Dead Swinger
My cell phone is vibrating; groggy, as it woke me, I lift it from my nightstand, it shows 'Cap' and 12:09.
"Hello."
"Jones, I sent you an address via text; I need you to take lead on this one."
Trying not to wake Grant, I quietly dress in the same pantsuit I wore yesterday and scurry off.
I'm Detective Teresa Jones, 28, dirty blonde hair, usually done up in a bun, with a few escaping strands. Attractive, I generally dress unassuming, in pant suits.
I graduated top of my class from the police academy at 21. From a young age, reading Nancy Drew, I always wanted to solve crimes, I recently passed my detective exams.
My coworkers call me 'TASK'; I got that nickname due to my dog on a bone approach; my tenacious focus on an assignment to get results.
I pull up in an older part of town, younger families moving in, getting started, renovating the previous generation's homes. I jump out of my Jeep and head inside.
I check my watch and mentally note, 12;17, there is a uniformed officer guarding the door, I ask him.
"Were you first on scene; has it been secured?"
"Yes Ma'am, no one has entered except Al, he just arrived, he's in the bedroom."
I pass through the living room, it appears there was a party earlier, several red plastic disposable cups, wine, beer, and liquor bottles, ash trays on the coffee and end tables.
Standing just inside the bedroom doorway; Detective Al McNabb, a greying 55-year-old, with a pot belly, suspenders holding up the pants of an ill-fitting, cheap, store-bought dark suit, white shirt, top button undone and a loosened dark blue tie, slightly askew.
Al's meticulously surveying the room, looking over the top of the wire rim glasses he wears low on his nose, then through the lenses when jotting notes. He nods as I stop in the doorway.
"Cap wants you to take the lead on this; I'm swamped with the Simpson case; I was nearby, on my way home when the call came in; so, I'll help you out tonight, jot notes until forensics get here."
He steps back, I move just inside the door.
The room is dimly lit with only a small wattage bedside lamp, and a candle on each of the vintage dark wood nightstands on either side of the older, queen size metal framed bed. After putting on disposable gloves, I remove a pen from the inside breast pocket of my suitcoat, I use it to tip the light switch, the trio of bulbs on the ceiling fan illuminate the room.
A normal bedroom, rather small, an antique, tall 8 drawer dresser on the left wall. A matching, wider 4 drawer dresser with a mirror on the right. On the right side of the bed, an old, worn down, patterned area carpet with what at one time were likely white tassels all around the edge, hardwood floors.
On the area rug, on all 4's bound with white rope, is a nude, petite brunette, nipple clamps, blindfolded, red buttocks and red streaks on the majority of her body. A riding crop, a paddle and a flogger beside her.
"Are you hurt Ma'am?" I ask.
"Nothing I didn't ask for; but if you're not here to fuck me, could you untie me please; I've been like this for a couple hours, and am very uncomfortable."
"Sorry ma'am, we'll have to get DNA samples, before we can release you, it won't be long now." Al reassures her.
Spreadeagle face down on the bed is a lifeless, nude, blonde, Caucasian female; the reason we are here.
I'm upset by the scene; it's not gory, there's no blood, but it's sad, uncomforting.
{'This is just wrong on so many levels, I fight back my fierce emotions, I'm a detective, I'm a professional; I've got to compartmentalize my feelings and do my job; I am now this woman's advocate.'}
Her wrists are cuffed to the corners of the tubelike metal headboard. Her ankles tied with white cotton twisted rope to either corner of the foot of the bed. A wedge-shaped cushion has her midsection elevated; to make her ass readily accessible. Several semen streams across her butt cheeks, lower back, and thighs, also seeping from both orifices. The amount makes it immediately obvious there was more than one donor.
Criss-crossed red welts on her back, shoulders, and thighs, her bum cherry red from an obvious spanking, likely from the flat wooden paddle next to her.
There is also a riding crop, flogger and various sexual devices scattered on the bed.
After several minutes of us both scrutinizing the aberrant scene, Al signals the photographer; he steps past me, immediately starts taking pics, the flash creating a strobe effect. After about 100 photos, I beckon the forensic team to enter.
"Start with the woman on the carpet; make sure you get a sample of each stream of semen, there's definitely more than one donor. No one man is capable of all that." Al tells the forensic woman.
When the forensic gal is done swabbing, Al unties the woman on the floor, I get a robe from the bathroom for her. Blocking her view of the victim on the bed, the uniform officer escorts her to the sofa.
The forensic lady finishes getting samples from the victim's body, Al uncuffs the blondes' wrists and I untie the ankle restraints, carefully putting everything into evidence bags.
Flipping the lifeless body; I audibly gasp.
"Oh, my gawd, what a waste, she's so young and pretty."
The youthful long-haired blond, appears sleeping, she could be a model, or an actress. Extremely attractive, and in great shape. Blindfolded with a black satin mask, slightly slanted; she has a red ball gag strapped in place; nipple clamps firmly attached. Her entire front has remnant streaks of red flogger marks. The photographer takes many more pics of the body.
"Maybe her master got a little carried away. Who was her assailant? Is he or she responsible, or is this natural?" Al shakes his head and sighs. "I don't see any sign of foul play, no strangulation marks, no wounds, no blood. Just the evidence of bondage. Rather odd there was no one in the apartment, except the other bound woman."
I add. "She has an engagement ring; we need to find her partner."
The uniformed officer at the door chimed in. "My money's on a drug O.D."
Al checks for needle marks.
"I don't see any tracks; could be oral induced, or snorted, we'll have to wait for the coroner's report for cause of death." He steps back. "I think we're done in here."
Al turns to the uniformed officer. "You were first on the scene?"
"Yes, I arrived 7 minutes after the 911 call, the apartment door was open, no one else was present. The woman who was on the rug, now on the sofa, was on all 4's bound and blindfolded, unable to move. I did not enter the room; I recorded our conversation. I asked her if she needed medical assistance; she replied, 'sore, but unhurt.' I requested if she was alright to wait a few minutes for detectives to arrive she replied, 'I've been like this for a couple hours, a few more minutes won't matter.' She demanded to know what happened, why I was here, where had everyone gone; I told her I couldn't comment." He added; "absolutely nothing in this house was touched after I arrived."
I went to the living room.
The mid 30's, petite, brunette, was sitting on one of those old, overstuffed couches. Quivering, wearing a white terry towel bath robe; her eye make-up tear streaked down her cheeks. Nursing a drink in one of those red, disposable, plastic cups.
"I'm Detective Sargeant Jones; this is Detective McNabb. We need to ask you what happened; please tell us everything you can about tonight." I hold her hand between mine. "What's your name?"
"Marg, uh Marg Jensen." She is shivering, but I'm confident it's not the chills.
"Who's the blonde on the bed?" I queried.
"Jocelyn Dumont." She responded.
Al was sitting in the matching chair, had his pad in his pudgy fingers taking notes. "Marg, you were tied up in the bedroom with Jocelyn, so who called 911?"
"Ester told me she'd call 911, then didn't return; I don't know if anyone else was here." She reaches to the table and picks up her phone.
"Jocelyn and I met about 8 months ago at Yoga, I seduced her; we quickly became best friends and lesbian lovers since; we both kept it secret from our partners. Soon after she joined our private sex club, neither of our partners know. I'm married to Gary, he's out of town for a couple more days; Jocelyn's engaged to Brian."
She clicked on her phone and passed it to me.
I took her phone; there is a pic of the two-gals topless hugging, bright smiles for whoever took the pic.
The post message read:
'Marg and Jocelyn, both hot and very horny, craving discipline and many orgasms. Party with us Saturday 7p.m. Limited to 12 contact Ester for info.
"We both like being disciplined and enjoy rough sex, gang banged; so, we posted that on our private 'Swingers' webpage last Sunday." Marg leaned forward put the cup on the coffee table.
"I think there were 10 others here tonight. We passed around a couple joints, had a few drinks, when we were warmed up, people were necking, fondling.
Dr. Gregg took Jocelyn to the bedroom to initiate our requested BDSM session, I followed with Doug."
Al asked the next question. "Marg, who was here at that time?"
"Ester and Victor, she manages the club. Deshawn and Simone, Megan and Gail. Clayton and Nancy, and I think Joe arrived as we went to the bedroom."
Teresa asks. "What's the name of the webpage?"
Marg takes another drink and responds. "Fantastic Fantasies. I'll share the link, and Esters number. She'll know for sure who attended and if she called 911."
At that moment an officer entered with a stout, voluptuous, mid 20's woman, clad in a loose summer dress.
"I'm Ester, I called 911, sorry I left but, I knew this would take so much time, I had to arrange another babysitter; I live only a few houses away." Bodacious, loud, easily tell she's not a shy woman.
"Ester, your husband is Victor. Was he here with you tonight?" Al asked,
"Yes." Ester seemed out of breath, she likely ran home and back, or she could be anxious; I'm thinking she's my #1 suspect. I peer directly at her, reading her demeanor and body language.
"Why didn't he stay, when you left?"
"Oh, he left around 9, with Judy, they generally leave early, they prefer their sex 1 on 1, likely won't see either of them till Sunday." She belly laughs, her large 40D bosom bounces, she sits beside Marg, they hug.
"Ok, we'll need contact info for them, so Ester can you confirm everyone who attended the party tonight?"
"Yes, I can, I will help however possible. How did Jocelyn die; she is dead isn't she, I couldn't rouse her?" She turns to me, a genuine concerned look. "I figured they were enjoying each other, after everyone left, they were winding down from their erotic bondage and gang fuck encounter; you know, having a blissful cuddle encounter after a wild evening of getting frantically fucked. I surmised they were intending to spend the night together." She was talking to me, but looked at Al. "I just went in to say goodnight after everyone else left. I saw them both still tied up. I went to the bed first and couldn't rouse Jocelyn, so I told Marg I'd call 911 and be right back. I didn't touch anything, I swear; I left, expecting to be back here before the police arrived."
"Here Ester." I pass her a clipboard with paper and pen. "Write down everyone's name and contact info."
"Can I text or email you all that." Ester requested.
"Ok, that'll be fine." I take back the clipboard.
"Marg, start from the beginning, tell me as best you can remember, everything that happened tonight."
Marg wiped her face with a tissue and twisted slightly toward me and began.
"The evening started with everyone sitting around the living room, drinking, sharing weed. Jocelyn did an erotic strip dance routine, swaying, teasing, removed her dress, naked she seductively kissed and fondled several people.
She bent over in front of the sofa 'Spank me,' a couple people smacked her ass; she beckoned Doc; said it was time to 'help her'. He slapped her tit, pinched a nipple, and tugged it saying, 'follow me bitch.' he led her to the bedroom by stretching her nipple. I grabbed Doug's hand; he picked up the duffle bag, and we followed them to the bedroom."
"You said everyone was sitting around, drinking, smoking weed, any other drugs, maybe coke or pills?" I query.
"No, none of us do drugs, it's a stipulation of our club."
I was taking notes, I looked up at her. "Ok, please continue."
"Doc blindfolded Jocelyn installed nipple clamps and began swatting her with a flogger. He was relentless, quickly flogging every inch as he circled her. She was moaning and sighing, seemed she was really enjoying the activity.
We were watching them for some time, while Doug lovingly fondled, kissing, nibbling, as he undressed me, it was extremely arousing watching my best friend getting swatted, while Doug was playing with me.
Doc pushed Jocelyn to the bed; cuffed, bound and gagged her, he used the paddle to redden her butt, then with the flogger began to smite Jocelyn, from neck to bottom off her feet. I was extremely horny by then and asked Doug to hurry up, I wanted what Jocelyn was getting." She took another drink.
"Doug opened the bag, put a blindfold on me, nipple pinchers, forced me to all 4's and began paddling my ass. He was both gentle and fierce, he tied me up with rope, doggy style. He was great, got me squirming and I was on the verge of cumming, moaning. He was striking me, harshly, rapidly; I heard Jocelyn whimpering, moaning loudly when the smacks of her getting struck. I think I heard more than 2 in the room, footsteps shuffling, the bed creaking. I had someone grab my waist and began fucking me, shortly after they went in my ass.
Then my butt got gloriously fucked, by at least 3 men. I don't know who sodomized me and who wiggled his way under me for a DP. I loved both the pain and pleasure, I came several times and lost rational thought. It was awesome, especially Deshawn's big black bat." She began crying.
"I no longer heard Jocelyn, I assumed maybe one of the guys removed the gag and gave her some meat to suck. I even wanted more, I could've gone for another full round, maybe twice more." She smiled at me the turned to Ester.
"I was thinking we need to invite more men to these parties; next time I'd ask for 10 men." She turned back to me. "After several minutes, it got eerily quiet, I was expecting, craving more fucking; I realized no one was in the room. I was scared, I couldn't move, I was concerned everyone went home, left me in this position. I might be here until Gary came home and found me. I couldn't believe Jocelyn would do that." She shook her head looked at each of us and continued.
"Sometime later someone entered the room, Ester told me she'd be right back, I heard her run out. Why did she leave me? A few minutes later a police officer arrived, you know the rest." She was sobbing emotionally.
I looked up. "Ester, you were the only one here that whole time, who were the last ones to leave. Who all went into the bedroom?"
"Lorrie and Nancy were the only 2 girls to go in; all the guys made at least one trip into the bedroom; I think Deshawn and Clayton may have returned. Sorry I was involved in other activities myself."
I heard a scuffle, raised voices, in the entry.
"Detectives, this is Brian." Uniform officer says as a tall, handsome, well built, 20's blonde male, in jeans and casual shirt enters, he's being restrained by the officer.
"I'm Brian, what's going on? Why all the cops? I'm here to pick up Jocelyn, she asked me to text her around 1, she might want me to pick her up here; I can't get a reply?"
"Are you related to Jocelyn?"
"She's, my fianceĢe. What's going on, where is she?"
"Brian, please have a seat." He sits on the other sofa; I move across beside him.
"Brian, I'm Teresa, I'm sorry to inform you, we're here investigating Jocelyn's death, I'm sincerely sorry for your loss."
"No, what, no, how, why?" He starts sobbing.
"Oh my god, NOOO."
I put my hand on his thigh.
"You'll have to leave, this is a crime scene, do you have family to stay with, a place to go. I'll have an officer drive you."
"I need to see her, where is she?"
"No, you won't be able to see her, we'll be in touch with you tomorrow, and share whatever we can then."
I request the officer escort him. Brian exits, openly sobbing.
"Brian has no idea about this sex part of Jocelyn's life, if possible, can you spare him the agony?" Marg pleads.
"We'll try." l replied. "Ester who were the last 2 persons to leave the bedroom?"
"Not sure who the last 2 were, Deshawn, Clayton, and Joe were the last 3 in there, I was rather involved on the floor with Simone, Megan and Gail; so, I'm not confident what order they left."
I reiterate. "They were the last ones in there after anyone else, girls and guys. I need to know who was the last one in the room with her alive."
"Ya definitely those 3, the 2 gals exited much earlier." Ester affirmed.
"Ok, Ester, Marg; you are both free to go now. We'll be in touch if we need more info."
"I understand I can't stay here." Marg asks; "Can I get a ride to my sisters?"
"Yes, I'll have an officer drive you." I nod.
"Can I get some clothes from my closet?" Marg requests.
"No Marg, sorry, that won't be possible, the bedroom needs to remain secured."
She left with an officer, wearing the robe.
Al and I remain on scene, sharing notes, discussing our opinions, as the crew continues dusting for prints and gathering DNA samples and I search for any additional evidence.
It's after 4am Sunday when Al tells me.
"Go home Task, get a little sleep, see you tomorrow."
Detective Al McNabb mentioned the possibility of group sex and BDSM being involved in the case, as multiple semen streams were found on the victim's body.
Upon entering the bedroom, Teresa Jones noticed a petite brunette bound with white rope, comfortably expressing her discomfort and requesting to be untied. The brunette mentioned being a part of a private sex club where she and her partner enjoyed BDSM and group activities.
The forensic team's task included collecting evidence of group sex, including several semen streams from the victim's body, which suggested multiple participants.