~Subject: Ladycop Chapter 12 ~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen) ~Date: 13 Oct 1995 03:06:41 GMT ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Chapter 12 Delford Menzmer was like a crazy man as he picked himself up from the filthy, mud and dung infested alley. His clothing, wet and dripping, wreaked of slime and stink from the hoards of street people wandering aimlessly in this area of the city. Blood, his blood, continued to seep and discolor his shirt front. He was sure his nose was broken and the taste of blood filled his mouth. Several jagged teeth reminded him of how it had felt when they shattered from the blows he had been forced to endure. He couldn't believe he had been stupid enough to try and negotiate with an underworld gang boss without first making sure his merchandise was authentic. He soon realized how the bitch and her bastard boyfriend had set him up. How she had clung to a few more hours of life with the cocaine story. How he had fallen for the suitcase gag hook, line and sinker. Now he wished he had stayed and watched them as they electrocuted each other. How sweet and glorious it must have been to watch two naked people go slowly insane with the electricity bursting through their bodies. Even in his pain, he felt a flush pass through his cock just thinking about it. Making his way slowly out of the alley, he half walked and half staggered onto the sidewalk. Ahead he could see the lights of traffic on Broadway and decided to stay out of the mainstream for the time being. Reaching back to his pocked he was suddenly aware that he had no wallet. His other pockets were empty as well and he began to try and figure a way to get to his brother's home up in Marin. Suddenly giggling like the madman he was, he began making his way through the darkness toward the rear alley of the Moulin Rouge. He needed a car and why not one of the ladies to provide it for him. He would be heading north across the bridge to the safety of his brother's home and have a little diversion while he was doing it. Sort of having his cake and eating it too. The pain caused him to go slowly as he made his way closer to the theater. He wondered if the police had found his two playthings yet and giggled at the thought as he hobbled along. What was it, two days or three, he couldn't remember. He wasn't even sure what day it was now. He smirked and chuckled when he remembered that he hadn't called in yet to tell them where to located their missing friends. Too bad, he thought as he drew near his favorite hunting grounds. He didn't have long to wait before one of the girls exited the rear entrance and began walking hurriedly down the short alleyway, her high heels making a loud staccato of sound against the cold concrete. She was going to walk right past him as he crouched behind one of the city's dumpsters. Like a predator of the night he moved quickly as she passed his location. One quick arm around her throat and a warning that he would snap her neck if she tried anything. "Quick now, bitch, your car. Take me to your car." She struggled momentarily and then nodded her head as best she could. "Just lead me to where you parked it," he grunted in her ear. "Don't make any moves or try to warn anyone, just walk." She led him across the street to one of the many parking lots and stopped next to a black and red Mustang. "Keys," he demanded. Shaking and beginning to cry, she fumbled through her small purse trying to find the keys. He grabbed it from her hands and poured the contents out on the hood of the car. Spotting the key ring, he picked it up and unlocked the passenger door. Then without warning he administered a quick and brutal blow to the base of her neck, knocking her to her knees like a fallen tree. Working fast, he managed to get her under the arms and shove her into the seat. A minute later he pulled the car out of the lot and headed toward Van Ness as fast as he could without attracting the attention of a local cop car. The girl was out cold, her head lolling back on the rear of the seat. Her long blonde hair and skimpy attire set his blood to heating up once again. She was of course very pretty as were all the dancers along the strip. He wished he had the time and the place to take care of her for a while. It felt like a lifetime ago that he had satisfied himself with a woman. His beautiful house with the well equipped dungeon was gone forever as was his access to his money. The police would by now have everything he owned tied up or under surveillance. His only hope was to get to his brother's home north of Novatto, but he'd have to get rid of the girl first. Just then he spotted the turn off to Fort Point coming up and made a quick exit down the darkened roadway. Turning right at the fork in the road leading down to the fort, he headed out along the open ocean and the old gun emplacements. Plenty of deserted spots out there to enjoy himself with the girl. Pulling into a clump of coastal brush and trees he shut off the engine. The girl was making soft mewing sounds in her throat and he knew she was coming to. He wasn't about to give her time to struggle or fight him off. He quickly unfastened his still wet and dirty pants and shoved them down over his knees. Reaching across the seat he buried his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck. Gripping tightly he pulled her head into his crotch and shoved her down onto his rising cock. He felt a magnificent lift as she began to gag and struggle. He relished the ghastly noises she emitted as his swelling shaft filled her mouth and slid deeper, cutting off her supply of oxygen. The answer to his problem suddenly made itself known. He used his other hand to pinch her nostrils, making sure she wouldn't be able to breathe. Terror struck her and she began to buck and thrash like a crazed animal as he forced her down harder onto his throbbing bludgeon. Her quivering body made him insane with pleasure and brought the gristly tableau to a quick culmination. His deluge of cum exploded into her throat quickening the suffocation process. After several long minutes he relaxed his grip on her now still head and shoved her back against the far door. Her body was like a rag doll as her head fell lifelessly to the side, his semen still drooling down her chin to spatter onto the front of her blouse. He began to giggle to himself again as he buttoned his pants and opened the door to walk around the car. Opening the right side door her body tumbled out and fell limply to the dark ground. Pulling her far enough to avoid the wheels of the car he slammed the door shut and returned to the driver's side. Minutes later he was once again back on 101 and heading northbound across the Golden Gate. Thoughts of the golden haired dancer quickly evaporated from his mind. Just another dead harlot the world wouldn't have to deal with, he thought to himself. The drive took nearly an hour before he reached the mansion. The mansion he had been forced to grow up in with his brother, Joseph. Joseph Menzmer was an older version of Delford. In the looks department they had suffered dearly, but their inherited wealth had made up for it. Menzmer Real Estate and Construction had provided an amazing windfall for two young children when their parents had died in a plane crash. Raised by a sexually perverted Aunt, the boys had grown to know every cruel and sordid detail of underground sex and seduction. Mistress Jane, as she demanded they call her, had used them to satisfy her every whim. Their trust fund provided Jane a comfortable life as she used them more like slaves than innocent children. She molded their lives completely, turning Joseph into a male version of herself. Delford however had a mean streak. On the day he became an adult and inherited his share of the wealth, he ridded the world of Aunt Jane. He still enjoyed letting his mind wander to the night she died. Joseph was deep in the basement with one of her gatherings as they called them. Delford had been ordered to satisfy her one more time before reaching his 21st birthday. He knew she would follow her usual ritual. Laughing in his face because he was unable to satisfy her, she would use her massive plug in dildo while he was forced to watch. This night she had no idea of how he had altered the thing to short out and electrocute her. He remembered vividly how she had tied him to her bed. How his cock had nearly burst while he watched her insert it and switch it on. How her eyes had momentarily widened in terror and the scream she emitted as the juice ripped into her. It had been nearly an hour before some of the guests had wondered where Mistress Jane was and sent out a search party. Joseph had found him in the ropes with Jane still on the floor, the current continuously flowing through her long since still body. The gathering had disbanded like a puff of smoke as the guests fled the scene to avoid publicity. The investigation had been short and simple, death due to a faulty electrical device. Delford had come out smelling like a rose, Joseph never knew the real truth. Del had moved out after that leaving the house in the hands of his older brother. After several bouts with the doorbell Joseph answered the door. His mouth dropped at the sight of his younger brother standing in filth and rags, dried blood covering several areas of his clothing and face. "Are you crazy?" he stammered. "What's gotten into you?" "Never mind, just let me in." Menzmer charged past him into the spacious foyer. "Anyone else staying her right now?" he asked. "No of course not." "There is now. I need a place for a while." "You're going to get me involved in this mess. You've been making headlines for the past several days you know." "Things got a little out of hand." "A little out of hand? That's putting it rather mildly. Your sick, you're out of control, you can't just kill people." "How many times do I have to tell you I'm not sick?" "Come on, Del. I suppose you want to tell me that was normal behavior when we raped and strung that school girl up and you wanted to kill her to keep her quiet?" he shouted. "Never mind that now. We got away with it, didn't we?" "Just because Mistress Jane bought off the girls parents and the local constabulary." "Bullshit, it wasn't that way. Besides this is different. I didn't hurt any little girls this time." "Who did you hurt?" "It wasn't my fault I tell you. They forced me into it." "Who? Who forced you into it?" "Those two cops, Sinclair and Devlin." "The ones in the paper? "They found the bodies, huh?" "I don't know what you're talking about. There's no bodies, who you talking about?" "Those two cops, they were dead." Joseph looked at him with an odd look of disbelief. "Dead, they're not dead, they're the ones looking for you." "Not dead? How . . . how do you know." "Its been in the papers. Two San Francisco cops are working several serial murder cases and you're their prime suspect. You've been playing games with the girls haven't you? You always did go heavy on girls." "Not girls, harlots and sickos around Northbeach." "What about the ballet dancer, she was in the paper too." "That was different. She wouldn't answer my notes or take my calls. I didn't mean to hurt her." "You mean you didn't mean to kill her." "Get off my back. I'm going upstairs and clean up. I've had a bad night." "You've carried it too far this time. It was just harmless fun. Why didn't you pattern your life to go along with Jane and me?" "I did, I even had my own dungeon. I didn't have to have a community get together like you." "No, not my way, Del. My get togethers cause no killing, we do it for the fun and excitement. You're doing it for the pain and blood." Joseph Menzmer stood at the foot of the spiral staircase and watched his brother limp up the steps. He had to figure a way to get him out of here, and quick. What if his followers found out his baby brother was back and wanted for murder, and what if Del found out the two cops chasing him had been guests at the gathering? He didn't know, he just knew he had to get Delford out of his life before the law caught up with him here and learned about his clandestine sex and perversion club.