~Subject: Ladycop  Chapter 14
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 13 Oct 1995 03:11:47 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                Chapter 14



     The papers and television were busy with the latest murder
victim by the serial killer, another dancer found near Fort Point
in San Francisco. Joseph Menzmer was also busy as he sat at his
ornate desk thinking about how he could rid himself of his killer
brother without causing a major or murderous confrontation with
him. He thought back to his conversation with Devlin and the
fool's wishes to return for more abuse. He could understand their
desire for the wonders of sexual pleasures and under normal
circumstances he'd welcome their passion for continuing and
becoming a part of the group. However, he had some deep and wary
concern about their wish to come back after what had happened to
them the last. 
     Without a doubt he and his followers could probably be
charged with several crimes including kidnap, rape, assault,
battery, maybe more. He had the feeling this might be a setup.
After all, they were cops even if they were a bit kinky. What
better evidence than to come back under the guise of taking part
and all the while being on the inside during a police raid. He
made a decision and rose from his chair.
     His brother was in the rear of the house watching the news
and having a drink. "Delford, I have a proposition," he stated
warily. I want you to get out of here before you do anything else
that can have a chance to go wrong . . ."
     Delford Menzmer didn't give him a chance to finish the
sentence. "Hold it, my dear older brother. I'm not going anywhere 
until I figure a way to get my hands on some money, find a safe
place to hole up for a while, and get those two bastard cops. Why
don't you just relax, nothing is going to go wrong. I didn't plan
on staying here forever anyway."
     "I can help you if you'll listen."
     "Okay, I'm listening."
     "First, give me power of attorney to your accounts. Then I
can advance you all the money you need to get out of the
country."
     Menzmer looked at his brother with a flash of hate. "You
bastard, so that's it? You get everything I have for a few
paultry bucks and I'm out of the picture forever, is that it?"
     "No, of course not, Del, are you crazy. What other choice is
there? Besides, I can give you something else you really want."
     "I can hardly wait."
     "I can give you Devlin and his girlfriend."
     Menzmer froze in mid air and looked closely at his brother
again. "What do you mean, you can give me Devlin and his
girlfriend?"
     "Just what I said. I'll hand them over to you if you promise
to get out and not come back."
     "You can do that?"
     "Trust me. I can do it."
     "All right, you've got yourself a deal. I'll need clothes,
all the cash you can lay your hands on, and two cops. You do that
and I'll clear out of here like you've got the plague. Now, how
you gonna do it?"
     "Leave that to me. I need a few days to lay my hands on the
money. I'll give you your two detectives Wednesday night."
     "I'll hold you to that. Do we still hold the rights to that
old abandoned ship yard?"
     "Yeah, we still own it. I think that old ship is still on
the skids. Its a wonder it hasn't broken loose and slid into the
bay. I imagine the salt is beginning to eat it away by now."
     "Don't worry about it. I think I have a use for the old
rustbucket."

     Not many miles away, Devlin and Sinclair were still busy
doing the reports and follow up on Menzmer's latest kill. The
girls body hadn't been mutilated like the others. No whips or
ropes, not even rape as far as they could tell. The coroner took
the body and told them they'd have to wait for a cause of death.
Karla was downtown doing reports while Devlin was interviewing
all the people at Moulin Rough trying to find someone that may
have seen the girl leaving. They were convinced she was killed by
Menzmer, this was just doing the follow up to make sure. 
     They worked through the night and early next morning found
them back at headquarters together. It was still early when
Devlin received the phone call from Joseph. "Tomorrow afternoon,
Mister Devlin. You and the woman go to the Bay Side Motel in
Marin City, room thirteen. The room is already reserved. Be there
before three and wait."
     "Is that all, just wait?"
     "Just wait," he said and the phone went dead.      

     
     Devlin accompanied Karla back to her apartment just after
lunch hour. She was nearly exhausted from the long hours of work
and had vented a little hatred for the man that would kill
someone that way. He did tell her of the upcoming party across
the bay and wanted to make sure she still wanted it. 
     Karla had laughed softly just before she opened the car
door."Look, Mister Devlin, let's lay it out in the open once and
for all. What happened was unfortunate but it happened. I may
never have learned what was boiling inside of me if you hadn't
sent me undercover to that dance joint. Never the less, things
took place and I found out it was something I needed, something
I'd been searching for. Simply put, yes, I want to go again. You
should know that by now. After all, I didn't hide it the first
time we went out, now did I?"
     "No, you didn't. All right then, Wednesday it is.

     Time seemed to fly after that. Wednesday was upon them
before they knew it and at quarter to three, the two of them
waited in the shabby motel room. "Nervous?" he asked.
     "No . . . yes, maybe more . . . ashamed than anything else."
     "Why?"
     "We've got to be nuts. There must be a better way for two
grown people to seek out entertainment like this without waiting
in a shoddy motel for a ride to a sex orgy."
     "Your call, Karla. If you want to change your mind I think
we better move fast."
     The knock on the door was loud and to the point. As Devlin
turned the knob he was pushed backward by the rush of four people
moving quickly into the room. Karla screamed softly for a second
and then gathered her wits about her. One of them, a girl, turned
to Devlin. "You Devlin?"
     "That's right."
     "Very well then. Remove your clothing, both of you."
     "Wait a minute," Devlin growled. "Give us one good reason."
     The girl lashed out with her hand and caught Devlin full
across the cheek with a loud splat. "You asked, remember. We
didn't approach you, you came to us. You want to play in our
party then you play our way. Understood?"
     Karla began loosening her clothes. "Jim, do as they say.
She's right, we asked."
     "Good girl," the woman said. "You're learning fast."
     Once they were naked, their hands were cuffed behind their
backs and they were covered with large laundry type bags. Unable
to see, they were guided out of the apartment and shoved into the
rear seat of a waiting car. The ride seemed to last a long time
and Jim tried to get an idea of where they might be heading, but
it was impossible. 
     They finally stopped and several more hands pulled them from
the vehicle. They couldn't tell what was taking place until they
were picked up bodily one at a time and thrown into the trunk of
a car. Hearing the lid slam Karla called out softly. "Jim, what's
happening?"
     "I haven't the foggiest idea. They transferred us to the
trunk of a car."
     The vehicle began to move and bounce. They could tell it was
moving at high speed from the way Karla was bounced and squeezed
against Jim's body. It lasted for nearly half an hour before the
car slid to a stop. Jim could hear a mournful foghorn well off in
the distance. 
     Devlin heard the trunk open and Karla cry out as her body
was pulled away from him and out of the car. The lid slammed down
leaving him alone and in the darkness. His thoughts were very
mixed and he suddenly knew he shouldn't have gotten mixed up with
Joseph or his following again. He should have known better than
to trust someone who'd double crossed him before. It felt damp
and cold as he lay in the trunk. He could smell salt air and hear
the sound of water. He figured they were close to the bay or
ocean.
     The lid was opened again and he was pulled up and out onto
the ground. Looking down at the bottom of the sack he could see
the sand and shore grasses proving his theory he was near the
coast. Pulled along he was led for some distance until they
entered a cold, dank and smelly enclosure that echoed like a
giant steel drum. He stumbled several times on heavy junk and
debris. 
     He couldn't see anything with the black bag over his head
but was suddenly pushed and tied tightly to some sort of upright
beam. It was freezing cold and made of steel by the feel of it
through the cloth. Then he heard someone moving about the
enclosure and heard something sliding across a floor, like a
wooden workbench or other wooden structure.
     His heart jumped to his throat when he heard a heavy metal
door open and close and then Karla crying out his name as if she
were in pain.
     Cold sweat broke out on his body at the next sound he heard.
A horror of horrors washed over him as he recognized Menzmer's
voice laughing in his high, nearly squeaky voice. "Don't worry
about him, sweetness, worry about what's about to happen to you."
     "You murderous scum? How long you think you can carry this
on?" she cried.
     "Oh, not much longer. You won't be making anymore miracle
escapes this time. You can bet on that."
     Devlin heard her cry out and from the sounds in the room
could only guess that she was being pulled or dragged across the
floor. He screamed out himself calling her name. Menzmer was
doing something to her and he trembled with rage that he couldn't
help her.
     Karla made a strangled noise in her throat and began to
scream out. "No! Oh, God, don't do this to me."

     Devlin heard the ghastly sound of something hitting soft
flesh and heard her scream again. Time seemed to stand still as
he listened to the noises and tried to figure out what was
happening. Finally, he heard Menzmer once again. "There, now I
have to fix it so your lover can watch."
     "No!" she screamed, "no, no."
     The dim light hurt his eyes for a second as the black bag
was cut and ripped away from his head. His eyes slowly adjusted
to the light. They were in an old rusty shipwreck, probably in
one of the old boatworks along the northern peninsula. He saw
Karla then, face down on an old wooden table. Her arms hung down 
and were tied tightly with heavy nylon rope to the table legs.
Her legs and ankles were tied similarly to the other legs leaving
her beautifully molded ass open and spread wide. 
     Menzmer danced around her like an ugly gnome, his hands
trailing along her nude skin. "Now then, shall we get down to
business?" he chortled like a madman. "I'm going to let you watch
me fuck her in the ass, Devlin. How would that make you feel
right now?"
     "You dirty bastard. Just pray I don't get loose because your
a dead man if I do."
     "Oh, I don't think so. We're going to play for a while then
I'm going to kill you both. Only this time, I'm going to do it
first hand so there's no mistake.

     Menzmer produced a tube of jelly and began rubbing it into
Karla's cheeks. Once he was satisfied he stripped off his pants
and squeezed several dollops onto his cock. Then he quite simply
walked up behind her as Devlin bellowed at him like an enraged
bull. 
     Menzmer took his now bludgeoning cock in hand and worked it
between her cheeks. Karla let out hideous, blood curdling screams
as Devlin closed his eyes refusing to watch. On and on until she
was hoarse but it did little good. Menzmer was enjoying himself
so much he was beyond hearing or caring. Devlin struggled within
his bonds like a madman but could not loosen the knots. For what
seemed like an eternity Menzmer pounded away in her until he
began convulsing in the throes of climax. As he finally withdrew
his cock, Devlin was horrified to see the blood. It covered his
pubic area and ran freely down the back of Karla's legs. "Just
like popping a cherry," Menzmer cried in delight, "just like
popping her cherry. He looked directly at Devlin while he waved
his still hard shaft, "Now its your turn to do her while I
watch."
     Devlin couldn't believe what he heard. "You've got to be out
of your fucking mind," he gasped.
     "I'm going to turn you loose, detective. Then I'm going to
hold a straight razor next to her throat and if you don't fuck
her in the ass, I'll simply slit it. How's that grab ya you
miserable fuck??
     Devlin was powerless, he had no choice, but neither did he
have a hard cock. Menzmer released him from the ropes and cuffed
his hands behind his back. Then like a perverted psychopath he
produced a tight metal cock ring and slid it onto Devlin's shaft.
Once he had it seated he stepped back. "You'll get hard when the
little lady sucks on it for a minute."
     Devlin's cock hung limply between his legs as Menzmer put
the blade of the razor close to her throat. "All right, big man,
let's see a little action. Stick it in her mouth, she'll know
what to do, won't you, bitch?"
     "Devlin moved close to her but without hands couldn't raise
it near her mouth. Karla strained her neck toward him. "Lift it
to me," she gasped.
     Raising his hips toward her she somehow managed to get her
mouth on it and began sucking on it slowly. The suction brought
him to a state erection within seconds and the metal band 
encircling it forced it to grow beyond all proportion. Menzmer
pulled him backward from her and shoved him to her rear. "Don't
waste any more time, do it now."
     He had no choice. He could see the blade of the razor
touching her throat. His now bludgeoning cock stood straight away
and he was able to guide it to the entrance of her bleeding
rectum. Gritting his teeth he slowly shoved forward. He was so
gigantic there was no way he could fit in a hole the size of a
dime. He pushed against her several times with no result. Menzmer
watched for a couple seconds and then walked behind him. Placing
his right palm against Devlin's buttocks, he held the distended
prick against her rectum and shoved with one gigantic push. A
horrendous scream exploded from their throats.
     The tight ring had made his cock harder than he'd ever
experienced before. It had turned a nasty purplish color with
veins distended along the length of it. The pain of being forced
that way into her tiny canal was excruciating. "Fuck her good,
detective. I want to hear her scream more just like that."  
     Like a mechanical man now, Devlin went through the motions.
Each thrust into her was a throbbing, burning blast of pure fire
along the length of his shaft. Tears flowed down his cheeks from
the pain and he was no longer sure how much of the blood was his.
He was able to perform for only a few more thrusts before his
knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor.
     Menzmer hopped and danced around them spitting and
sputtering words of humiliation. "Two great cops you turned out
to be. Nothing more than a couple whackos just as sick as those
filthy harlots on the street, how's that make you feel you sick
bastards? You wouldn't even be here if you hadn't wanted to go to
to another bondage party. Well, assholes, I hope you enjoyed."

     Devlin lay in a near stupor hearing Menzmer's words and
knowing the indignity of the truth. The warped puke was right and
Devlin had to live with it, which might not be to much longer
unless he could come up with a near miracle soon. In his fogged
mind he knew their chances were next to none. Karla was tied nude
and bleeding across a wooden table and he was in much the same
condition on the floor. The pain between his legs was now a
throbbing unbearable nightmare, coming in waves with each beat of
his heart.
     Far off in the recess of his mind he could hear her still
screaming. Louder it grew until he cracked one eyelid. Menzmer
was standing next to Karla flailing her naked buttocks with a
short riding crop. Each swish of the leather brought an
involuntary tightening of her muscles and a scream of pure
terror. Devlin could see her hands as they clenched tight with
each blow and he felt the urge to sob at the sight of her.

     As he lay on the freezing cold deck he formulated a wishful
plan to get to his feet while Menzmer was occupied with Karla.
Maybe he could catch him off guard and use his still free legs on
him. Anything but lay here and watch her being slowly whipped to
death. Gritting his teeth he began to sit up when by chance he
looked to the far end of the cabin, to the bulkhead hatchway. He
didn't believe his eyes and had to blink several times. Coming
down the passageway toward them were two figures, both wearing
some sort of uniforms. As the figures drew close enough to see
them he heard one of them call out. "Hold it right there, what in
hell do you thing you're doing?"
     Jim recognized them as sheriff deputies as they rushed into
the chamber. He also saw Menzmer as he fled out the other
hatchway. "Get him!" he managed to scream out.
     "Jesus Christ!" he heard one of the deputies grunt. "What a
dog and pony show this looks like."
     "Never mind what it looks like, deputy, get me loose and get
after that maniac you just saw run out the back."
     "Calm down, Buddy, just calm down. We'll get you loose. Your
girl friend there looks like she needs medical attention."
     "We probably both do. Just get us loose, we've got to catch
him before he gets completely away."
     "Okay, okay, hang on. What's your name, Buddy?"
     "It's sure as hell not, Buddy. James Devlin, San Francisco
PD. That's officer Sinclair on the table."
     "Oh, Christ! Okay, okay. We've got an ambulance on the way.
Where in hell are your clothes?" the deputy said as he uncuffed
Devlin.
     Devlin clawed at the ring on his cock and managed to get it
off before he rushed to Karla's side. "Bay Side Motel in Marin
City," Devlin said. " Hand me that sack over there."
     Devlin untied her hands and legs and placed the sack over
her nudity. Finding the other one he made himself a makeshift
wrap and tied it around his midsection.
     Karla moaned as she sat up on the table and pulled the sack
over her head. "How you feel?" Devlin consoled her.
     "Don't ask, just let me sit here."

     They jumped at a sudden noise and then the other deputy came
back in from the rear. "No sign of the other guy. I think he's
still on the boat though, I never saw or heard anyone jump off or
get by me."
     Devlin heard more noises and voices as other deputies began
arriving. Two medics wearing white coats came in carrying a
stretcher. They tended to Karla first before loading her on the
stretcher and carrying her out to the waiting ambulance. One of
the deputies handed Devlin a jacket so it would be easier for him
to walk out with her. Menzmer would have to wait just a little
bit longer he was afraid.