Good Wife University (GWU) bi bobbi jo greene-wood
Chapter Thirty-one -- Cops
Before leaving the station, Troopers Alex and Curtis went over the case file,
scanning the documents that had started the investigation once more. "This is
pretty unbelievable," Curtis commented.
"Especially from a rapist," Alex agreed. "Did you hear that the Commonwealth's
Attorney in Arlington's also going to be presenting to the grand jury?"
"DNA evidence is really making a difference. Well, let's get this over with."
The State Police were called in by the Attorney General's office for several
reasons. First, the site was in a remote area and the local sheriff lacked the
manpower to conduct an efficient investigation. Besides, her department had no
local charges or even an interest in the case. Second, many jurisdictions were
becoming involved. And last, the allegations by the accused rapist lacked
credibility, so they wanted to avoid an unwarranted invasion of privacy and
unnecessary publicity.
Rookie Troopers were invariably assigned duty in Northern Virginia, the suburbs
of Washington, DC. The area was high cost and poor quality of life for a State
Trooper. Enforcing speed laws was nearly impossible. I-66 and I-95 were being
called 'America's Autobahns' because of the excessive speeds by so many cars.
Entering the roadway to enforce traffic laws put the Trooper's lives at risk.
As soon as they got enough seniority, most Troopers bid for jobs somewhere else
in the state. Alex had just escaped from the 'mixing bowl' of Northern Virginia.
A more suburban assignment like Skyline Drive and the I-81 corridor, or even the
Culpeper Barracks would have been preferable to the extremely rural assignment
in southwest. At least housing was inexpensive.
Curt had specifically asked for the rural assignment. His first marriage ended
in a messy divorce while he was still in the 'mixing bowl' with its crazy
schedules and hazards. His second marriage was 'OK', in his words. His wife
agreed. They both wanted to escape the drugs and crime of the urban areas. The
less expensive land also helped as Curt approached retirement eligibility. He
was content with his current rank of sergeant. Another promotion would have put
him behind a desk and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. On the road, he was
always meeting new and interesting people and finding novel situations. For him,
it made life something more than tolerable. It was fun.
He and Alex each drove their own cars to the compound. It was late morning by
the time he pulled up to the speaker box and punched the button on the intercom.
Before he could even announce himself, a voice crackled, "Come on in," and the
gates started rolling open so they could continue up the driveway that was in
much better condition than the gravel road.
-*-
"What do we do now?" Lucy asked nervously.
"Nothing," Clarice answered with a sigh. "Oh, remind everyone not to flaunt
oral/genital contact. It's technically sodomy and we shouldn't do anything
illegal in front of sworn officers, but Red says that since this is a residence,
the exclusion of 'behind closed doors' applies."
-*-
Curt and Alex parked their patrol cars in the circle in front of the main
entrance and got out, positioning their signature 'Smokey the Bear' hats by
habit as they walked to the double doors where Clarice met them. "Good morning,
officers."
"Good morning, ma'am. I'm Sergeant Curtis Duffy and this is Trooper Alexis
O'Brian. Do you know why we're here?"
"I have my suspicions," Clarice smiled disarmingly. "Should I tell you about
them or are you going to tell me?"
"We're just conducting a preliminary inquiry because of some as yet
unsubstantiated allegations of, how shall I put this? Of sexual perversion," he
said. "And although you are not under arrest or even a suspect at this time, I
need to remind you that you have the same rights as an accused person to consult
with an attorney and to not answer any questions that might be incriminating."
"I already talked to a lawyer," Clarice told him. "I married one. His advice was
to be open and honest and not to try to hide anything. He said you'd know if we
did try to hide something and that you'd just dig further."
Curt smiled at that. He would have given the same advice. "Is it all right if
Trooper O'Brian has a look around while we talk?"
"Go right ahead," Clarice told them. "And can I offer you some coffee or
something? It's a long way out here and there isn't any place to buy any."
"That's very nice of you," he acknowledged. It would be nice to have a good cup
of coffee rather than lukewarm ink from his thermos. "I'd love a cup of joe.
Alex?"
"Please," she answered.
"I hope you won't be too shocked by what you see," Clarice told them as she
ushered them inside. "I'm sure that there's some truth to whatever allegations
were made against us, but I assure you that what we do is legal and consensual."
"We'll see. Where can we talk?"
"How about the dining hall? It's reasonably quiet right now and that's where the
coffee is."
"I'd like to have a look around first," Alex told Clarice then.
"Do you want me to get somebody to show you around, or do you just want to
wander?"
"I'll just look around, if you don't mind."
"Go right ahead. Sergeant Duffy and I will be in the dining room. The coffee
pot's always on so whenever you're ready..."
"Thanks. I'll drop in soon." She turned up the hallway into the dormitory area
and checked each room as she went. Other than the double size beds where twin
beds would be more typical, they could have been dorm' rooms in any school. The
bathrooms were clean but provided little privacy, she noted, lacking separate
shower stalls or dividers between the row of toilets.
'This just looks like a school,' she thought to herself, noting the fire escape
plans posted at each corner and in each room. The place would easily pass a fire
code inspection, although she also knew that the rural county had not adopted a
fire code. It was eerily quiet, though. The absence of noisy kids gave the place
a spooky feel that made Alex uneasy.
She started down a set of stairs to the basement and heard giggles in the
distance, so she walked in the direction from which she heard the sounds. Before
she turned the corner to the corridor down the middle of the basement, she could
hear footsteps on the marble floor--two sets, hard high heels, one taking short
staccato steps, the other clicking along at a normal walking pace. She turned
the corner and...
"Stop right there!" Alex ordered, instinctively taking up a defensive stance,
her left side toward the pair approaching her, her gun hand back to protect her
weapon and to draw it if needed. "Drop the stick!"
"Oh, dear," Laura gasped, embarrassed. She immediately dropped the thin dowel to
the floor and clasped her hands over her mouth, blushing as she stared at the
uniformed State Trooper. Poor Maria could only blush, feeling completely
humiliated. But her wrists were still bolted at her sides and the soft sponge
gag was still in place. The thick dowel that had been a spreader bar had been
replaced by two swivel snaps to hobble her so she only move six inches between
her cuffed ankles.
"Release her. Do it NOW!" Alex ordered, checking the corridors quickly to be
sure there were no surprises. Adrenaline was pumping through her system,
speeding her heart rate, and drying her throat. But she remained in control,
thanks to her training.
"Oh, dear," Laura repeated. "I... Most of... I'll need tools to... We
tightened..."
Alex relaxed her guard a bit, realizing there was no threat from either of the
women. She was still cautious as she approached them. "Ungag her, at least,"
Alex said, her heart still pumping. It takes some time to burn up adrenaline,
for a body to return to normal. "I need to talk to her. Are you OK?"
Maria nodded affirmatively.
The links of chain around her head hadn't been tightened with tools, so Laura
was able to dismantle the chain head harness. As soon as the sponge was out of
her mouth, Maria told Officer Alex, "Ith wath my... Iaaah..." She licked the
inside of her mouth and swished saliva around, trying to find her voice. "It was
my decision to stay in chains," Maria said clearly this time. "Laura had
nothing...Well, she helped but, well. Geez, they said the police might visit
because Kim got raped, but they could have warned us."
"You can go," Alex told Laura. "But don't go too far and don't talk to anybody."
Turning back to Maria, now conscious of the girl's nudity and the nature of her
bondage, Alex asked, "Don't you want to get out of this... this..."
"No."
"It's your choice. Can you...Oh, never mind. Is there some place we can talk? I
have a few questions to ask you."
"We can go to the dining room or back to my room," Maria suggested.
"Your room will be fine."
"This way, then."
"Let me undo those things between your ankles or we'll never get there," Alex
grumbled, angry at herself. She had known she was gay since high school. Alex
had never been attracted to boys or men. They did nothing for her sexually, but
women! She stifled her sexuality until college, where she met some like-minded
women and experienced lesbian sex for the first time.
Since she was six, Alex had always wanted to be a cop. Right out of college, she
found a job as a jailer, sheriff's deputy. She hated it, but it was a stepping
stone to the county police road patrol and then to the State Police. This was
the job she wanted, a job that she loved. But homosexual activity was still
technically illegal, so once again she became asexual except for frequent
masturbation. There just weren't any opportunities for anonymous liaisons out
here in the country.
But this girl! "What's your name?"
"Maria. Maria Rodriguez."
"How old are you, Maria?"
"Nineteen."
'So young,' thought Alex, trying not to look at the tight buttocks with the...
copper pipe and chain... in... "Maria, are you being forced to do this?"
"What? Wear clothespins on my nipples or get chained up? Well, sort of but not
really, because I agreed to it before I came here. It's, well, it's exciting and
I'm learning to turn on my husband and to satisfy him sexually and to
communicate with him not just about sex but about everything and most marriages
don't last but I'm going to make mine work and last forever until death do I
part because I'll really be in love and we're both going to..."
"Woa!" Alex called out as they got to the dorm' room. Because of the trailer
hitch ball in her pussy and the copper pipe up her butt hole, Maria carefully
knelt on the sofa, nodding to Alex to be seated across from her. "One question
at a time. Now, are you here voluntarily?"
"Yes."
"You weren't coerced or forced in any way?"
"Shouldn't you read me my rights?"
"You're not being accused of anything," Alex told her patiently.
"Now, were you forced or coerced in any way?"
"No, not to come."
"And everything you do is voluntary?"
"Pretty much."
"What do you mean, 'pretty much'? Are your activities here voluntary or not?"
"Well," Maria hedged, hoping she wasn't going to get anyone into any trouble.
"We do have to do some things that we wouldn't do if they didn't make us do
them, but we..."
"So you are forced to do things that you don't want to do?"
"No!" Maria almost yelled, then recanted. "Well, yes. But you've got to let me
explain. See, it's like I'd never have kissed a woman with my tongue if they
didn't make me, but they said that we all had to practice French kissing, and
since there were only women here, that we had to practice on each other and if
we didn't we'd be spanked until we did but, see, we all agreed to accept
corporal punishment like spankings before we..."
"Woa!" Alex had to say again, holding up her hand, thanking providence that it
was that time of month so she already had a thick sanitary pad in place to soak
up the moisture that her body was producing. Spanking, erotic spanking, was
something she had only experienced once, in college. And Alex had the most
fantastic orgasms of her entire life that night. And this girl was talking about
tongue kissing women. Alex could almost feel her arms around the girl and her
tongue... She had to control herself. "Slow down. Why don't you just tell me, in
your own words, how you got here and what goes on. Don't get excited. Stay calm
and tell me, OK?"
"OK," Maria agreed, taking a deep breath and starting with her repressed
sexuality and her fear of men and sex and relationships in general. She told
Alex how her cousin had told her about GWU and recommended that she go if she
really wanted to make a marriage work. She gave details like the mandatory
physical and the notarized contract in which all students agreed to restraints
and corporal punishment. Then she related, in great detail, the events since she
arrived. Alexis thanked God that she was wearing her ballistic armor, afraid
that her erect nipples would have shown through a bra, T-shirt, and uniform
shirt because they were so hard. Her sanitary pad was now soaked, and not with
blood.
"Thank you, Maria," Alex told the girl, inwardly flustered but still able to
maintain outward control. "Can you tell me where everyone else might be?"
"It's nearly dinner time, so they'll all be in the dining room pretty soon,"
Maria told her. "I'll show you where it is."
Clarice and Sergeant Duffy were gone when they made it to the dining hall but
Alex got an eye full of scantily clad sophomores who were readying everything.
She took one of them aside for a gentle questioning. Yes, she was there
voluntarily. Yes, she was forced to do things but she had already consented to
the level of force used, namely stinging, humiliating spankings and physical
restraints. Yes, she would do it again. And so on. The only time the woman
answered 'no' was when Alex asked, "Could you please put something on? Something
a little less revealing?"
Curt and Clarice returned as Alex finished that interview. The dining room was
filled with naked or erotically dressed women. Curt was the only man. "Why are
there no men if this is all about being a good wife?" Alex asked Clarice. In
reply, Clarice recited the history of GWU, relating some of her own experiences.
After a spectacular meal of turkey and all the fixings, a mandatory meal that
was repeated every three weeks so that every GWU graduate had experience
preparing a holiday dinner, Alex chose the older black woman in shackles to
interview next. They went to Bea's room to talk and Bea tearfully confessed that
she had experienced the first orgasm of her entire life the previous afternoon.
"I feel a little queer that I had my first orgasm with a woman, but I know now
that I can have an orgasm, and I'm sure I can have one with a man now, with my
husband. Actually, with any man who will take the time to really love me."
"You see, I've been married three times and I've lived with men and I have five
kids but, well. My life was kind of screwed up. I went to church and I went to
work but I didn't have any real friends but now I... I love all of them,
everybody. Oh, officer, I... For me, this place is the most wonderful thing
that's ever happened to me even with all the terrible things that they've done
because, well. It's so hard to explain."
She tried. And Alexis understood. And felt more aroused than ever. And then she
was embarrassed when Clarice told her where to find paper products. Alex
wondered if she smelled of sex or of her menstrual flow or... But she did need a
fresh pad and she was thankful for Clarice's consideration.
It was mid-afternoon before the State Trooper's finished their interviews at the
school. Under Clarice's watchful eye, they also chose a dozen names from the
school's files of graduates that they would interview later to complete their
investigation.
Curt and Alex met back at the tiny building that served as their local
headquarters. It housed nothing but a remote radio transmitter controlled by the
region's central dispatch center, a small meeting room, and an open office area
with four desks. The radio tower dwarfed the building, which wasn't routinely
manned.
"Well, I can truthfully say that this is the most bizarre case I've worked in my
twenty-six years," Curt said in a carefully controlled voice. "But I can't find
anything outright illegal in anything they're doing."
"Not that can be prosecuted, anyway," Alex agreed. "The women's home is their
castle and all that."
"I don't really expect to find anything in the rest of the interviews, either."
"But we've got to do them, just to be thorough and to show that we're not just
burying our heads in the sand."
"I don't know about you, but... Oh, never mind."
"I know what you mean," Alex grinned. "You can't be around that many naked women
and not be affected."
"So you like looking at naked women, huh?" Curt teased. They never openly
discussed sexuality but both troopers teased each other about homosexuality that
bordered on homophobia. Curt may have suspected that Alex was gay, but he never
said anything and Alex never gave him a reason to.
"It was just the whole scene," Alex tried to explain. "The idea of a school
devoted to sex."
"Ah, but you didn't talk to the director," Curt told her. "According to her,
they surveyed marital problems and concentrated on problems, and number one and
two are communications and sex, and number three is communicating about sex. I
guess we all have some trouble with that."
"They didn't," Alex blurted out. "Those... women. They were just so, so... so
confident... and open. A couple of them blushed but they didn't hide a thing.
Well, they all told me that they weren't going to admit to participating in
'oral sodomy' or any act that was technically illegal but... Ah, geez, I might
as well write this up now. You're right. The rest of the interviews aren't going
to change anything."
"I'm going to do mine by telephone," Curt said, looking at the addresses and
phone numbers. "I didn't see a local address in the cabinet."
"I have one local on my list," Alex told him, looking in her note pad. "But I
may do it by phone, too."
"Might as well," Curt agreed. "Well, I'm going to call it a day. Are you on
tomorrow?"
"Yes. Finish this and do some road work," she answered. "I'm under average in my
traffic stat's and my annual's coming up the end of next month."
"We can always do a road block on one of the two-lanes and pick up a bunch of
expired registrations and inspections. Just let me know."
"One of these days. I'd rather get speeders and reckless."
"Especially that are over 80," Curt nodded, knowing how Alex concentrated her
traffic enforcement on reckless speeding. He had heard through the grapevine
that her parents were killed by a reckless driver in a head-on collision but he
never questioned her about it. "Well, I'm out of here." He picked up his hat and
was out the door.
-*-
"Good job," Curt told his young private as he signed her report.
"I didn't want curiosity seekers or reporters to pick up on anything and hound
them."
"Agreed. I told Mary about it, the school. She was actually interested and kept
asking questions."
"Get any last night?" Alex kidded.
"Sure did," her sergeant smiled back. He thought about shooting a snappy
comeback at her but decided against it. Alex didn't look very happy. "So, what's
on your schedule for today?"
"The last of the interviews to close this as unfounded and then I'm going..."
HEADQUARTERS TO SIXTEEN-TWENTY-TWO--SIXTEEN-TWENTY-TWO RESPOND TO A MOTOR
VEHICLE COLLISION REPORTEDLY WITH MULTIPLE INJURES AT THE INTERSECTION OF STATE
ROUTE SIX- SEVENTY-EIGHT AND U.S. TWO-FIFTY
"Oh, well," Alex sighed, acknowledging the call on her portable radio and
heading toward her cruiser.
