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.  

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.  

 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.  

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.

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.  

 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."

 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.

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