on nine counts of first-
degree murder and sentenced to nine life terms to be served 
consecutively. As she was escorted out of the courthouse, 
she gave a brief statement. "I killed Alyssa (March-White) 
because she got into Kappa Theta Delta instead of me. The 
others I killed just to see if I could get away with it."

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Editor's Postscript: There, 'they all lived happily ever 
after' - even Lucy whose faith in the criminal justice 
system has finally been renewed! ("It's about time you 
people found me.":) 

I have vague recollections of the 'murder' but can't 
remember if Dancer wrote it in originally, or just 
explained it to me: Lucy WAS hitting on Becky, and they got 
together at the victim's place for the n'th time, but this 
time Lucy said "Let's try something different."  She ties 
Becky to the kitchen table, and uses a vibrator on her 
until she passes out.  Then Lucy pulls out a big bowl of 
vanilla pudding (presumably she made it at an earlier 
occasion), places it on the table and drops Becky's face 
into it, letting her smother.  Exotic way to go, huh?:)

Oh, and in Dancer's original story Sam WAS the killer - 
bumping off these women for ridiculing him for this gaffe 
or that - Kuemper helps him 'see the light' and he recants.  
I expressed the problem that they'd end up separated when 
he got arrested and imprisoned for the murders, so Lucy 
Swanson was created.  That was the fun part: coming up with 
a new killer and a motive that fit the story so far AND was 
neither trite and cliched nor unbelievable.  So did she 
succeed? :)  

And you lesbians out there can relax - neither of us is 
making generalizations: Lucy wasn't gay, but just playing 
the part to trap Becky. :)
