~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.