~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII) Chapter 8 [1/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:30:54 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 8
The sun broke through the ever ominous fog of San Francisco
Bay like a giant red fireball. It's rays creeping out across the
city and across Karla's desk top as she sat pushing a pen across
yet another report form in an attempt to close the file on
Menzmer once and for all. Every so often she stopped and stared
out the window. Her mind wandering off to think about Jim and the
adventure of a few nights ago. Twisting in her chair she could
see him on the other side of the room, he too writing furiously
on one of the departments boring forms.
True to his word, the cult leader had made sure they were
returned to the bay area the next day after their performance.
Tired, worn out, in need of rest and a hot bath, they had been
dumped near Jim's car. He had driven her home and begged off
coming up for coffee. She wasn't sure but she felt like something
had changed in him. He was once again the staunch, hard bitten
cop. It puzzled her but she shrugged it off as something he had
to do to forget their ordeal together. She supposed he had been
humiliated enough by what had happened and wanted to forget it as
best he could.
The Menzmer case solved, they had been informed by the
Chief's Office they would be receiving a medal from the Mayor.
They hadn't even completed the report writing yet and were
suppose to be downtown in a few short hours. She found it hard to
write a report giving details of what Menzmer had done to her,
but after procrastinating this long it was now time to get it
over with for good.
Shortly before noon she was startled to hear a noise behind
her. Turning, she looked up to find Jim standing close to her. He
had a sober look on his face, and appeared to be somewhat
perplexed. "Look, Karla, there's something . . . well, I mean,
about the other night . . . well, what I mean is . . .
"Spit it out, Devlin," she said, "you've had something on
your mind. What are you trying to say?"
"About the other night . . . I was wondering if, well, I was
wondering if you enjoyed it as much as I did?"
She looked into his eyes for a moment and then smiled. "Of
course I enjoyed it, I thought you knew that?"
"No . . . that is, well, did you, well did you enjoy the
other, the bondage and stuff?"
She couldn't figure what he was trying to get at. He seemed
so very unsure of himself right now. "Yes, I enjoyed the bondage
and stuff. Now will you shut up about it around here? Someone
might overhear."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Look, I didn't know how to bring this
up. There's a place across the bay in Sausalito. I've been trying
for two years to wangle an invitation but they're very tight
about it. I just got a tip from a guy I know, well actually, one
of my stoolies. He said he heard from a friend about the club up
in Marin County and they had voted to invite me. Its a fun club
of, what the hell, sex games and things, you know, swingers. It
might be the same one we were just at for all I know. Anyway, he
says they were sort of looking for new people who could keep
their mouths shut and decided to issue the invite."
She held up her hand for a second. "So what are you getting
at?" she asked.
"I'm getting at would you like to try it again . . . err,
with me, I mean sometime? I mean not right away or anything like
that but sometime?"
"Is it safe? The last time wasn't exactly what you had
planned you know?"
"I know, but my source says this one is okay."
"I'm a little skeptical. This is pretty kinky stuff we're
getting into you know? What if we get caught?"
"We'd probably lose our jobs. I can understand how you feel.
Let's just forget it."
"No. You lit a fire in me, Jim Devlin. If you want me to go
with you, then, yes, I'll go."
"Okay, I'll see what I can do. I'll let you know when."
He turned to walk away and then hesitated. Spinning around
on his heels he took a step closer to her. "How about dinner
tonight?"
The question caught her by surprise and she had to think for
a second. "All right, what time?"
"I'll pick you up at seven, that sound all right?"
"Fine, now I think we better get down to city hall. I
certainly wouldn't want to keep the mayor waiting."
It was nearly two weeks before Jim let her know the
arrangements had been made for their little adventure to Marin
County. Two weeks also of trying to convince Karla there was
nothing to worry about. It was a club of well off influential
people from one of the richest counties in the country, and they
just had weird ideas of having fun, that was all. It was going
to be fun and games and nothing more. She still felt a sense of
apprehension but she also had to admit she had found a dark side
of herself. The thought of going with him into another of these
adventures was exciting and appealing to her wild side. "This is
really kinky shit, Devlin," she said. "We're two grown people and
two cops from San Francisco. What in hell are we doing going to
Marin County to take part in a sex club?"
"I know, I know, it is pretty kinky crap," he retorted. "I
can still make a call and cancel us out."
"No, its all right. Its so damn naughty and nasty that I've
been excited all day just thinking about it. I've got to give it
a try just to see what happens. Who knows, might be the high
point of our lives."
The ride across the Golden Gate didn't take very long at
all. Karla looked out across the bay and could see the heavy fog
banks forming off of San Quentin. A few minutes north of the
bridge Jim turned off the freeway and pulled to the side of the
road. She could see hundreds of houses scattered across the
hillsides and all the way down to the beach. Pulling out his
direction map he turned on the map light. "Okay," he said. "Its
about a mile from here along the water's edge and behind that
dark building up there ahead."
At the bottom of the hill they turned into a dark,
foreboding road. The car lurched and bounced over the muddy and
rocky roadway of sorts until they came to a heavy chain blocking
their way. Out of the darkness appeared one sole figure. He told
them to leave the keys in the ignition and follow him.
Together they stumbled along a narrow trail, following the
figure ahead through the darkness. After what seemed like an
eternity they were told to stop and wait. They were at the base
of a large, dark hillside and there was a huge house built back
into the side of it. The figure knocked at a door and within
seconds, Jim and Karla were being guided down a long corridor
into the very bowels of the building. Soon they were pulled to a
stop in front of a large heavy door and then pushed inside.
As they entered, a man with a deep voice wearing the ever
present black cloak was waiting to greet them. Naturally they
couldn't see his face but he invited them to follow him down into
one of the lower chambers where he offered them some wine. Jim
was pleased they were being greeted so cordially and friendly. He
began to relax and rely on what his informant had told him.
Walking with Karla, they sipped the wine as the mysterious guide
gave them a guided tour of the underground dungeons. They were
very surprised to how complete the facility really was. There
were several dungeons available for anyone wishing to use one,
all fully equipped and ready to go. The main dungeon was built
into an amphitheater with a raised stage and surrounded with
comfortable, theater seats. A very functional bondage club to say
the least. The wine was a splendid vintage and they both had a
second glass.
Returning to the center stage room, they noticed people
beginning to enter and take seats. Jim began to wonder why they
would be sitting down in the theater if they were going to be
taking part in their own fantasy's. He shrugged it off as
something they probably did each time the club was open. He was
suddenly taken completely off guard when he saw Karla's eyelids
flutter and watched her slowly slump over in her seat.
Jim jumped to his feet but felt like he was encased in a
block of jello. He tried to move toward her but his legs didn't
seem to work. He knew in an instant what had happened, he'd been
set up. They'd been drugged with the wine. Fighting to stay
conscious the darkness descended over him in velvety blackness.
How long he was unconscious was impossible to estimate but
he figured probably not very long. Slowly opening his eyes, it
was apparent what was taking place in this so called safe sex
club. Instead of taking part with the members in an evening of
sexual fantasy, they were going to be the center of attention.
Jim cursed under his breath for allowing this to happen. He'd let
his sexual perversion out weigh his common sense. Trusting a
stoolie wasn't usually a good way to do business and this just
proved it.
As his eyes became accustomed to the light, he could see
they were in one of the smaller dungeons below the main room. He
was manacled to one wall and across from him he could see Karla
chained to the other wall. Their clothes had been removed and all
he was wearing now was a leather jock strap. Karla had been
outfitted in a pair of bikini panties, extremely high heel black
shoes and nothing else.
He heard her groan and saw that she was coming out of it. He
didn't realize they were gagged until he tried to talk to her.
Not only gagged, but gagged with one of those uncomfortable
looking ball gags he'd seen in several of the city's sex shops.
Jim was suddenly very worried about this situation. He'd heard a
few rumors about some of these places being a haven for those
into the world of pain. He wasn't sure anymore what he had gotten
them into, but pain had not been on his agenda.
It didn't take long before the cell door opened and several
attendants entered the room. They all wore the familiar black
cloaks and masks so there was no way to tell who they were. At
this point, he didn't care who they were. Splitting up, they
approached both Jim and Karla and began taking them down from the
cold, uncomfortable walls.
Jim was released and quickly handcuffed behind his back.
Karla received the same treatment before they were taken by the
arms and led out of the darkened room. Quickly pulled and shoved
down a short corridor and up the stairs to the main hall, it was
only a couple minutes until they were shoved onto the raised
stage of the main theater. The room now was full of club members
who applauded and cheered loudly as they were brought on stage.
~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII) Chapter 8 [2/2]
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:32:37 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Two figures dressed completely in black awaited in the
center of the stage. One grabbed Karla and the other took hold of
Jim. His handcuffs were replaced with wristcuffs attached to
chains hanging from the ceiling. The pain shot through his arms
as he was jerked upward until his feet were off the floor. He was
left to hang there slowly swaying from side to side while they
went to work on Karla.
The largest of the two figures grabbed her arms and removed
the cuffs. Then, none to gently he pushed her to a large wagon
wheel at one side of the stage. The wheel was fitted with hand
and leg manacles firmly attached to its rim. She was shoved
backward against the wheel and her arms were raised over her head
and placed in the wrist rings. Then, one by one, her ankles were
forced into the lower rings and locked tight. Shamefully, he had
to admit, seeing her spreadeagle against the wheel, wearing
nothing but a pair of bikini panties was turning him on.
His eyes widened as they retrieved a set of nipple clamps
and begin pinching her nipples in order to get them hard. Then,
as her nipples swelled and enlarged, they attached the clamps,
first one and then the other. He wondered how that must feel to a
woman to have metal clamps placed on her most sensitive parts.
From the way her eyes grew wide and the way she began moaning
from deep within her throat, he figured there must be a lot of
pain from such an ordeal.
Looking out into the audience, he could see several members
beginning to shed their clothing. To a loud applause, one of the
figures on the stage picked up an ugly looking whip and turned to
face her. Jim saw her eyes fill with terror and also felt his
cock growing hard within the tight leather of the strap. He felt
slightly ashamed but the sight of such a beautiful woman being
tortured like this was making his cock throb and he couldn't help
it. The cloaked figure began flicking the whip back and forth
across the stage. It shot toward Jim and caught him across the
thighs. A sharp stab of fire coursed through him causing him to
jerk at the end of the chains and deflated his hardon in one feld
blow. Karla's head reared back and tears came into her eyes as
she saw the whip strike him. Then the man turned toward her and
flicked it across her bare stomach. She reacted like an electric
wire had been pressed against her.
The master of ceremonies walked to the center of the stage
and picked up a microphone. "Good evening, dear members. Welcome
to your special show for this month and this night in particular.
We have something special we hope you will enjoy. These two you
see before you thought they were going to be taking part as
guests. They came of their own free will but that's as far as it
goes. What happens from this point is strictly without their
consent, but sometimes we have to be a bit crafty in how we
procure our subjects. If anyone of you has a problem with that,
we invite you to leave now."
Not one person left the auditorium. "Very well. The
demonstration tonight will elevate you into a state of frenzy and
deep sexual turn on. Our guests are going to seduce and fuck two
of you right here on stage. They'll resist at first but it will
do them no good. With the techniques we use I believe we can
guarantee they'll be like wild animals within a very short while.
Now then, which two would like to be our first assistants."
As loud applause boomed from the audience, two naked people,
one man and one woman, jumped from their seats and ran up onto
the stage. The man was stocky with dark hair and eyes and an ugly
hair covered cock. The woman was much more appealing with a
smooth, beautifully suntanned body even though her looks were on
the plain side. Jim made up his mind that they were in for a sad
disappointment. No way was he going to make it with her in front
of the whole group of sadists and perverts so they could get
their kicks. He just hoped Karla was as staunch in her dignity to
be thinking the same thing.
The gags were removed and they were asked if they were
willing to put on a show right now. "Fuck you, you sick son of a
bitch," Karla blurted out. "I have no intention of putting on a
show for you or your kinky friends."
"Good, Karla! The same goes for me," Jim yelled.
"Very well then, we'll just have to do it the hard way."
The cloaked figure grabbed a pair of scissors and quickly
cut the sides of her panties. With nothing now to cover her, he
picked up an enormous rubber dildo and began working it between
her helpless pussy lips. Managing to get it fully inserted, Jim
heard the strong drone of a very powerful motor coming from the
device. Karla's body stiffened and he knew she had been filled
with a heavy duty vibrator. Strapping it in place to make sure
she didn't push it out, he left her mewing and moaning loudly in
your throat.
Then they turned on Jim. They wasted no time cutting off the
jock strap to expose his cock to the crowd. As he hung there, the
figure came down hard on it with a small whip made for the
purpose. The pain boiled into the base of his cock and up his
spine. His body arched and began swinging on the end of the
chains. Then, a deliberately small cock ring was placed over his
cock shaft. He was going to intentionally make Jim grow a hardon
whether he wanted one or not. Next, a cock vibrator was fit onto
his shaft and the switch turned on. The maddening vibration
quickly began enlarging Jim's cock. The harder he grew the more
pain he experienced. Cock rings that are too small can be used
for extreme torture and this one was insidious.
His prick began turning purple as the veins extended and
enlarged along the shaft. He was going to be in deep trouble in a
short while. Looking over at Karla he could see the device in her
pussy having its effect. Her eyes were glued to his hardon and
she were moaning and groaning in sexual excitement.
The crowd of people made no pretense now. Most had discarded
their clothing and were engaged in some sort of sexual foreplay,
either individually or with one another. Jim was enraged to know
they were getting off at their expense and doubly inflamed when
he heard the deep voice at the microphone. "As you can see ladies
and gentlemen, they are now completely capable of doing whatever
we demand of them. The woman is hot, believe me, and the male is
experiencing, let's say, a gigantic though painful hardon. I
think it safe to say we'll be seeing them in action within a very
few minutes."
The male volunteer from the audience was taken to a quickly
provided bed and position down on his back. One of the young
female attendants fluffed his cock momentarily until it rose hard
and firm toward the ceiling. Then, unhooking Karla from the
wheel, they pushed her over to the bed and removed the vibrator
from her gushing pussy. Two assistants lifted her and placed her
on top of him in a sitting position while one of the girls
reached in and inserted his cock into her pussy. Jim was thrilled
to see her do nothing. She sat atop of his groin glaring at those
around her, but she didn't move a muscle. It was great to see
her defying them like that but it also had a detrimental effect.
The cock ring and the sight of seeing Karla on top of
another man was making life very uncomfortable for him. They came
to him and held him tightly while he felt a hand take hold of his
falsely enlarged cock. His arms were freed and they pushed him
toward the girl who was now laying on another bed with her legs
spread for him. It was a simple matter for them to shove him down
on top of her and insert his massive cock into her pussy. He had
never thought it possible that this could happen. He was inside
of a woman's hot, wet pussy and doing everything in his power to
remain still. He decided he'd be damned if he was going to move
his hips or in any way pump his cock in and out of her. He just
lay as still as he could. "Don't fight it," the girl said. "Just
fuck me. Quit being such an asshole."
He remained that way, not moving a muscle, wishing he could
lose the hardon to prove to them he was in control. The cockring
made it impossible. His cock buried in a warm, pulsing pussy was
just too much for his libido. The sudden blinding pain of a whip
across my buttocks caught him completely off guard. Involuntarily
his muscles tightened causing him to plunge into the depths of
her cunt. It seemed they might force him to fuck her whether he
wanted to or not, at least they had him all the way in her now.
The sudden blow had forced him so deep that she screamed from the
pain. He frantically struggled to withdraw but they held him
down. "Fuck her you bastard, it's a no win situation,"
"Not till hell freezes over you scumball."
Another blow on his ass had no effect. He was already buried
in her up to the hilt. "There's another way, pull him off her",
someone said behind him.
Jim was wrenched away, his gigantic cock causing a loud
sucking sound as it was pulled from her wet pussy. She moaned
loudly as his shaft was removed so abruptly. Several hands
engulfed his head and forced his head back until he thought they
would break his neck. Then someone poured liquid into his mouth
until he had to swallow or gag to death. He gulped once and
tasted the same strange concoction he had tasted before. He knew
in an instant what was going to happen.
He saw them forcefully opened Karla's mouth and pour some of
the stuff down her throat at the same time. Then they held them
tightly, waiting. It didn't take long. Within five minutes the
first burning sensation began growing in the shaft of his cock.
It was the same sensation he felt nearly a month ago when the sex
drug was administered to them at another place. He knew within a
few more minutes he would do anything for sex. His body would
change and he would lose all control. He'd be just as they
described, a wild animal ready to fuck anything in sight.
Karla was beginning to feel it too. He saw her start
struggling and gyrating her body as they held her fast. Her
nipples popped out hard from the center of her aureoles and she
began to whimper and scream obscenities at her captors. They
wouldn't have to hold her on top of the guy's cock, she'd be
going after him like a wild woman as soon as the stuff fully hit
her. There was nothing they could do, they were about to put on a
show for these bastards whether they wanted to or not.
Jim's breathing became labored as the buildup continued to
grow. They made sure he could hear Karla getting hot and his cock
exploded into a stupendous hardon as if by magic. All he could
think of was burying it deeply in her cunt, but they weren't
going to let that happen. He was suddenly going out of his mind
to fuck a pussy and he was helpless.
As Karla grew hotter and hotter, they took their hands off
to let her do her thing with the creep on the bed. Like a hunting
tigress she sprang off him and started in Jim's direction. They
had to hurry to get her turned and pushed back toward the guy.
She was beyond caring, her hand grabbed at his now enormous prick
and began guiding it toward her smoldering pussy.
Loud applause grew in the audience as the victims went out
of their heads. Jim slammed the girl back down on the bed and
fell on top of her. Like an insane animal he inserted his
concrete hard purplish cock in the girl's pussy and began
pounding her like a living pile driver. She was going nuts under
him as he strove to get off. He couldn't move his hips fast
enough. The drug was devilish and sadistic in it's ability to
prevent orgasm. He pounded himself into her and still she kept
begging him to fuck faster and faster. There was no way to put
the fire out. The drug drove him crazy. It was inhuman.
Jim hoped inwardly they were physically in condition to
sustain such an onslaught of raw, rampaging sex. He could see
Karla across the stage pounding her pussy down on the man's cock
like a machine gone berserk. He was doing the same for the girl
beneath him but he couldn't get off no matter how hard he fucked
her. Several times she screamed loudly from her own orgasms but
he was left in the cold unfulfilled. He heard the bastard under
Karla babbling and screaming several times and knew everyone was
enjoying this but them.
By now, more of the audience was running up on the stage to
take part with these two sex maniacs. Jim or Karla either one
cared who, just that they were crazily trying to fuck to orgasm
and couldn't quite make it. It went on and on.
The drug could make them lose the ability to orgasm but it
couldn't give them added strength and stamina. Quickly they began
to slow from pure exhaustion. Two of the attendants sprung into
action and administered injections into their wildly flailing
buttocks. Instantly they could feel a sudden rejuvenation of
strength and stamina. Several more people out of the audience
were satisfied this way.
Jim finally felt the blood draining out of his brain and
knew he was losing consciousness. The audience saw him slowly
slid off the girl and fall to the floor. Karla continued for a
few more minutes until she too fell with a thud to the stage
floor.
Those in the audience were so inflamed by now they didn't
care what happened any longer up on the stage. They were too busy
fucking each other to notice the attendants loading the victims
onto war surplus stretchers to be carried off behind the
curtains. Little did they know about the knockout drugs placed in
the last injection, nor did they care.