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This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are
offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any
further.
This is a fantasy. You have to loosen your clench on
reality a little when you read it. As is the case with
most in this newsgroup, in this all the women
are beautiful; gravity has never touched their nor
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the (the hero in this
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word. Most of all,
strength of character doesn’t stand a chance against any
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance. This
is a in which physical acts and human responses are
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some
acts and responses in this may be physically
impossible or physiologically improbable. That being said,
stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.
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consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the things
described in this story. You will injure yourself or your
partner. Or be arrested, or shot by her father....
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NightShade
The President's Club, Chapter 9
by NightShade
first posted 4/97, revised 12/98
Sam had released her from her stringent bondage after she
had fainted. He didn’t want to put her through another
night of having to sleep standing up. He had massaged her
wrists and legs with his special soothing lotion he had
used before, but, as with the stripes on her back, the
marks would last for days, especially those between her
legs and lips where the rough rope had rubbed the
tender skin almost raw. She was very tender in her nether
regions. The salve didn’t help when that much of the
protective layers of the skin were damaged and the nerves
almost exposed.
She stirred on the bed. He stopped what he was doing and
went over to stand by the bed. She looked up at him, the
focus in her eyes far away. A grin slowly came to her lips
when she was able to bring him into focus. He had removed
his clothes while he has whipped her and had not bothered
to dress after she had fainted. Reaching over to him, she
grabbed his prick firmly.
“More,” she said. It was neither a question nor a demand.
“More?” Sam’s voice cracked when he spoke, causing them
both to crack up.
"You promised."
"I know I did. I just want to be sure you’re OK."
She turned a defiant eye to his tender one. "You
promised!" she repeated, this time emphatically. “You
promised you would fuck me after.” She looked up at him
and he could see the desperation in her eyes. “Pleeease?”
He sighed as he lay down beside her on the bed. His hands
floated over her body, slowly arousing her, bringing her to
the edge repeatedly. His lips suckled at her tits, his
tongue flicking over the gold rings. It was a novel
sensation for her, and it drove her to the brink as easily
as his feathery touches to her raw clit.
When he took her, he treated her with care. It was
much too gentle for her taste. She eased her body out from
under him and pushed him over on his back. Her sore
muscles screamed at her actions but she was determined to
have him her way. She lifted her leg up and over his torso
and settled down over him, straddling his hips. She froze,
squeezing her eyes shut. It so good she almost
fainted.
Karin laid her palms on his shoulders and pressed down,
resting on her straightened arms. She kept her eyes closed
and breathed deeply several times, willing the pain into
the background. He lay still under her, his prick nestled
between her and his body. She had not yet gotten to
the point of sliding back and inserting him into her pussy.
Even so, he was amazed at her determination and stamina to
get this far. Against his dominant instincts, he decided
to let her set the pace this time. He was completely
satisfied with their trip so far, having satisfied his dark
needs for inflicting pain and domination. This rest was
gravy for him.
With a catch in her breath, she raised her pelvis up off
his stomach. She reached beneath her, feeling between
their bodies. She carefully positioned his fat cock head
against the tight opening of her cunt. She pushed back
firmly, crying out to the darkened gloom, and fully seated
herself on his saddle horn. Pleasure mixed with pain
flooded her senses as she was filled with his hot pulsing
meat.
Karin just sat there for the longest time. This fucking
thing was so new to her, and his cock was so massive, she
still needed time to adjust to it filling her. When he was
inside her, deep and hard as he was now, she could think of
nothing else. She could feel nothing else. The fullness,
the completeness pushed all other feelings out of her mind.
She blushed as she realized that when he filled her, she
became a cunt. Just a cunt. A living, throbbing that
needed to be satisfied. She could feel his slow steady
heart beat through his prick, a drummer in counterpoint to
her own rapid beat.
Giving in to base urges with a groan, she rocked back and
forth on his erection, establishing a rhythm that matched
the beat of her inner drummer. Sam lay passive beneath
her, content to be along for the ride. He kept a close eye
out for any signs of distress in her, however. It took a
lot away from his enjoyment, but he felt responsible that
she not be injured.
Karin opened her eyes and saw his concerned, but happy
face. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then his
eyes, then his nose and finally his lips. As she kissed
him, her dangling brushed up against the hairs on his
chest. The over-sensitized buds sent thrills coursing
through her as she shimmied her shoulders to sway her
breasts sexily over his chest as they kissed.
Breaking the kiss, she burrowed her face into his neck.
"Thank you," came her muffled voice.
"You're welcome!" he answered, then asked, puzzled, "For
what?"
She pulled his hands up to cup her breasts, the gold nipple
rings burning into his palms form the heat between them.
"For these."
“Oh? Why is that something to thank me for?" He was
teasing her, but wanted her to verbalize what she was
thinking.
"Because I'll always have these to remember our time
together. Even when the aches and pains are gone, I will
have these. So, ‘Thank You, Sir.’"
"Oh. OK."
"Sir?” she asked a little later.
He nodded for her to continue.
“Sir, I know your name isn't Sam, but that's OK with me. I
really don't need to know. It sort of adds to the
mystery." She continued, twisting his chest hairs around
her finger. She was fascinated with them. "If you need
me, you know who I am and where I live. I want you to know
that you will always be welcome there, even if you just
want to talk. I'd love to visit the cabin again, anytime
you want .... or need." Her fingers dug into his
pectorals, emphasizing her last point.
He felt shamed and elated the same time. He had not
planned to reveal his identity to her. It was a sort of
tradition. The members of the President’s Club had agreed
that when they brought ‘special’ dates, the dates were not
to know any of their identities. Special dates, which
Karin had been, sometimes experienced unexpected advances
from their escorts. Sam always made sure each woman he
escorted to the annual event knew what to expect before
they engaged in anything. He also stopped at the first
refusal to continue, but some of the others members of the
Club had been known to get a little out of hand. Sam was a
firm believer that ‘No’ meant ‘No.’
He had not heard that particular word on this phenomenal
weekend. Karin had refused him nothing, at great cost to
her body. He had used her in every way possible. He had
marked her with his own nipple rings. Yes, she was a
special girl, but not the kind he had thought initially.
He had taken, but not given in return. She had nailed his
sexual needs on the head and accepted them. Hell, she had
encouraged him to break through his own fears about his
dark obsession and to accept it himself. Now she was
giving him the future. No questions asked. No demands.
It was an uncomfortable moment. He wasn’t sure if she
wanted him to say something. He was afraid if he did open
his mouth, he would end up professing his undying love for
her. As much as he felt that was the truth, he also knew
that these weekends were highly charged emotional events.
What he felt now, he might not feel next week, next month,
next year. He had only just met her, and, well... Oh,
SHIT! It sounded just as empty to him the second time when
he reviewed it. It was as obvious a rationalization as he
had ever heard. He was glad he had not said anything.
Sam laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.
Her was still milking his prick as she lay on top of
him, watching his inner struggle as it played out on his
face. She had hoped, well, that she would at least find
out his name. It had been worth a shot. She could always
just think of him as ‘Sam’ until he decided to tell her his
real name. What was important now was that their time
together was quickly ending. She wanted to make the most
of it.
She latched on to his chin with her sharp white teeth,
shaking her head like a terrier. With her arms, she
grabbed him to her soft breasts. She stretched her legs
out straight behind her. Rolling onto her side, a firm
grasp on his cock with her hungry cunt, she whispered to
him, her manner urgent, "Fuck me, Sam, Fuck me hard!"
He completed the roll she had started and settled her on
her back. He leaned on her pelvis heavily, wanting to
irritate the raw flesh there. She lifted her knees to her
chest to give him even greater access to her pussy, daring
him to do his worst, or best, to her. Incited, he reached
down, grabbed her ankles and bent them up beside her head.
Her positioned lifted her hips off the bed, and put her wet
canal in a perfect line with his raging cock. When he
drove down into her with all his weight, he bottomed
out and stretched her wall to a new size.
He kept his promise to fuck her hard, and long. He had
come several times over the course of the last three days.
Although his prick was rock hard, he felt confident that he
was going to be able to draw this last fuck out for a long
time.
It turned out to be not as long as he had hoped. Her
magical muscles began squeezing and milking his prick
as soon as she began to climax. She screamed out her
ecstasy with each peak lasting several minutes. Before
long, her sexual excitement infected him and he began to
pump his final load into her, his rod swelling as he
peaked. He grunted and stiffened as she screamed for him
to empty his spurting cock into her. Spent, he collapsed
on her sweaty body. His deflating prick slipped from deep
inside her body. Sadness settled over the two lovers at
the climax to their time at the cabin. It had truly been a
special time. They held each other tightly, even as they
drifted into a sound asleep.
Sam and Karin drove back to the city in sated silence early
the next morning. They had made love once more, but it had
been almost an anti-climax. The urgency was gone, both of
their compulsions had been satisfied, for the moment, at
least. Sam had brought along loose sweat and sweat
pants for her to wear back to the city, correctly guessing
that those soft loose garments wouldn't irritate her skin.
At first light, Karin had teased and dared him into the icy
waters of the pool before they left for the city. They had
skinny dipped like innocent teenagers, splashing and
dunking each other with wild abandon. She was strong
enough to give him back as good as she got. When he broke
through the icy surface, gasping for air after she had
dunked him again for the umpteenth time, he cried ‘uncle.’
Staggering ashore, they collapsed on the bank in peals of
laughter. He had never enjoyed himself more at the cabin.
His cellular telephone started ringing as soon as he came
into range of a cell. That was a bad sign. He had had his
secretary reschedule all of his meetings indefinitely. She
was one of the few former visitors to the cabin and
understood there was no schedule, no timetable for these
things. That someone needed him urgently enough to auto-
redial his cell phone could only mean a major international
client was in big trouble. That’s all he dealt with, the
major accounts.
His mind switched automatically to business mode as he hit
the Send button to answer his phone. Karin sat beside him
quietly as he drove, listening quietly, not interrupting.
She knew she didn’t have to tease or pester him for
attention like an adolescent would have. She sensed his
affection for her. When he was ready, when he needed her,
he would come back to her. He hadn’t said so in so many
words, but she knew.
She closed her eyes, listening to his side of the
conversation. “...I’ve been out of town. Personal. ...
No, no, I’m fine. Never better, in fact. .... Hong Kong?
.... Ouch! ... That bad, huh? ... Have my secretary go
to my apartment and pack a bag. ... Yeah, she knows, she’s
done it before. Knowing her she’s already there waiting
with it. ... Yes, she’s that good and, no you can’t have
her. ... The flight leaves in 45 minutes? ... Well, if I
push it, I can just make it. ... Right. ... Talk to you
from Hong Kong.”
Just as he finished speaking, they pulled up in front of
her apartment. She leaned over, gave him a quick peck on
the cheek, and said, “Go on now. I know you’re in a
hurry.” She jumped out of the car and closed the door
before he could say a word. His mind was already on the
disaster he was going to have to deal with. He knew there
was something he wanted to say to her, but she was gone and
out of the car before he had a chance to get his mind in
gear. He waved good bye to her and grinned as she mouthed
‘Thank You’ as he drove out of sight.
He was about 10,000 feet in the air when it came to him.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, causing the first class attendant to
spill a drink on the squalling brat two rows up. He had
intended to tell Karin his name. He made a note to tell
his secretary to contact her. She would understand. She
had been there before.
At the same time the flight attendant was dousing the
passenger, Karin was echoing his 'Shit,' albeit under her
breath.
She had walked up to her apartment. The future looked
bright. For the first time in her life, she felt loved.
She had found a man, her man, and he needed her. She
wandered aimlessly around the apartment, running her hands
over the leather chair they had put to such good use. She
could still see the crusty stains of their mingled
juices. She found herself in the bedroom, tightly holding
onto the homemade whip and absently snapping the
clothespins when the knock came at the door.
She opened it with a wide smile, thinking her ‘Sam’ had
thrown his career out the window and had come back to ride
off into the sunset with his true love. The smile faded,
as she looked at the two large in ill-fitting blue
suits standing at the door. Each was holding up a badge.
“Mrs. Saunders? Mrs. Karin Saunders?” the taller of the
two asked her.
“Yes, I’m Karin Saunders.”
“Ma’am, I’m Sgt. Wilson, this is Sgt. Hague. We’d like you
to come downtown with us to answer some questions.”
Karin had never had any contact with the authorities. She
didn’t ask why, she didn’t even think of refusing. She
simply sighed, stepped into the hallway, closing the door
behind her, and went with the two officers.
An hour later, she sat in the interrogation room in shock.
From the gist of the questions, she had pieced together
that something had happened to Bill. She had been so
relieved it hadn’t been Sam. But they kept hounding her
and hounding her for where she was the last four days, why
had she moved out of the house, who did the apartment
belong to, and on and on. The tall did all the
talking. The other one, the one, just stood against
the wall, glaring at her. He scared her.
Sgt. Wilson, the junior of the two officers, was doing all
the talking to keep his partner from loosing his badge.
Sgt. Hague had known Bill Saunders for years and considered
him a good friend. He had never met the new wife, and all
Bill had ever said to him about their sudden marriage was
that it had been a big mistake. He had called her a ‘gold-
digger.’ Bill had jokingly brushed it all off with some
raunchy comments about her insatiable sex drive or
something, which made everyone laugh and a little jealous
of him, too.
Sgt. Hague was taking Bill’s murder particularly hard. He
had not asked to be assigned to the case, in fact, he had
tried to explain that he couldn’t do a good job because of
his friendship with the victim. Their lieutenant, a real
hard-assed bitch, had noted his concern and assigned him
the case anyway. He knew better than to question her
decision. The last guy who had dared to challenge her was
still writing parking tickets. Not wishing the same fate,
Sgt. Hague had thrown himself into the case, and it had
solved itself.
A search of the house had revealed a fully stocked woman’s
closet with most of the tags still hanging from the never-
worn clothes. What they didn’t find were toiletries,
underwear or personal effects. The new was
nowhere to be found. A wider search of Bill’s properties
had turned up evidence of someone living in one of the
vacant apartments in one of the unused warehouses, but a
two-day stakeout had turned up nothing. Convinced she had
fled the city they had set a trip alarm on the door on the
outside chance someone would up. In their experience,
persons who committed domestic crimes were pretty stupid
when it came to police procedures. The didn’t really think
anyone would be dumb enough to go back to their hideout.
They were surprised when the alarm had gone off. They were
even more surprised when it turned out that the intruder
who had set the alarm off was their suspect.
For the next 12 hours Karin Saunders was questioned over
and over about her whereabouts and who she had been with
the last 3-4 days. Nothing was said about why she was
there. Sgt. Hague really wanted the bitch to trip herself
up and say something incriminating. It was a surprise to
the wife, therefore, when she was booked for the
murder of her husband at the end of those 12 long grueling
hours. She had not confessed, but in twelve hours of
intense questioning, she had never told them where she had
been, whom she had been with, no alibis, no witnesses,
nothing. Even more convincing in the minds of the officers
was the fact that she had never once, in the entire twelve
hours, asked for or referred to her husband. She had never
asked for a lawyer. To them, that told them she was
guilty, that she already knew he was dead. They had not
released the news of his death, so it had never made the
news. She knew about it, because she had done it.
Lt. Sandra Billings, the ‘hard-assed bitch,’ had watched
the last 4 hours of the interrogation from behind the one-
way mirror. It didn't look good for Mrs. Karin Saunders.
She was the only suspect, and, as her husband’s spouse and
the sole beneficiary of a multimillion-dollar life
insurance policy as well as the sole heir to his business
empire, things didn't look at all good for her at all. The
evidence the police had put together, her lack of an alibi,
well, the lady was in deep shit.
But something didn’t sit quite right. She had read the
reports as they had come in. At first, this had been just
another routine murder investigation, and it looked like it
was going to fall into the same domestic violence category
that 85% of the other murders in their city did. On a
routine visit to the interrogation area, however, she noted
something odd about the suspect. She couldn’t put her
finger on it, but something piqued her curiosity. She
didn’t leave the window until Karin was taken downstairs in
handcuffs for booking. She hadn’t contradicted her
officers’ recommendation to arrest Mrs. Saunders, but she
was convinced she was innocent.
Karin was numb, in a state of shock. She had been since
she had heard the words, ‘You’re under arrest for the
murder of William Saunders.’ Bill was dead. Sam was in
Hong Kong. She was all-alone, with no one to turn to.
She had tried to tell them everything as honestly as she
could. But she didn’t know anything. They didn’t believe
her. Especially the mean one, Sgt. Hague. She didn't
know who Sam really was, or where she had been at the ball
or where the cabin was, so she never said anything about
them. She had no alibi for her time and didn't want to go
into too many details about her recent activities. They
didn’t believe her when she explained that Bill had
arranged for her to move into the apartment.
She was fingerprinted, photographed and taken to the
women's section of the county jail, pending a hearing. It
was when she was strip-searched that the first tangible
evidence that questioned her guilt came up. Lt. Billings
had personally escorted her up to the woman’s floor. The
other female employees qualified to escort a felony suspect
were all out of the building. Lt. Billings didn’t mind.
She wanted to get a better handle on this quiet woman. She
just didn’t fit the profile.
The women's guard assigned to book her at the jail had just
been severely reprimanded for using excessive force on
another inmate, so Lt. Billings was standing just out side
the cubicle during the search. When the guard had seen the
fresh marks on Karin's body, she knew she should have
called Lt. Billings into the examination area right then.
She didn’t want anything to do with this new cunt. She
also suspected Lt. Billings of trying to set her up. She
had heard about the ‘iron bitch.’ Instead, she
proceeded with search, taking extra care to be gentle.
Karin’s pained cry, however, when her well-lubricated
gloved finger entered her for a cavity search
brought the lieutenant into the cubicle, eyes blazing.
What she saw made her gasp. Ugly blue bruises and
welts covered what should have been a gorgeous body from
the neck to her ankles, front and back.
The guard immediately began to protest. “It wasn’t me that
did this, Lt. Honest! I was just doin’ my job and the
cunt screamed. I even used a glove and grease and
everything. See?” She held out the soiled latex glove for
her to inspect.
Lt. Billings turned to the guard. “Oh, shut up! You
didn’t have time to do all this damage. I want you to go
get an evidence camera. Now!”
Lt. Billings had Karin stand in the classic ‘up against the
wall’ search position with her arms outstretched and her
legs spread, but this time Karin was naked. She
photographed the various bruises and rope marks on her
body. Then she posed her so she could photograph the
brutalized front areas. When she was finished taking
evidence, she tossed her prison garb on the table.
"You can get dressed, Mrs. Saunders."
Karin pulled the shapeless garb carefully over her tender
flesh.
"Sit down."
Karin sat, waiting. She was terribly embarrassed at the
exam. She dreaded the line of questions that she knew were
coming.
"Did your husband beat you?" the lieutenant started out.
Karin thought back to the scene in the basement. “Yes,
once."
“Did you report it?”
Karin looked quizzical. “No, why? Should I have?”
The interrogator ignored her questions. "Did he do this to
you then?" She indicated the Polaroid photos she had just
taken of the bruises and marks on Karin’s body.
"No, he didn’t do that to me."
"Oh. If he didn’t, who did this to you?"
"I ... I, uh, don’t know."
Lt. Sandra Billings leaned forward and examined her head
carefully for signs of a blindfold. She didn’t see any,
but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been hooded. "You didn't
see who did this to you?"
Karin answered slowly, reluctantly. "Oh, yes. I saw him.
I just don’t know who he is. He used a fake name. He told
me his name was ‘Sam’, but it wasn't really."
"How did you meet him?"
"It’s kind of a long story, lieutenant. But I guess, well,
Bill never said, but I think Bill owed him a lot of money
or something. It had to do with his business. He never
involved me in his business stuff. Until this time. Bill
just wanted me to go to a dance with this guy, Sam."
"He used you to pay a debt to this mystery man? You mean
he sold you, or your services? Like a pimp?"
"Oh, no! Well, yeah, I guess so, but it wasn't like that.
More like a date than, than that." She looked up at the
female detective. “Honest, ma’am! I’m not a prostitute!
He just needed my help. It was more like a loan, I
guess... I’m not making much sense, am I.”
“So your husband ‘loaned’ you out to this Sam character to
cover a bad debt or something, right?”
“Well, yeah, I guess. But when you put it like that, it
sounds so dirty. It really wasn’t like that. The dance
was so nice, the band was great, and Sam is a real good
dancer.” Karin sighed to herself, in spite of her
circumstances.
“Let’s stay on track here, OK? So, when you wouldn’t sleep
with this guy, ‘Sam,’ after he sprung for the dinner and
the dance, he beat you up, right?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t say that. We didn’t go to dinner.”
Lt. Billings gritted her teeth. She wished this dunderhead
could get with the program. “Right, no dinner. So, after
the dance, right? he got angry because you wouldn’t put out
him. Is that better?”
“Well, not exactly.” She flinched at the officers
exasperated glare. “He didn’t get angry at all. He was
very gentle and kind. You see, well, I kind of, well, ...”
she finally just spit it out, “... I asked him to spank me
and tie me up. He was really very gentle with me.”
Lt. Billings stared at the woman in disbelief. “You
asked him to do this? And you call this ‘gentle’?”
“Yes.” That peculiar look of a woman in love was in
Karin’s eyes as she remembered her lover’s affections.
“This looks like more than a spanking. How did this
happen?”
“Well, after he spanked me and, uh, stuff, we went to a
place he has up in the mountains. I, uh, I made him do
this to me. It wasn’t his fault. Really, he couldn’t help
it.”
Lt. Billings just about choked on that one. "You <made>
him do this to you? Are you telling me you enjoyed this,
this, this beating?" she asked. The detective was getting
more incredulous with each new revelation.
"Oh, he didn't just beat me. He tied me up real tight -
the way I like - and he fucked me a couple of times. Oh,
and he let me suck him off, too."
"Oh, he <let> you do that, too, did he?" Even with all her
experience, she would never have come up with this story.
It just kept getting better and better. If it weren’t so
obvious that she was telling the truth, she would have
reserved her a room on the Psycho Ward.
"Uh-huh. I hadn’t ever done that before, so he let me try
it. It was nice." She blushed at her admissions.
The coloring of the suspect’s face did not escape the
questioning woman. In fact, the girl’s innocence stirred
something in her. But there was still something missing in
her story. A question they had missed. Something so
simple it was obvious. She kept on. Maybe it would turn
up. “OK. Your husband sent you on a date with this guy,
Sam, right? Didn’t he mind if you had sex with another
man?”
Karin sat stunned at that question. She had not thought of
it like that. “Uh. I’m not sure. He told me to be very
nice to Sam and do whatever he wanted. I guessed he meant
that I was supposed to have sex with him if that was what
Sam wanted. He didn’t really care if I had sex with
another man, I don’t think. It’s not like he never did.
Besides, we hadn’t ever done it together, you know, with
each other.”
“You’re telling me that you and your husband never had sex.
And you were for six months. Is that true?”
Karin blushed again, looking down at the battered table.
“Uh-huh.”
“And you’re telling me that he had sex with other women,
and you knew about it?” The detective could smell motive
written all over this now. Her estimation of the suspect’s
innocence was taking a nosedive.
Karin blushed an even deeper scarlet. “Huh-uh,” she said,
shaking her head ‘no.’ “He didn’t sleep with other women.
He slept with other men. He was gay.”
The room was silent as this small nuclear bomb went off.
Lt. Billings stared at the weeping widow. Where had they
missed this minor piece of information? She reviewed the
data in her head. She was sure Sgt. Hague vouched for the
guy’s sexual preferences, but then again, those could be
faked in certain circumstances. Macho like Hague just
didn’t expect they liked to be gay. He could have
been easily misled. She made a note to speak to him about
that.
The detective sat shaking her head. As crazy as it was, no
one in their right mind would make up or admit to a
like that, but the marks were fresh enough to back up her
story and give her the alibi she needed. Slim as it was.
They still needed to identify and question this ‘Sam’
character. Lt. Billings was going to question that bastard
herself.
"You know you’re going to have to stay with us for a while,
Mrs. Saunders. We’ll have to check out the things that you
have told us. You seem to have an alibi for the time, but
I can’t rule out the motive. I’m truly sorry. I will see
that you are not put in with the other inmates. I think I
know just the guard to assign to your case to insure that
you are left alone." Her face was hard as she called in
the frightened guard to the small interrogation room.
She turned to the guard. “Mrs. Saunders will be staying
with us for a while. I am making it your responsibility to
see that she is not bothered by the other guests in our
‘hotel,’ is that clear. You will report to me personally
on this. If I hear of one finger laid on this woman, it
will be your job. And you may very likely find yourself on
the other side of the bars. Is that understood?”
The frightened guard paled visibly. She had heard the
stories of the ruined careers this pushy bitch had left in
her wake. She turned to the still weeping woman, holding
out her hand to help her up.
“Would the solitary cell be OK, Lt. Billings? It’s empty
at the moment, and right beside the guard station. She
would be safe there, ma’am, if that’s fine with you?”
Sandra Billings nodded, preoccupied with some other
questions. One question in particular. On a whim, she
asked the now excited woman, "Uh, by the way, Mrs.
Saunders? Do you know if anyone was supposed to visit your
husband last weekend?"
"I don’t know. I do know he had visitors all the time when
he wasn’t traveling on business. I hadn’t lived at the
house for about two-three weeks. I was moved out just
after they beat me. He never introduced his visitors to
me, so I wouldn’t know who they were, anyway. But why
don’t you ask Bruce? He usually took care of all of those
things for Bill."
The second nuke silenced the room again.
"Uh, Bruce? Who's Bruce ...” asked the lieutenant
cautiously. It wasn’t uncommon for cornered spouses to
blame the first person to come to mind. But, she hadn’t
accused him. This was the first time this name had come
up. There were beginning to be too many suspects, now.
She continued, “... and what do you mean 'they' beat you?
I thought your husband beat you."
"Bruce, uh, I don’t know his last name. But, Bruce, you
know. Bruce is the butler. Or, at least, that's what Bill
called him. He was really Bill's lover. He lives at the
mansion. You could ask him who was there.
“Anyway, it was the two of them that strung me up in the
basement and beat me. They said it was to get me to go out
with Sam, but all they would have had to do was ask me. I
know I said that Bill beat me, but I think Bruce did most
of the actual beating," she said, defensive of her dead
husband. Karin also left out the part about the
plunger handle rape.
Bells went off in Lt. Billing’s brain. A lover! A new
suspect! With a motive! Hot damn! And there hadn't been
a trace of him in the house, which meant he was probably on
the run. He had a three-day head start, but she was the
long arm of the law.
Sandra Billings picked up her cellular phone and made
several calls. By the time Karin left for her cell in the
woman’s wing, a full autopsy on Bill had been ordered, his
physician contacted, and a nation-wide search for the
missing butler had been initiated.
It took ten days, but all charges against Karin were
dropped. She had spent those ten days without speaking to
a single person. The only person she saw was the abusive
guard, who was so obsequious and solicitous, it made Karin
wince to see her come into with the cell with her tray of
food.
She left the county facility and stood on the sidewalk
outside. She had nowhere to go, and no way to get there.
Her world had been shattered by recent events.
It was suddenly very dark outside.
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