The Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01

by real_first_time

story tags: crime, saw, perversion, mexico, obsession, mistress,
bondage, slut, submission, insanity




A female cop descends into sexual perversion.

Page 1 of 2 page(s) (21560 characters)

The Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01 - Novels and Novellas - Literotica.com

5 captures

15 Mar 2011 - 17 May 2011

AprMAYJun  17  201020112012

success

fail

About this capture

COLLECTED BY

Organization:  Alexa Crawls

Starting in 1996, Alexa Internet has been donating their crawl data to
the Internet Archive. Flowing in every day, these data are added to the
Wayback Machine after an embargo period.

Collection:  Alexa Crawls

Starting in 1996, Alexa Internet has been donating their crawl data to
the Internet Archive. Flowing in every day, these data are added to the
Wayback Machine after an embargo period.

TIMESTAMPS

The Wayback Machine -
https://web.archive.org/web/20110517150037/http://www.literotica.com:80
/s/the-fall-of-sarah-cruze-ch-01

Novels and NovellasThe Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01

The Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01 by real_first_time ©

Author's Note:

It's important to realize that this is a little more than a story. It's
actually closer to a full length novel that will be released here on
Literotica, chapter by chapter. It may be weeks or even months between
chapters so if you are following this, a little patience will be
necessary. This is because like a novel, structure, and character
development are vital. Just trust me when I say that knowing a little
about the central character and her situation will make her ordeals
much more intense and real for you the reader. A brief outline of the
entire novel has already been written and it just remains for me to
flesh out and bring to life 'The Fall Of Sarah Cruze'.

Enjoy and watch this space.

CHAPTER ONE:

A PUZZLING CRIME SCENE

It took about thirty minutes for Detective Sarah Cruze of the
Hermosillo Policica to get across town to the St Catherine's Medical
Center.

Right from the start Sarah knew this was going to be different. The
details of the crime were minimal at best, and a total media ban had
been put in place. For now, only the key officers involved would be
given any information. Sarah knew this meant that either the perp or
the victim must be high profile. There was even some discussion as to
if an actual crime had taken place at all. None of it made any sense.

Born and raised in Southern California by Mexican immigrant parents,
Sarah had moved back across the border to Mexico almost 10 years
earlier to pursue opportunities in the police force that she felt
didn't exist for her back in the states. Back then she had applied to
the LAPD numerous times only to be told she was either too short, or
that it would be too rough on a girl like her. However when she applied
to the Mexican PD she was accepted on the first application.

Hermosillo wasn't a large city, but it's close proximity to the
California and Nevada borders meant that she was kept very busy with
illegal immigration and drug related offences. The town's quiet
exterior was the perfect cover for anyone wanting to make a quick buck
by smuggling drugs, people or both.

There were many Americans just like her working for the Mexican
authorities. They were usually good people who like her, fell just
short of the mark in the U.S. but were welcomed with open arms by their
southern counterparts. For that reason English was usually the
preferred language down at the station, but everyone in this part of
Mexico seemed to be fluent in both Spanish and English. Sarah was no
exception to the rule.

Sarah had been to St Catherine's many times before, but this visit
wasn't going to be like the others. This time a serious crime had taken
place on hospital grounds.

St Catherine's was a Catholic out-patient medical center that also
doubled as a training facility for nurses and E.M.T. staff. Medical
services were cheap there and it was always busy. The student nurses
were usually between the ages of 18 and 30 and they mostly stayed in
the dorm rooms provided while they completed their studies.

What little Sarah knew about the crime scene before she arrived seemed
confusing. She was told that the victim was one of the nurses and the
crime was of a sexual nature. There were no serious physical injuries
to speak of, but the crime was described as 'sensitive' and
'traumatic'. The part that Detective Sarah Cruze found really strange
was that what-ever had happened, had apparently taken place on the
stage of the main auditorium while over 200 medical students were
present and seated.

Even more puzzling was that there were absolutely no witnesses and it
was alleged that the perpetrator wasn't even in the building during the
incident. How was any of that even possible?

Sarah's first impression when she arrived at the crime scene was that
it looked just like all the other lecture halls she had ever sat in in
college. In the center of the stage was a podium and behind it was a
red curtain. The seating surrounded the stage in ascending rows much
like an ancient Greek amphitheatre and the catholic symbol of the
'Sacred Heart' was emblazoned on the curtain that hid the rear of the
stage.

She was relieved when she saw that Sargent John Vega was already there
taking statements from some students. Vega had been with the force 7
years now and was a good man to have in the field. She knew he would
give her a good, no-bullshit take on the situation.

"What's going on here Vega?" Sarah asked.

"Christ Sarah, you look like shit, when did you last get some sleep?"

"You really know how to make a girl feel special John" She replied.

" Seriously Sarah you just go get some sack time and let us deal with
this shit!".

She wished that it was that simple, but it usually never was. She had
been pulled off a 72 hour drug-house observation and dragged over here
only because she was the closest female detective to the crime scene.
She had been awake almost 3 days and counting. A mixture of Caffeine
and prescription stimulants were the only things keeping her awake and
alert at this stage.

"Got no choice" Sarah continued "They need a female officer to take a
victims statement and I was the closest one."

"Lucky you" Vega replied.

"Tell me about it" Sarah joked weakly before getting down to business.

"Okay Vega what am I dealing with here, I need the name of the victim
and where I can find her, also any details of what went on here, so far
they ain't told me squat."

"I can see that", Sargent Vega went on. "There are two victims
involved. Jenna Wilkes age 19 and Angela Morales age 22. Both are
trainee nurses who live and study in the dorms here at st Catherine's."

"What happened to them?" Sarah questioned.

"It's easier if you go talk to the crime scene guys. Whatever happened
took place on the lecture stage behind that red curtain. They are back
there now processing the scene".

"Shit the more I find out, the more confusing it all gets" Sarah
replied.

"High-ups say we gotta keep a tight lid on this one" Sargent Vega went
on. "Apparently one of the girls is the daughter of a high ranking U.S.
Military official stationed here in Mexico. If any of this got out the
media would have a field day."

"Understood" Sarah reassured him. "Discretion is my middle name". Her
weak attempt at humor clearly missed it's mark as Sargent Vega quickly
returned to taking statements.

It had already been a long day and Sarah just needed it to end. She was
beyond tired, but then again, that was nothing new lately.

When She began her police training all those years ago, nobody had told
her that the road to success and promotion for a woman would be as hard
as it had turned out to be. She had joined the force a few days after
her 24th birthday and it had taken a little over 8 years to finally
make it to Detective. That was a year ago.

Now at 33 she felt she had earned everything the hard way. She was
successful and respected by most but she had also paid a huge price for
everything she had gained.

Most nights Sarah would return home to her empty mid-town apartment and
simply go straight to bed. There was no boyfriend or husband. No family
or children would run to the door to meet her. She had given all of it
up. Her job took the place of a husband and her career took the place
of any children. Much like a child, it was her career that needed to be
nurtured and guided. Sure she felt successful now, but was the price
too high?

Some nights Sarah would sit alone in her empty apartment and the
inevitable questions and self-doubt would start to fill her mind. She
saw the joy her friends had experienced in settling down and raising
children. She would often compare her life to theirs and wonder if it
was all worth it. Success hadn't brought her the happiness she thought
it would, but it was all she had now. She would die before she gave
that up.

Sarah climbed the stairs to the lecture platform and brushed past the
thick red curtain that hid the rear of the stage. What she saw there
didn't make things any easier for her. Two crime scene techs were
processing the area.

Involuntarily her heart rate quickened when she saw what they were
working on, and a puzzled smile immediately spread across her face.
Given the rumored sexual nature of the crime, her mind quickly drew
some interesting implications from what she saw before her.

A medical examination table had been bolted to the floor behind the
curtain. That may not have been an unusual sight in a medical lecture
theater such as this, but it was the design of the table that drew
Sarah's attention. She recognized it immediately as the type of table
used mostly by Gynecologists.

The table was slightly inclined and pointed toward the lecture hall.

The bottom of the table spread to form a 'Y' shape where the legs were
spread wide and the feet placed in stirrups.

Any female unfortunate enough to be strapped into that table would have
her legs spread and her vagina exposed to the whole damn auditorium!
Even worse than that, the table was inclined in such a way that the
poor girl would have eye contact with everyone in the whole place!

"This can't be normal" Sarah said aloud to no-one in particular.

"It's not", one of the crime scene technicians looked up and replied as
he continued to dust for finger prints.

"Table was bolted here at some time yesterday and positioned this way
on purpose. Probably to achieve maximum humiliation for the victims".

Sarah felt a mixture of excitement and disbelief as she walked up to
the table. Her life recently had consisted of mind numbing surveillance
jobs and mundane paper-work. The thought of a case as 'juicy' as this
was almost too good to be true.

"Jesus watch your fucking step lady!" one of the men snarled at her.
Sarah had realized her mistake a little too late. In her excitement to
get a closer look, she had walked through what looked like some kind of
clear, oily substance on the floor.

"Good work Detective, you just contaminated the fucking crime scene!"

It was true Sarah had just made a rookie mistake, and may have
contaminated part of the scene. But she had also been spoken to
disrespectfully and it needed to be dealt with straight away in order
to save face.

Saving face and maintaining respect was a vital part of survival in
this part of the world.

'Fuck all these ignorant bastards' Sarah thought to herself. 'After 3
days without sleep they are lucky I'm even walking at all'. Sarah
re-focused her anger back at the crime scene tech that made the comment
and stared coldly at him as if examining a cockroach she had found on
the floor. You just don't talk to a superior like that and Sarah was
too exhausted to hold back.

"Listen you arrogant little prick it's been a long day" she continued
"but if you ever speak to me or any of your superiors like that again I
will personally make your life a fucking nightmare, you got that?"

His reaction was priceless and immediate. He seemed to visibly shrink
in size and he bowed his head in an act that was almost submissive."I'm
sorry detective" the tech said sounding genuinely worried. "It's gonna
be a long day for us too and I was out of line, just please be careful
where you walk in future".

Pissing of Sarah Cruze was not a smart move. Everyone in the force knew
that except, apparently, for this new guy. 'He wont make that mistake
again' Sarah thought to herself. It was moments like these that Sarah
truly loved her job. People respected her and feared her now. In her
mind she could do no wrong.

"Fair enough" Sarah conceded and let him off the hook. She now had
leverage over this little weasel and she would take full advantage of
it . "If you can answer some questions for me we'll call it even".

"No problem" he answered quickly as he stopped what he was doing and
gave her his full attention.

Sarah had to engage in these little power-plays almost daily. It had
become part of the job.

She was youthful for her 33 years and she considered her training and
physical fitness to be a vital part of her life. Although her work-outs
were fewer lately, she still drew admiring stares from both male and
female colleagues alike. A fact she was usually totally oblivious to.

Sure, there a few misogynists in the force who didn't quite know how to
deal with a strong female, but they were easy to deal with. What
bothered her more was the unwanted flirting and sexual advances. That
too had become part of the job to her.

At 5'7 and 135 pounds she was toned but still curvy. She had a strong,
beautiful face and a slightly pale complexion that was punctuated by
deep brown eyes. Her features were framed by long, flowing dark hair
that would have easily reached past her shoulders if she hadn't tied
her hair in a ponytail that day.

At every opportunity she tried to play down the fact the she was a
woman in an occupation dominated by men, but in doing so she had also
created a very lonely existence for herself.

She felt that just to get ahead in the force, she had to be twice as
good as the men.

This meant no flirting or romantic entanglements with the other
officers. She wasn't willing to risk destroying any of the respect she
had fought so hard to win after all these years.

But that had now created its own set of problems.

Her job was her life and she had no time for anything else now.

Her solution to the 'sex problem' was to cross the border back into the
states every couple of months. She would find a random bar or night
club and hook up with a total stranger. There would be the usual small
talk. That would invariably lead into heavily making out. From there
she would usually treat every guy like a cheap 'amusement park ride'
and attempt to 'fuck his brains out' for most of the night.

The next day he would be conveniently brushed off and discarded. If he
had any thoughts of sticking around she would casually inform him she
was a cop. This always put an abrupt end to any thoughts of a second
date. Problem solved.

It had now been over six months since she had taken someone home and
she knew she needed to fix that problem fast before she had a
melt-down.

Even her sleep was being affected by it.

Almost every night she was having the kind of dreams that would make a
porn-star blush, and they were only getting worse.

In the beginning, they started out as nice romantic vanilla-sex type
fantasies, but recently that had changed. Now every night her dreams
were filled with a variety of men and women fucking her senseless in
increasingly violent and degrading ways.

'I'll get the sex thing outta my system next week' Sarah always told
herself, but time never seemed to allow for it.

"Okay, can you shine some light on what happened here?" Sarah asked.
She still didn't know the techs name, and in truth, she didn't really
care what it was.

"Well I can set the scene if that will help", he continued.

"It's clear that a pretty inventive crime took place here, but whoever
did this clearly watches too many movies."

Sarah was puzzled by his last comment but didn't interrupt him.

"There's a good chance that this could be nothing more than a practical
joke gone horribly wrong, but if that's true, then the sick bastard who
did this has a pretty fucked up sense of humor".

"You're gonna have to give me much more than that." Sarah replied.

"Please let me finish", he continued.

"This morning at about 8.45am two females, woke up to find themselves
scantily clad and restrained behind this curtain. They shared a dorm
room together here at st Catherine's. There is strong evidence they had
been heavily drugged at some point last night".

"Tell me how they were restrained". Sarah asked, perhaps sounding a
little too interested.

It was a fair question given the circumstances but Sarah was also
becoming aware of a feeling of arousal forming in the pit of her
stomach and traveling downwards.'That is the last thing I need right
now', Sarah thought to herself as she pushed the feeling aside and
continued to listen.

"The younger of the two, Jenna Wilkes, was strapped into this
gynecology table. Her arms were fastened to leather straps above her
head and padlocked to the table.

Her legs were spread wide and placed in the stirrups. Each ankle was
similarly strapped and padlocked in place. A final leather strap and
padlock ran across her belly, securely holding her body in place."

"And the other girl?" Sarah asked immediately.

"Well, Angela Morales didn't have it quite as bad as Jenna Wilkes but
it was no picnic for either of them. She woke up to find she had been
placed in a chair beside the table Wilkes was strapped into.

The chair faced toward the lecture hall and her left wrist was strapped
and padlocked to the side of the table."

"What was the point of that?" Sarah asked.

"Well it's simple really. She was trapped there just like Jenna Wilkes
was, but it also meant that Angela Morales was able to stand and have
free use of her right hand. In fact, that was a key part of the whole
set-up."

As Sarah contemplated her next question, she once more felt the dull
ache of arousal form in her stomach. It grew in strength and attempted
to push it's way down deep into her pelvis. She was maddened by her own
sudden lack of control and again pushed the feeling back.

She wasn't able to shake it entirely this time and it stayed with her
despite her efforts.

"You said they were 'scantily clad'." Sarah continued. "Exactly what do
you mean by that?".

"The perpetrator took his time and dressed them for the occasion" he
explained. "When they woke up, both girls were dressed in identical and
explicit black lingerie."

"Define 'explicit'" She pushed further.

"You can see for yourself, the sick bastard dressed them up and
presented them like high price whores, if you'll excuse the expression
detective".

With that he went to his gear bag and retrieved the digital camera he
had used to gather photographic evidence and handed it to Sarah.

"A quick thinking doctor told them to not remove any potential evidence
until the police arrived, we were able to take these photos before we
collected their clothing as evidence. The blonde is Jenna Wilkes and
the brunette is Morales."

Sarah began to scroll through the photos. Her years in the force had
given her an exceptional eye for detail and a near photographic memory.
After she had absorbed each image fully, she systematically moved on to
the next.

Each image seemed to be more explicit than the last, and with each one
she became a little more disturbed. The contents of the photos wasn't
the problem. It was her reaction to them, an intense and physical one.
She was aware that her growing interest was far from a professional
one.

The intense feelings grew stronger until each new image became like a
guilty pleasure that made her heart beat just a little faster.

Her breathing also quickened in response as conflicting emotions began
to flood her thoughts.

Confusion. Excitement. Shame.

'Okay you gotta calm down' she re-assured herself. Sarah's body had
been running on stimulants and adrenaline for days now. She had seen
what stress and lack of sleep had done to fellow officers in the past.
She had seen good cops lose control and fly into panic for no reason.
Her own current lack of self control was simply her body telling her
she had reached her limit.

'Okay Sarah', she told herself. 'Just breathe slow and don't panic'.

But she knew that it wasn't panic flowing through her. It was something
worse.

In the first few photos she saw two very young and very pretty student
nurses. Both wore matching hospital robes that hid whatever was
underneath. Both girls had sullen, tired expressions and Sarah felt
compassion for these two girls and whatever they had gone through.

Any thoughts of compassion vanished when she saw the next image. She
bit into her lower lip and swallowed hard as she studied the photo of
what must have been Jenna Wilkes, a pretty looking white girl with
striking blue eyes.

Report Story

by real_first_time © 1 comments / 7385 views / 3 favorites

Share the love

Tweet

Report a Bug

Submit bug report

Next

2 Pages: 1 212Go

Literotica

Toy Store

ADULT TOY & DVD STORE FAST & DISCREET

Literotica

XXX Webcams

24/7 LIVE CAMS - FREE PREVIEW W/AUDIO!

Literotica

Adult Movies

STREAMING ADULT MOVIES PAY PER MINUTE

Login

or

Sign Up

Stories

Poems

Story Series

Tags Portal

Chat

Forum

Adult Store

Movies

Webcams

Mobile Version

FAQ

Search

English | Spanish | German | French | Dutch | Other languages

All contents © Copyright 1998-2011. Literotica is a trademark.

No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written
permission.

Terms Of Services | Report A Problem

Username:

Password:Forgot your password?

Security code:

The Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01

by real_first_time (UID 1077695)

A female cop descends into sexual perversion.

Page 2 of 2 page(s) (14642 characters)

Page 2 - The Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01 - Novels and Novellas -
Literotica.com

1 capture

16 Mar 2011

FebMARApr  16  201020112012

success

fail

About this capture

COLLECTED BY

Organization:  Alexa Crawls

Starting in 1996, Alexa Internet has been donating their crawl data to
the Internet Archive. Flowing in every day, these data are added to the
Wayback Machine after an embargo period.

Collection:  Alexa Crawls

Starting in 1996, Alexa Internet has been donating their crawl data to
the Internet Archive. Flowing in every day, these data are added to the
Wayback Machine after an embargo period.

TIMESTAMPS

The Wayback Machine -
https://web.archive.org/web/20110316010016/http://www.literotica.com:80
/s/the-fall-of-sarah-cruze-ch-01?page=2

Novels and NovellasThe Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01Page 2

The Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01 by real_first_time ©

The gown had been removed and Jenna stood exposed.

She was dressed in long black high heels and thigh high stockings that
attached by straps to a lace garter belt around her hips. Sadly for
her, panties were not included in the outfit and her freshly shaved
pubic area was on display for everyone to see. Lastly she wore a
cut-off bra that pushed her breasts up and exposed her nipples.

Angela Morales's photos almost seemed more explicit. She was a
voluptuous Mexican girl and her breasts were larger and more exposed.

For some odd reason Angela Morales's nipples were clearly hard and
rigid and Sarah couldn't help fixating on them.

'Oh fuck this is not good' Sarah thought as she started to
hyper-ventilate. Her hips bucked slightly and her head swam. Her body
responded strongly as her arousal grew. She could feel energy being
diverted to where it was most needed, making her pelvis throb and her
pussy ache.

She looked up from the camera toward the table and her mind began to
run the details of the crime through her head. What the hell had
actually happened here?

An image of Jenna Wilkes invaded her thoughts. Her hands were fastened
above her head and her legs bound and spread wide. Her glistening
vagina was open and on display and Angela Morales was waiting
expectantly beside her. So vivid. So real.

'This is all wrong' Sarah told herself as the visions continued,
despite her attempts to stop them.

Confusion. Agony.

A sudden flash of bright light blinded her and pain spread through her
brain. Her senses went on alert as she tried desperately to rationalize
what was happening.

'Either someone has just struck me in the back of the head or I'm
having a stroke', She told herself. She hoped it was the first option.

Sarah had no concept of time. When she opened her eyes again she didn't
know if minutes or hours had passed. The one thing she did know, was
that she was in serious trouble.

As her vision cleared, she tried to sit up. She quickly discovered she
couldn't move an inch.

Panic spread over her as she realized where she was.

Sarah was now the one strapped into the examination table and she was
totally alone.

Her body was flooded with adrenaline and her heart felt like it was
about to burst out of her chest.

Her hands were fastened and padlocked above her head and a single
leather strap and lock ran across her stomach holding her body firmly
in place. Each ankle was bound and padlocked into each of the padded
stirrups at the end of the table. The stirrups pulled her legs wide
apart and she felt vulnerable and exposed.

'Oh god this can't be happening' she told herself.

The true gravity of the situation began to dawn on Sarah and for the
first time since childhood she actually felt like crying.

The red curtain was closed and she was alone and hidden in the St
Catherine's auditorium.

Someone had removed her work clothes and dressed her for what ever was
about to happen.

Black stiletto high heels were laced firmly onto her feet. Thigh-high
lace stockings ran up her legs and were fastened by elastic straps to a
black lacy garter-belt around her hips.

There were no panties covering her womanhood and she had never felt so
vulnerable.

Lastly, her full breasts were pushed up by a tiny bra and her rigid
nipples were exposed and sensitive.

For a second time she saw a familiar flash of light and felt the same
searing pain shoot through her brain. Had she been struck a second
time? Sarah wasn't sure of anything anymore.

She felt her consciousness return but this time she was aware that she
was far from alone.

Sarah was being repeatedly jolted awake by a strange sensation. It felt
a lot like someone was shoving her over and over. When she opened her
eyes and saw what was happening she tried to scream, only to discover a
ball-gag had been used to keep her silent.

Sarah was still securely strapped to the examination table. Her legs
were pulled wide by the stirrups and a man she didn't recognize was
standing between her legs and fucking her with long, deep strokes.

He was young and strong, In his 20's maybe. His hair was cut short in
army fashion and he was stripped of all clothing. His muscles flexed
powerfully each time he pounded into her and he smiled arrogantly at
Sarah when he saw her eyes begin to open.

"Fuck this filthy little bitch feels good!" He growled as he increased
the ferocity of his thrusts. Sarah's body jolted savagely as he
repeatedly pulled out of her almost all the way before punching his
cock deep inside her.

Sarah was experiencing a mixture of shock and fear, but also something
else that was much more alarming to her. Each thrust sent a spark of
arousal through her that was steadily growing stronger.

'Fight this Sarah.....Fight this!' She chanted in her mind over and
over, but her own body didn't seem to be listening to her.

Her pussy felt sensitive and engorged with blood. It offered little
resistance or protest, just the opposite. A flood of her own wetness
lubricated every stroke and it made the feeling of male flesh sliding
against her pussy walls almost indescribable.

With every thrust she gave out a grunt that sounded powerful and angry,
but with every stroke it was becoming more and more like uncontrolled
lust.

"Listen to how she's getting off on this, you were totally right about
her" he said to someone standing in the shadows. "She's nothing but a
whore with a badge".

Sarah was startled when she heard a female voice reply from the
shadows. "You just keep fucking her baby, I'm gonna have my own fun
with her tonight".

Sarah fell silent as a tall, beautiful, dark haired woman stepped into
the light and stared directly into her eyes.

She was dressed in a figure hugging black suit and she looked more like
a powerful business woman than a criminal. She began to undo the belt
of her short skirt. Each movement she made seemed effortless and almost
sensual.

Sarah whimpered slightly as the man continued to fuck her in hard
rhythmic strokes. The mysterious business woman didn't remove her
skirt, she had simply just slid the leather belt out of the loops
around her waist and now held it in her hand.

"You love getting fucked like this don't you baby", she said almost
soothingly.

Sarah grunted back through the gag, trying to sound as angry as she
could.

"Don't be an un-grateful little cunt!" The woman screamed in reply. She
then folded the belt in two, lifted her arm and brought the belt down
hard onto Sarah's exposed left breast and nipple.

Sarah screamed and grunted through the gag. Her left breast throbbed
and burned and the shock of the sudden blow set her senses on fire.
Every sensation now felt intensified to the point of overload.

The woman turned toward her male accomplice and then gave instructions.

"Okay baby this is it, fuck this little cunt hard and don't stop"

Sarah's body jolted and convulsed with every savage thrust and the
business woman began to rain blow after blow from her belt all over
Sarah's exposed breasts and nipples.

Sarah's mind stopped processing words at that point and could only
handle sensations and emotions.

Pain. Longing. Humiliation. Desire. Love.

She was aware she was moaning and grunting constantly. Some were cries
of pain. Some were animal expressions of lust.

"Scream for me you little bitch! Scream for me!" The woman ordered.

Something powerful erupted in the back of Sarah's mind and she let out
a raw, almost violent scream.

Moments later the woman planted two, hard open-handed slaps across her
face making each cheek burn and causing a wave of adrenaline to flood
across her body.

She grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair and yanked her head to the side,
forcing her captive to stare deeply into her tormentor's eyes.

It was as if the woman was staring directly into Sarah's soul,
violating her in every way, and exposing her most secret thoughts and
private desires.

Her body continued to shudder violently as the young man carried on his
relentless rhythm.

Sarah desperately looked for some spark of humanity or pity hidden
within the woman's deep brown eyes. She saw many things. She saw power,
arrogance and lust but there was no sign at all of any human
compassion.

"Try and tell me you don't want this you little puta slut", the woman
spat and continued. "Try and tell me you don't dream of this every
night." She paused and smiled before finally saying...

"Convince me you're not a little whore..... Beg me to stop and I
promise you'll never see me again!"

Sarah's reply was automatic and unthinking. The gag hid her words but
in her mind the response was clear. She may not have known it yet, but
she had just made a flash decision that could not be unmade, regardless
of the consequences.

"What do you mean, 'don't stop'?" A new voice from out of the shadows
startled Sarah and she looked up, confused and disorientated.

"You're not making any sense detective and you don't look at all well!"
the voice spoke again.

"Detective Williams, I think you had better leave" the crime scene
technician continued. "You've been standing there for 10 minutes
looking at that camera. You haven't moved an inch".

To Sarah it felt like the fabric of reality itself had shifted.

She was now right back to where she had started and there was no
rational explanation for what had just happened.

It was as if time had been re-wound and had erased the very real ordeal
she had just experienced.

'What the fuck is happening to me?' Sarah thought.

'I can't have hallucinated all of that. It was too real'.

She was shaken beyond words and started to tremble.

"Look detective we've got a lot of work to finish here. We have to
spray the examination table with luminol, and quite frankly you are
just getting in the way".

"That's fine" she replied shakily, "I have to take statements from the
two girls anyway",

"You better get that cut on your lip looked at detective", the crime
scene technician told her. "I didn't notice it before but it looks
nasty".

Sarah put her hand to her mouth and felt blood on her fingers. She
remembered biting her lower lip when she had started looking at the
crime scene photos, but apparently that had been ten minutes ago. She
had bitten clean through her lower lip during that time and she didn't
remember any of it.

'What the fuck is happening to me?' She repeated to herself.

The two victims were being kept in a guarded hospital room a few
flights up from the lecture hall and Sarah had work to do.

'I Just have to take the statements and get outta here' Sarah told
herself.

It had been a long day. She would get it done, go home and then get her
mind right.

She was just over tired she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks
with her that was all. She just needed some sleep.

She went to the main elevator and punched the 4th floor button. The two
girls were in room 425.

She would get it done quickly then get out of here.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

COMING SOON

CHAPTER TWO:

THE ORDEAL OF JENNA WILKES

Report Story

by real_first_time © 1 comments / 4622 views / 2 favorites

Share the love

Tweet

Similar stories

New Moon Pt. 06 by GrimmsOtherBrother   4.70   3

Teri's Golf Game by twosides   3.49   17

Taeris' Downfall by Onoz   4.43   3

Sexual Sacrifice Ch. 05 by DecadentAngel   4.65   14

Bonnie Ch. 01 by whitehype   4.03   3

Tags For This Story

crime –

saw –

perversion –

mexico –

obsession –

mistress –

bondage –

slut –

submission –

insanity

Report a Bug

Submit bug report

Previous

2 Pages: 1 2

Please Rate This Submission:

15 (best)

Please Rate This Submission:

1

2

3

4

5

Favorite Author   Favorite Story

Recent

Comments

by Anonymous

by Anonymous 03/12/11

IntriguingLoved this first chapter setting the scene and mystery.

It has been well written so far so looking for further chapters so
please don't be too long between chapters. On the other hand don't rush
it good writing needs care.

Thank you for writing

Julie more...

Show more comments  or

Read All User Comments	or

Click here to leave your own comment on this submission!

Add a

Comment

PreviewThis is a preview of how your comment will appear. If it looks
good, please

click the "Submit Comment" below to post the comment.

by Anonymous 05/27/09

[...][...]

Edit comment  or Submit Comment

Comment posted successfully -  click here to view it  or  write another
.

Post a public comment on this submission ( click here to send private
anonymous feedback to the author instead).Title of your comment:

Your public comment about The Fall of Sarah Cruze Ch. 01:

Post comment as (click to select):

As Anonymous

As Literotica user (Log In or Signup)

Please type in the security code You may also listen to a recording of
the characters.

Preview comment

Send

Feedback

Send private anonymous feedback to the author ( click here to post a
public comment instead).Title your feedback:

Your feedback to real_first_time:

If you would like a response, enter your email address in this box:

Please type in the security code You may also listen to a recording of
the characters.

Send feedback

Sending...

Feedback sent successfully - click here to write another .

Literotica

Toy Store

ADULT TOY & DVD STORE FAST & DISCREET

Literotica

XXX Webcams

24/7 LIVE CAMS - FREE PREVIEW W/AUDIO!

Literotica

Adult Movies

STREAMING ADULT MOVIES PAY PER MINUTE

Login

or

Sign Up

Stories

Poems

Story Series

Tags Portal

Chat

Forum

Adult Store

Movies

Webcams

Mobile Version

FAQ

Search

English | Spanish | German | French | Dutch | Other languages

All contents © Copyright 1998-2011. Literotica is a trademark.

No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written
permission.

Terms Of Services | Report A Problem

Username:

Password:Forgot your password?

Security code:

Story Tags: crime; saw; perversion; mexico; obsession; mistress;
bondage; slut; submission; insanity

Similar stories:
