Ladycop

                                 Chapter 4

     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?"