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                                 Malevolence

                           CyberCzar@HushMail.com

                                July 12, 2001

Preamble

This document contains frank discussions of a sexually-explicit nature, and
is intended for mature audiences only.

The persons depicted in this story are entirely fictional.

Any similarities are completely coincidental.

References to actual places, companies, or organizations are used strictly
for artistic reference to provide realism.

In other words, none of this is true.

This document should not be construed to provide any relation between the
author and such places or organizations.

Copyright

Copyright (c) 2001 by CyberCzar - CyberCzar@HushMail.com. This material may
be distributed only subject to the terms and conditions set forth in the
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The Story

Julie was a well regarded, and respected investigative reporter for the
Times.

She won a Pulitzer some years ago for her reporting on corruption,
blackmail, and other atrocities within the Police department. She was highly
regarded, and respected.

While sipping a cup of Earl Grey one afternoon at her desk at the paper, she
received a strange telephone call.

``Miss Lamb,'' the woman said on the phone. She sounded dazed, confused, and
frightened.

``Yes?''

``I need your help.'' the woman said. She sounded young, probably not more
than twenty-five at the most.

``What's going on?'' Julie replied, her curiosity piqued by the tone of the
woman's plea.

``Not here. Not safe. Meet me at the Denny's off I-95 downtown.''

With a quick click, the woman on the other end of the phone hung it up, and
Julie was left pondering what to do.

She finished her cup of tea, got up, and walked into her editor's office to
tell him where she was going.

``Back in a few hours, Jack,'' she told him as she walked into his office.

``What's going on?''

``Not sure yet. Going to the Denny's off I-95 to meet a source for a
story.''

``Be safe,'' he replied as he buried his head back down into his paperwork.

Julie arrived at the Denny's some time later. Looking around, the only other
patrons in the restaurant were two older gentlemen on the far side of the
dining area.

The waitress sat her down at a booth in the smoking section and she promptly
pulled out a Newport and lit is while she waited for the strange woman who
called her to show up.

Three cups of coffee, and five cigarettes later, no one walked in which fit
Julie's imagined description of what the strange caller looked like, and she
was beginning to get frustrated.

Just before she was ready to leave, a woman walked into the restaurant,
looked around, and approached Julie, sitting at the otherwise unoccupied
booth.

She was rather tall, close to 5 feet, 10 inches, and had long flowing red
hair. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a red leather top.

``Miss Lamb,'' the woman asked as she approached Julie.

``Yes.''

``I need your help,'' she said as she sat down at the table. ``My friends
all keep disappearing.''

The strange woman's name was Amber, Julie learned. She was an escort for one
of the city's largest agencies.

``We keep getting sent to these various Senators' parties but everytime one
of the girls are never heard from again.''

``What kind of parties?'' asked Julie, sipping another cup of coffee.

``I dunno,'' she replied. ``Big one's. Lots of fucking and sucking. There's
not supposed to be much more than that.''

``And how do you know they're disappearing?''

``Becuase one of the girls usually sees the one missing go with somebody
into a room but never come out.''

``But you still don't have any evidence that something bad is happening to
them.''

``I know,'' the girl broke down crying. ``That's what the police keep
saying, too. They don't want to investigate it either! The thing is, this
Friday, there's another party this Friday at 9, and I've been sent to go.
I'm afraid, Miss Lamb!''

``Well, why don't I go with you?'' she said. ``I could investigate, and see
if there's a story here.''

``You would?''

``Yeah, why not. I love a good party.''

Amber leaned forward and gave Julie a hug. ``That would be so great.''

``Here's my address,'' Julie wrote down on a napkin. ``Meet me at my place
at 7 o'clock, and we'll go over there together.''

Friday quickly came and after work, Julie got dressed into a long, black,
evening gown. Two fabric straps criss-crossed her back and front lightly
draping over her breasts, revealing a little too much skin for her comfort,
but as she looked at herself in her mirror, she was quite happy with the
end-result, none the less.

Her intercom buzzed around 7:10, and she let Amber inside the building.

Not wasting any time, they both got into her car and headed to where the
party was.

They were greeted by two valets wearing masks in front of a rather large
mansion who opened the doors for them. One went to park her car while the
other escorted the two women through the front door.

``You didn't tell me this was a costume party,'' Julie whispered to Amber as
they entered and she saw nothing but men dressed in tuxedos and wearing
hoods and masks.

``I forgot.''

Several men stopped talking and stared at the two women who just arrived.

Julie immediately noticed that she was overdressed for the occasion as she
spotted several other women mingling throught the rooms, who were all naked.

``Come with me,'' a woman said, grabbing both of their hands and escorting
them into a room.

``Get undressed. You can hang your gowns up in here.''

``No,'' Julie said as Amber started to remove her clothes.

``What do you mean, `No'?'' the woman questionned.

``I'm not getting undressed.''

``Girlfriend, these men paid handsomly for our services and they want us
naked.''

``I don't care,'' Julie replied, sitting down on the bed. ``I'm still not
getting undressed.''

``Fine,'' the other woman said. ``But don't expect a tip.''

Julie and Amber left the room together, and there gasps heard from several
men as they noticed that Julie was still dressed.

She began walking through the crowd when she heard one man ask, ``Why won't
you show us your beauty, dear?''

Julie stopped and turned around to face the masked man. ``I prefer to leave
some things left to the imagination,'' she said, running her finger down the
man's vested chest.

As she began to walk away she overheard the man telling another, ``I like
this one! She's got spunk.''

As the evening wore on, Julie noticed several women, including Amber, in
arms with one or more men as they walked upstairs and returned after several
minutes.

She overheard men talking about Campaign Finance Reform, the California
energy crisis, and other matters but she was rarely ever to get close enough
to hear any specifics of what the men were talking about.

Amber walked up to Julie to see how she was going when the front door flew
opened and even more men gasped at who entered.

He was probably no taller than she, about 5'8'', and was wearing a mask. He
was flanked on three sides by bodyguards who wore black suits, sunglasses,
but no masks.

``It's dub-ya!'' one man whispered to another. She heard more murmors of
``dub-ya'' echoing throughout the floor as the small statured man walked
throughout the room nodding, and shaking hands.

``Oh fuck,'' Julie let out softly.

``What?'' Amber replied.

``Do you know who that is?'' Julie leaned into Amber.

She didn't get to answer her own question however, when she noticed the
small man staring intently, and whispering to several other men who were
standing beside him.

The small man walked directly towards her as patrons parted his way. As he
approached, her heart started to pound very heavy and she began to sweat
profusely.

``Mr. Pre...'' she started to say as the man placed his finger on her lips
to stop her from speaking.

She knew her cover was blown. Julie had interviewed this man on several
occasions in the past during his race for office. Before she became an
investigative reporter, she was the lead political reporter for the paper.
The upset of the race and ensuing election left a bad taste in her mouth for
politics which is why she requested a reassignment.

The man said nothing to her as he walked away and motioned for several other
men to approach him.

She couldn't make out what the men were saying, but a tall man broke free
from the group and walked up the stairs.

``We have an intruder in the group!'' the man said, speaking from the
second-floor railing.

Gasps were heard coming from everyone as the murmoring continued.

``Miss Lamb,'' the man called out. ``Would you kindly step forward,
please.''

Julie took a few steps forward, but found it difficult since her feet were
so heavy.

``Frankly gentlemen, I'm surprised none of you had recognized her earlier in
the evening,'' the man continued. ``Seeing as she's a reporter for the
Times!''

``What are you going to do to me?'' Julie called out, to no one in
particular.

``Shut up you wench,'' a man said.

``It appears the only way Miss Lamb could have found out about our little
soire was if she was told,'' the man continued from the balcony. ``Miss
Amber, please step forward and join Miss Lamb.''

Amber quietly walked forward, her head bowed, and sobbing.

``Take Amber to the chamber,'' he commanded. ``But take Miss Lamb to the
special room and prepare her.''

Two large men stepped through the crowd and grabbed both Julie and Amber by
their arms and whisked them both away in opposite directions.

``No!'' Amber cried out, kicking and flailing. ``I'm sorry! Please! No!
Please!''

As Julie started to struggle, she felt a stinging sensation in her left arm
as someone gave her a shot.

Within a few seconds, she became very weak and dizzy. She had a hard time
keeping her eyes opened as she wearily walked with the men, and was
inevitably supported by them as they left the party.

She barely remembered being taken through a door which opened off the main
level, down a poorly lit corridor, and then down some very old stone steps.
Underneath the house was a rather large room with a table. Collapsing onto
the floor as she entered the vast room, she fell asleep and unconscious.

A man entered the room and threw a glass of cold water on her to wake her
up.

As she awoke, she found her clothes had been removed, and she was bound to
the table which she barely remembered seeing before she became unconcious.

``Who are you?'' she groggily asked out.

``You've been a naughty girl, Miss Lamb,'' the man said.

There were bright lights shining directly into her face so she couldn't make
out the man's identity that spoke to her.

``What are you going to do to me?'' she asked.

She heard several men laughing elsewhere in the room.

``I'm afraid we're going to have to punish you.''

The lights were moved closer to her head blinding her even more so she
couldn't see what was happening.

She felt someone placing something onto her breasts near her nipples, as
well as someone (the same man?) strapping something onto her wrists and
ankles.

She tried to struggle, but found the restraints around her neck, wrists,
waist, and ankles were too tight.

``Oh God,'' she cried out as part of the table split open spreading her legs
wide opened.

Next, she felt cold, metal objects being inserted into both her anus and
vagina at the same time.

``What are you going to do?'' she cried out again. She almost screamed when
she felt someone clip a cold, metal object onto her clitoris, but the
resulting orgasm from the touch masked her scream into a moan.

Next she was blindfolded, and felt the heat from the lamps subside as the
lights were turned off and moved away.

``Hey!'' she called out, as she heard several footsteps leave the room and
the door close and lock.

She just layed there for a few minutes and didn't say anything. Off in the
distance, she could hear muffled screams of agony coming from somewhere.

``Help!'' she decided to scream out. However, as soon as she spoke, she felt
a slight tingling sensation in her wrists.

``Help!'' she screamed louder, but the tingling turned to pain. ``Ouch!''
she said.

Not wanting to feel the pain again, she just laid there for what seemed like
hours, and drifted off to sleep.

She wasn't sure how long she was out, but she was startled awake by a
tingling sensation in her loins.

It started off very slight and gradually increased almost to the point of
pain but lingering just below the threshold.

``Are you ready to talk?'' she heard a man's voice say.

``Who are you?'' she asked.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp sensation which eminated throughout her body, and
her body shook with pleasure.

``Oh fuck,'' she said as she could feel her clitoris becoming engorged.

``I ask the questions, my dear.''

The sensations started to pulsate in her loins sending wave after wave of
orgasmic pleasure throughout her body. Julie's breathing became heavy and
labored as endorphins started flowing through her blood like an open sieve.

``Unh,'' she cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

``I can make this very simple for you, my dear.'' the man said. ``Give me
the correct answer to my questions, and you'll feel nothing but pleasure.
However give me the wrong answer, and you'll feel nothing but pain!''

As the man said this, the sensations of pleasure she was feeling turned into
sharp pain as it radiated all throughout her body. Her stomach clinched and
tightened as the pain became localized in her crotch. She could feel her
clitoris start to throb as tears began to soak her blindfold.

``Stop,'' she cried out. ``Make it stop. Please.''

As suddenly as the pain began, it then subsided.

``What were you doing here last night?'' the man asked.

``I was invited to a party,'' she replied, still sobbing from the pain.

``Wrong answer!'' the man cried out as the pain shot from her clitors to her
nipples.

``Anh!'' she let out as her back arched upwards.

``I was approached,'' she said. As she began to tell the truth, the pain
began to subside.

``By whom?'' the man asked.

``By Amber.''

Slowly, the pain went away and pleasure started to take fold. Tiny amounts
of electricity began to pulsate through her clit and she began to orgasm
again.

``For what?'' another man asked.

``She was afraid.''

The pulses began to get stronger, and she began to feel low vibrations in
her anus.

``Unh... Mmmm... She was afraid. Her friends were missing.''

Pulses began to alternate around her nipples causing them to become engorged
with blood and come erect. Moisture began to flow profusely from her loins.

``And what were you planning on doing?'' the first man asked.

``Nothing,'' she said.

She heard a dial click as it turned and felt her clitoris would literally
explode as she held her breath, overwhelmed by the pain.

``I .... I swear!'' she said.

``We don't believe you,'' the other man said as her body was engulfed with
pain yet again.

Sobbing, Julie mustered a faint reply, ``I came to see if there was a story
here.''

``And did you find one?'' asked the first.

Julie said nothing and laid quietly on the table.

``Did you find one?'' the man asked again.

And again, Julie said nothing.

The switch was thrown, and a powerful wave of electricity, stronger than
ever, flowed through her entire body.

Her wrists burned, as the current flowed through the straps.

Her feet flexed upwards uncontrollably as the the amperage increased, and
her mouth and jaw clinched shut as the electrons coarsed through her veins.

Then suddenly, it stopped; and Julie's cries and murmurs were stronger than
before.

``No,'' she quietly uttered.

``What?'' the first man said.

``No.''

``I can't hear you.''

``No! Ahhhh... No! Jesus! Fucking Christ! No god-damnit!'' she screamed out.

``Good,'' the first man said.

``Set the timer for an hour,'' the other man said, and quickly thereafter
she heard multiple footsteps leave and the door close behind them.

Julie laid and sobbed for what seemed like an eternity when the pain which
reverberated throughout her body subsided and was filled again with pleasure
as her loins began to twitch again and she began to orgasm.

``Anh,'' she called out in pleasure. ``Unh... Anh... Ooh...'' she cried out
as the pulses got stronger.

Julie fell asleep some hours later, her loins beginning now to ache from the
constant pulses. She awoke to feel a gloved hand on her shoulder followed
immediately by a pricking sensation as someone, unbeknownst to her, had
given her yet another injection.

She remembered staggering, and walking; back up the same stairs that she was
led down many hours earlier.

``Tap... tap... tap...'' the Policeman's baton rapped against her window.

When she finally awoke, she found herself wearing the same dress she wore
Friday night, and sitting in the driver's seat of her car, parked in front
of her apartment.

``Rough night?'' he asked, as she rolled down the window.

``Yeah. What's today?'' she asked him.

``Sunday,'' he replied, kneeling down to peer into the window. ``Lady, it's
a good thing you aren't driving. Do you feel okay to drive home?''

Julie sighed and placed her hands on her face. ``This is my apartment,'' she
said as she got out of her car and started to walk towards the door.

``Lay off the booze next time,'' he called out as she walked into her
apartment.

That Monday her editor, Jack, caught her in the hallway shortly after she
arrived at work.

``How'd it go?'' he asked her.

``How'd what go?''

``The story you were working on last week.''

``Oh,'' she replied with a sigh. ``It was a dud.''

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Malevolence

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