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{ASSM} "Rapture" {Dancer} (MF, viol) [2/2]
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Disclaimer/Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions
of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual
activity in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors. Kids?
Try this stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS
ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at
your child before you graduate. Don't rush into 'It' -
it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks
around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) In any case,
should this find its way into minors' hands, neither I nor
Dancer should not be held responsible - I DID warn them.
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Editor's Note: Is this how Larry Dixon feels? :)
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Rapture. Part Two
By Dancer
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Before Sam could reply, someone interrupted by pounding on
the door. Quickly, Kuemper pulled on her discarded T-shirt
and jeans and left to answer it. She checked the peephole,
saw it was her friend, Cyndi, and unlocked the door. Cyndi
entered and shut it behind her.
"Hey Kem, is Sam still here?" Cyndi asked.
"Yeah, he's throwing some clothes on." Sam walked in and
finished tucking his shirt in.
"Sam, I need to know where your Kappa Theta Delta shirt
is." Cyndi stated. He looked a bit confused so she
elaborated. "Two years ago, you helped on a concession
stand sponsored by that sorority. It's like the one
Kem has on now."
"It should be back in my apartment somewhere," he replied.
"I'll need you to take me there and show me," she ordered,
going into police mode.
"Let me finish getting dressed."
"Can I come with you?" Kem wanted to know.
"I think it'll be all right," Cyndi said. Kem and Sam
dressed quickly and followed Cyndi out of the building to
her car. Before they left the parking lot, Cyndi called
her partner Deb on her cell phone and asked Deb to meet
them at Sam's. Fifteen minutes later, the trio arrived and
Deb pulled in after them. All four went inside the complex
and Sam unlocked his door. He led Deb to his bedroom. Cyndi
stood in the doorway, keeping an eye on them and Kem ended
up in the bathroom.
Sam dug into his dresser and searched for the shirt while
Deb watched him carefully. "I can't find it here. It might
be in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom," he said.
Deb pointed to his closet. "Would you mind looking in the
closet, please?"
"Sure, no problem." He slid the door opened and began
thumbing through his clothes.
Kem stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was going on in the
other room, but Cyndi blocked her view. Kem turned, dropped
the lid and sat down on the toilet. Her eyes roamed over
the small area and spied the basket of clothes. The shirt
was impossible to miss with its neon green color and she
drew it out.
* * *
Alyssa, Kuemper and several other girls were in the Kappa
house's kitchen putting on their new shirts. Kappa Theta
Delta was sponsoring a concession stand for the homecoming
festival and paid for shirts that those people working the
stand would wear. The neon green background complemented
the deep red letters of the house and made them nearly
impossible to miss.
Alyssa kept scratching at her collar. "This tag is driving
me nuts! Can somebody cut it out?"
"I've got nail clippers in my purse," Kem told her. "Let me
get them and I'll do it for you." She unzipped her bag and
pulled them out.
The blonde drew her hair up. "Thanks a bunch." Clip, clip,
clip.
"It's out." Alyssa dropped her hair and faced Kem.
"It feels better already." She rubbed her neck against the
tagless shirt.
* * *
The tag was gone. Kem realized why the detectives wanted
his shirt: Alyssa's *had* a tag when it shouldn't have. She
took a deep breath, then made the biggest decision of her
life. She promptly exchanged her Kappa shirt for the one
she found and threw hers in the basket. As she adjusted the
bottom over her waist, Cyndi spoke. "Kem, could you step
into the living room? Sam has to look in there."
"Okay," Kem replied, moved in the hall and to the living
room.
Sam stepped through the doorway. "Here it is." He handed
the top to Deb.
She pulled a plastic bag from her pocket and
conscientiously put the item inside. "I'll have to take
this to forensics for testing." 'Meep, meep, meep,'
screamed both cops' beepers. They checked simultaneously
and saw the code flash on the screen. "Let's go Cyn." She
stared Sam in the eye. "We'll be in touch, so don't leave
town."
"I'm not planning on it," he said. Deb and Cyndi left and
their cars screeched out of the parking lot.
* * * * *
Dave was scared shitless. He only wanted to ask Becky how
her chemistry exam went and he found her dead. 'Thank God
the police showed up so I can vomit in peace!'
Deb waited outside the public bathroom for the kid to
finish throwing up. 'Poor guy,' she thought, glad Cyndi was
working on the crime scene. 'I might take a turn when he
gets done.'
Cyndi gingerly picked the vibrator out of the feces on the
floor and bagged it. The police photographer snapped
pictures of the restraints, bowl of vanilla pudding, table,
and Becky Hartley. Uniformed officers and two other
homicide detectives searched, found and bagged evidence
while she stayed with the victim. Her training told her
Becky's death happened within a few hours of discovery and
they were close to finding the killer. Doubt about Sam
worried her until the coroner spoke.
"Detective Martin?"
"Yes?"
"I can give you a pretty narrow time of death. Between 6:30
and 8:00 this evening."
"How so?" Her brain rapidly thought out the timeline. Sam
got to Kem's about 6:45 and if he stayed with Kem until she
knocked on the door, he had an alibi.
"Well, the feces and urine are fairly fresh and the only
signs of lividity are on the victim's feet below the
scarves. To really pinpoint, I'd have to check her stomach
contents."
An officer cut off Cyndi's reply. "Detective Martin, come
take a look in the bathroom." She stepped carefully and
walked to the open door. The officer held a tampon stained
with blood in his gloved hand. "Look under the sink." Cyndi
knelt, pulled the cabinet egress ajar and saw a plastic
baggie half-empty of pink envelopes.
She grinned from ear to ear. "I can't find any tampons,
Officer Briggs. Only a bag of maxi pads."
Briggs sealed the used tampon in an evidence container. "I
didn't find any either." The two talked with the other
searchers. After twenty minutes of frantic looking, nobody
found any tampons anywhere. Cyndi took the tampon to the
coroner.
"How fast can you analyze the blood on this?"
He held it up. "I'll take it to the lab and put all my
staff on it. A general genetic profile and blood type
definitely."
"We'll get the blood types of all the suspects over to you
for a possible match. Thanks doc." Cyndi left the crime
scene to find Deb.
* * * * *
"I wish I'd worked up the courage earlier to talk to
Becky."
Deb patted him on the shoulder. "You might have gotten
yourself killed, Dave. Right now the best way to help Becky
is to tell me everything you can remember about the past
week." She flipped through her notepad. "You said earlier
that Becky was hanging out with a Lucy Swanson. Can you
elaborate on that?"
Dave wiped his nose against his sleeve. "Yeah. Becky met up
with Lucy at the laudromat on 12th and Rose. I have a car
and gave Becky a ride over there 'cause the dryers here
were busted. Anyway, Lucy was already there doing her
laundry and we threw Becky's clothes in the dryers and sat
down. I started flipping through one of the rag mags there
when Lucy says, "Hey, are you pledging to Kappa house?" "
"Why did she ask Becky that question?"
"I guess she noticed Becky had one of Kappa's pledge pins
on. So Becky tells Lucy, "Yeah. They accepted me last
week." Lucy starts smiling and gets all friendly. They kept
yakking about sororities and stuff until Becky's clothes
got done. We put them back in the basket and I took it out
to my car."
"Did you hear anything else?"
"No. But they were talking after I was outside. I could see
them through the big window."
Deb wrote a few notes. "Do you know if Lucy ever contacted
Becky again after that?"
"I saw them together a couple times later, thick as
thieves."
"Remember where, Dave?"
"Once at the supermarket in the," Dave blushed, "*girl
stuff* and another time Becky asked me to drop her off at
that gay bar on the east side."
"You were with Becky both times?" He nodded. "Did she say
why she was meeting Lucy at the gay bar?"
"She'd get to giggling so bad that all she ever said was,
'Lucy wants me to see her side of life.'" He swallowed
audibly. "Do you think Lucy was hitting on Becky?"
"I don't know. Maybe she was. Maybe Lucy and Becky were
just testing the waters."
Dave sat slack-jawed for a while. "That's cool."
Deb stood up and put her pencil and notepad in her pocket.
"Thanks for talking with me. You'll have to come to the
station tomorrow to give a formal statement."
"All right." He escorted her to the door. "I hope you catch
whoever did this."
"I'll do my best. Good-bye Dave." Deb went into the hallway
and bumped into Cyndi.
"We've got to pull all the paperwork and look for blood
types."
"What did you find?"
Cyndi ushered Deb out to her car. "Just the case-breaking
tampon."
Deb unrolled her window. "So Sam is in the clear if this
pans out."
Her friend pinched Deb's cheek. "And they lived happily
ever after."
* * * * *
Sam feathered his fingers in Kem's hair, kissing her
gently. "I said, I love you."
Kem's face pinkened. "I...I don't know what to say. We've
only had one night together."
"You've shown me how to be gentle when making love. The
other women told me I was stupid. I didn't know that a guy
can follow a gal's lead. Kem, maybe you didn't consciously
show me how to please you, but whatever you did worked.
Maybe 'I love you' isn't right to say but you're important
to me and I want to be with you."
"Then show me," Kem said. Sam picked her up in his arms,
carried her to his bed and laid her down. He stripped off
his clothing, then went to work on her. Her shirt first and
he paid homage to her breasts. His mouth sucked each nipple
erect and trailed butterfly kisses down her belly as he
unzipped her jeans. She raised her hips and he whipped them
down her legs. Draping her knees on his shoulders, he moved
to her mound. His thumbs separated the damp labia to reveal
her womanhood. He licked her wetness away and flicked the
tip of his tongue rapidly on her clitoris. "Ooooo," she
moaned, grasping his head. "You're getting me so -hot-,
Sam. I want you inside me."
He removed her legs and knelt between her thighs, pumping a
hand on his dick. "I don't have any rubbers. Do you still
want me, Kem?"
"Yes, I want you. Just pull out and cum on my belly."
"I'll try," he answered. He guided the head to her opening
and slid to the hilt. "God, you're wet," Sam groaned and he
began fucking her. Her pussy milked him with each thrust.
He watched her pinch and twist her nipples and a flush
spread over them. She left them to grab her legs above the
knee and hold her thighs apart.
"I'm close. I'm so close." Her voice turned into a drawn
out keening and her opposing thrusts quickened. Her cum
showered his cock as her pussy tightened. Sam felt his
climax overtake him and he pulled out. His right hand
stroked his manhood and he spurted his load across her
belly. He collapsed next Kem with his chest heaving. She
coated her hands with his cum and rubbed the sticky fluid
all over her breasts. "That was wonderful. Even better than
the first time."
"It happened too fast for me," Sam gasped, "but I don't
think I can manage a hat trick."
Kem chuckled and turned into his body. "I just need a
shower and sleep."
"You can walk after that?"
"I gotta clean up the mess you made on me," she replied and
kissed his cheek. She crawled out of bed and walked to the
door. "You can join me if you want. We'll only get cleaned
off, I promise."
"That I can do." He followed her into the bathroom and they
showered each other. After drying off, the two returned to
the bed and snuggled under the covers for some much-needed
rest. As they slept peacefully, the police closed in on the
killer.
* * * * *
Homicide buzzed in anticipation. Detectives and officers
poured over the ton of paperwork trying to narrow down the
list of suspects. Deb and Cyndi sat at their respective
desks comparing their notes with eyewitness statements and
hoping something would help them. It was 6:00 am, ten hours
since the last victim was discovered, and the caffeine
flowed heavily. A young officer walked into the squad room
and approached Deb and Cyndi.
"Excuse ma'am, I have the new lab results from forensics,"
he told Deb and held out a manila folder.
"Thank you, Officer," she replied as she took the reports.
She flipped open the folder and scanned the papers. One
caught her eye and she pulled it out. "It says they found a
match of blood types off the tampon and a bandage. Where
did we find the bandage?"
Cyndi answered, "Emily Pena. We pissed off Lieutenant
Jackson and he gave us garbage detail." She paused in
thought. "I can't recall why I bagged it, but she didn't
have any cuts or abrasions on her."
"The original report says the blood on the bandage was
'unknown'. How did they piece together that and the
tampon?"
"The pathologist told me to tell you that the blood from
the tampon had a similar make-up to the bandage," the
officer said. "He ran every test on the bandage blood and
found low sugar. When he ran the same tests on the new
sample, it came up low sugar, too."
The bells rang loudly in their heads. "A diabetic," Deb
whispered.
Cyndi got up. "I'll tell the rest and you can tell the
lieutenant." She went to the nearest group as Deb left to
face the boss. Moments later, Lt. Jackson gathered his
charges together.
"Attention officers, we've got a break in the case." People
faced him with anticipation. "Forensics matched blood
samples at two different crime scenes. Start checking all
female suspects for any mention of low blood sugar and/or
diabetes. When you've finished, I want all detectives in my
office."
Everyone jumped to their computers. Forty-five minutes
later, Deb, Cyndi, and six other detectives carried their
collective list into the lieutenant's office. They gathered
around his desk and gave him the paper. He looked it over.
"OK, we've narrowed it down to four women. You'll take four
uniforms apiece with you for backup. Anderson and Campbell,
you got Patricia Marks. Kennedy and Wilcox, take Kelly
Brown. Masters and Martin, Lucy Swanson. Perkins and Davis,
Elizabeth Tobin. They are to be brought in for questioning
ONLY. Nobody is being arrested. Don't make a public
spectacle of this. If anything pans out, I'll get an arrest
warrant from the judge." He looked each one in the eyes.
"Be careful."
The detectives filed out, gathered their backup and went to
the garage. Deb and Cyndi got in Deb's Crown Victoria and
pulled out. They drove to Lucy Swanson's address with the
squad cars trailing them. When they arrived, the uniforms
parked out of sight and the two ladies parked in front.
They stepped onto the stoop and Deb rang the doorbell.
The door opened and a young woman with dirty blonde hair
spoke. "Can I help you?"
Cyndi and Deb showed her their badges. "I'm Detective
Martin and this is Detectives Masters," Cyndi answered.
"We'd like to talk to you."
The woman smiled. "It's about time you people found me. I
didn't think it would be long after that guy interrupted me
and Becky."
Deb pulled out the Miranda card. "Lucy Swanson, you're
under arrest for the murder of Becky Hartley. 'You have the
right to remain silent. If you give up this right, anything
you say may be held against you in a court of law. You have
the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you. Do you understand each of
these rights as I have explained them to you?' "
"Yes I do."
"Could you turn around and place your hands on your head?"
Cyndi asked as she drew out her handcuffs. Lucy complied
and she was handcuffed, then escorted to the nearest squad
car.
* * * * *
Sam and Kuemper moved in together and are the parents of
two boys, Nathaniel and Luke.
* * * * *
Lucy Swanson confessed to killing Danielle Hollings, Sarah
Martin, Emily Pena, Nancy Sager, Alyssa March-White, Sally
Keller, Kimberly Taylor, Marie Jamison and Becky Hartley.
Miss Swanson was found guilty on nine counts of first-
degree murder and sentenced to nine life terms to be served
consecutively. As she was escorted out of the courthouse,
she gave a brief statement. "I killed Alyssa (March-White)
because she got into Kappa Theta Delta instead of me. The
others I killed just to see if I could get away with it."
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Editor's Postscript: There, 'they all lived happily ever
after' - even Lucy whose faith in the criminal justice
system has finally been renewed! ("It's about time you
people found me.":)
I have vague recollections of the 'murder' but can't
remember if Dancer wrote it in originally, or just
explained it to me: Lucy WAS hitting on Becky, and they got
together at the victim's place for the n'th time, but this
time Lucy said "Let's try something different." She ties
Becky to the kitchen table, and uses a vibrator on her
until she passes out. Then Lucy pulls out a big bowl of
vanilla pudding (presumably she made it at an earlier
occasion), places it on the table and drops Becky's face
into it, letting her smother. Exotic way to go, huh?:)
Oh, and in Dancer's original story Sam WAS the killer -
bumping off these women for ridiculing him for this gaffe
or that - Kuemper helps him 'see the light' and he recants.
I expressed the problem that they'd end up separated when
he got arrested and imprisoned for the murders, so Lucy
Swanson was created. That was the fun part: coming up with
a new killer and a motive that fit the story so far AND was
neither trite and cliched nor unbelievable. So did she
succeed? :)
And you lesbians out there can relax - neither of us is
making generalizations: Lucy wasn't gay, but just playing
the part to trap Becky. :)