Content Warning:
The following chapter is part of a novel-length murder mystery with graphic violence and gratuitous non-consensual sex. Since I am writing for Literotica, the story contains more sex than mystery.
This story is in Nonconsent/Reluctance for a reason.
Sensitive readers should look elsewhere for entertainment.
This story took place in 1977. There were no DNA tests, no cell phones, no internet, and computers were scarce.
Chapter 6: Herod's Whore
I woke up naked in a dimly lit room lying on my back on a hard mattress with a large pillow under my ass. Despite the lack of clothes, I was sweating in the warm room. My head was still spinning from all the Molly that had been added to my water bottle at the Velvet Groove, and I saw flashes of color in the dark shadows. My stomach ached from Herod's blow. I wanted to curl up in a fetal position but couldn't move. My wrists were tied together over my head. and secured to the bed frame. My ankles were each fastened to a corner of the bed. The ropes weren't tight, but they only had a little play. I tugged on the knots, but they were securely tied. I wanted to scream for help, but I was gagged by a hard rubber ball that I couldn't push out of my mouth.
I was terrified. Now I knew Herod was the box cutter murderer, and he had me captive. I was going to be his next victim. I wept as I jerked on my bindings, over and over. All I managed to do was to wear myself out and tear the skin on my wrists. I pounded my head against the firm mattress and sobbed. I remembered the coroner's pictures of Inesa's corpse. I could feel the blade slicing down my chest, across my stomach, right through my clit and all the way across my anus. I whimpered into my gag and arched my back. I pulled hard on my bindings hoping to break the metal bed frame or the thick rope. The room spun around as I hyperventilated and passed out.
I woke up with water pouring on a thick towel covering my face. I couldn't breathe through the water-logged cloth. The gag in my mouth didn't prevent water from flowing into my gasping mouth. I was going to die, and I didn't even know who was killing me. My body began shaking with terror. I saw a light in the distance and started running toward it. I felt a sense of peace as all my life's pain faded away.
The wet cloth was ripped away from my face. A bright light blinded my sight. The gag was pulled from my mouth, and I gasped for air. Someone moved in front of the light. I blinked and tried to make out their face.
I heard Herod's voice, "Welcome to my home, Jean. You've been out for almost two hours, and it's time to get down to business. I spent everything I had and more for two girls from some fucking backwater Eastern European country. David or one of those fucking Jackson brothers killed Inesa, and then you helped Samuel steal Marian from me. So now you're working for me until you pay off what I lost on the two girls. From now on, you are Krystal. You're my whore, and we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
I turned my head to look at the knot securing my wrists. It looked like handcuffs made from rope. The knot wasn't anything an Eagle Scout would tie. I felt relief. Perhaps Herod wasn't the boxcutter killer.
"No, you're making a mistake. I'm not a whore. I wasn't working for Samuel, and I won't work for you. I'm Professor William's intern. He thinks David is innocent of Inesa's murder and he's trying to get him freed. We found out you followed Inesa the night she was murdered. I just wanted to find out what you saw. The professor knew you wouldn't talk to him. We thought you might talk to me if I worked as a waitress at the Velvet Groove. Maybe I just should have asked."
"Dumb bitch, you're wasting your time. I didn't see anything. Jamel and Yousef have a bad habit of stiffing working women. I followed them because I was planning on teaching them a lesson. They led Inesa into a condemned house that was used by prostitutes, homeless people, and drug addicts. I had been inside once to buy heroin for one of my girls. I thought it was boarded up tight with only one entrance. I waited outside planning to surprise the deadbeats on their way out. After an hour, I went inside. I found out someone had smashed their way through a heavy board sealing the back door. The bastards were gone, and they took Inesa with them. I never saw her again. Inesa died in an abandoned building a block away from the crack house. The police found David in an alley near where she died. He was covered in blood and incoherent. The cops charged him with Inesa's murder. I have no reason to believe they didn't get the fucker who butchered my girl, and nothing has happened since to change my mind."
Herod hadn't provided me with any new evidence that David was innocent, but Professor Williams had never convinced me that the young man on death row was innocent either. I had never met David and didn't have any feelings about the young man. All I wanted was proof of his guilt or innocence so I could get credit for my internship. Unfortunately, one hard-earned piece of information after another had proven useless. I had no reason to disbelieve Herod. But it didn't matter anyway. Once again, I had learned nothing of use in a courtroom, and it looked like I would once again pay a high price for being the Professor's flunky.
I tugged on my bindings, "Could you please untie me. I think we both made a mistake."
Herod sat on the edge of the bed next to my hips. His hand cupped my bare crotch, and he rubbed my hairless pussy as he continued to talk.
"Damn, you are a dumb cunt. Just how do you think I made a mistake? I know you fucked half the front line of the Eagles your first night on the streets working for Samuel. I must hand it to him having you work the Velvet Groove to interview me. However, he made a couple of mistakes. His biggest mistake was putting his trust in the bartender. John despises Samuel and couldn't give a shit about protecting you since you don't work for him. Who do you think was doping your water with Molly all night long? Sure, as shit, there is nothing that wrong with the tap water in North Philly."
Herod had tied me loose enough that I could squirm under his touch but not loose enough to escape his probing fingers. I groaned as he eased a couple of fingers into my moist vagina. Judging from my body's intense reaction, I was still under the influence of the massive amounts of Molly my supposed protector had slipped me.
I jerked as my captor flicked my clit with his thumb, "Oh fuck no! Please, let me go. Oh God, please stop."