ALL THIS FOR PLEASURE

                                                  I

                                                  1

  Sarah McHale got on the phone and dialled her friend. Debra picked-up;
    “Hi Sarah,” the brunette sighed, “...what’s bothering you now?”
    “It’s my boss Mr Dubbernick again; he’s annoying the hell out of me!”
  Debra Bowes groaned, leaning back against her swivel chair;
    “What did he do this time?”
    “Well, yesterday he dropped a whole stack of paper on the floor! He called me in, making me stop all my own work just to pick it all up then when I did what he said, he knocked it all over again with a huge grin on his face-he’s trying to drive me crazy!”
    “He’s doing this to annoy you but also to show control over you. Does he do this sort of thing to anyone else?”
    “Yeah, he harasses everyone with his intimidation. He was a total jerk to the marketing manager, Meggie. One day he called her into his office to discuss business and he knew her mother had just passed away. He said it was too bad she’d died before she could slave away in his office, too! I know this because I overheard the two of them in the office. She said he had no right to say that to her and he shouted back, ‘I don’t give a fuck about right or wrong you miserable cunt-I have complete control over this office and you! Follow my orders or find another job!’ I know this harassment will be hard to prove though,” Sarah considered, “...his Father is a judge and a well-respected one...”
    “That’s too bad. I hate to think of you having to take all this from that jerkoff. What happened to your date with Brian?”
  Sarah sighed;
    “He was fun for a little while. We ate dinner, watched a movie and fucked in his bed for twenty minutes...”
    “Well, what’s the matter?”-Asked her friend.
    “I just didn’t get-off, that’s all.”
    “What’s the problem, he was a lousy lay?”
    “It wasn’t him, it was me. I want more than some foreplay. I want to be spanked, I like rough sex! Bondage sex seems awesome! I want someone to have the same amount of excitement for it as me-to do all the rough stuff to me!” Sarah almost panted.
    “Whoa! Sounds like you need an S&M date here! Why not go to one of those sites and find yourself a guy like that?”
    “I have tried those websites; I’ve been going to them for years. I didn’t mention it as I thought you’d be embarrassed to talk to me.”-Said Sarah.
    “Then why are you telling me now?” Debra enquired.
    “I kept you in the dark for too long. I thought I should mention it now.”
  Her friend considered;
    “Thank you. I’m not embarrassed you like that stuff, in fact I’m happy you decided to tell me about it. It shows you have a wider range of ‘tastes’, not so vanilla...”
  Sarah grinned into the receiver;
    “I’m glad you’re so understanding.”
    “So how did these dates go, Sarah?”
    “Well, not so great. Either they’d be too soft or not excited to be doing dominant stuff. Like this one guy would spank me five times and then ask me if I was okay. I told him to keep going, that I was his bitch! He would apologise, spank me again and then ask if I wanted to take a break! I said, ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ If you’re the submissive you want somebody in that position to treat you like a total slave, beat you near-senseless and not stop until your Master wants to stop!’ I shouldn’t have any say in it all!” Sarah gasped.
    “Wow,” Debra mused, “...you really are specific in what you want!”
    “I just can’t find the right person to share this experience with. It’s so frustrating not to be able to get what you want out of another partner!” Both women sighed, “Ah well, I’d better get to bed now to be up in time for another awful day at the office...”
    “Okay Sarah,” the tall brunette answered, running a hand through her mane, “...I’ll speak to you again, soon.”

  The next day Sarah was at her desk when she saw Meggie McLain working away in her office. She decided to mosey across and check if she was okay after her run-in with the douche in his office;
    “Hi Meggie. I heard you working and wanted to check if you were okay after yesterday.”
    “I’m fine. Did you hear we had a new employee in the accounting room?”
  Sarah frowned;
    “No, I’ve not seen anyone new come into the office.”
    “That’s because she’s extremely shy. The whole situation is incredibly ironic!”
    “How so?”
    “I had the chance to meet her online through video-chat. She’s beautiful, a very strong-looking woman but won’t ever come into the office, will only work from home. She has special permission for all her work to be sent to her computer,” the redhead confided, “...I know she’s seeing a therapist because of past trauma.”
  Sarah pondered;
    “That’s a shame. I hoped I could meet her some day.”
    “The major plus is that she never met David Dubbernick, she was hired by the accounting manager. She doesn’t know his name or even if he’s a man or a woman!”
    “She’s very lucky not to know of the little prick that resides in THIS office!” Sarah grated, pleased at the beam that appeared across Meggie’s face.
    “Very true,” she agreed with a frown, “...I’ve got to get back to this project I’m working on. By the way, I forgot to ask you-did you ever finish your degree on computer and video technology, Sarah?”
    “I almost finished the course but only know how to create images over the computer.” Sarah admitted.
    “Well that’s great. Just don’t ever impersonate anyone important or famous-you can get yourself into trouble!”
    “I plan to make a movie some day,” said Sarah, “...I can make or recreate anyone using video technology and have ‘em do anything I want them to. I promise never to use it to do any harm, just pure fun and entertainment!”
  The redhead laughed;
    “Sounds great, I’ll be by to talk to you later!”

  Sarah was busy at her desk. It was nearly time to close-up for the day;
    “Wine o’clock!” She gasped with anticipation.
  Just then, a shadow fell across her desk and she looked up to see a large man in a grey suit. He had sandy hair and bore a fixed, brooding expression;
    “Hello Miss. I’m Detective Clarence and I’d like to see Mister David Dubbernick.”
  Momentarily baffled, Sarah was relieved though that he wasn’t there for her. She swung her head in the direction of Dubbernick’s office;
    “Uh, sure.”
  The little blonde got up, straightening her suit and walked across, beckoning Detective Clarence to follow her. The big cop towered over the girl. He was professional but couldn’t resist arching an eyebrow at the view.
  They crossed to Dubbernick’s office and Sarah pushed the door open. Dubernick was at his desk and glanced up with a furious expression;
    “Sarah! Don’t you even bother to knock before you come into this office?” He blasted.
  Frank Clarence blinked as the petite woman flinched, taking a step back-almost bumping into him;
    “I-I’m sorry, I forgot!” She gasped, “A Detective is here to see you!”
  Dubbernick heaved his bulk up from behind his desk, his chair rolling back into the wall and continued his tirade, dwarfing the girl;
    “Sarah, you are worthless-you have no manners whatsoever,” sneered her boss,”...how can you do your job properly if you have no manners? Were you raised in a barn?”
  Sarah bit her lip hard to detain her sobs but, to her shame one escaped before she could. Her eyes began to water-up;
    “No sir! I just thought this was important and needed quick and special attention, that’s all!” She cried-out.
    “You lousy little cunt!”
  Detective Clarence intervened;
    “That’s enough of your bullshit! What’s wrong with you, are you out of your fucking mind? She was just showing me into your office!”
  Dubbernick blinked, his jowls quivering;
    “Why excuse me officer, I didn’t realise you approved of disobedient staff acting in such a manner!”
    “Miss,” Sarah heard the Detective’s voice close to her ear as he leaned in toward her, his head over her shoulder, “...I’m sorry your boss is such an asshole (She kept a grin at bay) but could you wait outside, please? I have matters to discuss with him.”
  Sarah left the room in silence and closed the door behind her. Her hands trembling, she got a drink from the water cooler to calm her down. For almost thirty minutes she could hear the two men arguing furiously inside the small room.
  Finally, the door opened and the big Detective walked out;
    “Are you alright, Miss?” He asked.
    “Yes. I’ll be fine-it’s too bad you can’t take him with you...” Sarah groaned, ruffling her hair as she nervously scratched behind her ear.
  Detective Frank Clarence considered the small blonde and ran his tongue across his teeth;
    “So do I,” the big man countered, absently echoing her action by scratching behind his own ear, disturbing his sandy hair, “...if you can keep a close eye on what your boss says and does we might be able to help each other out...”
  The ghost of a smile drifted across Sarah’s face;
    “Like what did you have in mind?”
  The big guy snapped a perfunctory grin then it was gone;
    “First, call me Frank.” Sarah smiled fully, this time. He continued, “Have you ever heard him mention the name Laura before, like an ex-girlfriend?” She shook her head. “If you ever hear anything along those lines could you get in touch with me?”
    “Why?” Sarah frowned, her eyes flicking to the office door-the darkest of thoughts in her head...
    “Laura is my wife.” Clarence explained, “... I want to put that jerk away. He was seeing her a long time ago and beat her so badly that she’s still in therapy today about it. She refuses to testify against him no matter how much I vouch that he‘ll never get to her. I just need something-it doesn’t have to be Laura, just something to bring that scumbag down!”
  Sarah’s head was a mix of emotions. On the one hand she was relieved that someone ‘official’ knew of Dubbernick and was acting against him but on the other hand she felt a chill that her boss wasn’t just a ‘Paper Tiger’ with his threats and intimidation-he would actually get physical, too!
    “Okay, why can’t you use me? You saw what he did to me in there!”
  Detective Frank Clarence gave a slight, regretful shake of his head;
    “I’m sorry. I need evidence of actual, physical abuse.” He said, apologetically and handed her his card. “If anything happens, call me.”
  Sarah watched as the big man shouldered his way out the door toward the street. Once again, her gaze went to Dubbernick’s office. She swallowed.

                                                    2

  That night, Sarah’s dusty VW pulled-up around the back of the building. Her thoughts had been in turmoil all day at what Clarence had told her and, emboldened by two glasses of Merlot, she’d made a decision to act. She caught herself in the rear view mirror and stared at the pale face looking back at her. She bit on her lip and exited the Rabbit, looking-down at her all-black outfit. If she was caught she would lose her job at the least;
    “It might even be jail for little Miss Black Widow!” She groaned, locking her door and patting her car’s soft-top, “Wait here for me...”
  The faulty door and security camera at the back of the building had been a topic of office conversation for a while now. Hopefully, both would still be inoperative...
  After an uneventful few minutes, the little blonde found herself in her boss’s office, a black beanie pulled-down over her crop, just in case. 
  With ease, she crossed behind Dubbernick’s computer and opened it up. Hopefully, she might be able to find something incriminating in there, something personal in his files.
  Sarah knew that a password was needed to get into it and thought furiously. For nearly an hour she tried everything she could think of from his Corvette’s licence plate, engine size, his initials and initials of employees he’d made it plain he’d lusted after even (she swallowed) her own, immensely relieved that they didn’t open it up!
  She pored through the office’s contents and his bookcase. The girl frowned and reached-up for a DVD that was perched atop the books and magazines;
    “The Most Dangerous Game?”
  Then she recalled a tasteless conversation (more of a commentary by Dubbernick really-she didn’t get to speak much) they’d had about the Zodiac killings. Her boss had mentioned that he’d like to have travelled back in time to kill the murderer so he could have taken his place and killed even more people!
  An idea began to form in her mind and she glanced back at the computer;
    “It makes sense,” she muttered, “...this douche-bag’s password has something to do with the Zodiac killer. This movie was made at the time of the killing-spree.” She felt bile rising at the back of her throat.” He feels empowered when he watches this film!”
  Her lip curling with distaste the girl crept back around the desk to the creep’s computer. She tried a number of variations and combinations of her boss’s name and Zodiac but to no avail. Finally, she thought of how he expressed such desire to be the murderer and tried, I AM THE ZODIAC.
    “Holy crap, it worked!” The computer opened up its secrets to her, “OMG! The douche-bag thinks he’s on top of the world!”
  Sarah clicked through all his files, not finding anything but then she saw a small film called Explayed- a video file. With trepidation, Sarah clicked on it and gasped. A young woman was being slapped and beaten by Dubbernick. Despite her pleas he carried-on, pummelling her and demanding she called him Zodiac. 
  She did but then he began raping her as she screamed and sobbed. Horrified, Sarah couldn’t drag her eyes away as her boss finally dragged his bulk off the whimpering woman. He stood, grinning and leaned close to his victim’s ear;
    “Laura,” he gurgled, “...if you ever think of questioning my authority again I will punish you so hard you will not be alive to call me ‘Zodiac’ ever again!” With that, Dubbernick swung around to the hidden camera and grinned triumphantly before turning it off.
    “Shit! This is it,” Sarah breathed, “...the Detective’s wife-I’ve found it!”
  With a swallow, Sarah grabbed her flash drive and downloaded the video. She turned-off the computer and put everything back where she found it in the office before leaving.
  The young woman was about to phone Frank when she had another idea. She closed Dubbernick’s door behind her and flitted-across to Meggie’s office. After a quick search she found Jennifer’s email address.
  Later, Sarah spent the rest of the night on her computer;
    “I have to tell Debra in the morning!”

                                                              3

  Sarah gripped the phone feverishly;
    “Debra, I have exciting news-Dubbernick will be no longer in our lives!”
    “What?” Her friend groaned, still half asleep, “What are you talking about?”
  Sarah took a deep breath;
    “Yesterday I met a Detective Clarence-the husband of Dubbernick’s ex girlfriend. He used to beat her and Frank-“
    “Who?”
    “Detective Frank Clarence,” Sarah spat impatiently,”...he’ll stop at nothing to bring the douche down! I went into Dubbernick’s office last night and found a video on his computer of his trophy,” Sarah gasped, “...he repeatedly raped and beat that poor woman and I have the evidence to put him away for a lifetime-he’s finished!”
  The brunette stared at her phone;
    “Is this for real?” 
    “Sure!”
    “Wow, great! Call the Detective and give him the good news!”
    “Not yet. I have a better plan and want to run it by you...”
    “What are you up to?”
    “I know that Dubbernick is going to be going to a big dinner with all his friends and colleagues at The Over Garden next month. I’m going to convince the Detective to bust him right there in front of everyone that’s important to him-it’ll crush the son-of-a-bitch!”
    “Awesome idea, you could use your computer smarts to have the video play at that dinner!”
    “I’ve already thought of that and one other thing I’m excited about, what I’ve been longing for-my sexual concourse!”
    “What do you mean, what are you talking about? How are you going to pull that off? Are you going to fuck some guy and get Dubbernick busted-is that going to get you off?”
    “No, of course not! I want a partner to be as excited about S&M as I am. I just want a partner to be fired-up and willing to punish me and really want to do it. I have to fill that person with hate so they’re going to want to hurt me!”
    “Where and who are you going to find to get that amped-up to do that to you?”
    “Jennifer-the new accountant is too shy to come out of her house. She’s a victim of abuse as well. She just needs a little encouragement to come out of her shell. I’ve spent all night making a video image of Meggie-the only person she’s met so far. I will act as Meggie and guide Jennifer into taking revenge on Mr Dubbernick. I’m going to trick her into thinking I AM him. She doesn’t know him, that he’s a guy! It’s the perfect trick and will take place at the Over Garden Hotel on the night he’s caught for his crime. Jennifer will be very hard on me!”
    “Jesus Sarah, this is sounding very dark. It could be dangerous! I don’t think I want you to do this.”
    “Please don’t get in my way. I’ve been longing for something like this to happen, a true S&M session. You can’t pay for the kind of emotion that will explode in that hotel room! I also need you as a witness in case something goes wrong-please help me, Debra!” Sarah squealed.
    “Alright Sarah McHale, but you owe me big-time for this!”
    “Thank you so much!” Said Sarah and hung up then she rang Inspector Clarence.
    “Hi Frank? It’s me Sarah McHale, from the office? I’ve got the best news you ever heard, I’ve got the bastard. I’ve evidence of Dubbernick assaulting your wife!”
    “What, really?”
    “He recorded it-it was on his computer and I made a copy!”
    “Holy crap, you just said a mouthful.” 
  Sarah waited but the pause on the phone seemed to last forever-what had to be going through his mind? Eventually Frank came back on the line, “That’s great news-send the clip to me.”
    “I have a different plan, you’ll have to be patient and go along with it.” Replied Sarah.
    “Wait a minute, honey. You’re withholding evidence from the authorities-you could go to jail for that.”
    “I have the power to destroy the evidence here if that’s how you feel and you have no probable cause to get a search warrant on Dubbernick so you either play along or get nothing!”
  There was a long pause from the other end of the line, then;
    “What did you have in mind?” Asked Detective Clarence.
  Sarah took a breath and vouched;
    “I want to humiliate him in front of his friends and family at the big dinner he’s having in a month at the Over Garden. I can have the video play there in front of everyone and you’ll get a copy on the day so you’ll have your evidence to convict him.  This will crush him. All his power, everything he’s built will come crumbling down around him and his friends will desert him and then you come in with your officers and drag him away to prison.”
    “It sounds good. I’ll be waiting for that video and Sarah, if I find out you are lying about it or its some kind of trick you’re playing on me I’ll haul you off to jail!” The Detective ended, his voice hardening.
  Sarah nervously ran her tongue across her teeth but rallied;
    “Frank, I’m not a douche bag like him. I would never play with your emotions that way!”
    “Fine, just thought I ought to put that out there,” Detective Clarence warned, “...keep in touch.”
    “I will Frank. In a month you’ll have all you need to take that bastard down.”
  With that, Sarah McHale hung up and breathed out. She looked into the lounge at her computer and made her way over to it to fix any glitch that might be in the live chat she was to have with Jennifer. She licked her lips in anticipation and settled-down in front of her keyboard to put her computer skills to good work...

  Three hours and three cans of soda later, Sarah was satisfied with her work on the video impression of Meggie McLain and sent a message over to Jennifer Simmons.
  A small pop-up window opened on Sarah’s screen. Meggie wasn’t kidding, Jennifer looked amazing! She was beautiful with long, thick black hair tumbling down off her head over her shoulders and intense, dark eyes. She looked strong and powerful like she could knock-out a full grown man!
    “Hello Meggie, how have you been?”
    “I’ve been well. I’ve been meaning to contact you about a very important issue that the staff is encountering at the office.” Replied Sarah as Meggie.
    “What issue is that? Am I doing something wrong? Have my reports been up to date?” Asked Jennifer.
    “Your reports are fine. Its Ms. Dubbernick-she’s a cold-hearted bitch who constantly harasses the staff. She’s a power-tripping cunt who’s very abusive to everyone.  She goes out of her way to bring people down and make them do whatever she wants. She just acts as if she’s above everyone else!”
    “That’s horrible. I used to have a girlfriend who used to treat me bad, beat me up and punish me with all kinds of hateful things. I used to get beaten till I was unrecognisable. I went through years of therapy but can still remember the things she did to me. I’m having real trouble getting over it but my therapist says I’m making progress and feels I may soon be able to be out among people again. I feel empowered to face my demons.”
  Sarah chewed at her lip, feeling hot at the revelation and a certain envy;
    “That’s great news Jennifer. Say, how would you like to take-out some punishment on Ms. Dubbernick? That bitch is being investigated by the authorities about the abuse but I feel someone should teach her a lesson before they throw her ass in prison!”
  Jennifer frowned on the monitor. Sarah bit hard into her lip, almost breaking the skin. Had she gone too far? Would Jennifer guess something was up?
    “I don’t know, that’s a huge step to take-I’ll have to think about it.” Jennifer answered.
    “Okay, I’m here for you and will talk to you anytime. I’ll call you every day if I have to!”
    “That’s sweet of you Meggie,” Sarah smirked at this, “...I’ll look forward to our next conversation.”
  The two of them signed-off for the night.

                                                                   4

   Over the course of the next weeks leading-up to David Dubbernik’s big night Jennifer and Meggie (Sarah) talked about many topics as the impersonator gained the raven-haired beauty’s trust. Finally, after three weeks of talking, Jennifer felt capable of teaching a dominating bitch a thing or two about abuse.

    “Are you ready? The big night is about to happen!”-Asked the ersatz Meggie into her phone.
    “I am ready. I’ve bought a few supplies to teach that cold bitch a lesson she will remember for a long time!” Jennifer replied.
  The declaration got Sarah biting her lip and getting increasingly horny;
    “Please don’t tell me now, tell me later. If you can, could you record it? Do you have a camera or a decent phone?”
    “Yes I do, that’s not a bad idea-you’re very smart!”-Replied Jennifer.
    “Alright, I have to go into work in a few minutes, bye.” Sarah said and the two of them hung-up with Sarah overwhelmed with expectant joy. Her master-plan was coming to fruition!
  Sarah McHale gunned her Volkswagen all the way to work, her mind unable to function fully with the thought of the treatment she was going to be getting from, ironically, her ‘victim’.

  The intercom on Sarah’s desk coughed once then Dubbernick came-on and barked;
    “McHale, get in here!” Unlike on other occasions, however Sarah gave the machine a level gaze. She looked to her boss’s office and smirked at his future. Getting up, she made her way over;
    “How can I help you Mr Dubbernick?”
    “Have you made all the reservations for tomorrow night’s party?”
    “Yes sir. I’ve sent out invites to all your friends and family. I’ve even invited your old college Professors-they’re now the heads of big corporations.” She said with unaccustomed relish.
    “Perfect, I’ve been trying to get into those businesses-If I do, I’m going to take you with me!”
  Sarah beamed (if only he knew!);
    “I did not know that! Thanks-you’d do that for me?”
    “Of course I’d do that for you and the rest of my team. You guys have been great to put up with an asshole like me!”
  The blonde frowned, what the hell was going on here? Has he had a transformation-was there a seed-pod in the cellar? He seemed to have changed from the ultimate douche-bag to the best boss ever! He’d picked a hell of a time to do it, right before his big night tomorrow!
   “Really,” she queried with a croak, “...I find it had to believe that you’re going to make all our lives better and fill our bank accounts with a huge salary...”
  The corpulent David Dubbernick actually beamed back at her;
    “That’s right, Sarah. No more sexual harassment from me to you or the others. No more abuse, acts of injustice or cruelty from me, anymore!”
  Sarah was completely thrown then her boss started laughing uncontrollably;
    “What’s so funny?” She asked.
    “The look on your face! Did you really think I was going to bring you with me while I climbed the corporate ladder? All ‘My Team’,” he gestured around the office at the other staff, “....is made up of miserable little cunts!” He sneered, “You people don’t deserve better money than those dip-shits who flip burgers! Once I leave, a new manager from India is going to be taking my place and she’s a fucking dominatrix! I wouldn’t be surprised if she has you all crawling on the floor and barking like dogs!”
  Sarah looked at him, flatly;
    “It figures, it sounded too good to be true.”
    “Well, be that as it may just get the fuck out of my office and finish-up your usual assignments you worthless bimbo!”
  And there he is-the douche bag who likes to crush people’s spirits, thought Sarah then considered what he’d said. If this new boss from India was everything he said she was things might be looking-up for her!

  The big night had arrived and Sarah was getting ready at her home. She decided to call Debra one last time to make sure she was ready for everything before events started to unfold;
    “Are you okay, are you ready?”
  Debra sounded unsure;
    “I am but are you up for this?”-Replied her friend.
    “Of course I am! I need you to be in the room next door when I plan to have Jennifer do her worst to me. If anything should go wrong, I need you there for me. When the deed is done I need you to come in and explain it all to Jennifer.” Sarah took a breath, “I just hope she’ll take it well...”
  Debra barked a single, humourless laugh;
    “Ha! I hope so too! So I’ll be in room 1514 and you’ll be in 1515, right?”
    “Yeah, see you there.”
  Sarah hung-up and grabbed her keys to head over to the Over Garden.

                                                                  5

  The Over Garden was an impressive sight. A huge conference centre that had sprouted from a hotel built in the early nineteen-hundreds.
  The outside at the back of the building had been reserved for Mister Dubbernick’s party. Spotless table-cloths shone, contrasting against the leafy trees and shrubs that bordered it. It had seating for five hundred and a huge screen dominated the proceedings for slide-shows and the like.
  As the important guests began filtering into the conference centre, Sarah watched them from the lobby, extremely excited and brimming with anticipation for the big night.
  Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye she spotted Jennifer seated at a deep-buttoned couch near the corner, under the window. She was obviously waiting for ‘Ms. Dubbernick’, Sarah could barely contain herself!
    “Shit!” She suddenly saw Meggie walk in through the doors and the blood drained from Sarah’s face-this could ruin everything!
  Seeing that Jennifer hadn’t looked-up, the little blonde shot across;
    “Hello Meggie, what are you doing here?” She bleated, a little too enthusiastically.
  Meggie brightened;
    “Oh. Hi Sarah! I figured I’d turn-up to see the douche-bag, his friends and family and the parents that sired him!”
    “Do you mind if we go outside? I have something important I need you to do for me.” Sarah said hurriedly, anxious that Jennifer not see them.
  Meggie McLain looked puzzled but agreed;
    “Sure...”
  The two young women walked outside. Jennifer hadn’t noticed them and continued to leaf through a coffee-table magazine. They walked out the back and Sarah sat Meggie down to explain;
    “Look Meggie, I think I’ve found a way to get rid of our scumbag boss for good but Meggie, I need you outside at all times to watch-out for Dubbernick! I need him to be here for when this thing goes off. It will be the grand finale’ in front of all his friends and family and then the cops will get here and arrest him!”
  Meggie was dumbfounded;
    “Wow, really?”
    “Yeah really. There’s a Detective Frank Clarence coming here soon and I need you to keep him company.”
    “I’ll be happy to do it for you, me and the rest of the office! You can count on me to keep the detective out of view of Dubbernick until the big moment.” Meggie agreed.
    “Great, thanks so much!” With that, Sarah walked back inside to give Frank a call but stopped as she saw him standing right in front of her;
    “Do you have the CD with the evidence?”
  Sarah fumbled in her bag;
    “Yes, its right here.” She handed it over. “If you get over to the woman in blue-her name is Meggie-she’ll keep you company until the big moment. I already have everything set-up with a timer and Dubbernick will be right in the middle of a speech and then the show will begin...” Sarah confirmed.
    “Perfect, it looks like you’ve figured everything out Sarah.”
  She grinned;
    “Thank you, enjoy the show Detective.”
  As he turned away, Sarah made her way over to Jennifer in the corner;
    “Hello Jennifer.” She announced with an edge of steel in her voice.
  The dark haired woman looked-up with puzzlement;
    “Um hello, do I know you?”
  Sarah smiled evilly;
    “My name is Ms. Dubbernick.”
  Jennifer’s face went from quizzical to simmering anger;
    “So you’re the famous Ms. Dubernick I’ve been hearing all about...” Jennifer said flatly.
  Ooh this is looking good thought Sarah and continued on in character;
    “Yes, that’s right and I have to make sure my bitches always stay in line.”
  Jennifer Simmons gasped. This Dubbernick-woman was worse than Meggie had even intimated;
    “How can you say and do so many cruel and hurtful things to your associates? Don’t you see what that does to their spirits? How would you like it if someone did terrible things to you?”
  Sarah sneered;
    “Ha! Someone try to teach me a lesson? I’d like to see them try!”
  Jennifer rose from the couch and straightened-up. She was almost a full head taller than Sarah and the blond almost whimpered, feeling her knees begin to tremble. She steeled herself, keeping up her pretence of Bond-villain malevolence as the Amazon continued;
    “Is that so?” She glowered, “Well I think I’m up for that challenge, that’s if you aren’t too scared-if you’re not a pussy!”
    “Bring it on, bitch! I’ve a suite upstairs where we could settle this.” Sarah replied. She knew the place was mostly deserted as everyone was out the back so they shouldn’t be overheard or observed. She hadn’t done anything like this before though and her insides were quaking;
    “No.” Jennifer replied flatly, “We go to mine and I’ll teach you some manners...”
  Sarah swallowed but kept-up a front of contempt for her adversary as they both turned to the elevators to get up to the suite. Sarah was getting very hot and overwhelmed with thoughts of what lay ahead. She was anticipating one hell of a night!
  They made it to the suite and Jennifer opened the door. Sarah thought she might faint at any moment!
  Light streamed-in through the enormous windows and illuminated the living space. Two doorways ran off from this, the bathroom and bedroom.
  Sarah thought she might pass out from the sheer anticipation!
  Jennifer turned toward her;
    “Are you ready for me to beat the shit out of you, sleaze?”
  Sarah countered;
    “I’d love to see you try, bitch!”
  The two women faced each other across the living space and assumed a fighting stance. Jennifer threw a punch but Sarah dodged and kicked out at her tall opponent who also dodged but spun and threw a punch which slammed into the smaller woman’s stomach. The small blond doubled-over, wheezing and her towering, dark-haired opponent spun her, ripping her blouse open!
  Sarah pulled-away to recover but had to shrug out of her top which Jennifer threw to one corner of the room leaving Sarah wheezing and breathless, holding her mid section in pain and just her bra. The little blonde took a deep but painful breath and managed to swing around with an unexpected punch at Jennifer’s face.
  Shrugging it off, Jennifer dropped, spun and swiped Sarah’s legs out from underneath her;
    “OOF!” Cried Sarah as she landed hard on her back and was winded once again.
  Seeing her opportunity, Jessica ripped off Sarah’s bra as she squealed and rolled her opponent over, binding her arms together behind her back. She grabbed a handful of Sarah’s hair and the girl howled as her larger opponent hissed in her ear;
    “How do you like them apples, Ms. Dubbernick!” Jennifer then flipped Sarah onto her back and she grimaced as her arms dug into her, bound with lingerie!
  Jennifer’s raven-black tresses hung in her face as she made her way down to ‘Ms. Dubbernick’s’ pants, unfastening them and dragging them off her legs as her victim squealed!
    “Now, if a job’s worth doing it’s worth doing well!” Jennifer grunted as she grabbed Sarah’s legs and began dragging her towards the bedroom. Once over the threshold, Sarah was overwhelmed as Jennifer ripped-off her panties and, as if she was nothing more that a child’s toy Jennifer lifted her up into the air and threw her face-down over the end of the bed!
  Despite herself, Sarah struggled as Jennifer spread her legs apart and tied each ankle to an opposing leg with her pants and panties. The smaller female was now bound, helpless and naked!
  Jennifer grabbed Sarah’s butt-cheek painfully and bent over her, pushing her face harder into the mattress. She took a deep breath and looked-down on her prisoner;
    “Looking a little pathetic now, huh bitch?”
  Sarah struggled with futility;
    “Let me go you freak! Let me up!”
    “No bitch. I’m just getting started on your ass tonight! I’ve got some real goodies for you and a special surprise for when I’ve finished with you!” Jennifer declared and moved away from her with a final shove of her head into the bed.
  Sarah was on fire and felt like she could cum right there and then but didn’t want to because the fun hadn’t even got started yet! She looked across to see that Jennifer had stormed into the bathroom suite and came-out dragging a huge holdall. She unzipped her bag and tipped-out the contents on the floor.
  The blond swallowed as she noticed that Jennifer was taking out handcuffs, electric pads, wipes and a large white blanket. She frowned;
    “What’s with the big blanket?”
  Jennifer sneered;
    “That’s not a blanket you dumb bitch. That’s a Posey straitjacket!”
  The young blonde’s eyes bulged;
    “A straitjacket! What the fuck do you need a straitjacket for? I’m not crazy!”
  Jennifer leaned across and grabbed ‘Dubbernick’s’ hair, Sarah squealed as it was nearly yanked-out at the roots;
    “Oh yes you are you bitch! The way you treat your associates is sickening-you deserve to be in one!”
  Sarah McHale blinked. She wasn’t sure about this. Things might be getting away from her! She began thrashing from side to side and managed to tear her wrists out of the bra Jennifer had bound them in but the Amazon turned back to her and grabbed her wrists before she could attempt to free her legs from the bedposts;
    “Oh no you don’t, you sick freak!” Jennifer hissed as they struggled.
  With her legs still tied to the bedposts, Sarah had no real leverage and was far less physically developed than Jennifer who was easily able to climb astride the smaller woman and pin her arms to the bed with her knees.
  Desperately, Sarah’s eyes swung across to the straitjacket and they widened as she took in the long, hefty straps on the back of the jacket and the overlong sleeves that her arms would be stuffed into! She could also just make out a loop at the jacket’s front that would trap her already bound arms, preventing them from travelling over her head!
  Finding some reserves of hidden strength, Sarah managed to throw her opponent off and attempted to reach her bound ankles but Jennifer rolled-up from the floor and grabbed the electric pads, slapping them on the blonde’s wet pussy! Jennifer clutched at a pressure-switch and Sarah screamed as the current coursed through her.
  Sarah’s eyes were wide and her spine arched as she spasmed with the current running through her. Jennifer watched as every muscle stood-out on the smaller woman’s body then flicked off the current but her victim’s whole body was in shock and she flopped forwards onto the mattress with the agony of the torture! Whilst ‘Dubbernick’ was incapacitated, the relentless Jennifer Simmons reached across for the Posey...
  As the fire in her muscles waned, Sarah scrabbled at the pads with numb fingers, managing to tear them free with a gasp but her situation hadn’t improved a great deal as Jennifer began stuffing one of her weakened arms into the canvas sleeve of the restraint.
    “No, no please...” Gasped Sarah in her weakened state but Jennifer already had her other arm encased too and bent her forward to get at the straps. With the larger woman astride her, Sarah was helpless as the jacket was tightened around her with Jennifer yanking the two sides together tightly and beginning on fastening the straps at her back. 
  Jennifer Simmons sneered as she trapped the struggling girl in the Posey restraints. Sarah tried swinging from left to right but it had no effect on her enemy who swung with her, intent on the girl’s imprisonment!
  The dark-haired woman reached down, grabbing the pads from where they’d fallen and thrust her free hand between Sarah’s legs to re-attach them. Sarah was horrified as the sticky pads were slapped back on and squealed;
    “No, no-please!”
  Jennifer flicked the switch and Sarah arched-back, the agonizing current pumping through her soaking crotch;
    “Uh, uh, uh-ooooooooooooooooooow!”-She howled, overwhelmed by both pain and immense pleasure-she felt as if she was on cocaine and acid at the same time as Jennifer fastened the straps behind the agonized girl!
  She had three fastened now and the restraints had tightened around her abdomen, squeezing her chest and dragging her waist in. In no time Jennifer had all of Sarah’s straps done-up down her back, her victim tightly encased in the canvas medical restraints and the Amazon now grabbed the crotch strap, pushing it through Sarah’s legs, cleaving the smaller girl’s buttocks! Sarah gasped at this new sensation as the rough canvas band made itself felt but was horrified that the shock-pads hadn’t been removed first-she was going to be bound into them!
   The young Miss Simmons cradled her juddering victim back in one arm as she grabbed the strap from around Sarah’s front and tugged it through and up forcefully, making the small blond gasp. She groaned in a combination of agony and ecstasy as the stronger female tugged it harder and harder. It felt like a heavy-duty g-string as Jennifer yanked it tightly through its locating loop tugging the whole thing down-a heavy-duty g-string that tightly trapped her in a jacket meant for the insane!
  Sarah gasped at the new strap squeezing her now vertically, putting pressure on her shoulders and pressing the canvas more tightly over her breasts as it thrust up between her legs.
  Satisfied with her work so far, Jennifer smiled grimly as she took-on the task of fixing ‘Dubbernick’s’ arms through the loops and buckling them up, fixing her securely in the SJ!
  As Sarah gasped and moaned, Jennifer arched her twitching body over backward, keeping her upright and began on her left arm first;
    “N-n-no!”-Sarah gasped in protest and tried to struggle, to stop her but Jennifer was too strong and her arm was dragged across her torso, through the central loop and then one of the Posey’s side-loops. Her opponent held the buckled strap tightly behind her back, lifting it up to her shoulder blades making her twitching prisoner gasp in pain.
  Sarah McHale was also distracted as she tried to fumblingly remove the electric pads from her groin area with the fingerless mittened end of her one free arm but merely succeeded in whipping at her legs with its trailing strap. The electric pads were also secure, behind the tough, canvas crotch-strap.
  Jennifer grabbed at her free arm’s elbow as the blonde howled to have it dragged away from the torture device but in her weakened, distracted state her more powerful enemy gripped her by it, forcing her once-free arm now through her chest-loop;
    “Stop struggling, you little fuck and let me do this or it will go the worse for you!” She hissed, her black hair falling across her eyes. By now, both Sarah’s arms were behind her, though held together in one strong fist by the larger female who used the other to viciously slap Sarah’s backside though this was redundant as it hardly registered against her electrocution! Sarah managed a gasp but little else as her arms were now securely buckled together behind her. She was now trapped permanently in the extremely snug restraints!
  Jennifer Simmons stood back, satisfied with her work as she viewed the small but shapely blonde fixed tightly into the canvas-it was so tight it looked painted on as she jiggled and jerked, her ankles tied securely to the bedposts.
  Sarah continued to moan breathlessly, completely trapped and subjugated! Her eyes bulged as she watched the raven-haired beauty climb onto the bed, kneeling to be at face level with the struggling blond in the drum-skin taught straitjacket. Miss Sarah McHale shuddered, now feeling real fear-her plan had not worked-out quite as she had thought, to say the least! Jennifer’s face was a mask of demonic mischief. She grinned with pleasure at her prisoner’s contorted face;
    “Enjoying yourself?” She enquired sweetly as the perspiration coursed down ‘Dubbernick’s’ face, “How do you like your new dress?” Then, extending an index finger she gently pushed at Sarah’s chest and the incapacitated girl toppled-over backwards, her ankles still bound to the bed;
    “OOF!” It was all she could manage as she gasped, flat on her back on the hotel carpet, her arms and legs tied as her intended victim glared-down at her, highly amused. Her grin grew wider and wider at the juddering girl’s pain and she actually licked her lips at the way the small Posey clung to every curve of the shapely blonde’s body. The perspiring, jerking girl’s breasts were extremely pronounced, the canvas almost struggling to contain them and they were hoisted and swollen by ‘Dubbernick’s’ arms wrapped so tightly around her tiny waist!
  Jennifer Simmons licked her lips again at her victim’s struggles and felt a strange, new feeling spreading through her body, starting at her groin. The fight had been exhilarating and she shone with sweat (though not as much as the twitching blonde on the floor!) through her exertions but now she was in control-she had been a victim herself but now she was in control! She wanted to masturbate right there and then, watching the bitch struggling in this garment of torture!
    “Please,” Sarah gasped, “...please get the pads out of my pussy, you’re fucking killing me!”
  Jennifer looked at her levelly;
    “I’m not taking them out but I’ll turn them down a notch. I don’t want to set your pussy on fire.” She considered, “I think you’re enjoying this, you were wet when I put them in both times.”
  Sarah stared at her through the perspiration-soaked strands of hair clinging to her face and wondered, does she get this, get me-is she starting to see the big picture?
  Jennifer climbed off the bed and reached into her bag pulling-out what looked like a muzzle-something that Hannibal Lector would be fitted with. Sarah tried to shake her head and beg for mercy but as a final humiliation Jennifer knelt down next to her and lifted her head surprisingly gently and affixed it to her face, tightening its strap behind her. Sarah groaned with the discomfort of the tight strap across her head, cutting through her hair and pinching her skin. As if in answer to an unasked question, Jennifer confirmed;
    “It’s to keep you from biting me, you animal.” She then effortlessly scooped Sarah off the floor and bent her over the bed once again and crossed to her bag, removing a wooden paddle. Sarah gaped and tried to protest but her voice was a muffled whimper behind the muzzle as Jennifer moved out of view, behind her and swung it. Sarah howled again and again (though her new muzzle had the effect of muffling her cries) but it was to no avail as the other rooms were practically deserted, all the guests were at Dubbernick’s party!
  Sarah was spanked again and again until her behind glowed a furious red-surely someone could hear her screams? The sound of the paddle slapping against her cheeks was loud enough! The blonde felt she was finally going to cum when Jennifer suddenly stopped, denying her the sexual release!
  Jennifer’s hair brushed her ear;
    “You just sit tight and I’ll be back soon...” The electricity was turned-off. Sarah then heard Jennifer leave the room;
    “What the hell? Hey,” she gasped, “...get back here...”
  Drowsy with sexually-charged ennui, Sarah suddenly snapped out of it and began struggling with her restraints-it had been fantastic so far but to say the events had been unexpected was an understatement! She wasn’t sure what lay ahead for her but had to face facts-this was more than she’d imagined and she wasn’t sure where all this was heading! The restraints made her completely vulnerable and Jennifer was, to put it mildly, FUCKING CRAZY!
  Sarah shook her head, trying to dislodge her new muzzle but it was on too tight;
    “Oh shit, shit shit shit!”
  Her straitjacket was similarly immovable! Just then, she heard Jennifer re-enter the room with a puzzling, rattling noise-was she dragging something with her, what could it be? Sarah McHale began to panic, had Jennifer found-out her plan, had she captured Debra? Was her friend going to get the same treatment from this psycho? How could Sarah apologise? This wasn’t Debra’s fantasy, just hers!
    “Alright you crazy bitch,” Jennifer spat, “...its time for the final part of your little lesson.” Stooping down, the dark woman untied Sarah’s legs and, once again showed a muscular power that made Sarah quiver, picked her up and spun her around. Craning her head, Sarah (to her horror) saw a hospital gurney just inside the door. The thing had a wipe-clean cover over its surface but what made the blonde drain was the straps and fixings attached to the stretcher! They were just the thing for subduing a violent psychiatric patient!
  Sarah McHale struggled in the tall woman’s arms, kicking her legs and twisting but it was no use, they were like sinewy steel rods, unyielding! She managed to create enough imbalance for Jennifer to stagger and the two went down with Sarah conveniently on top of the thing. The blonde gasped with the shock of her drop but no amount of waving her legs about could right her without the use of her arms! She was as helpless as an upended turtle!
    “That’s it Dubbernick, you’ve lost some privileges there!” Jennifer hissed and managed to fasten one of Sarah’s furiously-kicking legs down, buckling the stretcher’s strap around it. Sarah began to moan with fear-what was Jennifer’s plan for her? Though it was pointless, Sarah managed to draw back her other leg and caught Jennifer with a hard blow to the side of the face. She grunted her pain but merely stood, went over to the bed and waved the switch at her prisoner;
    “Any more of that, young lady and I turn this up to maximum-then you WILL fry!”
  Beneath her muzzle, Sarah bit her lip in trepidation. Slowly she lowered her remaining, free leg for her opponent to fix it to the gurney. Jennifer made quick work of fixing the blonde’s ankle in the secure, padded strap and then moved up, dragging another across her abdomen, pinning her to the thing. Extra straps were fed around Sarah’s upper arms to keep her from making any movement at all-there was no escape from this bed and the extra, heavy leather strap that Jennifer tightened around her forehead like some sort of S&M headband seemed superfluous! What was Jennifer going to do with her now-this was more terrifying than sexy!
  Jennifer looked overjoyed at the completion of her task. She’d captured a total bitch that’d made other people’s lives a living hell! She sneered down at her victim;
    “Do you have something to say to me, bitch?”
  Sarah gave up struggling against her implacable bonds;
    “Please hear me out. This is going to sound crazy but it’s true!” The pinioned blonde told the entire story of how she’d made the video of Meggie to convince Jennifer to be here tonight to beat her. As she spoke, her tormentor frowned deeply, almost rearing-back from the gabbling girl. Sarah finally ran out of breath and lay there panting but Jennifer looked unconvinced, “Please, it’s all true!” She swivelled her eyes to the right, “My friend Debra is right next door with proof-please go and see her!”
  Jennifer looked uncertain now;
    “Alright, I’ll take a little trip next door, while I’m gone, enjoy some electricity you crazy bitch!” Despite Sarah’s pleas she reached over and turned the juice back on. Sarah began to convulse with the current flowing through her.
  To her shock, Jennifer did indeed find a girl called Debra in the next room who confirmed ‘Dubbernick’s’ story and that her name in actuality was Miss Sarah McHale, merely a secretary at Jennifer’s office, not the boss! Jennifer was completely nonplussed that the whole night had just been a set up so the young blonde could get some vicarious kicks;
    “A set-up,” she queried, incredulously, “...the whole thing was a set-up?” Stunned, she returned to the room, the scene of their battle and her-what could she call it-debasement? She had been used to give some pervert the beating she’d dreamed off!
  Staring at her former opponent, she moved to the bed and turned-off the juice. Sarah sighed in her bonds dreamily, having experienced the orgasm of a lifetime!
  Behind Jennifer, Debra entered and gasped at the appearance and condition of her friend;
    “Oh my God-what have you done to her?” She gasped only to see Jennifer Simmons’ back disappearing around the corner with a mumbled;
    “I have to make a call...”

  When Jennifer returned, Debra had released Sarah’s head from the strap and was cradling her, wishing she had something for her to drink-she was in a bath of sweat and as red as a tomato!
  Jennifer sounded hollow as she croaked;
    “I just want to say, you’re out of your fucking mind to go through all this so you could get roughed-up by a stranger to shoot your load!”
  Debra concurred;
    “I completely agree on that one,” she said, standing alongside her friend’s tormentor and staring-down at Sarah, shiny with perspiration but grinning like the Cheshire cat, “...I wish you could have used better judgement, Sarah McHale!”
    “Come on you guys,” Sarah croaked, “...this was a real trip into a sexual adventure you only experience once-you might as well go for it and have some outrageous fun!”
    “No,” Jennifer stated, “...I don’t agree with you!”
  Sarah rocked from side to side against the straps;
    “Say, can either of you guys untie me?”
  Jennifer shook her head;
    “No, not until my friend Mike Butcherson gets here. I want him to hear this story-he should be here soon.”
  Both Sarah and Debra looked at each other in confusion. In a few minutes they heard footfalls in the corridor and a man appeared at the door. He was somewhere in his late thirties to mid forties tubby and balding with glasses. Both Jennifer and Debra were taller than him and he wiped his brow with a hankie-obviously out of condition. Standing there in tan chinos and checked sports jacket his eyes were on stalks as he took-in the bizarre scene in front of him;
    “Jennifer, what the hell’s going on here?” He gasped, out of breath, “Why is there a naked girl in a straitjacket tied to a stretcher in your room?”
    “Uh well...” She began and told him the full story starting at the way she was duped and the torture she then put ‘Dubbernick’ through.
  The lines on Mike Butcherson’s forehead grew deeper as he listened to the startling tale. His expression had gone from avid curiosity to deep concern;
    “I see,” he contemplated, “...well, we have a prize pair here, don’t we?” His eyes flicked from Sarah to Debra and then back again.
  Sarah jerked at her bonds for emphasis;
    “Just what is going-on here?” She demanded.
  Butcherson crouched-down alongside her and started, almost apologetically;
    “Well, you see dear Sarah, I’m a Doctor at The Pines and I treated Jennifer after her episode of abuse from a loved one and from what I heard tonight, am witnessing another right now.” He sighed as Sarah froze, unsure of what he was intimating. “I am convinced you are sick, in need of help and am going to have you committed tonight. You could have got seriously hurt today and all for a rough orgasm,” he finished mopping his brow and stuffed his handkerchief back into his jacket, “...I must evaluate you and treat you immediately!”
  Sarah struggled anew and looked-up at this new interloper with fear in her eyes;
    “Hey, wait a minute. S&M is perfectly normal-tons of people practise it!”
    “That’s right,” he concurred, “...but those people have safe-words so that if the experience gets out of hand like it did tonight, then their partners could stop.”
  Sarah craned her head back in exasperation;
    “I’ve tried it like that and my partners were too soft, they were never in character-I can’t get-off like that!”
  Butcherson frowned and tilted his head quizzically;
    “Interesting. You and I must get better acquainted back at The Pines. I’ll have to make a call for you to be collected...”
  Sarah glared at him and struggled even harder in her inescapable bonds and muzzle. She couldn’t believe she was being committed into care tonight. She felt like she might pass out and shot Debra a pleading look.
  “Doctor,” Sarah began, “...if I could take her home tonight, I will bring her to the hospital or outpatient care tomorrow so she can receive help. I think that might be better-this seems so unnecessary!”
  Mike Butcherson rubbed the back of his neck and turned away slightly with embarrassment;
    “By doing it that way Miss, your friend will be unsupervised and could very easily hurt herself or someone else with these violent urges. No, commitment is the only way that help can be achieved and you’re coming to the hospital as well for observation.”
    “What! Hey, no way-I’m not crazy,” Sarah shot Debra a panicked look of betrayal at this, “...I didn’t have someone beat me up so I could get-off!”
  He sighed;
    “No but you knew what your friend was planning and allowed it!” He suddenly railed, his head tilted back as if questioning the almighty, “I have to be sure you’re not suffering from this aberration as well. You’re not committed-it’s just an evaluation...”

  Later, two very tall women in starched, white uniforms arrived. One of them grabbed the gurney and dragged Sarah away as she cried and wailed her innocence. The other woman grabbed Debra who actually passed out. The orderly handcuffed her and threw her over her shoulder to carry out, towards the elevator.
  Sarah gabbled her innocence all the way down to the lobby but then gave up, falling into a sullen silence. Debra’s hair brushed against her face as she hung, suspended over the big nurse’s shoulder and Sarah was consumed with guilt over what she had gotten her friend into, her eyes beginning to tear-up.
  The elevator doors slid-open and from her prone position Sarah could see Dubbernick being hauled away by the police screaming and howling-it should be him in the straitjacket, not me!-She raged in her head as she watched the throng of his friends and family following to the doors of the hotel, aghast at what they’d seen.
    “Sarah?”-Came a familiar voice which made her heart sink even further. She looked up to see a concerned Detective Frank Clarence looking down at her, “What is all this? What’s happened?”
  Doctor Mike Butcherson took him to one side and explained the whole story to him. She was racked with guilt and shame, wishing they could just put her into the back of their ambulance, away from Frank and the gawping strangers! Then there was a glint of red hair and Sarah dropped even further into Hell as Meggie was there, listening to Butcherson as well-her expression one of dismay and betrayal. The redhead couldn’t believe that her colleague had forged her persona and even ‘image’ for something so sinister. 
  Suddenly, without warning, Meggie lunged across and slapped Sarah’s face! Now, her tears began to flow in earnest as the Detective pulled Meggie away from her and a uniformed man led her away. Frank moved back to Sarah;
    “I only wish you could have told me you felt this way. I may have been able to help you...”
  Sarah bit back her tears and gasped defiantly;
    “If I’d done that I wouldn’t have had this great experience!”
  Detective Clarence looked hurt. He couldn’t understand why anyone, certainly a nice (seeming) girl like Sarah would have wanted anything like that! How was it pleasurable?
  They hustled Sarah and the recumbent Debra outside the hotel and began loading the bound blonde in the back of the ambulance. Debra was fitted into a restraint-chair to await their uncertain futures as the guests of Doctor Michael Butcherson...

                                            TO BE CONTINUED...