Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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