Collared At The Scene
By Lisa Jayne Archer
Copyright © 2016 by Lisa Jayne Archer
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
Her hands were bound by thick, black cuffs nailed to the silver wall behind her. A coal tinted blindfold hid her eyes from public view as her long, blonde hair trickled down her shoulders. She was clothed in nothing, standing with her feet shoulder-width apart and shackled by chains securely fastened to the floor.
This was just one of the pleasure stations scattered all around the perimeter of the dark underground secret club known only to a few as The Circus. Every square foot was covered with some form of debaucherous act, the pinnacle of human pleasure played out among its members. Every participant wore a mask of particular originality. Some covered just the eyes, while others covered the entire head. He chose a black leather mask that hid his entire face.
Taking a stroll through the place, one might find the acts being performed quite eccentric, maybe even terrifying. Unless a member here, it might not be clear the purpose of this establishment. For most, it was to live out their most erotic fantasies. For him, it was a killing ground.
In a dark corner, women entangled themselves to explore the depths of each other’s bodies, while in another, a woman lay on a flat platform while a man penetrated her to the delight of a small crowd gathered around them. The vibrating rhythm of the house music pulsated throughout the place feeding the primal urge of predator and prey.
His focus was on her. Restrained, she hung on the wall like a beautiful painting. She was lovely but on display like a slab of meat in a butcher shop. This is how he saw her. A sane person might ask why such a pretty creature would subject herself to such punishment. For her, she was living out her sexual needs, something that felt dangerous but in the absolute safety of the club.
He grabbed the cold leather whip from its resting place on the wall and unraveled it. The tendrils fell to the floor as he cocked it back behind his head before launching it at her thighs. A quick snap echoed, rivaling the house music followed by a gasp of pleasure from her cherry red lips.
He launched the animal skin at her again, this time across her breasts. She squirmed as a noise escaped her lips followed by the corners of her mouth turning upward. What gave her pleasure caused him contempt. He was dissatisfied with watching her contentment and with each pass of his whip his mood darkened.
He was the one in control, not her. He would have her feel what he wanted her to feel and on his timeline. Nothing about her feminine body appealed to him. He expressed himself with women like this in an effort to ignore a persistent truth about himself. One that he didn’t want to acknowledge.
The whip came down on her faster and harder until red welts formed across her body. Each time he tried to hurt her she would elicit the opposite emotion. His anger swelled as he could no longer control himself. He dropped the whip and lunged at her, his hands forming a half moon around her throat. He pressed into her flesh and tightened his grip.
She was no longer smiling, no longer experiencing pleasure. She was now feeling what he wanted her to feel - fear. He watched her face as he tested the limits of his strength, creating a human noose around her throat. She tried to cough but the asphyxiation was too great. Her body went limp as he continued to squeeze. He blamed her for all the problems in his life. His sexual confusion and why she should be the one to pay for all of that.
When she no longer made any sounds he released her throat. The club was filled with loud, thumping music, sin and temptation. He looked around, he loved these kinds of killing grounds, again no one appeared to notice his crime. He took a minute to slow his breathing and look around for witnesses. The darkness fell hard on him but he welcomed it. There was no guilt or shame in his mind about what he had done.
He casually strolled away from the lifeless body strapped to the wall and headed to the back room to dress before going out into Chicago’s chilly night air. He felt exhilarated, one less shameful slut in his world.
Chapter 2
“You here?” A voice echoed through the house.
“In the living room.” Melanie shouted back.
Jack Perkins walked into the room to see her sitting on the couch watching her favorite crime show. He bent down and gave her a kiss.
“How was your day?” She asked.
“Pretty strange, as you know.” He replied. “Any developments on your end?”
“Not yet.” She moved over to make room for him to sit down.
“You guys messed up my club pretty good, you know.” He said.
“I know, I’m sorry about that. Crime scenes tend to be messy. Hope it didn’t affect your profits too much.” Melanie rested her head on his shoulder.
“No, just our reputation.” He grinned.
“I wouldn’t say that. It’s not like you’re a classy establishment.” She joked.
“For what we do, I would like to think we are.” Jack grabbed the remote, turned off the television and looked at her.
“It is a shame about that girl. You know what this means.” He said.
“It is a shame and no, I don’t know what it means.” Melanie adjusted her shirt.
“We are going to have to tighten security. I created the club to be a safe place for people to live out their fantasies, not a place of harm.” Jack looked at her intently waiting for her to understand his point.
“You just need to review the rules with the staff and send out a notice to all members about the incident, reminding them to use safe practices.” She lifted her head off of his shoulder and turned to him. “In the meantime, we are working on finding a suspect and you can help with that.”
“How?” He asked.
“By giving us the names of your member list.” She said.
He groaned and then stood up, “You know I can’t do that. I can’t violate that trust.”
“I know it’s hard but it is important for us to find out who did this so they don’t come back and do it again.” She reasoned.
“That’s why you’re a detective. What would you do in a regular nightclub that doesn’t have a members list to pick from?” Jack said.
“Look, I don’t want to fight about this. I’m tired.” Melanie stood up and headed for the bedroom.
“I don’t want to fight about this either. It’s been hard enough keeping our relationship under wraps. I don’t want to add to the stress. Need some help to take your mind off of things?” Jack said with a grin.
“I’m not really in the mood but we can, as long as you take the lead.” Replied Melanie.
“Don’t I always?” Jack said as a smile grew across his face. He grabbed her around the waist, leading her into the bedroom.
Jack pushed Melanie up against the wall, pinning both wrists overhead with a single hand, leaving the other to slide up her shirt and rest on the small of her back. Melanie stared past him at the light flickering through the slit in the curtains, feeling slightly uninterested but as she felt his hot breath on her neck, the warmth building in her pussy told her that might soon change. Jack leaned in close, moving his fingers up her smooth legs and cupping his hand over her lips, feeling the warmth radiate through her panties. He switched between running his tongue up and do
wn her long neck and whispering in her ear, graphically detailing promises of pleasure and pain. A shiver ran down her spine as she tingled with anticipation at being taken.
With Melanie’s arms still pinned overhead, Jack took a slight step back so he could get a good view. Dressed in a figure hugging pencil skirt and matching blazer she looked every part the good detective to the outside world. Jack knew better, his cock swelling in his pants as he hungrily looked her up and down.
“Turn around and unzip this.” Jack commanded, motioning to her skirt and releasing her wrists from his grip.
Melanie duly obliged as Jack stepped back in, scratching his fingers up the back of her thighs as he deftly hitched her skirt over her hips. Pressing her against the wall he expertly slipped two fingers into the side of her wet panties, pulling them down as his fingers found her clit. She released a soft moan as he worked his fingers down her long slit. His touch made her so wet, lubricating her swollen pussy and igniting his desire.
He pushed two fingers inside of her, working them in and out to spread her juices, pressing them up into her g-spot as his palm cupped her clit. She settled into the delicious feeling between her legs as he moved his hand up and down, creating a rhythmic tension on her button.
“Put your arms against the wall and spread ‘em detective.” Jack ordered. “And stick that ass out for me.”
“Yes boss.” She replied coquettishly.
Jack held her wrists sternly against the wall and teased his cock against her pussy, Melanie was aching to get fucked. Impatient with his own games Jack steadied himself with one hand on her ass. He found the entrance to her tight pussy and pushed himself hard inside of her. She gasped in surprise as she accepted the full length of him. His balls bounced off her pussy as she slid down the wall, sticking her ass further out as he shoved his cock in and out of her.
He pulled out long enough to rub his cock head over her tight asshole teasing her with the possibility. She loved it when he put it in her ass and as tight as she was, it always made him cum fast. Maybe later. Right now he pushed hard back inside her pussy and was enjoying watching her juices overflow down her leg as he pumped her full of his hot dick. He loved fucking her. The harder the better for both of them.
“Oh fuck yeah ” She moaned.
He was a great fuck. The best she had ever had. He knew exactly how to hit the right spot time after time, releasing her inhibitions. With him she felt safe and comfortable to explore every dark fantasy she had ever had.
“Please, please…...don’t stop baby.” She whined.
He grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling her head back as he thrust his cock inside her again. She pushed back hard into him at the increasing pleasure of his assault. He placed his thumb over the crack of her ass thrilling her with an additional pleasure.. She began to feel the waves of her orgasm intensifying, the next one more intense than the last.
“I’m going to cum..” She panted. He increased his speed until her screams were louder. He fucked her pussy fervently.
Her scream morphed into successive moans as the orgasmic waves of aftershock settled in her belly. Jack felt the rise in his own orgasm. A couple of pumps in and out of her pussy and he began to explode. He pulled himself out of her to watch his semen squirt all over her tight asshole. He jacked himself off as spurts of his cum spasmed out of him and onto her ass.
Dripping in sweat, he pulled her into the bed, covering her body with his own reaching up to kiss her neck.
“You fuck so good.” She said.
“You take my cock so good.” He laughed.
Chapter 3
“Caucasian female, mid-twenties, apparent asphyxiation.” Detective Melanie Davis recited to her partner. “ Her right ear has a small hoop, looks like the left could be missing.”
Police swarmed the now empty club searching for evidence. Patrons had been escorted out once the body was discovered. Now every inch of the place was being photographed, tagged and bagged to build a case on finding the murder suspect.
“Wow, look at this place,” Detective Mike Shaw said. “Have you ever seen anything like it?”
“Once you’ve been around awhile, Shaw, nothing surprises you.” She said.
Melanie noticed the ligature marks on the girl’s neck. “It took a lot of pressure to crush her windpipe like that.”
“How do you know it’s broken,” Detective Shaw asked.
“See that protrusion on her neck?” She asked him.
“Yeah.”
“It isn’t supposed to be there.” She answered.
He studied the girl’s neck for a moment before asking, “How long have you been on the force, detective?”
“Going on fifteen years.” She answered.
“I guess a person can learn a lot in that time.” Mike stepped away from the girl’s body and followed Melanie to the bar.
“They can if they are paying attention. That’s good advice for you to follow.” She indicated that she was going to talk to the bar keeper.
“Excuse me, sir.” She approached the man behind the bar. He was counting the money from the night’s profits. He looked up at her then continued counting.
She waited for him to stop. It was one of those courtesies you did for someone who had a lot of money to count. There was nothing worse than getting halfway through counting only to have to start all over again due to a distraction.
He dropped the money into a zippered money bag before acknowledging her. “Yes, how can I help you?”
“Can you tell me anything about what happened tonight?” She asked.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” he answered.
“Can’t or won’t?” She gave him a stare waiting for him to give her some answers.
“I can’t tell you anything because I don’t know anything.” The man said.
“Well if you do remember anything, be sure to call me.” Melanie presented her business card to him and gave him a scornful glare.
“I’ll be sure to do that.” He said.
“Detective Davis, I think we should get back to the station and wait for the lab results. I managed to secure a couple of witnesses to talk to so maybe we can work on that in the meantime.” Mike said.
Chapter 4
“We have identified the victim.” Mike stood up from his desk and walked over to where Melanie was sitting. He dropped a folder down on her desk.
She opened the folder exposing the contents. There were photos of the girl along with the coroner’s report. She fingered the pages running through them with a quick eye, stopping long enough to read through the report.
“Carly Mather. Twenty-one year old college student. Lives on campus. Psychology major.” She read aloud.
Mike added, “Her friends say she had a boyfriend.” He rummaged through his paperwork. “John Denton. Looks like he is also a student at Alton University.”
“You’ve already contacted her friends.” Melanie asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” Mike replied.
“Nice... I like you calling me ma’am.” Melanie half joked
“Did any of her friends say where they saw her last?” Melanie was scribbling on her legal pad.
“One of her friends mentioned she last saw her with her college professor.”
“What’s his name and what does he teach?” Melanie inquired.
“Dr. Chris Belfort. Teaches psychology.” Mike shuffled the paperwork and handed her a form.
She looked at it briefly before adding it to the file.
“We have already notified the victim’s family, of course.” Mike said.
“Good. Did you mention the nature of her death?”
“No. I thought you would want to approach that subject with them.”
“Perfect. In the meantime, let’s set up a time to interview her professor and the boyfriend.” Melanie instructed.
Mike left her office and set about the task of setting up the interviews.
She knew all about the difficulties facing this young girl.
She didn’t want her family to hear the shock of how she was found until she could speak to them personally. It could be difficult for family to understand the reasons why she went to such a club. It wasn’t her job to explain the victim’s thought process but she did know a little something about why she may choose to be part of one.
It started as a way to please a college boyfriend. One time when they were having sex, he pulled out a scarf from the drawer of his side table. He asked Melanie to trust him and when she agreed he blindfolded her with it. He told her to lie very still as he moved across the length of her body with his tongue. The exhilaration of losing one of her senses and by default heightening the others, gave her a concentrated feeling of pleasure. More than she had ever felt before. Blindfolding became a normal start to their foreplay, eventually moving on to being tied up. Then came light spankings. First with a hand then with a crop, as her fantasy started to further develop.
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