Betty's Teddy - Part Three

Randall was in his office when the phone call from Captain Steele interrupted his paperwork. “Get your kit, Jeff. They found a dead female at the Embarcadero BART station.” Before he rung off, the captain let the SFPD crime lab supervisor know, “She’s pretty ripe. Probably been dead a few days.”

When Randall and his senior agent, Angela Starkey, arrived at the station, they noticed the end of the platform already taped off with the familiar yellow crime tape. They ducked under the tape and saw Captain Steele standing by an open door. “Sorry, Bob,” called out Angela. “Ran into heavy traffic coming down Market.”

The stocky captain waited until they reached him before saying. “No problem. She’s not going anywhere.” He led the way inside the large storeroom and pointed to the large stack of wooden pallets. “Over there.”

Randall began breathing through his mouth to avoid inhaling the strong smell. “Definitely more than a day. Any identification yet?”

Captain Steele shook his head. “We did find a pile of clothes by the door, but no wallet. Oh yeah, there was a torn teddy on the floor. There’s also something in her mouth, but we left it there for you to bag and tag.” He grinned. “You’ll never guess what it is.”

Kneeling down next to the naked body, Angela opened the woman’s mouth. She inserted tweezers to remove a small green item and held it up for Randall to see.

“An emerald?” Randall reached out his latex gloved hand. After taking the gem from Angela, he held it up to the light coming from the overhead. “What’s a precious stone doing in her mouth?” Seeing Captain Steele shrugging at this rhetorical question, Randall placed the emerald in an evidence envelope and handed it back to Angela.

He left her to finish examining the body and headed toward the discarded clothing. A uniformed police officer was standing next to it, and Randall recognized Officer Klein. The young man had recently transferred in from a small town in upstate New York. He still was finding some San Francisco crimes emotionally difficult to handle at times. Randall noticed Klein seemed pale and kept his eyes averted from the stack of pallets.

“Are you okay, son?” asked Randall, squatting down to get a closer look at the clothing on the floor. “Why don’t you go out onto the platform and get some fresher air?”

Officer Klein gave the forensic agent a grateful look and quickly headed out of the storage room. Captain Steele watched the young officer leave and wondered if the department had made a mistake hiring such a young, inexperienced officer.

Half an hour later, Randall left Angela to collect any residual evidence and take photos of the crime scene. He dropped off the emerald and the bullet found lodged in one of the wooden pallets to the appropriate labs. After doing that, Randall made his way further into the crime lab with the various evidence bags and began processing the discarded clothing.

Finding nothing immediately helpful, he felt relief to get the call from Dr. Burke, the senior medical examiner. When he arrived at the SFPD morgue, Randall automatically took a set of latex gloves from the box next to the door and put them on. Dr. Burke motioned for him to come closer.

“You’re not going to believe this, Jeff.” Rolling the body onto her back, Dr. Burke pointed to a bullet hole near her right shoulder. “This is the bullet’s exit wound, but at first I couldn’t find an entrance wound”

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What began for Betty as a silly exhibitionist game with her father-in-law now had the horrified woman fighting to escape from the two criminals. Todd and Danny repeatedly enjoyed her in increasingly painful ways, their brutality exacerbated by her screams.

Danny usually sat back to watch and learn whenever it was Todd’s turn to assault Betty. His growing admiration for the hardened criminal was mixed with fear of what might happen once Todd no longer needed him. The two men had met in prison, and the jewelry store heist that day was Todd’s idea.

If Danny had known Todd was carrying a loaded gun, he might not have gone along with the robbery. His own revolver was empty and only pointed at the store owner to scare him. Hearing Todd laughing as he shot the clerk caused Danny’s gun hand to waver. Seeing this, the owner started heading out from behind the counter. He literally stopped dead in his tracks as Todd’s second bullet entered his skull.

“Move your ass, kid.” Todd yelled at Danny who just stood there, stunned at the sudden unexpected violence. “Get the loose stones they keep in the back office, and I’ll clean out the counters here. Hurry, even though I used a silencer, someone might have called the cops already.”

Fifteen minutes later, both men were nonchalantly strolling down Market toward the BART station. Their pockets sagged from the weight of loose precious gems along with expensive rings and necklaces. In the distance, the sound of sirens coming closer made them smile while they walked down the subway stairs.

Coming out onto the platform, Todd realized this could be their lucky day. On a bench further down the platform, a nearly naked, beautiful woman lay stretched out with an old geezer pumping away on top of her. Todd caught her looking at him and nudged Danny to stand back against the wall. “Look at her, hot and ready for the taking.”

When the men from the subway train stopped to watch, Todd and Danny ignored them. Their interest was only on the woman. Soon, the old man enjoying her body finished and made his way up the stairs to the street, regretfully followed by the other men. This left only Todd and Danny on the platform with the woman. Her lace teddy, pulled down off her shoulders, revealed plump breasts.

The men noticed the small piece of lace near her groin appeared wet. They shared a glance, both knowing they could make her even wetter. The woman, who later introduced herself as Betty, felt comfortable when they joined her. After all, they were police officers, duty bound to serve and protect. Even when they escorted her into the empty storage room, their true identities didn’t become apparent at first.

It was only when Todd began viciously to sodomize Betty that he dropped the impersonation, as well as his trousers, and let his true nature take over.

TO BE CONTINUED SOON