Chloro Club Pt4

By Boomer

While the Frat boys were chloroforming their fantasie women, their were three viscious homicides in the same area of the city. Detective Emery Peters reviewed the three cases of homicide, but could find no connection between the victims. However, the crimes were so similar that she was convinced they were done by the same person. “Hey Marty, do you have all the items from the victim's cars?” She asked her partner.

“There in the property room.” Marty wasn't convinced there was any connection between the murders. “Just because they were all found in the river, doesn't mean they were killed by the same person.” She observed. “One was strangled, one suffocated, and the last one was stabbed.” After hearing her partner's objections, Emery went down to the property room.

Meawhile across town at the Frat House, Mike stared in awe at the older silver haired beauty sitting across the table, listening to Athena's story. “How did you escape?” He got up to go to the refrigerator. “Want a beer?”

“No, I'm fine with this.” She pointed to the can on the table, and then waved her fingers in the air. “It was my reinforced finger nails.” She ran them across the table cloth shredding it where the long nails came into contact with it. “I worked my nails over the ropes bindinding my wrists and was nearly out of time when the ropes finally gave way. All my air was gone, but I finally broke the surface of the water before passing out.It was close, but I somehow made it to the shore.” She watched Mike, thinking to herself. “If I were only twenty years younger.”

“This Ivan fella sounds like a pretty bad dude.” Mike returned with the beer can and a bag of potato chips. “How're you going to catch him?” He looked with admiration at the silver haired beauty wearing a tight white cotton blouse that formed an almost second skin around her large well formed breasts.

“I need to call my office. Where's a phone?” She nearly blushed at the young man's expression.

“There's one in the hall just off the dining room.” Mike pointed to the adjoining room, and watched the shapely figure saunter through the doorway. Athena passed a curly haired red headed young man seated at the dining room table eating a pizza and drinking a beer. Feeling a bit uncomfortable at his steely eyes staring at her, she quickly went into the hallway.

“Dammit it's a payphone.” Athena said out loud, and was startled by the voice that spoke up behind her.

“It takes quarters. Here take these.” Wilber handed the older woman two coins, as his eyes scanned the shapely figure dressed in a white cotton knit top, tight fitting jean shorts, and high heels.

“Thank you.” She was the Regional Director of the NIA, and had experienced many dangerous situations, so why was she nervous about a young college boy that found her attractive? “Ivan's got me on edge.” She concluded and then dropped a quarter in the slot. “AARRGGHHH!!” A sudden shock surged through her body, starting from the neck and winding up in her toes. Flashes of light showered her brain for seconds and then she felt darkness cosume her consciousness.

Wilbur lifted the limp beauty in his arms and opened the door to the basement. “I'll chloroform you later.” He carried her downstairs to the rear door, and then outside. His old rambler was parked on the grass, so the helpless Director was laid on the rear seat. “You were going to call the cops, and I couldn't let you do that.” He drove away into the night.

After a few minutes, Mike wondered what was taking the silver haired beauty so long, and went to check. “She's not here.” He saw the phone dangling by the cord, and when he picked it up the dial tone was still active. “She hasn't been gone long.” The basement door was ajar, so he went down the wooden steps. “Why would she come down here?” He heard a car start outside, and ran to the rear door, up the concrete steps, to watch a red and white Rambler drive away. “Whose car is that?” He wondered.

Emery came back from the property room. “Marty, let's go to the Hospital.” She held up the three parking receipts. “I found the link.”

Athena became aware of her sore neck, and groaned. “Uhhnnnn..wha.. hap” Her arms were raised above her head and the wrists attached to the wall behind her. She sat on a dirty concrete floor with her ankles tied together. After fluttering her eyelids a couple times the Director discovered that she was in some kind of storage area. “Ivan did you do this?”

“Who is Ivan?” Wilbur stared down at his beautiful captive.

Athena looked up to see the red haired young man from the Frat House. “Why...?”

Those other jerks from the house were chloroforming women for fun, and when they finally got caught, we'd all go to jail. I couldn't let that happen.” He smiled down at her. “Shall we play a little game?” He produced a small bottle and soaked a colorful cloth with its contents. “I put you to sleep and remove a piece of clothing and when you're completely naked I put you to sleep permanently. “ Athena ducked her head, placing her chin hard against her chest, in a vain attempt to avoid the cloth. “That will do you no good.” Wilbur knelt on both knees beside the helpless captive, grabbed a handful of the silver curls, and lifted the pretty face to a point where he could apply the cloth.

“NOOMMMMPPHHHH!!” Athenas scream was muffled by the wet rag over her mouth, and she smelled the foul sickly sweet odor stinging her nostrils. At first she held her breath, but realized the futility of it. “Can't resist....have to breathe..ohhhh..what's he going to do?” Within seconds the Director's mind became dulled, her vision blurred, and she felt her body giving in to the vile fumes.

Emery and Marty, the two female detectives, interviewed the Frat boys at the hospital parking lot, and after entering the hospital they discovered the three women victims had visited vastly different parts of the facility. “The only common thread is the parking lot, so let's go to the Frat House to interview all the guys, who worked the valet service.” Emery suggested, and they drove away from the hospital.

Ivan had discovered Mikes Fraternity card lying on the ground next to the car, and decided that his prey might have gone there. “Let's go back to college.” The trio piled into their car and drove from the cabin towards the campus. When they arrived, Ivan told Zelda to remain in the car, while he and Hedalgo went inside. The two men split up with Ivan going to the front door, while Hedalgo took the rear of the building.

Bernie answered the door bell. “Hello can I help you?” He looked at the tall man wearing a Panama hat.

“Yes, I think so.” Ivan replied, and showed the young man the Fraternity card. “I'd like to talk to Mike if he's here now.”

Bernie looked at the card. “Mike's upstairs. I'll get him and you can wait in the parlor.” The young student ushered Ivan into the house, where upon the man attacked the young man, rendering him unconscious. He then started up the stairway to find Mike and Athena.

A few minutes later, the detectives drove up in front of the large Frat House, and Emery headed for the front porch. “Impressive.” Marty commented. “I'll be along in a moment.” She then busied herself punching the computer keyboard.

Zelda spotted the two women, and was surprised to see a gun strapped to the shapely raven haired one that exited the car. “Uh oh..Cops.” This was not good, so she removed a small canister from the glove compartment. “I bet that silver haired B***h called them.” She walked across the street and approached the plain black sedan from the rear.

After the inboard computer printed out the information, Marty opened the door, and started to exit, but was confronted by a pungent mist sprayed into her face. “AAARRRHHH!!” The cute little blond detective fell back onto the seat. Unable to resist, Marty felt someone lift her feet to push them into the car, and then heard the door slam shut. “Can't..breathe.” The strickened detective gasped as she rubbed her eyes. “Soooo..weeeek..falling..asleeeee..uhhhhh..” The blond's deep blue eyes rolled back, and her body went limp.

While her partner was fighting to stay awake, Emery peered through the glass in the door to see Bernie lying on the floor, so she burst into the house uninvited. With her gun drawn, the detective checked to make sure the young man was alive, and then looked into the parlor. She heard some noise from upstairs, and headed for the stairway, when Hedalgo appeared in the hall with a gun in his hand. “HALT, POLICE! DROP THAT WEAPON!” She demanded.

Zelda entered through the half open door, and saw the Police woman pointing her gun at Hedalgo, who dropped his weapon on the floor. She then removed a black jack from her purse, approached Emery from behind, swinging it viciously at the Police woman's skull.

“UNNNGGHH!!” Emery grunted as the pain surged through her brain, paralyzing her for a moment, until suddenly the gun fired, hitting Hedalgo in the shoulder. She then collapsed to her knees, groaning, and released her weapon, so that it fell to the floor. Grabbing onto the stair railing, Emery made a valiant effort to regain her footing, but another wicked blow ended the attempt, sending the beautiful detective sprawling onto the floor.

“Where's Ivan?” Zelda asked the wounded Hedalgo.

“I'm right here.” Ivan appeared at the top of the stairs. “She's not in the house.” He declared. “Someone else took her.” He stated, and then led the other two out the door, and into the car.

Meanwhile, Athena was recovering from the chloroforming. “Ohhhh..my head.” She was still affixed to the wall and sitting on the damp cold floor.

“Welcome back.” Wilbur stood before the helpless woman, holding her high heels in the air. “These were the first.” He said, laying them down, and waiting for the captive's eyes to focus. “You'll have to guess what's next.”

Athena struggled to see the young man's face. “Why are you doing this? Just for fun?” She spotted something in his hand. “What're you doing now?” She asked in a pleading tone, and then saw him aim the object. “YEEEOOOWWW!!” An electric shock set all her nerves on fire, and her hazel eyes bulged with the pain. Every muscle tensed to stiffness, as her shapely figure trembled. Within a minute the curly head bowed, so that her chin rested on the large cleavage. She was once again dead to the world, unconscious.

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