Serial Killer Strikes Again

[poohlive]

She couldn't have made love under the tree. There was no evidence. The tree was clear and snowy, everything was except for the place where the body had been dropped. A single footprint, that's all that was left for the police, a single footprint.

He had destroyed it in his haste, knowing if he left it there it would be his own footprint beside it. He would be involved in the crime, everything would come back to him. In order to save himself, he had to save the killer.

He didn't know why, but all of this had made him so turned on.

When she suckled at his neck, he groaned in response. Yes, he wanted her to touch him, to feel him like this, in this spot. It was so intimate, was it not? Wasn't everything just how it should be?

He wanted to be intimate here, to share her the way he had shared with the killer.

His hands came up across her body, touching her, caressing the skin left exposed on her arm. He wanted to feel all of her, watching her eyes as they fucked next to where the body lay.

"Yes," He whispered, his lips touching the softness of her ear, nibbling it, taking it into his mouth, "I've wanted you for soo long. I do want you Angelica... I want you soo bad."

His hands moved further across her body, groping at her flesh.

 

[jushorny]

Marc & Samantha

After placing the pizza order I stood in the Kitchen, watching Sam as she tackled unpacking boxes. Even looking tired, even with all the crumpled paper surrounding her, Sam still looked beautiful. I opened a bottle of wine and went to the cabinet for glasses. I noticed it seemed like there were a couple of glasses missing, but shrugged it off, figuring they were somewhere in the messy kitchen, most likely dirty from our last bottle.

We sat on the couch devouring both the pizza and the wine. I surveyed the living room already noticing Sam’s touch in place. It felt very comfortable, very natural to have Sam here with me, being a part of my life. For once, finally, I felt as if my life was worth living, I felt some direction, I felt the worse of my past was behind me and fading further away.

I was halfway through the last piece of pizza when Sam chuckled. I looked over at her quizzically, wondering what she had found so amusing. She continued smiling but offered no explanation. I set the pizza down, took a sip of wine before turning back to face her on the couch. I had her attention with my growing smile and caught her off guard, both my hands attacking her right above the hips, tickling her sides and making her squirm. She tried to pry my hands off her but was unsuccessful. My mouth descended upon her neck as I held her hands over her head. I continued licking, kissing until I found her lips. We shared a slow passionate kiss before I pulled away, bringing her body over mine as I laid back on the couch. I held Sam head against my chest, running my fingers through her hair.

 

[Babette_____]

Celine Swartzletter - CSI Investigator

Celine Swartzletter stared at the evidence that had been collected and she turned back to the rest of the group, unsure where everyone stood as far as time and commitments went, but she knew she like the rest, wanted the man or woman caught. She still thought it was a man and had her money riding on it. . . it looked like the young college gopher was going to win. Everything was laid out on the table and it was her job to tell everyone what was what.

“This was different then anything before and frankly that concerns me. Besides the difference in crimes. . .the blood drawing, the fact that the couple was dragged off, the fact that there was a couple to begin with, not to mention all the evidence. . .to me this points as either someone setting someone else up, the killer is becoming sloppy as well as more deranged, or we have a new terror on our hands. . .a copy cat.”

She motioned for someone, anyone really to get the lights and then she started flashing the pictures of the crime scene for everyone. “Here are our victims, identified as Brian Deland and Debra Snyder.” A collective groan could be heard round the room. “Yes the same ones that we thought we’re tied in with the case, but someone decided it wasn’t worth a follow up on the evidence.” She looked around the room, everyone knew who had been at fault, but no one was going to say it.

“The FBI will be down here again and I don’t think he’ll be leaving this time, until we have this solved.”

More photos were shown, snap shots of the blood splatters, the wine goblets, hair samples, nail clippings.

“There is so much here for us, I don’t know if I trust it or not, however. . .we have prints and DNA evidence this time from a woman and a man. The male DNA matches that of Marc Jordan.”

Another round of grumbles.

“Yes that Marc Jordan the same one that was interviewed over the phone. . .” She raised a brow. “We’re sending a couple of officers over to his place to pick him up and bring him in. They also have been asked to politely. . .” she sighed. “Politely bring in any girlfriend or lover he confesses to having.”

Celine shrugged her shoulders. “So we either have our killer Marc Jordan,” she rolled her eyes, “or we have a set up for Marc Jordan. . .either way he’s all we got and this time he is coming in.”

She gathered up her things and left. She had a date with John Matthews and she wasn’t going to be late either.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha and Marc

Samantha fell into his arms and held him close, the kiss played on her mind and she felt as if she were where she belonged. How had it happened so quickly and why wasn’t she running? She didn’t know or care. She only had the need to be with him. She turned over, just enough to set her palms on his chest and her chin on her arms. She smiled up at him and leaned up to kiss his lips.

“Marc, this is amazing. All of it. I can’t believe how right this is.”

Her lips returned to his, her tongue traced the curve of his lips and then she slipped the warm muscle inside. Rocking her hips over his growing erection she could only grin when she heard his growl. Her fingers trailed down his chest and over his nipples, before gliding to his stomach and then further.

It was the sound of the doorbell that either saved them both from making out on the couch or ruined it. . .depending on the nicknacks that were still precariously perched on boxes and end tables. “I’ll get it. You stay put!”

Samantha jumped up and winked at her lover and his engorged member. She made her way to the front door and looked through the small circle that served as “peep hole”. “Cops?” she muttered to herself.

“Marc, there are two cops at the door.”

She opened it and asked what was wrong. Both pushed passed her and demanded to see Marc, something told her he would be just as shocked as she was.

 

[Babette_____]

She found herself growing more excited and she pushed him to the cold grass. She was glad that winter had finally let up at the end of January and only a few flurries fell in February. April had come in rather warm and she was going to take advantage of it. As the cool night air caressed her skin, she knew she couldn’t remove all her clothes, but she wanted to feel as much of him as she could. Her eyes looked up at the place where she’d dropped off Marty and she shivered in anticipation.

“Baby. . .call me your girl. . .call me your angel,” she told him as she reached up and lifted herself from his body. She ran her hands down his stomach and over his swelling crotch. “You know that chick killed those men and they called her “Daddy’s girl” in the paper. . .can you do that for me? Would you?”

She pressed his cock harder and leaned back so she could work free his button and then the zipper. Her panties were soaked and she rubbed one of her hands against her sex. “Trevor. . call me Daddy’s girl. . .I bet she was some sick bitch that got off on it. Do it for me baby, please." She stood up and slipped her panties off and then straddled him again.

“It’s dark Trev. No one can see us. Fuck your little girl,” she growled out as she thought about how warm Marty’s blood had been when it flowed through her hands.

 

[poohlive]

Did she really want to do this? He had never thought of her like that before. She had always been so straight laced, such a nice girl. Now, something dark and dememented came out of her, as she growled and him and begged him to call her his little girl.

His angel.

Did she look right at the place where they found the body when she said this? Was she looking at the murder scene the whole time? She wanted to feel what Daddy's Little girl felt, she wanted to be fucked up like the killer.

Trevor could feel himself straining because of this, because of her. He had found her through his connections with various porn shops. Nice girls who bought whips or chains or something along those lines.

He had found several girls, Angelica being one of them.

"Call me Daddy," He said, kissing her, feeling her hands shift down his body, urging to touch his cock.

"You're my little girl, my angle. And I am your daddy. Let Daddy take care of his baby girl."

His fingers already went to her smooth pussy lips, juices flowing eagerly to his hands. He could feel such immense heat pouring from her, almost liquid. One finger pushed inside.

"My angel's cunt. I love touching your pretty little cunt. Do you want to fuck Daddy? Is that it?"

He let his cock replace the finger, pushing hard inside her. They both groaned, as their sexes merged. He could feel some eager release, looking up at her.

"Oh, good girl. Fuck Daddy..."

 

[jushorny]

Marc & Samantha w/ Police

I felt Sam’s hand push against my chest as she got up off the sofa to see who was at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone and wondered who it possibly could be. I watched her ass as she made her way around all the boxes making her own path to the door. I needed to get her naked in bed as soon as she dismisses our intruder I thought to myself.

“Marc, there are two cops at the door.”

My arousal was immediately deflated when I heard her words. Even after all these years, just the thought of cops made me nervous. I got up off the sofa and made my own way to the door wondering what could the police possibly want now. I put my arm around Sam’s waist and held her close.

“What can I do for you officers?”

I did my best not to sound nervous, not wanting to give them any wrong signal. They were smart, verifying I was the Marc Jordan they were looking for before informing me they would be taking me down to the station. My armpits were sweating profusely at just the thought of stepping back into the police station. I did my best to gather information from them as to why they exactly needed me to come into the station. True to form, they offered nothing that was of any help.

It was when they asked Sam to come along as well that I started to become incensed at the injustice going on here. I knew damn well I was not guilty of anything, not even a past due parking ticket. I knew they had to be after me not her, so I saw no reason for her to come along.

The two officers could sense my anger and knew damn well they had no legal reason to request her presence. So, being typical police they changed their tactic. Now, while I was being led to their police car, Sam was grabbing her keys to follow us down to the station. The police suggested maybe it would be smart for her to follow, that if, was we said, we had done nothing wrong, then at least she would be there to give me a ride back home.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica tingled all over as his words poured into her with as much force as his cock did. The friction of his clothing and hers added to the excitement she was feeling. He’d fuck her like that sometimes. He’d get home from work and mom would be in the other room. He’d force his way into her cunt fast and quick. The zipper of his jeans would dig at her and she’d feel the teeth of them marking her.

“Oh god yes Daddy.... I want you to fuck me. Oh fuck, harder... please Daddy harder.”

Her voice had raised an octave as she rode her “father’s” cock. “Ohhh... ohh fuck yes!” she squealed as she ground against him. Her fingers pulled at the fabric of Trevor’s shirt as she ground her clit against his sex.

Her eyes locked on the place where she’d dumped Marty and she saw him hanging from his ceiling. She loved it. “Yes! Daddy... your little girl wants you to take her.”

Angelica saw Marty’s body covered in crimson liquid and she wanted to bath in it, but she knew she could only bath in the come of her “father.”

“Soon... oh god, I’m sooooo close Daddy... please, please help me.”

 

[poohlive]

He saw the killer's face, watched in both horror and fascination as she cut deep into Marty's still breathing body. The image came to him in stark reality, the way those pictures showed sharp angles and contrasting colors. It hit him, as he looked at the place she had thrown his carcass.

Useless, dead carcass. Daddy all used up, fucked out of him, unable to take anymore from his baby girl.

"Cum for me," He grunted, fucking her harder. He grabbed her hair, pulling it hard, "This is Daddy's cunt now. I own my baby girl's little fucking cunt. Let me feel it cum, cum all over Daddy's big hard cock."

He pulled her hair again, knowing they were both looking at Marty's final resting place. Did she have the same morbid fantasy as him? Were they both imagining the same thing as they fucked each other?

Were they both damned.

He kissed her, hard, his teeth biting her lower lip. Their mouths exploded with blood just as he came inside her. He came hard, his cock rocking inside her used pussy, pushing further and further in as he spent his seed.

He licked at her wound, the taste of blood like acid in his mouth.

Trevor wanted more.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha/NPC officers

Samantha followed the squad car to the station; the whole time she was tailing the cop car, she was thinking of Marc and what he told her about gambling. Surely he hadn’t gotten messed up with that again, no she believed he wasn’t involved in that mess. She knew he couldn’t be. What was going on though? She asked herself.

Eventually they reached the police station and she hurried in. She was told to wait in an office and Marc was pulled away from her. She wondered if she needed to call anyone for him and a female officer told her to sit tight and she’d let her know if Marc wanted anything.

She waited patiently for what seemed like forever when finally a woman came in and sat down across from her. “Your name?” she asked Sam.

“Samantha Cordial,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry, but where’s Marc? What’s happening to him? Why are we here?” she asked.

“I can’t get all into that right now. But tell me what do you know about Marc Jordan and where he’s been lately?”

Another person came in and opened a small suitcase. Samantha watched the new person put on gloves and take out a few things to lay on the desk. “What’s going on now?” she asked.

“We just want some DNA samples and fingerprints from you,” the officer said.

“What the fuck for?” Samantha asked. She knew something was up and she wasn’t about to give in easily. “Tell me what’s going on,” she insisted.

 

[lord_bob]

Alexi jumped out of his chair as he slammed down the phone from the call of the editor, Mr. Perry, this was going to be great! well for him that was obviously not for the poeple that were going to be involved int this story, then again, said the inner reporter of alexi, no-one in these huge stroies is ever alright; scandals, murders, politics, sports, every single one of these people is people is being fucked over....Alexi smiled wickedly, and I'm there to watch them go down in flames so the rest of the world can read about it He sometimes felt sorry for them, but then again if they never got into shit, he wouldn't have a job as one of the best reporters in town, and he never lied, he's always made sure if people were in shit, it was true.

Alexi swung his head around, looking through the clear panelling of his moderately sized office to see if any of the other people working on his floor had seen him dancing about to the great noise, it didn't seem like anyone had, he relaxed and laughed, relieved, not that it would matter, not with this story, but this way if the story bombed no-one would have been there to see him celebrating too early. This story was gong to be huge, the serial killer of the century, our very own jack the ripper, well not even close, but that was what you had to say, the public ate up comparisons like that as though they were steak. So many people dead, that was a pity, Alexi didn't really like death, that's why he preferred headlining stories that merely involved embezzlement or an affair, but this was going to be a hug story, that was sure

He began typing on his computer, searching up other stories that had been ivolved on this case already, one name came up repeatedly, so low level crime reporter named Ivy Tanne, a good writer, but she was going to stay where she was, she wasn't looking at the big picture here, but her stories were still useful, they were very accurate in what was actually involved, he noted down the names of the officers working the cases. Still looking at the screen ALexi picked up the phone and dialled up his contact working down at the police station, trying to find out who else would be involved, someone who might be closely involved with the murders themselves....someone in the CSI

"Hey Donny, how're you doing? kids doing well, that's groovy, really we must organise a dinner sometime soon," Alexi rolled his eyes, that always needed to be said, "Yeah I wanted to check out some people involved on a case.....yeah that one, good guess. Ah it must be pretty big talk down there. I'm wondering if you can get me in contact with the CSI people who are working with his.. Oh don't be like that, you won't get in trouble have I ever failed you before?...." The banter contiuned for a full 15 minutes before Donny finally gave in and gave him the names of John Matthews and Celine Swartzletter, two of the CSI most close to the case. ALexi thanked him, promised to worship the ground that Donny walked on and then hung up.

Alexi swivelled in his chair for a few moments, mostly because it helped him think, but also because he had a devillishly immature attitude sometimes and swivelling an office chair was a child's favourite pastime, he smiled thinly. Then pushing back the chair and moving to his coat rack, taking his black docker trenchcoat and exiting the building via one of the many elevators. He strolled off into the busy streets, hailing a taxi.

"Police station"

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica felt "Marty" beneath her... then she heard her "father" order her to come all over him. She knew she had to; she knew if she didn’t he’d punish her. She threw back her head and cried out her release. “Yesss!” she screamed. “Yessss, Daddyyyyy!!!”

Her fluids slid thick from her cunt to cover her father... She saw him beneath her as he’d been since she was a little girl. She felt his mouth on hers and she felt the pain of his kiss... her blood spilled and his fingers twisted in her hair. “Ohhh ohhh fuck, yes Daddy... I want your come... come Daddy.... come before Mommy finds us... ohhh fuck me harder...!” she ground her hips against him.

The night air kissed her skin and it drank up the sweat that ran down her back and was soaking her clothes. For a moment as the second orgasm to hit her slammed into her pussy, she looked down and saw "Brian"... she saw how he looked with her bucking against his swollen cock, a cock she’d fucked often. “Yeah... baby...”

Her mouth captured Trevor’s again and this time she thrust her tongue in deep as her fingers slipped up his shirt and then her nails clawed down his chest. “Come for your fucking angel... come for your whore... come on Daddy... your little girl wants it.” She hissed against his mouth before she showered him again with her honey.

 

[Steiner]

Detective Martin Hollander walked into the central police headquarters for Plainview PD with a pleasantly surprised feeling. When he learned that the detectives were all assigned to the HQ he'd had this feeling that he was headed for Bumfuck, Iowa where there would be about 2 squad cars and an old maid working dispatch, but the building was big and modern and homicide had its own office.

He waved his new badge at the desk sergeant and the man just waved him through, buzzing open the door and letting him into the lobby. His old precinct had been a bustling place that would be alive with the drunk and disorderly take at this time in the morning, but Plainview was quiet. The drunks were downstairs in the basement's holding tank or individual cells - depending on their needs.

He'd read up on the case he'd been assigned to - he was on just the one case for now - the so-called Daddy's Little Girl case. It was your usual chilling tale - seemed that one of Plainview's nice suburbanite dwellers had come utterly unhinged. Though there weren't REALLY enough bodies for her (if it was a her) to be classified a major serial killer, the case had a nasty enough edge to it to be exciting. THIS was what homicide was about!

Rather than meeting his captain, Martin reported to the Chief's office. The man was friendly, had obviously been a local cop most of his life, and genuinely welcomed Martin to the Plainview PD. Martin, for his part, played the fresh rookie glad to be out of the big city and just itching to settle into his new home. The chief shook Martin's hand and said "I wanted Detective Hallenbeck to be here to welcome you too - he's our senior Detective and heading up the Daddy's Little Girl case. You'll be working directly for him Martin - he's our best, so it's your chance to shine. Unfortunately we found another body recently and we've just got some interesting evidence back so Hallenbeck is working through it. I don't think he's seen sunlight in three days. Anyway - read up on the new case file, I know that they didn't send you everything, and let's see if you can hit the ground running."

Martin spend most of that day chatting to the other homicide detectives - Plainview didn't rate many - and also getting to grips with the case he was working. The new evidence was... Intruiging. After four murders with no substantiative evidence left there was suddenly all sorts of indicators. Nail fragments. Hair. Some blood. And best of all two perps to interrogate. The senior detective was out for the day, so why shouldn't Martin get some play. He realised that the lead would be some kinda pissed if he talked to the killer first, but the girlfriend? That was doable.

Martin grabbed his pad and a cup of coffee, sliding the thick folder he had on the Daddy's Girl Killings next to the pad and reached for the intercom.

"Sarge? Would you have the girl they brought in, Samantha Cordial, brought to an interrogation room for me? And have the tape rolling, Sarge. And nobody tells her anything, okay?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha/Hollender and NPC officer with Marc Jordan

Samantha was anything, but in a good mood by the time she was taken to yet another office. She hadn’t been allowed to see Marc, nor would they tell her anything about what was going on. She did cooperate with them, she had done nothing wrong and saw no need in not giving what they asked for. She was a librarian for God’s sake not an axe murderer.

After the scrapped her mouth with a cotton swap and took fingernail scrapings, she was allowed to wash off the powder from the fingerprinting. They allowed her to use the restroom and when she watched the toilet water spin she smirked and muttered, “Should have offered them a urine sample, damn idiots.”

Her eyes were set in a heated glare when she met those of yet another officer. “I want to know what’s going on,” she told him. Her eyes scanned his imposing form and she read his name tag. “Officer Hollender.”

She gave his name another glance and smirked. An easy one to remember... she hated Hollandaise sauce, and she could tell she wasn’t going to like what ever this gentleman was going to tell her, or more to the point what he wasn’t going to tell her. “Where is Marc Jordan by the way?”

Her fingers were clenched in a tight fists as different emotions swirled around her. Anger. Confusion. Fear. Disbelief. Everything was building up and she was looking for someone to blame, Hollender looked like a potential victim.

__________

At the same time another officer was walking into a room where Marc Jordan was being held. He eyed the suspect with disdain and slammed pictures of Deb and Brian's lifeless bodies onto the table. The glossy prints were ones that John Matthews had taken earlier and Celine had shown at the last briefing. They weren't pretty.

"I guess she interrupted you breaking and entering again? Huh?" the officer said as he waited for Marc's reaction to the bodies that had been decomosing for over several weeks, before they were photographed.

 

[Steiner]

Martin flipped open the folder and opened it to the third page. He looked at it for about 5 seconds and then turned two pages at once. This was to tell Samantha that he in no way needed anything in the file, he was just headfaking her. That he'd do it so obviously was meant to send its own message.

Finally he looked up. When he spoke it was to ignore Samantha's questions in favour of his own line of inquiry.

"Samantha Cordial. You're a librarian, am I correct, Samantha? The great thing about working Homicide in small town Illinois is getting to meet all the pillars of the community, I see.

You've been a good girl, haven't you Samantha? A couple of parking tickets I see... *Chuckle* My, you've got a few cautions for speeding, haven't you? I guess the cops round here must like you. Speaking of which, I'm Detective Hollander, Sam. You can call me Martin, Detective Hollander or just Detective - whatever sets you at ease the most."

Martin gave Sam an insincere smile which failed to navigate north of his nose.

"Now, your boyfriend - Marc Jordan. Is he your boyfriend, Sam? Okay. Well, each to their own. Anyway he HASN'T made the same sort of choices you have, has he? I mean, I hope he's told you at the very least? Quite the record - most of it some time ago, I hasten to add. And no outstanding warrants - except for the one we brought him in on, of course, but that's new this morning.

You know about the trouble he was in a couple of months ago, Sam? Want to tell me in your own words?"

Martin leaned back, picked up his coffee and took a swig.

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry and Serenity

Shortly after ringing the bell the door swings open and Jerry sees Serenity standing there she quickly pulls him inside and closes the door. Showing her the plates he says. "Hi beautiful I brought us dinner." Soon they were sitting down to eat dinner enjoying the good slightly tangy bar b que.

After dinner they move to the sofa and talk about their respective days. Jerry tells her as much as he can about the new murders that have been commited, but that the police have evidence and maybe ever a possible suspect.



While they are sitting on the sofa watching the late news Serenity leans back and whispers,"Thank you for sharing as much as do about your life, I do know how rare that is." Leaning up she kissed him softly, Jerry replies, "It's my pleasure darlin" than he leans down and returns her kiss. Then they settled back to watch the rest of the news.

AFter the news is over Jerry enjoying the feel of Serenitys body pressed up against his leans and whispers,"Would you like a massage sweetheart?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha/Hollander

Her brow raised as he fired off a few questions for her and then when he finally got to Marc her interest was further perked. She calmed though, because she knew what he was talking about Marc’s past.

She took a deep breath and decided, the best thing she could do for Marc was to be honest with the police, after all he had been honest with her. However just as she was about to tell the officer that he mentioned trouble Marc was in a couple of months ago. This she wasn’t sure what he meant and thought back over what was happening a couple of months ago.

Eventually all she could come up with was they were just starting to get to know each other and there was a short time he was gone to his sisters. She bit down on her lip, a habit she had long ago decided she couldn’t break and eyed the detective.

“Yes, Marc is my boyfriend. We just decided to move in together today and my stuff was moved to his place.” She smoothed her blouse down and then continued her conversation, hoping that she’d be finished with this interview and back in Marc’s arms before morning. It was already creeping up on Midnight.

“He told me about the gambling problem he had as well as serving time for it. People change. As far as warrants. . . I’m sure there is a misunderstanding somewhere and you ‘people’ will clear it up soon. I wasn’t aware of any trouble he was in a few months ago. But we’ve only been dating since January, so if you mean prior to that then he hasn’t shared that information with me, and I’m sure I wouldn’t care what it was.”

She did care though, especially if it was something that occurred during the time of their new and budding relationship.

“I also don’t need to be here, but came as a courtesy to Marc and in a way to you officers. You’ve never done anything to me and no. . . I don’t know why the officers don’t ticket me, then again I know their kids more than I know them. So I’m just a familiar face to people, it doesn’t make me their buddies. Is there anything else? I’d like to take myself and Marc home now.”

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan at Police Station

I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting in the room, before the officer finally came back to speak to me. I do know I was becoming more and more impatient with every minute that ticked by. I knew that were barking up the wrong tree, I just had to convince them of that. My stomach was in knots and I was perspiring more heavily than typical even for stressful occasions. I was sick thinking about Samantha and what they were asking her. I had been through the questioning before, I doubt Sam had been through such a thing.

I was well aware how the police twisted things around in their effort to get you to admit to something, even if you were admitting to something that was not completely true. There were two things going in my favor. I had not done anything wrong, nothing illegal and I had my lawyers card in my wallet. It was something I had carried with me since my first and only scrape with the justice system.

I couldn’t believe it when the officer began asking about the break in and Deb’s place that happened over three months ago. What could that have to do with anything now? I had not heard hide nor hair from Deb or Brian. I had assumed the issue was dead. I reiterated to the officer the same story I had told Detective Hallenbeck. I even suggested to the officer that he call the detective. I remember that he seemed to completely believe my side of the story and even seemed to hint he felt Deb and/or Brian were deliberately trying to set me up. The officer of course would offer up no information as to why I was brought down to the station. I had about had it and looked him straight in the eye, I told him the breaking and entering into Deb’s place was not my doing or I would have been arrested months earlier. I told him I have had no contact with either Deb or Brian since the infamous night at that restaurant. I politely told the officer I wouldn’t be answering anymore questions about it.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked the officer as he sat staring at me. “Why is it that you wanted her down here too. Surely, you cannot believe Samantha would be involved in anything unsavory.” My stomach got even more knotted when I thought of Sam. I knew she was smart, but I knew the police could be equally as smart. I was worried she would be completely honest with the police, something I learned to do in a selective way. It was true, you needed to be honest with them but, you needed to not offer anymore information other than directly what was asked.

Instead of answering my questions the officer opened the folder in front of him. He slowly slid out one photograph after the other. If my stomach had been upset before this was sending me over the edge. I first saw the photos of Brian tied naked on the bed, blood running from his body. It was difficult to recognize him at first until the third photo was shown, a close up of his face. Every pore in my body was sweating, was this why I was here I wondered. Could they really think I might be involved in something as despicable as the scene before my eyes.

The next set of photographs the officer brought out was too much for my stomach to handle. I turned in my seat, doubled over, unable to prevent myself from vomiting all over the floor. I had barely finished spilling my guts when I felt the officer’s fist grab my hair, lifting my head forcing me to look again at the photos. Deb had been tied to a chair naked. He body was bloody, I couldn’t tell why until I saw the last photo, her throat sliced open.

The officer pushed me back in the chair. I turned my eyes away from the photographs, unable to view the carnage. He walked over to my side, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. Slowly and deliberately he told me they had evidence. Evidence that placed not only myself at Deb’s place, but Samantha as well. He went on to say that it might be best for me to start telling him the truth. He said it might be too late to save myself, but there was always Samantha for me to look after.

The room suddenly felt like a meat locker. My body was shivering, my mind was reeling. How had this happened I asked myself. The vomit still stunk up the room as the officer waited patiently, thinking he had cracked me. I sat there trying hard to gather my thoughts, knowing this was the deciding point. Whatever I said from here on out could make or break their case, could send me to prison or set me free, could ruin Samantha’s life.

“I have nothing to say except I want to call my lawyer now.”

 

[Steiner]

Martin stretched in his chair and leafed through a few more pages of the file, sucking more coffee down and giving himself time to prepare his thoughts.

"Well, I'm certainly glad that you offered your time to come down here with Marc, because it seems there's a few things you can do to help us out with our enquiries. As a law abiding citizen I'm sure you wouldn't want to see a crime go unsolved, right?"

Martin smiled again, equally insincerely.

"So, were you or weren't you dating 3 months ago? Because if so, has there ever been a weekend say, or a period of time when Marc wasn't where you could get at him? Did he go away for some time?"

Whilst he was talking to the pretty girl Martin was flicking through the pictures of the holocaust at Deborah and Brian's. He kept reminding himself that this potentially sweet girl might well be covering for the monster who'd done this. Hell, if scuttlebutt around the place were right she might even be Daddy's Little Girl herself.

"Now, you're telling me that you're not personally aware that Marc was speaking to the police in the last few months? That he wasn't involved with...."

Martin checked his notes.

"...Brian and Deborah?"


The trap was baited - let's see what we catch.

 

[poohlive]

She felt so good wrapped around him. They had shared in so much more than just sex, he felt like he had touched her soul in that moment. Whatever they had done might have been either maddening or magical, but it was certainly their collaboration, and they loved every minute of it.

"I didn't know," He said, breathing hard against her, "I didn't know you liked all of that."

He had met her through a connection at a porn shop, so she wasn't all sugar and spice, but this?

"That was intense," He kissed her, still feeling blood on her lips, "I didn't... I didn't go too far, did I?"

 

[Babette_____]

Celine and Alexi

Celine met John and together they both enjoyed a light supper, each one knowing the other would be back at work or so that was what Celine thought, in reality she hadn’t a clue where John was going after he hailed her a cab and she climbed in. She didn’t care though. He was a handsome man and eventually she knew they’d end up in bed together, that was cool though, it’d been a while for her.

She got a call on her cell and told the driver to hurry up and get her to the police station. They had brought in a woman whose prints matched those at the double homicide and she was being questioned at the moment. She then learned that Marc Jordan was there too and he was also being questioned. She was sure the two were being set up and she knew they’d have alibis. She was interested in this Samantha Cordial though, the name seemed familiar to her.

Once at the station she noticed a man at the counter looking around as if he didn’t belong, but wanted to.

She walked over and introduced herself, extending her hand. “Hello. I’m Celine Swarzletter, can I help you? You don’t look like you have been helped by anyone yet, or does no one want to buy what your selling?” she asked.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica and Trevor

Angelica looked at Trevor and blinked a few times as reality came swimming back to her. “Huh? Oh... yes babe, you were great.” She smiled softly and kissed his lips. “You did everything fine.” She kissed him again and lifted herself off his softened member. “Thanks, that was intense and something I needed.”

She repaired her clothes and waited for him too as well. When he was finished she stood up and looked around. “We should probably get going. I’ll drop you off at the hotel or do you not have to work tonight and want me to take you home?” she asked.

Her body was satisfied and she was ready to get home so she could plot out her next adventure. She still had a lot of information to gather. Plus she always liked watching the news to see if anything exciting popped up. For a minute she thought that maybe she should invite Trevor back to her place, but she decided she’d let him broach that subject. She didn’t want him thinking they were soul mates, though obviously he was going to help her through her times of trouble, so second thinking herself she grinned wide.

“You know if you don’t have to work, you could come back to my apartment and stay the night.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha/Martin

Samantha tilted her head and shifted in her seat. She still didn’t see a problem in answering the officer. She had watched all those seedy detective shows where it says to call a lawyer, but that was TV, this was real life. There was no real reason why she couldn’t talk to the man, she still had committed no crime and she was positive Marc hadn’t. It was the question that the officer asked last that made her stare hard at him though.

“No I wasn’t aware he’d been talking to the police.”

She placed her hands on her lap and looked studiously at Martin. “Martin... right? Well, I’m Samantha. You can call me Sam, Samantha, or better yet... Ms. Cordial.”

Her fingers ran through her hair and she tucked stray strands behind her ears. “Marc and I met three months ago and we’ve been together ever since. One time he had to visit his sister, other than that with the exception of work and other meaningless things we’ve been together. We even moved in with each other. As far as him and that WOMAN...” she hissed the last word and shuddered.

“I have only met her once and that was enough. She was rude, nasty, horrid, and a not a lady. He was involved with her at one time, but he wasn’t seeing her or that man she was with... though what any man would see in that trash is beyond me.”

“I’m still waiting on answers as to where Marc is and when we can go home,” she told him. Samantha was growing more agitated and wasn’t sure what else would convince the Officer that he’d gotten the wrong impression of her and Marc.

 

[Steiner]

Detective Hollander was a reasonable interrogater, that is to say he was a phenomenal poker player, so when Sam vented her outrage at Deb he barely ruffled an eyebrow.

"Okay... If it's Ms Cordial you want then Ms Cordial it is - although being standoffish won't see you getting promoted to Miss Congeniality."

Martin smiled at his (very) little joke before continuing.

"So you and Deborah had a nasty encounter? And Marc and Brian both knew about it? And to your knowledge Marc and Brian didn't know each other - but Marc and Deborah had previously been... ...intimate?"

Martin waited for the nod.

"Well, that's about all I wanted to know, Ms Cordial..." he stood and turned as if to make for the door.

"Oh, one last thing. A little detail. You and Marc never went up to visit Deborah and Brian at their home, right? To make up after your little public spat? In fact, you've never visited Deborah and Brian's house before?"

 

[poohlive]

Trevor zipped up his pants, giving her a second look. He didn't have to work tonight, but still he felt an urge to go. It would be a long night and he had more research to do. Everything would be happening so fast, he loved to work on Daddy's Little Girl some more.

But, he supposed it could wait one night. He wanted to talk more with Angelica. She had the same fetish as Daddy's Little girl. This would be more helpful than a handful of books.

Besides, research for women and Daddy fetishes were few and far between. Apart from the thousands of porn sites, he couldn't get much of anything.

This would be very beneficial.

"I would love to spend the night," he started picking up their stuff, "I think it's way overdue."