Like a shadow, he stood near the top of the staircase leading to the darkened dungeon far below. The quietness seemed oppressive as he strained to hear if she were making any movements. Practically drooling with anticipation, he fantasized in his mind's eye what she would look like and how she would be suffering. He started down the stairway leading to the room where he had carried her several hours earlier. The stirring in his crotch was an indication of how eager he was to get on with his games. The waiting while the chloroform wore off had excited him to a peak of near explosive savagery. His only concern now was if his assistant had carried out his orders the way she was supposed to. God help her if she hadn't.

As he neared the bottom of the long wooden stairway, he could still see her in his mind's eye as she had stepped from the stage entrance behind the theater. Her long blond hair, blown suddenly across her face nearly covered her deep green eyes and sensuous mouth. After the long wait in the dark and cold, he had nearly suffered heart failure when throwing his arm around her body. His hand had fallen on one full breast, the softness taking the breath out of his lungs. Holding the rag over her mouth and nose, the feel of it jutting against his palm had burned into his brain like a fire brand.

The chloroform had worked well. She fell so quickly he had nearly been pulled down with her. Struggling to carry her limp form unseen out of the darkened alley, he felt quite fortunate no one had blundered into the sinister tableau. She had been like a rag doll as he toiled to lock her in place in the rear of his van. Once she had been secured to the overhead stanchion he had simply to drive her to his ornate estate and carry her down the stairs to his ornate medieval dungeon. There he had left her in the hands of a trusted slave until the chloroform wore off ending her deep slumber.

Now, hours later, he stood at the heavy oak doorway, his cock hard and pulsating as it jutted away from his groin area. Holding his breath in anticipation, he opened the door and slipped quickly inside. Only torch light would suffice for this erotic encounter and he hurried to light the torch protruding from the wall.

The sudden flare as the match exploded into life brought a sharp intake of breath from inside the room. Quickly touching the flame to the torch he turned to let his eyes fall on the raised platform and the figure it held. His cock twitched and grew even harder as he stared at her, savoring every moment as she gasped for breath. He saw she had been placed in the position he had ordered. Hilda had done exactly as she was told.

It was incredible to see her struggling in the restraints. She had a body of perfection, deeply tanned from hours in the sun, and she was completely nude. The lines of a bikini bottom stood out white against the bronze skin. Not even that would describe it, more the outline of a small G-string perhaps, barely enough to cover the slit of her pussy and no more. Her delicate blond pubic hair had been nearly removed to fit the outline of the suit leaving only a bare minimum to cover the entrance to her love garden.

Her breasts stood out, firm and round, curving gracefully to a magnificent point, the nipples surrounded by aureoles no larger than a half dollar. Just the type he loved. No covering for those beauties, he thought to himself. They were the same sun bronzed sheen as the rest of her body. Just the type to drive men mad, he chuckled. She probably took great pleasure letting them watch as she soaked up the rays. Let em look, just don't let em touch. He laughed out loud then, knowing her life was about to change dramatically. She was going to get touched, oh, how she was going to get touched.

Her head was high as her flashing eyes strained to see into the gloom. A wide strip of adhesive tape stretched across her mouth, cutting off any sounds she might make. Other than an ugly growl deep inside her throat, it was perfect. Her arms had been pulled upward to the corners of a framework affair, the tension pulling her tits full and erect. The cool air had made her nipples hard and delightful to look at. Moving his eyes downward he could see her legs and ankles, stretched painfully apart and tied to the corners of the platform she was forced to stand on.

Chuckling out loud, he could see her cringe as he stepped closer. Reaching out his dirty hand, he slowly ran his index finger around the silky smooth edge of her nipple. She gasped and struggled against her bonds but the ropes held her fast. She was helpless as he continued his arousing game. Arousing for him, not her. The crying and moaning sounds did nothing more than make him even hotter than he already was. As he squeezed and fondled her, he was delighted to see her nipples grow even harder and more turgid. "Good, sweet cheeks," he smirked at her. "I love tits that respond this way. Be a good girl and maybe I'll let you keep them."

A look of terror appeared in the woman's eyes. She tried to struggle but to no avail. The pain was probably too much. He laughed and stepped back, hypnotized by her beautifully tanned and naked body. It was much the same reaction an addict would experience after taking a hit. Seeing a beautiful woman in this position was his addiction. It lifted him, made him feel wild, wonderful, vitalized. Especially when he visualized the finale to all this, sinking his turgid cock into his helpless victim.

Working without wasted motion, he removed her from her hanging position and threw her onto a homemade replica of an ancient torture rack. Overpowering her expected struggle for freedom, he brutally encased her flailing wrists and arms in more tight fitting rope and tied her to the upper corners of the device. Once her arms were immobilized, it was only a matter of moments until he had her flailing legs spread and secured. The urge to bury his tongue in the musk of her pussy was overwhelming but he fought it off.

Staring down at her, he smiled for an instant. Looking into her deep green eyes, he began speaking in his high, squeaky voice. "I'll tell you this only once, my dear. I'm going to remove the tape from your mouth. You don't scream or yell. Do you understand?"

She stared back at him, fright etched into her face. He squeezed one of her nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger. The reaction was instant as she screamed through the gag and nodded her head up and down. "Good," he muttered. "Now then, you do exactly as I command and you may come out of this with your life. It's up to you how much you suffer."

Taking the corner of the tape in his fingers, he tore it from her lips. She gasped and opened her mouth as if to talk. Taking advantage quickly, he leaped onto her and guided his now monstrously hard cock into the open orifice. Sliding the head across her tongue, he forced it deep into the back of her throat. He felt her gag at the sudden intrusion. "You know what to do, don't you girlie?" he snickered.

She had no choice. She was tied spread eagle, unable to move. The huge member filled her mouth so completely she could only suck it deeper into her warm, moist opening in an effort to breathe. He felt like he was on fire as the vacuum enlarged him even more. He could feel the juice burning through his veins as it built to a quick point of heat and ejaculation. He could hardly contain himself as he fought to curtail his first jolt of cum. It was sweet torture, the way he liked it the best.

Using all the will power he could muster, he pulled out of her warm, wet mouth and slithered down her body, making sure his wet hardon slid through the valley of her tits and across her flat belly. He was by now nearly insane with want for the dark slit encased in her beautiful triangle of pubic hair. Like a wild animal, he snarled as he drove his mouth between her legs and buried his darting tongue in the sweetness of the slit. Surprise encased him as he found her gushy and hot down there. Sucking a man's cock did that to some women. The squeal emitting from her throat as he hit the tip of her clit nearly ended it for him. With a tremendous upheaval, her hips rose off the table, forcing her cunt harder against his burning mouth. "Don't stop," she gasped.

Jesus, the bitch must be getting off on this. Pulling away reluctantly, he stared down at her writhing body, her eyes full of fear and at the same time a longing look for more. "You're going to be sorry for that display, bitch," he spat at her.

Rushing across the room, his cock jutting like a massive spear, he tore open a large metal wall locker. Like a man possessed, he tore into it, searching for something. Moments later, a grunt of satisfaction emitting from his throat, he turned and headed back in her direction. In his hand he carried a massive rubber dildo, one so huge it caused her to panic before she started pleading with him. "My God, no, you wouldn't. Please, you can't."

"Oh yes. We're going to see just how much you get off after this is embedded in that pussy of yours."

The woman screamed and thrashed about on top of the rack, she threw her body back and forth as best she could within the restraints as he sat about his grisly task. The dildo was massive, too massive, much too large for anything except perhaps a small pony. He tried penetrating her with it, but it was an impossible task. She nearly split his ear drums as he pushed and manipulated it between her legs. Then he had an idea. Laying it aside, he reached down and inserted his middle finger inside her gyrating cunt. Instantly she slowed her movements. Rapidly moving his finger about, she began to moan slightly deep within her throat. He inserted another finger, and another, until he was able to slide his whole hand inside her scalding body. By this time the woman was beyond caring, she was continuously moaning as he played between the lips of her vagina. Experimentally, he doubled his fist. Even then she was so slippery and sloppy he had no trouble.

Deciding it was time, he removed his hand. Picking up the dildo, he positioned it at the entrance of her dark triangle and slammed it into her body with one swift blow. The sound she made was one of someone having their hand or foot mangled. Loud and hideous from the bottom of her lungs as the dildo tore into her. It happened so swiftly her vagina had no chance to compensate for the size of the thing. The tearing of flesh was evident as her blood trickled down from below her pussy. Watching as it slid deep within her body, he felt as if his cock would explode. Seeing her writhe and buck atop the rack, unable to move, was his elixir. Her pain must have been terrific judging from the grimace on her face.

"You see what happens? You're not here to enjoy this, I am."

"Please," she choked, "the pain, I can't . . . take . . . the pain. No more, oh, God, please, no more."

The instrument caused a loud sucking noise as he withdrew it. She screamed again, probably pain caused by the vacuum of the withdrawal. He stared at her gaping pussy, stretched now beyond even his imagination. Pretty stupid, he thought to himself. I've opened her up so a fuckin horse couldn't enjoy it.

"Your lucky day, bitch." he snarled. "You get a reprieve until you get your cunt shrunk back to normal. How's that grab ya?"

"You slimy bastard," she managed to croak, "you probably haven't fucked anything more than your hand since your first wet dream."

He felt the blood rush to his face as his temper flared. He saw his hand shoot out as if it were acting on its own, the fingers closing on her nipple like a vise. She screamed again as he applied the pressure, then her eyes rolled back and she slipped into merciful unconsciousness.

His rage momentarily overcame him as he threw the dildo hard against the far wall and his fist shot out to catch her on the point of the chin. "You bitch, you lousy bitch!" he screamed at her. "You'll pay, you'll pay with every breath."

She didn't hear him. Her head hung limply between the beginning of her cleavage. The blow had rendered her unconscious and unfeeling.

Her name was Marlene, Marlene Hildebrant McNeely, and she was a dancer. Not a gogo dancer you see so often in most of the city bars. Marla was class, class from the word go. Her family was rich and she'd been sent to the right girl's schools. Since the first grade she'd been training for the ballet and now she was nearing the top. Understudy to the prima ballerina of the San Francisco Ballet Company, and all before she reached the age of 30.

Being the beautiful daughter of one of the city's affluent families hadn't hurt her, but she had earned her way to her position. Hard work hour on end, day after day, week after week. The payoff had been a body like a saint, everything in the right place, held taught with sinewy muscles that rippled silkily as she moved. The body she loved to pamper, to soak in oils and lay in the sun. The body that drove most men to distraction and fulfilled her deep hidden desire to make them squirm. This was Marlene, and this was the woman Delford Menzmer had waited for in the back alley of the opera house.

She didn't know Menzmer at all, but she had on several occasions received his flowers, only to send them back with her excuses not to let him come backstage. It was these rebukes that had finally brought his focus into her life as one of his victims. At first, he had spared her, taking his anger and fetishes out on other women of the city. Now it had befallen her fate to become his latest visitor to the dungeon buried beneath his home in Marin County.

The first performance of the evening was nearly over when she had decided to leave a few minutes early. Denise, her best friend and wardrobe mistress had given her a huge hug as she left by the back entrance. She wasn't even paying attention as she skipped down the short staircase into the alley. Many nights she had taken the same route, tonight was nothing different. The sudden movement startled her as she felt the heavy arm drop over her and squeeze her body. She felt the hand on her breast at the same time she felt the rag over her mouth. A sweet, sickly odor burned into her nasal passage, making her suddenly dizzy, unable to breathe, and then making everything go black.

She had no idea what had happened. The blackness faded to a myriad of flashing particles before her eyes and a dull throbbing headache. She opened her eyes, but they didn't seem to work. Then she could see it was pitch black and silent. Trying to open her mouth proved futile. There was something that tasted like adhesive tape covering her lips. Moving was also a painful shock to her consciousness and she was unable to scream from the sudden biting agony burning into her wrists and ankles. Her mind quickly cleared and she became acutely aware that most of her weight was hanging on her wrist. She was tied to something above her head and she was unable to move. Numbing horror overtook her as she realized she was naked and tied tightly in a dark and musty room. Fright made her almost gag, but the tape helped her force it back. It was absolutely terrifying, standing this way in this manner, naked, and unable to understand what had happened.

Time seemed to stand still and she continued to wonder, to try and piece together what must have happened to her. The ropes became more and more agonizing as the time slowly drifted by. She knew someone, or several someones had grabbed her and forced something over her mouth and nose. Something that had rendered her unconscious and helpless. She knew someone had hung her in this room and someone had taken her clothes off. These things she figured out. Why, she had no idea.

It was at this moment in her life that the door had been opened for a brief second and then closed. The blinding flash of the match had made her gasp beneath her gag. As the torch flame grew in size she was able to make out the figure of a naked man standing before her, his eyes burning into her like a red-hot poker. He was short and rather ugly to look at, slightly overweight, but with one prominent asset. She could see his cock jutting toward her, very hard and swollen. Enlarged so much that it was nearly purple. Without a doubt, she knew what he had in mind for her. The thought was repulsive and overwhelming to her senses. Having this little gnome of a man rutting between her legs was at the moment the most horrifying thing she could imagine, and also probably the most imminent act that was about to befall her.

She tried to shrink back as his hand shot forward and began fondling her nipple. Revulsion washed over her as he rubbed and pinched her breast until she felt the nipple harden and swell. His words about letting her keep her breasts made her nearly faint with fright. The blinding pain as he pinched her nipple to make her promise not to yell out was nearly more than she could stand. He tore the tape from across her mouth and untied her with unexpected strength. Before she could take any action he had her flat on her back across some weird device shaped like a bed or a table. She was taken completely by surprise as he quickly stretched her arms tightly and tied her wrists above her head. Spreading her kicking legs and tying them open had been the final humiliating defeat. She was his and there was nothing she could do about it. Her vagina was open to his view and anything else he might want to use in it.

His sudden jump on top of her body caused a gasp to escape her. His weight was pressing the air from her lungs and as she opened her mouth to gasp for breath she was stunned to find his hard cock sliding across her tongue. It was horrible but she had no choice but to take it in deeper and try to breathe around it. It must have been her safety reflexes or something that took over her body but suddenly her imagination was running rampant within her. She suddenly was thinking of Darren and how he had tasted the last time she did this for him. Quite suddenly she felt herself turning on to the moment and decided to let her body ride the waves of pleasure rather than endure the pain that would surely follow if she resisted. It was a cock, no more, no less. Just a hunk of meat and she sucked it with abandon. It grew harder and harder and still she sucked, trying to make him come before he had a chance to bury it between her legs. She felt slightly disappointed when he squealed like a pig and withdrew it from her mouth.

He must have been in a state of high excitement for she suddenly felt his tongue entering her pulsating slit. The feel was nearly heavenly, especially when he began rubbing his tongue up and down her swollen clit. Her pleasure was short lived for of course she lost her head and began begging him to keep going. He flew into a rage then and stormed across the room. What he did next made her sob with disbelief. He returned carrying the largest artificial penis she had ever laid eyes on. The girls backstage had shown her several large dildos but nothing like this one. She knew in an instant it would tear her wide open if he could somehow even manage to get it inside of her. He didn't hesitate, but turned to the task of trying to insert it into her body. The pain was terrific and she screamed as loud as she could from it. Thrashing about as best as she could didn't seem to help as she continued his fiendish game. Finally he gave up and laid it aside. The pleasure of his fingers suddenly replaced the pain and she began to relax once more.

It was so strange she thought to herself. Being in this position, and once realizing she was helpless, starting to enjoy his ministrations. His fingers working in and about her vagina was suddenly driving her slightly wild. She knew she was beginning to moan and she couldn't help it. It felt so terribly delicious and she was shocked when he suddenly flew into such a rage. The fear returned very quickly when she saw what state the ugly little man had worked himself into. She could hardly believe what happened next. He brought the dildo against the entrance of her vagina and savagely thrust it deep inside her. The pain was one of absolute agony. Nothing could compare to what it felt like having a dildo the size of a baseball bat inserted in her pussy. She tried to beg and plead with him but was barely able to speak due to the pain. She felt like she was being turned inside out as he began working the thing in and out of her. She lost track of time until he tired of his game and pulled it out of her with a loud sucking sound. His words burned into her brain as he again took hold of her nipple and administered the pinch that sent massive bolts of pain shooting through her. Darkness descended over her like a blessing, the pain mercilessly causing her to lose consciousness.

Her inert, sweat soaked body lay on the rack, her head cocked off to one side. It had only been a few minutes and Menzmer was still in a furious rage trying to think of something to really hurt her with. Sulking his way across the room, he picked up a massive dildo, but knowing he wanted to fuck her soon, he discarded it and returned to his little chest of toys. An evil smile flooded across his face as he saw the old piece of wire in the bottom of the drawer. Yanking it out he returned to the woman and set about arranging his next surprise for her.

As she began to come to, he had completed his task. Taped to her nipples were the ends of two bare electrical wires. In his hands was the plug and close by the wall socket. It was going to be delicious to see what happened to her when he slammed 110 volts into her tits.

Her eyes fluttered open and riveted to him. She glared at him for a second or two. "You miserable, sick, sack of shit," she uttered, "I was right, you haven't been able to get a woman, have you?"

"I'm about to, bitch. In another second or so you're going to be begging me to fuck you, then we'll see."

Without hesitation he turned and inserted the plug into the wall receptacle. The woman's lungs seemed to burst. Her body literally lifted off the table as the electrical current tore into her nipples. Writhing beneath the onslaught, her screams grew hoarse. Pulling the plug, he turned and looked at her. Her nipples were red and distended, gorged with blood from the current that had coursed through her body. "Your call, sweetheart, wanna try it again or beg me to give you some hard cock?"  

Gasping to get some air in her lungs she managed to croak a few words at him. "You're going to . . . do it anyway. Why should I beg for it?"

"Cause that's the way I want it. I wanna hear you beg."

"Fuck you, pervert. You've already done your best, what more could you do?"

"Just this," he grunted and removed one of the wires from her left nipple. Working swiftly, he stretched it downward and attached it to the lips of her vagina. "Now then, want to reconsider?"

She continued glaring at him, not saying anything. He waited a second and then inserted the plug in the socket once more. The woman's body convulsed a second time, vibrating like a tight wire. She screamed once more at the top of her lungs but he let the current continue to flow for what seemed like hours. Watching her body jerk from the massive muscular contractions made his cock grow harder than he'd ever felt before. It was throbbing from the blood engorged within and turning a dark shade of purple.

Yanking the plug from the wall, he turned and looked at her. She was soaked in her own sweat, her lungs filling and exploding with deep, heaving gasps. "Please, no more, you win. I can't take another jolt like that. Do it to me, take me, fuck me, anything, just no more, I'll beg if that's what it takes."

She followed him with her eyes as he crawled up on the table, her attention locked onto his gigantically hard cock. Straddling her body, he took it in his right hand and began guiding it toward her open pussy. "I knew you'd change your mind," he spat. "Now then, here's where I really do my finest work."

She squeezed her groin muscles as tightly as she could, it did no good. She felt the head of his cock sliding against her as it separated the lips of her vagina. Struggling did no good either, the bonds held her tightly. She screamed once more as he sank the hard shaft to the depths of her very soul.

It was over, he was inside of her. An old saying came to her as he began pounding at her body. If it was inevitable, lay back and enjoy it. It was her only recourse. Letting her body relax, she began painting pictures in her mind's eye. Pictures of handsome young men, naked, with hard cocks yearning to enter her precious love pit. Fantasy dreams of her naked body being taken by all these delicious men. She could feel the immense pleasure of a hard male sliding in and out between her legs, titillating her nerve endings. She was being raped and she didn't give a damn anymore. The pain had been too much, her fate was sealed. Whatever he wanted, he was going to get.

She heard him whinny like a race horse as he began pounding at her like a pile driver. The first hot blast of cum was not hard to detect as he mauled her even harder in his throes of passion. She felt the sharpness of his cock as it struck over and over into the bottom of her canal. She was unable to stop the grunts and gasps emanating from within and bursting forth from her lungs and throat.

The last thing she ever felt was hideous. Somehow he had managed to bring a large, sharp knife along as he had mounted her. She caught the sudden flash of steel as his arm blurred before her eyes and she felt a blow across her throat. The sensation was of horrifying. She tried to breathe but couldn't suck in any air. Her throat burned horribly and then the pain struck her as her own blood flowed into her throat and lungs. The knife had nearly severed her spine, paralyzing her from the neck down as she drowned in her own blood. Menzmer continued pounding away in her long after she was beyond help.

Karla Sinclair was busy writing a report when the call to the Lieutenant's office interrupted her. A moment of panic hit her as she tried to think of anything she may have done wrong. She was sure she hadn't bent any rules lately. Jumping to her feet, she walked gingerly toward his office at the far end of the room. Of course, every eye in the squad room followed her because watching her walk across a room was enough to drive a lot of men a little insane. She was truly the origin of the saying, poetry in motion.

Karla was more than just good looking, she was a knock out in the words of several of her fellow officers. She was also the best damn plainclothes cop in the city. No one yet had ever suspected her of being the long arm of the law. She was the perfect weapon in the fight against drugs and prostitution. The vice and narcotics bureau was especially delighted with her abilities. However, there were other factions throughout the department with other ideas concerning her.

As she entered the Lieutenant's office, she glanced around to see two plainclothes dicks huddling in the far corner. She felt a flash of discomfort as she recognized the department's so called heart throb, at least in the opinion of her other female counterparts anyway. She wondered what Jim Devlin from homicide was hanging around the narc bureau for.

"Sinclair, you been reading the papers lately?" she heard the lieutenant growl.

"Yes sir, I try to keep up on current events."

"Good, then you probably been reading about the whacko out there that's been killing young women?" She wasn't dumb, it only took her a second or two before she began to figure what might be taking place. "No, can't say as I have," she stammered dumbly.

"Well, you're about to. Devlin and Chilton here need some help. Someone threw your name at them, you game?"

"Why would they want me?" she asked. "My rumor mill says the homicide bureau considers me a woman of low character and the department hooker."

"Thats what they say, but we need some bait to catch a killer."

She whirled around and looked into Devlin's eyes. They were steel gray and cold, she felt a shiver run up her spine as he stared back at her. "Now why didn't I think of that?" she blurted back at him. "Why else would you need me. You don't need my help, you just need my looks to draw in one of your sick, perverted weirdos."

"You wanna hear the story or just make smart comments?" he said.

She felt the hair rise on the back of her neck. "Look, buddy, I'm not the one looking for a pidgeon, remember? You came over here so don't act so high and mighty."

The lieutenant jumped up and walked around the desk. "All right you two, let's knock off the crap. Karla, take these two out to your desk. Listen to their story before you make up your mind, okay? Downtown is leaning on us to give them anything they need"

"All right, Lieutenant, come on, guess it doesn't hurt to listen."

Devlin pulled up a chair and focused those gray eyes on her again. "Look, I know some of those assholes downtown give you a bad rap. I'm not into it and I don't really give a shit. I'm just trying to catch a killer and I'm sorry if you take it personally."

"Why wouldn't I take it personally and you are a part of it. You said it yourself, you don't give a shit. In my book if you don't care what they say then you must condone it. You think I don't know whats taking place? Every hot rock asshole down there has tried to get in bed with me. When they can't make it they start spreading stories. I've heard em all and don't tell me you haven't."

"Okay, I've heard em. But you've got to admit, I haven't tried to get in your bed."

"Only because you haven't had any occasion to get up this way."

"You're wrong, Sinclair. Anyway, for what its worth, I'm sorry about whats been going on. There are those who think you're one of the best in your trade, you know?"

"You don't say? I hadn't heard that one before," she said.

"You really haven't been reading the paper lately?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've read the papers. You've got a serial killer on the loose and he likes attractive women."

"That's the one," he grunted. "His latest victim is a woman named Marlene McNeely. We found her body early this morning. She was a looker from the word go, just the kind he goes for. The puzzle palace decided to see if we had someone with those attributes and they came up with your name."

"So what makes you think he's going to find me? Its a big city out there."

"We know that, we're grasping at straws in a way but this guy is different. He likes dancers or aerobic fanatics, women with great bodies. This is his third one in the last month in the dancer category. This one happened to be a member of the ballet and the daughter of one of the Nob Hill group. He's pretty broken up and starting to swing his weight around."

"Figures!" she spat out. "Its fine when the low class girls get it, but God help us if its one of the rich ones."

Devlin didn't say anything for a second or two, then he leaned forward in the chair. "Look, I didn't have anything to do with this. They pulled your file in personnel and gave it to us. I wanna catch this guy as bad as the next guy, but using you undercover isn't my idea of the way to go about it. You'd have a higher than average chance of getting yourself killed, and believe me, this guy makes it nasty before he does them."

She felt a chill run down her spine again. "Nasty how?" she asked.

"Real nasty. He's a sex freak and a sadist with an appetite for rape and pain. The McNeely girl was beat to hell, raped and mutilated, then killed by having her throat slit."

"Shit!" she blurted. "Its always gotta be a sick bastard with some kind of a quirk. Whatever happened to the old fashioned Jack the Ripper type"

"The world's changin, Sinclair, they're gettin sicker by the minute out there. I'd really hate to see him get his hands on you. I hope you turn us down."

"You knew I wouldn't turn the assignment down before you even got here. It's no secret around the marble palace that my sister was killed by one of these sick pukes. How could I turn it down?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. My boss only told me that you'd take it no matter what."

"Yeah, well, he was right. Where do we start?"

Late the next afternoon she sat at a desk in the homicide bureau. It seemed like every cop in the bureau heard she was in the building. It was a continuous train of them as they came by one by one to sneak a peek or ask if she'd changed her mind about a dinner date. The briefings had taken nearly all day and now she had nothing more to do except familiarize herself with the case histories of this animal. It wasn't pleasant to wade through. He was a real pervert, there was no doubt about it. His victims had all been subjected to various forms of torture. There was evidence of nipple and breast torture along with several other highly painful procedures and all the victims had vaginal tearing. It was uncertain whether from an overly large penis or some kind of instrument. The semen amounts found inside the women removed all doubt as to whether they had been raped. She didn't like the idea of being used for bait even the tiniest bit, but there didn't seem to be any other way. Trembling slightly at the prospects of being this assholes next victim, she finished with the files and turned to find Devlin standing behind, a look of worry etched into his face.

"You look kind of odd," she said.

"I'm worried. I'm worried that this guy just might find you."

"That's the whole idea isn't it?"

"Yeah, but it just sits wrong in my gut."

"Give me a little credit, I can take care of myself. I've been working undercover assignments for nearly a year now."

"Bustin kids for coke and grass. You haven't tackled a real asshole like this one yet."

"Well, maybe we'll get lucky. Time will tell won't it?"

"Yeah, time will tell. Meanwhile, we've got you a place set up to get you started. He's taken two victims from the Moulin Rouge up on North Beach. We figure he might just return to find another one."

"Whoa, wait a minute. If you think I'm turning myself into a nudie cutie so all you pukes can take a look, you're nuts. I don't know shit about topless dancing and I sure as hell don't plan on starting now."

"But we were counting on him seeing you there. I'm sure that's the way he operates. Gets himself all hot and bothered then snatches the one he likes best, outside in the alley where its dark and deserted."

"I think you're wrong. He picked two women from up there but don't you think he's going to be a little more careful about trying it again a third time?"

"I don't know," he said in exasperation. "I don't know what else to suggest. Maybe you're right."

"Jesus," she spat out. "I'm not in favor of dancing on North Beach. You got any other suggestions?"

"Sorry, Sinclair, unless you think he might try the ballet again. That could have been just a fluke or he might really be interested in ballet, who's to say?"

"Well, he's sure as hell not going to see much of me if I have to dance in the ballet. He'll be dead of old age before I learn how to pull that off. I guess we're stuck with the North Beach idea much as I hate it."

A few hours later, Karla stood with Devlin inside the office of the manager at the Moulin Rouge. "You had any experience at this stuff, lady?" he asked her.

"Sure! I moonlight a lot as a naked dancer in North Beach," she spit at him.

"Easy, lady, easy. This is your idea not mine. Its not going to work very well unless you have some idea what you're doing up there."

"All right, where do we start then?"

She found out before the sun had began to settle over the Golden Gate. The proprietor called in one of the ladies of the show, known as Midnight to the patrons, and together they had taken her to a part of the theater being used for just such instances. There were a couple of other girls on a small stage in various stages of undress, all trying to follow the music of an ancient and old jukebox.

"Okay," Midnight said. "Let's see what you can do."

"You mean, just get up there and take off all my clothes?"

"Well, that's up to you. You can start by doing a little dancing. If you get by that part of it, then you can start taking off your clothes."

"Shit!" Karla grunted.

Karla slowly took the two steps onto the wooden platform and began to move to the music. At first she felt self conscious but then she began to get into the beat and found out she could still do a fair job of shaking and twisting.

"Hey, girl," Midnight called out. "You're doing damn good for a beginner. Where'd you learn to dance?"

"I wasn't always in this business. Four years of college and I did a lot of dating."

"Yeah, with a body like that I can see how that might happen. Take your blouse off, lets see if that has any effect."

Karla kept with the beat of the music as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She danced her way to the edge of the stage and dropped it on the floor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Devlin enter the back of the room and stopped in her tracks. "Oh, no! No way. The bra stays on as long as he's in the room."

Devlin walked down in front and looked up at her. "Havin a problem, Sinclair. Whatta ya gonna do when the whole damn room's full of people?

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," she spat at him. "Give me a couple days, I'll work into it. Now get your ass outta here."

"Okay, have it your way. I'll check with you tomorrow. Good luck."

He made his way out the way he came in and Karla began dancing again still wearing her skirt and bra. She knew she had to start someplace but it felt a whole lot different than when she was in the high school locker room. The other girls in the room had left the platform and were now sitting down front watching her dance. "Come on, Karla," Midnight called out. "Might as well get it over with. "Let's see what you've got."

Karla took a deep breath and unhooked her bra. Then she deliberately turned her back to them and threw it toward her blouse. She felt frozen for a second as her nipples stiffened in the cool air. Then like a person jumping into a frigid swimming pool, she let out her breath and turned. She felt a sudden glow as she heard the girls out front whistle softly and begin to applaud. "Way to go, Karla, way to go. Jesus, if I only had a set like that."

Karla chuckled to herself at hearing Midnight lamenting. It wasn't so bad now. Dancing with her breasts bare wasn't so bad after all. Doing it in front of an audience though, that was going to be something else.

Three nights later she got to find out. Midnight had worked with her until she could pass as one of the girls without any trouble. They even came up with a good stage name for her, Velvet. Now, standing in the wings waiting for her music and introduction, she felt her heart sitting so deep in her throat she could hardly breathe. Of course, Devlin and half the department was sitting out front to see her debacle. She felt anger and contempt at the bastards trekking down here to see her in her worst moment of humiliation. However, as her music began and she heard the announcer in the background, Midnight appeared next to her and gave her a reassuring hug. With a final good luck, she felt Midnight's hand shove her gently out of the curtains. Then it was too late.

Loud applause struck her ears as she began to move in rythem with the music. She couldn't tell if it were for real or just catcalls from her fellow personnel. For the next ten minutes she performed just the way Midnight had taught her and when she finally bared her breasts, the applause was thunderous. Giving a big sigh of relief, it was over. She had made it and it had been more of a lift than even she realized it could be. Suddenly she found that dancing nearly naked on a stage in front of a roomful of men had had a strange and different effect on her. A feeling of elation seemed to grip her as she danced off the stage and into the dressing room. It was like a euphoric high as she sat in front of the mirror watching a tiny trickle of sweat slithering down between her sharply pointed breasts. It suddenly dawned on her what she was feeling and shock jolted her back to reality. She was turned on and couldn't understand why. Dancing naked with a bunch of leering men watching had made her hot and she didn't like it. Not one bit.

A soft knock at the door snapped her out of the despair. Wrapping a large kimono around herself she opened the door to the tiny room. Devlin stood on the other side. This time there was no smiles or laughter. He looked grim as a matter of fact. "What is it?" she asked.

"I just wanted to . . . well, I just had to . . . Damnit. I couldn't help telling you how absolutely great you just did out there. I feel ashamed for the first time in my life. I just wanted to apologize for the way I've been treating you, that's all."

She smiled at him and then pursed her lips. "Okay, Devlin. It was probably pretty hard for you to say. Apology accepted. Now then, you wanna come in or just stand out here in the hall?"

"Ah, well . . . no. I better be on my way. That is, we gotta remember what the hell we're doing here. We're after a killer if I'm not mistaken."

"Okay, right you are. I've got two more shows. We'll just have to play it by ear for a few days and see if anything develops."  

The routine went on for several weeks while Karla continued dancing at the Moulin Rouge. Two more women were found murdered, one of them a dancer in a club at the other end of Northbeach. They considered it a break that he hit Northbeach again and knew he was close. Karla was more or less settling into the life of a topless dancer and slipping more and more away from being a detective with San Francisco Police. She was starting to lose sleep, mainly because of the weird reaction she was having with this kind of dancing. The sexual thing was beginning to worry her and she didn't know what to do about it. Getting turned on every night and then going home to an empty apartment wasn't her idea of being a happy camper.

Three weeks into the operation, Karla Sinclair made a mistake. Leaving the theater slightly early to avoid any crowds, she momentarily let her guard down. It was only for a second, but it was long enough. She was overly tired and as she stepped off the bottom step she stumbled slightly on one of her high heels. Regaining her balance had taken her mind off why she was out here in the first place. Two steps later she felt the presence of someone behind her and then the sudden restriction as an arm closed around her body and a chloroform filled rag was pressed over her nose and mouth. She tried to fight but the sudden gasp of the chemical into her lungs weakened her knees. The sensation of falling washed over her and then millions of sparkling lights filled her head.

Her first thought as she began coming out of the fog was that she was cold, very cold. Then she felt pain in her shoulders and arms. Trying to move sent waves of more discomfort through her body. Opening her eyes proved fruitless, she was in darkness. Terror filled her as she realized why she was cold. She was being held upright by tight restraints encircling her wrists and she wasn't wearing any clothes. It was a horrifying feeling to be in this position, in the darkness, tied tightly in an upright position and to be totally nude. The chill of the room made her shiver and she could feel her nipples, hard now from the cold air. She tried to move her lips and tongue but to no avail. She had been around long enough to know what a ball gag was and she was wearing one now. She could taste the rubber of the ball as it pressed against the roof of her mouth.

The pain of her position grew steadily worse and she wondered how long she was going to have to hang this way before her captor appeared. It was with a small sigh of relief when her question was answered. She heard the door opening and then the blinding light hit her in the face. His high squeaky voice sent a chill through her body. "Splendid, my dear. How wonderful that you're awake. I was beginning to think I used too much chloroform."

She grunted in her throat but it was more from rage than trying to answer him. "Sorry you can't talk yet, but have faith. I'll give you your chance to say something. My, my, you are a beauty though. I'm looking forward to enjoying you very much."

He jumped up on the platform and begin releasing her ankles from the restraints. With a little luck she thought she just might me able to overpower him if he only untied her hands. Her heart sank when he reached up and loosened one wrist only to pull it quickly across and apply handcuffs to both her wrists. Now he could control her fairly well and that was just what he did. Her other arm free he quickly pulled her down and jerked her across the room. Before she could see what was taking place she felt herself being catapulted through the air to land on a bed of sorts. The jolt knocked her senseless for a second or two, long enough for him to get her positioned and secure her arms above her head.

Unable to move her arms now, she felt him working at her feet. Spreading them wide and tying them securely to the corners of the bed. Within short minutes she was spreadeagle across his device and unable to move once again. The gag in her mouth held in an involuntary scream as she felt him reach between her legs and yank a tuft of hair from her most sensitive parts. He smiled down at her then as he held the hair before her eyes, spittle drooling down his chin. "You see, my dear. I have no compulsions about inflicting pain. You obey my every command or there's more of this, more than you could possibly stand. You understand me?"

She did nothing. Just glare back at him. He reached down quickly and took one of her nipples between his fingers. Squeezing hard caused her to gasp and squirm on the bed. "You acknowledge me when I ask you a question, you understand?"

She nodded her head and felt him relax his hold on her breast. It began to dawn on her just what a position she was in. Fright and terror made her begin to tremble as she realized no one knew where she was and this was the killer that was leaving women dead all over the county. His MO was going to be to rape her and then kill her. She just wondered how long after the rape he did his killing.

He continued to leer down at her nude body for a few seconds. Then, quite unexpectedly, he reached up and removed the ball gag from her mouth. As soon as she could wet her tongue and lips she spat at him. "You dirty scum, if I wasn't tied down I'd tear your throat out."

"My, my, such language out of such a pretty girl. Keep it up, I love it. The feistier the better, it gives me a bigger hardon. I'm sure you'd enjoy a bigger hardon now wouldn't you?"

"Up yours, asshole!" she screamed.

"Quite the contrary, my dear. More like up yours to be more correct."

Her eyes grew larger as she watched him remove the robe he had been wearing. Underneath he was as naked as she was. Her gaze locked onto his more than hard cock. She had never seen anyone as large as he was. This guy made John Holmes look inadequate. She doubted if there were many women that could take such a hunk of flesh. Fear returned quickly as he approached the table and began to climb on top of her. Horror filled her as he slowly guided his massive cock toward her mouth. "Open wide, I'll only give you one chance."

Clenching her teeth together, she tried to turn her head to the side. Sensing her movement, he reached back and she could feel him take hold of a rather large tuft of her pubic hair. Without warning he began slowly pulling it out of her skin. The pain hit her like a sledgehammer. Her mouth opened from the sheer agony, leaving her vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.

The massive head of his cock entered her mouth, forcing her to open it even wider. My, God, she thought to herself. He's got to be nearly as big as a small pony. The size of it made her jaw muscles hurt as he forced it deeper. Terror that she would suffocate grabbed hold of her as he began fucking her in the mouth. It was horrible, listening and feeling him as he pumped in and out. She was powerless under him. She could do nothing but lay and let him have his way. She knew he would undoubtedly put it between her legs when he finished here. In a last ditch effort to get him off her, she built up her courage and bit down on his concrete hard piece of flesh. Blood filled her mouth as she heard him scream like a young girl. The full weight of his body crushed down on her as he withdrew his member and jumped off onto the floor. "You bitch!" he screamed. "You lousy bitch, oh, how you're going to pay for that. You just better pray you didn't do any perman

Holding himself between the legs, he rushed out of the room, leaving her alone and covered in splatterings of his blood. Turning her head, she spit and spit until most of it was on the floor. The drops splattered across her breasts was beginning to dry already. At least she had bought herself a little reprieve, she just wondered what it was going to cost her.

Laying flat on her back for what seemed like hours, especially when she wasn't wearing any clothes, was not the most pleasant thing she had ever experienced. She wasn't in any pain though and felt she was at least lucky for that. Her luck was short lived, for it was only a few minutes later that the door flew open with a resounding crash. She could see him standing in the doorway, the light shining from behind him. As he entered the room she could see that he was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts with several spots of blood visible on the front. "You miserable whore," he snarled at her. "You've only managed to prolong your fate. The pain you're going to get between now and then isn't going to be worth it, believe me."

She refused to enter into the conversation. Glaring at him and not speaking seemed to make him even more nervous and agitated. He spun around and crossed the room only to return carrying an item that raised her fright level several degrees. He had in his hands a monstrous dildo that no one could possibly take inside of them. It had to be larger than an oversized baseball bat. "Now we'll see how it feels to be on the other end of pain, whore. Wearing this for a few hours should take some of the fire out of you."

Chuckling to himself like a crazed maniac, which she believed him to be by now, he set about opening a tube of lubricating jelly. Then in the most humiliating way he could, he began filling the entrance of her vagina with the cold, slippery goo. After he was satisfied that he'd put plenty into her, he picked up the rubber toy and placed it at the entrance of her womanhood. "Enjoy this you bitch," he snarled again.

She felt the head of the thing entering the lips of her vagina. Trying to squeeze her muscles didn't seem to do any good as the lubricant just let it slide deeper inside of her. She felt herself spreading before it and at the same time felt the buildup of the pain that was going to accompany it. It was nearly the same feeling as she suspected childbirth would be, that of being stretched beyond one's imagination. She couldn't help screaming as he continued to press it beyond her limit. She knew she was going to rupture any second, her flesh couldn't take anymore stretching. With a final grunt he stopped the pressure. She raised her head slightly and could see he had pushed the full length of it into her. It felt like she was holding a phone pole between her legs. Her breath was coming so rapidly she felt like she was going to faint.

His next move was to wrap a leather strap around her waist and bring another one up between her legs. Joining the two just below her navel he tightened the buckle until the dildo was held tightly inside of her. "There now, slut. I have a few things to take care of in town. I certainly hope you enjoy your little adventure with my pet plaything."

Gasping, barely able to speak, she pleaded with him not to leave her like this. He just laughed and walked out the door. God, how horrible, she thought to herself. Tied down to a makeshift torture rack, nude and spreadeagle and with the world's largest dildo tearing her apart inside. It was locked in tightly with no hope of being pushed out and the pain was slowly going to drive her nuts. She felt the cold beads of sweat trickling down her ribcage and off her forehead. The monstrous pole impaling her between the legs felt like it was growing larger. She knew she was moaning deep in her throat but she couldn't help it.

She had no idea of how long she lay there, minutes or hours, it was pure hell no matter how you look at it. She heard the door open and prayed it was him to remove this hideous thing from her body. Turning her head to the side she was aghast to see a statuesque, well built woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed all in black leather and must have been nearly six feet tall. Her long legs were encased in black net stockings leading into a pair of those extremely high heel boots the S/M crowd love so much. "Who . . . who are you?" she managed to croak.

"Hilda," came the reply. "You might say I'm sort of the caretaker around here."

"Please, help me. Get me out of this. At least remove the thing from between my legs for God's sake."

"If I did that, I'd be next to take your place," she smiled.

"You're not going to leave me this way, are you?" You must know how much pain this thing can cause in a woman."

"I only came in to make sure you're still alive. He instructed me before he left."

"Oh, God, two perverts. I suppose you enjoy seeing me like this?"

The woman smiled and came closer. "Very much, yes. You're one of the more beautiful women that have lain there. You and the one about two months ago. I enjoyed her, too."

Moving quickly, she bent over Karla's upper torso. Karla let out a gasp when she felt the woman's mouth close on her nipple. The hot tongue slithered around first one, then the other. She couldn't stop the sudden reaction as she felt her nipples grow hard. The incessant suction and the tongue running around her aureoles made them grow to full erection. "NO!" she screamed, "Stop it you filthy bitch."

"Scream all you want my dear. I can tell you're enjoying it though. It'll help take your mind off the dildo that's stretching your cunt. Jesus, you should see it from here. God, if I could only get my mouth on it."

"Take it out. Think how good it would taste without the dildo. You could always put it back in if he comes back."

Hilda stepped back a couple of steps and looked down at her for a few seconds. "I guess it wouldn't hurt for just a little while, now would it girlie?"

Karla sighed with relief as she felt the belts being loosened. Then, the heavenly relief as the dildo was withdrawn with a sickly sucking sound. Building up her courage she licked her lips. "Come on, Hilda, let's see what you've got. Give me a little pleasure before he comes back."

She didn't have to wait long, Hilda dove into her with abandon. Her tongue was everywhere. Karla felt it probing and stabbing madly in and around her vagina, burning across her clit like a firebrand. Fighting not to enjoy it too much, she began moaning loudly. "Hilda, harder, harder, suck harder."

Hilda was becoming frenzied with her mouth. "Untie me, Hilda, let me do you. Let me taste your pussy. It isn't fair for you to give me all the pleasure."

She didn't expect what happened next. The woman nearly tore her leather panties off and straddled Karla's head, bringing her pussy above Karla's mouth. Before Karla could do or say anything, Hilda simply lowered herself. A feeling of horror shot through her at the first taste of another woman, the salty sweet taste of the thick lubricant as it covered the lower half of her face. She decided she wasn't a lesbian in any way, shape, or form. There was no turn-on from having another woman's pussy covering her mouth. She had to go along with the ruse though and reluctantly began running her tongue around Hilda's labia, much the same way Hilda was doing to her.

Inwardly she felt like gagging but on the outside she had to act like she was enjoying every minute. Moaning in her throat as she licked and tongued Hilda's clit, she kept asking the woman to untie her. "Hilda, let me loose. I can do much more for you if I were free. I can't move with these ropes on me."

The woman was becoming so sexually turned on that she began panting and sucking harder. Lifting her body away from Karla, she jumped to her feet and began untying the knots that held so tightly. Within seconds, Karla was loose. Moving as quickly as she could, she jumped off the table, nearly collapsing from the numbness in her feet. Trying frantically to get the circulation going in her feet and ankles, she began circling the larger woman looking for an opening. The woman knew instantly she had made a mistake and made a lunge for Karla. It was just what Karla needed. Stepping aside she was able to use the woman's momentum to flip her head over heels with a resounding crash to the floor. Once on the floor, Karla was able to jump on her back and get an arm around her neck and throat. She was in the process of applying a tight choke hold when she sensed the movement behind her and the sudden explosion to the side of her head. Millions and millions of sparkling particles seemed to fill the room before darkness descended over her.

The ache in her head coupled with the ringing sensation was the first conscious feeling she had as the darkness faded away. She was suddenly awake, her head feeling full of pressure and pain. Then she realized she was upside down and horror hit her once again. She was tied from the ceiling, her legs and ankles spread wide and bound tightly to the overhead beam. Hanging this way forced blood into her head until it pounded away like a jackhammer. Her arms were secured in the same manner to bolts located in the floor which spread her wide and in a very uncomfortable position. From her upside down view, she could see a pair of legs standing close in front of her. There wasn't much doubt as to who they belonged to. "Very cleaver I must say. You thought you'd try and pull something off, huh whore? Too bad, especially for you."

She tried to say something but her tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of her mouth. The only sound coming from her throat was a painful groan. She heard him chuckling to himself as the legs moved out of her sight. To her shock and surprise she could now see the far wall, and securely tied to it, her recent nemesis. Hilda was as much a prisoner as she was. Gone now were the leather panties and bra. Her only remaining articles of clothing were the net stockings and the boots. The woman's head hung down, her long blond hair covering her bare breasts. Karla could see a trickle of blood oozing down the side of her head and knew she was totally unconscious.

From her position it seemed funny to see a naked woman chained upside down to a wall. It was just the allusion though for it wasn't Hilda that was upside down. Karla tried to think of what this madman had in mind now. Two women at his mercy and he was a known killer. She didn't have long to wait. He was suddenly next to her, his feet just inches from her nose. "You bitches have caused me enough trouble. I should have known better than to leave you alone with Hilda in the house. Now you can both be my amusement for a while. I just wonder what the police will say when they find the two of you at the same time?"

His words sent a shudder through her and she felt a moment of panic. It appeared there was not much chance of her being rescued and this maniac was going to make a move before too long. She watched as the pair of feet walked away to cross to where Hilda was strung up on the wall. She could see him plainly now even if he was inverted to her eyesight. He had removed his clothing and was holding the massive dildo in his hand. It was fascinating to watch as he applied a thick glob of lubricant between Hilda's legs and then forced the dildo into her slit. Being unconscious was merciful because the sudden gush of blood left no doubt that something had torn. Karla could only guess at how that would have felt. She could just imagine how the woman was going to feel when she came to, and from the way Hilda was beginning to moan, it wasn't going to be very long.

The bastard finished his grisly work and returned to her side. She felt his hand as it moved to her pussy and began rubbing her hair to wipe off the blood. The feeling caused her to twitch and wiggle within her bonds and at the same time to stare at the woman on the far wall. The dildo had stretched her open to an almost unbelievable limit, as though she was holding a large pole between her legs. Karla saw her eyes flutter once and then fly open from the pain. She knew it was probably washing over Hilda without mercy. The scream that filled the room confirmed her prediction. She watched as Hilda threw her head back and continued screaming, her body gyrating and twisting within the ropes, trying to rid itself of the horrible thing embedded in it. Karla cringed even though she herself was in a very uncomfortable position. She had first hand knowledge of the unrelenting pressure and pain when the monstrous object was inserted in the vagina. Fortunately it hadn't torn any flesh when he had forced it into her.

What happened next was unbelievable in her mind and body. The man stood back to reveal an electrical cord where she could see it. "Time to pay, bitch. You won't be biting anyone else after I'm through with you."

She watched him insert the plug into a nearby wall socket. The blast of electricity that hit her was so shocking she couldn't believe it. A hideous jolt struck her nipples and pussy convulsing her body like the victim of an epileptic fit. She knew she was screaming but it wasn't registering in her mind, only the pain, the unforgiving, blistering pain. While she had been unconscious he had attached the electrical nightmare to her body. Now she was suffering the full effects of the hideous device. Pure electricity entering her body at the most sensitive locations was one of the most unforgettable pains she would ever experience.

The killer was also experiencing some of his own sensations. He was in a state of extreme excitement as he watched the women twist and convulse and listened to them screaming their lungs out. It was a heavenly sight for one so sick and perverted. His cock was so hard it was turning purple from the pressure of the blood pumping into it.

Growing tired of his game finally, he removed the plug from the wall. Karla had long since passed out and now hung limply like a side of beef, her ankles bloodied from her gyrations as the ropes held her to the overhead beam. The smelling salts made her gasp for breath as she came back to reality. Those same feet and legs still stood before her, the same hand rubbing and teasing her vagina. She shuddered at his feel but was unable to do anything more about it. He was enjoying the torture he was putting her through and he knew it. She struggled and twisted some more but it was too no avail. Hanging naked and upside down, feet and ankles tied to an overhead beam while some pervert petted and fondled her private parts was enough to send her into shock. She was afraid she was going to lose her sanity before she had a chance to do anything more than get herself murdered.

He finally tired of his game and turned his attention to Hilda, still hanging suspended on the far wall. Her breath was coming in large gasps from the screaming and pain of the massive dildo still filling her and stretching the lips of her labia so much. He walked to where she hung and gave the dildo another shove into her body bringing about another ear piercing shriek. "You shouldn't have let yourself be trapped so easily, Hilda. You betrayed me and you know what that means."

"Please," she gasped, "it was only one time, I couldn't help it. It won't happen again I promise."

"I know it won't, Hilda. I was growing tired of you anyway. I'm sort of grateful you made it so easy. Of course you realize I can't let you go and start telling all you know about me, now can I?"

"I'd never do that," she pleaded, fright filling her voice now. "You can't just get rid of me, not after what I've done for you."

"Oh, but I think it'll be a lot of fun getting rid of you. You can join your lover here, they'll find you both together."

Karla watched as he attached a small hose to the end of the already massive dildo. Then, quite cold bloodedly, he attached a high pressure air tank to the other end and began opening the valve. She could hear the hiss of air and Hilda's screaming that must have been heard outside of the house. It was horrible to listen to. It must have been horrible for the poor woman as the dildo grew larger from the air pressure. Her vagina was being enlarged even more. One final blast from her throat and lungs and Hilda fell silent. A hideous sound emitted from within her body and Karla figured something had broken inside. Blood gushed out and around the thing to run freely down the girl's legs and form a pool on the floor. She was quickly bleeding to death while Karla watched in horror. He undid the shackles and let her fall in a heap to the floor.

Turning his attention in her direction, he crossed the room and stopped just inches from her body. She could see his hard cock before her eyes, ooze and dribble making it shiny to look at. "I've run out of time for all this charade. Its your turn now."

A pair of steel handcuffs were used to secure her wrists behind her back before he cut her down. Then he carried her to the far end of the room and another device. This time it was a large drum shaped affair with eye bolts attached to the back of it and the same to the floor in the front. Pushing her against the curvature of the drum she felt it hit her in the small of the back. She was forced to lean backwards over the curve of the device until he could cuff her hands to the bolts behind the drum and tighten the tension. Then he bent down and hooked her ankles to the eyebolts in the floor. One half turn of the drum stretched her until her breasts stood straight pointing upward toward the ceiling. She was open to him completely. She shuddered at the thought of what was coming next and when he rubbed a handful of lubricating jelly between her legs, she knew there would be no resistance for him.

Wasting no time now, he took his massive hardon in hand and walked toward her. There was nothing she could do but lay and watch him coming. He simple stepped between her spread legs and placed the head of his cock into the goo between the lips of her vagina. Groaning deep in his throat he pushed his cock into her pussy. Laughing like a maniac, he sank it to the bottom of her vaginal canal. The excitement of the evening had made him extremely unstable. He began pounding against her with his hips forcing his shaft in and out of her helpless pussy like a piston in an engine. She tried to relax since there was nothing she could do about it anyway. It was horrifying. All she could see was the dead body of Hilda piled in a heap across the room. She wondered if he would kill her as soon as he had his climax.

She felt his throes of passion as his orgasm sent shudders through his body. His cock shaft swelled within her and she felt the scalding cum as it splashed into her with wild abandon. He screamed in passion at the top of his lungs, his hips wildly pounding into her. It lasted for what seemed like hours but must have only been seconds. Winding down, he finally withdrew his softening cock and stood panting near her. "Don't go away, girlie," he choked. "I'll be back to take care of you in a little while."

Karla watched as he staggered out the door, leaving her tied tightly in this hideous position. She could feel his cum mixed with the jelly leaking out of her slit and down her thigh. It nearly gagged her at the thought of him filling her with his filthy fluids. The pain in her back was growing steadily worse and she didn't know how long she could stand it before she would be in total agony.

It seemed like hours that he left her stretched to the drum. She could only lay still and imagine what a sight she would be right now. A nude woman tied backward over a large curved torture device, her legs open and cum running out of her ravaged pussy. She just prayed he didn't have any friends he wanted to invite in.

It was out of the corner of her eye that she first caught the movement. Hilda was inching in her direction. The amount of blood she had lost was pretty well conclusive that she was dying, but she was somehow managing to crawl toward Karla. Inch by inch she moved across the floor, a large trail of blood marking the path of her ordeal. Slowly she made it the full distance but by the time she got there she was unable to speak.

Agonizingly, she managed to push herself up until she could reach the key on the table. Then, with one last effort, she reached over and unlocked one of Karla's wrists. The cuff sprung open just as Hilda fell to the floor and lay still. Her skin had the awful white pallor of a person no longer alive. Karla was now certain she had freed her with her last living breath.

Working quickly, she reached across and got the key from the open cuff. Then she only had to open the other cuff and she was loose. Bending to untie her feet, she nearly fell as she realized the blood hadn't been circulating for quite some time. Staggering across the room, she hunted in vain for something to defend herself with. Anything, just to get her hands on something before he returned.

The only thing she could find was a large vase inside the cabinet he kept his toys in. Probably for cleanup work after his victims had departed. Holding it tightly in her hand, she crossed to the door and waited. It wasn't long before she heard the door opening. He stepped into the room, still naked and excited. She had no chance to do more than bring the vase down hard on his head. With a loud clunk and the tinkle of shattering glass, she watched as his knees collapsed and he fell to the floor. It was quick work from there to get the cuffs and immobilize him before he came to.

Like a woman possessed, she felt like she had super human strength as she drug him to the rack and secured him to it. Then, feeling free at last, she went hunting for a phone.  

 It had been nearly two hours and Karla was standing in Menzmer's Dungeon watching the medical examiner finish his workup on the body of Hilda Cronmeyer. For the moment, the horror of the past few hours hadn't taken effect. The patrol car Devlin had sent to retrieve some clothing for her was not back yet. She was still wrapped in a sheet they had found in an adjacent room and underneath she was still naked and dirty. Menzmer had been taken downtown for booking but Karla had refused to go to a hospital until she was sure they had left no loopholes for him to slip through. Even being an eye witness to the murder, she knew anything could go wrong in this day and age of criminal proceedings.

Watching Devlin made her uneasy but she couldn't put her finger on it. Then, quite suddenly, something told her to find a chair. As she turned to walk across the room she felt her body begin to tremble. She knew something was happening and it was happening fast. Devlin spotted her as she slowly began to slide down the wall and caught her before she hit the floor. "That's it, Sinclair. You're going to a hospital."

"I'll be okay. Just let me sit down for a little while."

"Bullshit! Somethings wrong and I'm not going to watch you kill yourself because you don't think I can do my job."

"All right, get me to a hospital, but for Christ's sake, don't mess up the crime scene, okay?"

It was during the ride back into the city. She had been leaning against the far door clutching the sheet around her. She had time to start thinking about what had happened to her. She was beginning to feel the truth and it was scaring hell out of her. She had a flashback to her childhood when she remembered playing cowboys and Indians with the boys in the neighborhood. How she had secretly enjoyed the feeling when they tied her up and left her in her father's toolshed as a captive Indian princess. She hadn't know anything about sex then, but she knew she liked the tight ropes and the pain they caused.

The memories of the ordeal caught up with her and she was suddenly horrified to discover a side of her that had been hidden in the recesses of her sub conscious. She was being confronted with the fact that her body had responded to Menzmer's torture and pain. She was realizing the horrible truth that she had the tendencies all her life and now they were coming out in the open. The desire for sado-masochism and bondage and the appalling part of it was that some of the dried juices covering her body were her own. She had been sexually excited during the torture and had refused to admit it to herself. Amidst the horror and chaos of the situation now going on, her mind was playing games with her. She suddenly felt the tears trickling down her cheek.

"You all right?" she heard him ask.

"No, not really."

"Pretty bad, huh?"

"You don't know the half of it. He was a real bastard. He killed that woman right before my eyes and didn't even flinch."

"Just a Goddamn miracle he didn't kill you."

"It was close. She saved my life. If she hadn't crawled across that floor and untied my hand, I cringe to think of what he was going to do next."

"Thank, God, he didn't get the chance. I was just starting to get used to having you around."

She managed a half chuckle and leaned back more against the seat. Watching Devlin, she started fantasizing about him doing all these things to her body and she realized she liked the idea. The though of sleeping with this guy had crossed her mind. Now she had to sit here under a sheet, naked and covered in another man's cum, and watch him with the embarrassment of being slightly turned on to her new found awareness.

It was much later now. The hospital had been as bad as the ordeal itself. Question after question, reports, examinations, vaginal smears and samples. It had been disgusting but at least it was over. They had found some tearing of her vaginal wall, but nothing too serious. The doctor told her she'd be back to normal within a couple weeks. Just lay off the sex for a while. She had laughed when he said that. She hadn't had sex with anyone for months except for her bout with Menzmer. She felt a warm flush overtake her though when she thought about Devlin.

Now they were heading toward her apartment. Devlin had long since ran out and picked her up something to wear. As he pulled the car to the curb in front of her apartment building she felt exhausted and worn out. "I better walk you up," he said.

"No, its all right. I'll be fine. A hot bath and things will look a lot better."

"Maybe, but I'm still going to walk you up."

Karla lived up one flight. She was thankful the landlady wasn't anywhere in sight to see her coming home in such a state of array. "Damn," she said suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't even have my purse or a key to get into my own apartment."

"Don't panic. Stay here and I'll find your landlord or something. We'll get you in if I have to break it down."

Five minutes later, Jim was back with a key in hand. Opening the door he followed her inside. "Here's your key. I told the old gal you'd get it back to her tomorrow."

"Thanks, Jim, . . . for everything, it was . . . awkward."

"I know, I hope you're all right tonight. Look, maybe afterwards, well, you know, maybe we could have a drink together or something?"

"I don't think so," she said. "Something happened to me today, I don't think I'd be very much fun anymore."

"That's not what I meant, Karla. I'm not looking for fun. I just got to know you, I'd hate to lose a friendship now. I thought perhaps coffee or lunch, sometime, after you're feeling better."

"Sure, okay, I'd go for that. Give me a few days to get back on my feet, okay?"

"You got it lady, you can count on it. See ya."

He was gone just like that. She was thankful he hadn't tried anything, especially right away. It would have been disastrous. No doubt about it.

The hot water lapped around her neck as she lay back in the old ancient tub. The tightness and tension slowly flowed out of her body as she luxuriated in the steamy hot bathroom. She looked down at her poor, abused body and felt hatred toward the scumbag who had put the ugly, black and blue blotches across her breasts and lower extremities. The doctor had said her vagina would heal soon, he hadn't said a word about how long before the discoloration went away.

An hour later, completely wilted from the heat, she crawled into her bed. Sleep overtook her quickly and she fell into a restless slumber filled with ongoing nightmares of horror and torture. Fantasy filled her being as she flashed back to her childhood. She could see herself bound tightly on the dirt floor of the toolshed, the boys dancing around her dressed like Indians. One of them began piling huge amounts of sticks and straw around her as if they were going to burn her at the stake. Then, Menzmer's face flashed before her, laughing hysterically and pointing at the little girl on the ground. She could see his grotesque form floating above her as he lit a match and threw it into the straw.

A scream tore from her throat as she found herself sitting upright in the bed. Her body was drenched in sweat and she trembled from the vision of her dreams. Weakly she climbed out of her bed and staggered into the living room. The clock read four o'clock and it was still dark outside. She was wide awake now and knew she couldn't get back to sleep.

Making a pot of coffee, she sat in her recliner and let her mind wander far and wide. All sorts of memories were locked deep within her subconscious mind and she vowed to bring them back. One way or another, she was going to find out what made her tick.

Slowly, the night turned into day and the days turned into weeks. Menzmer had had his preliminary hearing and with Karla's testimony, had been held over without bail for trial on the murder of Hilda Cronmier. Karla's days had been a slow nightmare of returning to work with her new found personality. Being a stiff collar cop by day didn't deter her thoughts of more bondage and discipline at night.

She found herself deep in thought one night about being tied spreadeagle to her bed. Sexual arousal washed over her and she tingled as she made her way to the bedroom. She was beyond reason as she sought to find some kind of relief. Frantically searching through some drawers, she found several old sets of handcuffs. Then she jumped onto her old four poster and removed all of her clothes. Somehow she managed to cuff her ankles to each corner of the bed. Now she lay back with her legs spread wide and began to fondle her well lubricated slit. As her finger slid over her wet clit she let out a moan of utter wanting.

Not thinking now, she fantasized about men she had known and especially Devlin. She slipped a cuff around each of her wrists and snapped one around the post above her head. Bringing herself to the brink of orgasm she squirmed in the throes of it and threw her other arm out above her head.

It was an act of fate, a freak accident, it couldn't happen, but it did. As her arm flailed in the air the cuff attached to her wrist clanked against the bedpost. The bar flew around the post and she heard the sickening sound as the ratchet teeth locked in place. She was trapped on her own bed just as well as if someone had placed her there. Her orgasm was forgotten in a split second as she realized what a predicament she was really in, nude and handcuffed spreadeagle on her own bed. Jesus, she thought to herself. What a stupid fucking thing to do. She began to feel panic as she lay trying to figure out a way to free herself. As the time slipped away she thought about how long before she starved to death or died of lack of water. She knew someone would find her before that could happen, but how would she live with being found like this.

She had to try something, she couldn't just lay here naked and waiting. She began to exert force with her leg against the posts. As she pushed and pulled she suddenly felt one of the posts give a little. Working frantically, she could feel it getting more and more easy. Looking down, she could see her own blood under the cuff around her ankle as she worked at freeing her foot. The metal was chafing her skin away but she was gaining way. Suddenly the post pulled loose from the top and her foot was free. Swinging her leg across she began kicking against the other post.

Within a couple minutes and a resounding crash, her other foot was free and she was able to pull herself up toward the head of the bed. Now she was able to double her knees and get her feet under her. Managing to stand in a bent position she was able to exert a lot more force. Praying outloud she heaved a sigh of relief when the post pulled out of the headboard. She was nearly free now. All she needed was to reach into her nightstand and find the extra keys she kept there.

Looking at her bed she could only shake her head. Three of the upright metal slats had been wrenched from the metal headboard and footboard. Her ankle was bleeding profusely and she felt waves of mortification washing over her. She couldn't believe she had let herself go so far as to get into a situation like this. Never again she vowed, never again. She made up her mind she was a cop, she was going to be a cop and she was not going to come home at night and think of crap like this to amuse herself.

Two days later, she looked up from her desk to see Jim Devlin standing in front of her. "Hello," she said. "What brings you up here?"

"If you need to ask I guess you forgot our date."

"What date? I didn't make a date."

"The coffee thing, remember? You said a few weeks. Well, its been a few weeks."

"Oh! I was hoping you forgot."

"Not me, lady. How about it? Just a cup of coffee with a hard working homicide cop?"

"Well, come to think about it, I'm sort of glad you're here. Let's go."

They sat in the corner of the coffee room at the rear of the building. She hadn't seen him since the prelim but she'd thought about him several times. She was certainly glad he didn't know about her episode in her bedroom. No one would ever hear that story.

"So, Sinclair," he said with a smile. "I've got you to coffee. How about a dinner next time?"

"You don't even know my first name and you want dinner?"

"Oh, hell. You can be exasperating sometimes, Karla. Take a flyer, who knows, you might like it."

Karla smiled at him and then pursed her lips for a second as if she were giving it a lot of thought. She already knew the answer. "Okay, Devlin. You win. Tell me when and I'll have dinner with you."

"Tonight, make it tonight."

"Tonight then. You know where I live. Make it about eight, okay?"  

The martini was icy cold, just the way she liked them. Jim sat across from her and smiled, a funny look on his face?"

"What?" she asked. "Why are you smiling?"

"Just the way you licked your lips, that's all. You attacked that thing like you were nervous. I hope its not me."

"It might be," she cooed. "I've been thinking about tonight ever since you left my office. I guess I'm a little nervous."

"Nervous how?"

"Hey, can't a woman have a secret or two?"

"Sure, but I don't get it. Why would going out with me make you act nervous?"

She looked into his eyes and then smiled again. "Okay, let's cut from the chase, shall we? Until a couple months ago you and the rest of your pals down in homicide thought of me in somewhat a different tone. Since that time, I've been abducted, abused, tortured, raped, humiliated and almost killed. Now all of a sudden you're interested in dating me. Wouldn't that make you nervous?"

"I suppose so, yes, but its not what you think. I just . . . well, hey let's face it. You're damn beautiful, why the hell wouldn't I be interested? Jesus, I'm human."

"Well good for you then. For a while I thought you just wanted to cash in on what some freak may have created."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that bastard raped me and did some other pretty awful things. I figure you just might think I don't give a damn anymore and might be a good piece of ass."

"No, not quite, young lady. You're being a little presumptuous. I figured you'd be a good piece of ass the first time I laid eyes on you. I was just hoping you'd survive so I could find out."

"Well, that's honest. At least I know what you did have in mind. I suppose now you're going to get me high on martini's and try and seduce me?"

He laughed then and the way his eyes sparkled made her feel giddy inside. "Well, I was going to feed you first. Let's say I was hoping. Deep down my guess was that it hasn't been long enough. You're probably still in a state of shock from what happened."

"I suppose you could be right, Jim, but I'm a cop. I'd like to think I'm a little above the average woman and can handle what happened. The guy inflicted pain and liked to torture women, I look at it as part of the job. He raped me. I wish he hadn't but I wasn't a virgin. I'm not in a state of trauma if that's what you're thinking."

"All right, I'll take your word for it then. I'm rather glad to see you're handling it so well."

"I'm handling it well enough now. It wasn't that easy the first week or so."

"Understood, Sinclair, understood. I'll quit trying to be a caretaker and let it rest then. Now, let me get you another martini."

"Wouldn't you rather make it with a woman who wasn't out on her feet. A few more of these and I'll be like a corpse."

"Well . . . yeah," he sputtered. "I didn't expect to hear that out of you. You've got a lot of spunk, girl. You have any suggestions?"

"We could eat, you're not getting off so easy. Then we could go to your place or something?"

She sat close to him during the ride across town. Somehow, without even so much as a kiss, he had worked his arm around her shoulders and his free hand was resting on one full breast. She was thrilled that it didn't bother her to have a man touching her again. While his fingers danced across the fabric raising her nipple until she thought she would go nuts, her fingers were doing the same to his cock. She could feel it steadily growing within his pant leg until she was sure he must be overly uncomfortable. "Look, Karla, if we're going to get anyplace tonight we better stop this right away. I've nearly ran off the road twice now."

"Okay, I'll stop, but only because we need to talk first. I have a request."

"Which is?"

"Look, Jim, I hope you don't get me wrong. I'm no goody two shoes. I figured you know that from the conversation we just had back there. I've discovered a few quirks and kinks that comes with the merchandise."

"Meaning what?" he asked.

"Meaning that Menzmer changed me. He found some of my flaws and made me realize who and what I am. Look, there was a couple times when that maniac was working me over that I . . . well, that I almost enjoyed what he was doing to me."

"Oh, shit!" he uttered.

"No, don't say that. Its not that bad." she replied. "I've always had a deep down desire inside of me about certain things and the other night I found out why. I enjoyed being tied up and pretending it was someone else."

"I see," he said. "So what are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say I pretended it was you and I'd like you to tie me up again. I'm trying to say that I've got some deep down perversion about bondage and pain and its out in the open now. I'm saying I want you to use me and make me scream with pleasure and get me hot and turned on and all that stuff."

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

"Yes. I'm sure. Does it offend you?"

Instead of answering her question he gunned the car forward and pulled around the corner into a dark street. Without warning he slammed the brakes on and slid to a stop. The momentum threw her forward nearly into the dashboard. While she was trying to regain her balance, she felt his strong hands take hold of her wrists. Cold icy steel locked around her wrists as she realized he had used his cuffs on her. He jumped out of the car and pulled her across the seat onto the ground. "Jim, what are you doing?"

"Giving you what you want, baby, just giving you what you want."

He shoved her toward the rear of the car. There he opened the lid and reached inside. Pulling out a short piece of rope he hurriedly bent her over the edge of the trunk and reached up under her skirt. She felt her bikini panties being pulled down her legs. Once removed he wadded them up into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth. The rope was used to tie around her head and make sure she didn't spit them out. With her hands cuffed behind her and the gag in her mouth, he lifted her and dumped her into the bottom of the trunk. "Enjoy yourself," she heard him chuckle.

It had happened so fast, she was in a state of shock. She couldn't believe how quickly he had acted. She had figured she'd have to do a lot of talking to get him to agree to anything, but this was nearly insane.

Every bump in the road jarred her as the car sped along. She could feel the cold air under her skirt and the thought of being tied and gagged was making her leak some juice. It was icy cold near her slit. He made several stops, leaving the vehicle for long minutes before returning and continuing on. After being locked in the trunk for nearly an hour, she was relieved to feel the car stop and then the lid being opened. It was dark, very dark. He didn't say a word, just lifted her out as lightly as a feather and dropped her to her feet. Once she was able to stand upright, she was shocked when he began tearing off her clothing. Grunting through the gag she tried to protest but it did no good.

The night air was sharp and chilly as her clothing disappeared into the open trunk of the car. Standing in the darkness, completely nude, she felt her nipples jump to full blossom from the cold air. She was grateful he left her high heels alone, at least she could walk.

Slamming the trunk lid down, he began pushing her through dense trees. It seemed like they walked for a long time until lights finally came into view ahead of them. Emerging into the open they were standing in front of a ramshackle old building. Jim stepped behind her and affixed a mask over her eyes. There were no eyeholes and she was blind. Then, she heard him knock on the door.

Fright stabbed at her as she heard the door opened and a man's voice demanded to know what they wanted. She was aware of her nudity and tried to turn away. Jim squeezed her arms and forced her to stay facing the voice. "I've brought the package just as I promised," she heard him say. "Make it good."

This time she hysterically tried to talk through the gag but it was no use. She tried to tell him she didn't want this or any other kind of games but it was no use. Hands reached out and took her from his grip. Seconds later she was being forced to walk through a warm, dank smelling hallway. She could tell from the echo of their footsteps that it was a wooden floor. Minutes passed until finally she was pulled to a stop.

Another minute passed, then she was pushed through some very heavy material that felt like curtains or draped. She couldn't see a thing but she felt her cuffs being unlocked only to have her arms raised above her head. Oh, God, she thought to herself. Just like before, he's going to tie me to an overhead beam or something. Sure enough, she felt the ropes around her wrists and then the tension of being pulled up on her tiptoes. She was being tied like before, her arms feeling like they were being wrenched out of the sockets. Her feet strained up on her toes to relieve some of the discomfort. Hands grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Ropes were tightened around her feet and she was stretched spreadeagle in midair, unable to talk.

As soon as the hands finished with her she heard footsteps walking away. It was deathly silent for a moment until she thought she heard a cough in the background. The cough seemed to break the spell and she heard wild cheers and applause. She felt horrified to realize she was being displayed before what sounded like a lot of people. She was like an exhibit on display before an audience and they were all applauding her sudden appearance.

She was frightened and tried to struggle within her bonds. Then she heard a woman's voice close to her ear. "Relax, child, relax. You can't stop it so enjoy. Your male friend said you wanted to be tied and made to scream."

Sure enough, she had said those words, but not like this, with Jim, not with a room full of nuts or perverts. Her body began to tremble and she felt like she might be going to pass out. Then she heard a soft buzz like the sound of a dentist's drill. A finger passed through the slippery slit between her legs and she gasped through the gag. Then as if by an unspoken command she felt hands rubbing her breasts and nipples. A powerful vibrator was applied to her clit and she felt her knees weaken. It was a most delicious feeling and she couldn't help moaning deep within her throat.

Soft lips suddenly surrounded her nipples, gently sucking them into fullness and exquisite pleasure. She felt her whole body begin to undulate within her bonds and the audience applauded once again at her erotic movements. She was suddenly transformed from a frightened woman into a woman of passion and wanton desire. The vibrator was attached to a dildo and it was being used expertly between the lips of her labia. Quite suddenly she was being driven insane with pleasure. Her mind suddenly turned to thoughts of Jim and how much she wanted him inside of her right now. It was magical and it was fantastic and what's more, no one could tell who she was, she was masked. She continued moaning louder and louder. It was all she could do with the gag in her mouth. Hands moved quickly behind her head and the ropes were untied. She spit the wad of cloth out and sucked in heavy amounts of air. Her moaning reached out across the room and dozens of those out in front picked up on her heat and joined in the moaning with her.

Next the blindfold was ripped away causing her to squint at the light. She could see dozens of people, male and female, all in stages of undress, many beginning to fondle and caress those sitting next to them. It dawned on her exactly what was taking place here. She was the main attraction at a sex club and being used to stimulate the members. Somehow, Jim had turned her over to a group of these people and they were getting pretty well heated up at the sight of her. She trembled again and then began to feel her body responding to the treatment she was receiving.

Glancing downward, she looked at the blond hair of the woman glued to her breast. She could hear her moaning softly in her throat as she sucked at her turgid nipple. It was like magic, it was unbelievable, it was fantastic. Her secret desires erupted and took over her body. She felt herself losing all self control and she didn't care. Hundreds of people were looking and watching as she was being violated in the most delicious way. She looked down farther to see another woman applying the massive vibrator to her clit. The jolt as the instrument touched the tip sent a shock wave roaring into her brain that took her breath away. She couldn't help it as she gave out a loud screaming moan that sent the audience into a frenzy.

Her head back as the pleasure washed over her again and again, she could see men on top of women right in the audience pumping away as if no one were around. It was extremely erotic to watch as the vibrator and the hot mouth worked on her quivering body. She could feel copious amounts of her love juice leaking down onto her thighs and wished she had a man to share it with. The desire for a hard male cock was enormous within her sexually aroused body. It was a torture like none she'd ever known before. It was driving her slowly insane and she was becoming addicted to it. Massive sexual turn-on while a hundred people watched her squirm and moan.

She felt the muscles in her groin and vagina knotting up as they drew near to climax. Apparently, so did the person working on her. Her pleasure was quickly cut short and she nearly cried for want of it to continue. Several hands were on her body and she felt the ropes being removed. Hurriedly, they dragged her nude body off the framework and back through the heavy curtains. Gasping from the quickness of their movements she could only go along with them. Her arms and legs were held tightly to prevent a sudden run-a-way women in their little game parlor.

She was carried to an open doorway and thrown inside. Her momentum carried her forward into a darkened room where she stumbled into the edge of something soft. Unable to stop her forward movement, she screamed as she began falling. She was extremely grateful when she crashed down to a soft mattress where she bounced once before becoming still.

Her breath was coming in jagged gasps as a dim light glowed to life near her head. She gasped in fright for a second at the sight of a naked man next to her on the bed. Then she recognized Jim Devlin, he was smiling down at her. "Having fun yet?" he asked.

"You bastard," she muttered at him under her breath. "How dare you put me through something like this."

"Come on, Sinclair. You asked for something like this, now admit it."

She didn't say anything for several seconds and then turned to him. "Where did you ever come up with a bunch like this?"

"Oh, its a long story. I met one of them a couple years ago while I was working a murder case. One thing led to another and, well, now I stop in once in a while to watch the fun."

"You call that fun?"

"What do you call it, Karla? It sounded to me like you were having fun."

"All right, I admit it, I was having some fun out there. My, God, I didn't realize how hot I could get."

"Still hot?" he smiled at her.

"Yes you asshole. Look at me, I'm covered in my own juices."

"Then I'm glad it wasn't a disappointment.

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

He slid up between her open legs and she luxuriated in the feeling of his naked body as she guided his cockhead to the entrance of her smoldering pussy. The head of his cock momentarily rubbed her course pubic hair, nearly driving her wild. She felt his weight shift as he lowered his hips against her. The next feeling was one of heavenly bliss, the feeling of a hard male sliding slowly between the lips of her pussy. Her labia opened for him as he lowered himself into her, driving the magnificent shaft deep like a spear. She felt the air in her lungs rush through her throat, emitting a loud, sensuous moan as it emerged from her lips. She was in an ecstatic void with massive bolts of raw sensation washing over and through her body, and all of it centered between her spread legs.

Time stood still for them as he began the ancient ritual of driving his hard organ in and out of her steamy tunnel, every thrust sending overwhelming sensation into the very center of her brain and body. Her breathing quickened and became labored as she arched her back to the cadence of his rhythmic movement downward, meeting him thrust for thrust. His panting breath tore at her ear as he pumped harder and faster into her with every stroke. She felt the first tell tale signs of orgasm building within her and moaned in his ear to hit her harder. Like a piledriver he slammed downward again and again, hammering into her with wild, screaming abandon. The sweat bathed them and ran off onto the bed clothes and still they thrashed and flailed at each other.

As if of their own volition her legs closed in around his hot body, squeezing him like a huge python and pulling him even tighter against her. She was now riding upward with his every withdrawal, her clit sliding and rubbing the hardness of his shaft until she knew she was going to scream. She felt the magic of the moment as the hidden trigger slipped and fell to push her over the top and down the other side like a runaway rollercoaster. Her first climax was one of the most gigantic she had ever experienced. It hit her like a massive hammer, her muscles knotting and bunching as it washed over and through her body. The scream she emitted must have been heard clear out to the audience. On and on, over and over she screamed as each wave hit her and tore away at her nerve centers.

Her hips thrust upward nearly throwing him off like a wild bronco. Climax after climax stabbed into her as Jim tightened his grip and held on for dear life. The greatness of her orgasm was more than he could resist and he too thundered over the top to ride the thunderbolt with her. She had never experienced such massive thrusts as he hit her with, over and over with his rock hard cock, deep to the bottom of her vagina, countless times did it hit her membrane and every time she climaxed with it.

Sobbing and screaming, unable to move any longer, she slowly eased her frantic gyrations until she lay still. Her panting breath came in great gulps of air as she tried to focus her eyes and found she was unable to see him clearly. Sweat burned her eyes and ran off her in rivulets and all she could do was lay and cherish the feelings she had encountered.

It was over. Jim lay on top of her, his breath also labored and panting. She could still feel his cock pulsating inside of her but it was beginning to shrink already. Wantonly, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed at the thought of his magnificent cock getting soft. How long before he'd be ready to go again. She laughed softly at her own thoughts and just lay still savoring the moment. "What's so funny?" he gasped.

"Nothing, I feel so magnificent right now, that's all." 

"So do I. Jesus, you're like a tiger when you get turned on."

"You seem to have hit on the right combination, at least for tonight anyway."

"In other words, you're not always like this?"

"Not hardly. I couldn't take it like this too often. I feel like I've been hit with a truck."

"Yeah, me too. Come on, I happen to know they have a large hot spa in the place. You'll feel like a million bucks before you know it."

Two hours later, they could hear the crowd above them as they lay back in the giant hot swimming pool, luxuriating from their recent bout at lovemaking. "There must have been a lot of revelry tonight from the sound of things up there," he said.    

"Sounds like. I don't see how they could keep going so long."

"Oh, this is nothing. I've heard them go all night."

"You come out here that often?" she asked.

"Not that often, but yes, I like to drop in occasionally."

"You sound like a real deviate, Devlin." she chided at him.

"I probably am. Didn't you ever hear how cops are the kinkiest of all. It's all them handcuffs and tough stuff," he laughed.

She thought about it for a minute and then had to agree he was probably right. She had heard where most law people at one time or another had ideas along this line. "I guess you're right," she said finally, "I just found out during the past few days how I feel. You really got me hooked tonight."

"Don't let it go to your head."

They were just about to climb out of the tub when they noticed a small group of club members coming into the room. Karla would have expected them to be totally naked or something like that, but this group was still wearing the long black robes she had first observed on the one that greeted her at the door. She didn't think anymore about it as she climbed out of the water and wrapped a towel around her naked midriff.

She felt Jim next to her and they began heading for the exit door. The group seemed to somehow step in front of them as they tried to pass. "Going someplace?" one of them asked.

"Yeah," Jim answered. "We've just about boiled ourselves out. Time to get dressed and head home."

"Sorry," the man answered. "Joseph sent us down after you. He says to tell you it's time to pay the piper."

"And just what's that suppose to mean?" Jim asked.

"Oh, I figure you're smart enough to figure that one out.

"You've got to be kidding. That's not part of the deal."

"The deal as you call it is simple. You've been coming out here for, how long, a year now? You've enjoyed yourself at our expense, now its time to pay us back a little. You had fun fuckin our women, now we need a little something in return. Joseph is in some trouble, he has to furnish a reluctant couple to another club, he says to tell you he's sorry but there's not enough time to come up with one else. So, you're it."

"You're fuckin with the wrong people, pal. You realize who you're talkin to?"

"A couple of cops? You think we didn't go over that already? Who better suited than you two. You going in and tell your boss you were abducted by a bunch of sex crazed fanatics? I doubt if he'd be understanding when we showed him some of the video files we've made during the past year."

"You bastards! You've got it all figured out."

"Of course. Have fun and come visit us anytime."

Jim spun on his heels but there was no place to run. Several sets of hands were suddenly on both of them and they were being led out of the pool area. They both struggled feebly but it was of no consequence, more a token gesture than anything. They were had and they both knew it. They were led to a room back of the pool area. There, the attendents led them separately to different walls. After removing the towels, iron neck bands were fitted around their throats and they were left alone as the group exited the room.

It was somewhat diabolical if it weren't for the fact they were being held prisoner by what used to be considered friends. Their neck bands were attached to chains which were in turn attached to the walls. They found they could walk only to a point where they were just out of reach of each other. This way, each could stare at the others nudity but could do nothing about it. Neither realized how this could effect a person until they'd been in the room for several hours. Then, their imagination began to take hold.

The fantastic episode they'd experienced a few hours ago began to cross their minds, and with it, memories of how each had nearly gone insane with lust. The lust began to creap back into their bodies and soon, they were both wishing they could at least touch one another. Karla didn't have to be a mind reader to tell Jim was being effected at the sight of her nude body. His cock began swelling and throbbing and as she watched it grow, she too began to heat up. Her breasts swelled and the nipples grew hard. The more she remembered of his lovemaking, the more heated she became. Soon, Jim stood chained to the wall with a magnificient hard cock jutting out in front of him and Karla could feel the wetness of her juices seeping down her inner thighs. "We've got to get this off our minds," she heard him say.

"How?" she whispered. "I think they expected this to happen."

"Of course they did. That's why they left us like this. I'm about to go nuts watching you but we've got to stop. Close your eyes, maybe it'll help."

She was just about to sit down in the corner when the door opened and the black robed figure entered their cell. She heard him chuckle. "I see its working, good."

"What's working?" Jim grunted.

"The drug you ingested when you drank the water in the pool room."

"What drug?"

"Something we've been using for quite a while now. Mixture of spanish fly, yohimbine, and some other stuff from Africa. We find it works like a charm. You two will be hot for the next day and a half."

"Oh, my God," Karla cried. "You can't be serious?"

"Oh, but I am my dear. Its just starting, wait until it really gets hold of you. You'll be able to fuck for hours on end, like a machine, only with intensified feeling. You'll love it."

"Not chained to a wall like this we won't."

"Oh, yes, that's why I'm here. Your transportation has arrived. We'll miss you but I'm sure you're going to enjoy your visit."

Several masked men then entered the room. The chains were unlocked and they were led out of the room. Once outside, black bags were tied around their heads so they couldn't see anything. It was simple from there. They were led outside the building and shoved into some kind of vehicle. Minutes later, securely fettered and unable to move, they felt the movement of the vehicle as they were taken away.

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