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Dateline, 20/20 , they were all the same-when he noticed that the woman that he had propped up next to him was leaking some kind of noxious fluid.
    He sniffed the air, turning to examine her closer. The living room window shades were drawn, the only light coming from the television. He poked his finger into her flesh and felt a tingle of excitement as the digit sank into cold, rotting meat. A waft of odor erupted from the woman and he smiled, suddenly feeling warm and flushed with excitement. This one was lasting longer than he thought. It had been three months since he had brought her to the dungeon and she was still pretty much intact.
    Well, except for her head of course.
    She had been fairly easy to obtain. He had found her in a Los Angeles paper called Los Angeles X press , which was in reality a paper that catered to the city's sexual underground. Amid pages of advertisements for phone sex, massage parlors, strip joints, and escort services were hundreds of personal ads from people, mostly women, advertising their wares. A good half of the advertisements had photographs. All fetishes were included: gay, S&M, B&D, cross-dressing, transvestites, as well as the regular in-and-out. He had particular tastes: he didn't care about a particular woman or man's age or race, but there were some basic ingredients that he liked in both sexes: in women, the sluttier they looked, the better. In men he didn't care. As long as they were into hardcore S&M, and bondage he was fine. The tough part was finding somebody who liked to bottom rather than top. His true fetish was sadism. He could care less if his partners got off or not. Why pay five hundred dollars and up to be whipped, tied up, and spanked when it was much more fun to be the abuser?
    He had found this one in the pages of the Los Angeles Xpress as he had the last woman he had done earlier this year. The photo that had caught his attention showed a slim black woman with large breasts and a nice ass staring seductively at the camera, her eyes blocked out by a black bar that made it appear that she was in some sort of witness protection program. The ad stated that she specialized in most everything, but that she especially loved to be fucked in the ass while spanked. Her phone number looked local, so he had called her up and spoken with her.
    It turned out she was local, downtown Los Angeles to be exact, and she had been free on the night he called. He'd agreed to her price, and she had come over shortly before midnight. She'd turned out to be a little older than she looked in the photo, mid-thirties perhaps, but her body was exactly what he was looking for. She had come dressed in a black leather miniskirt, black hose, a white halter-top and a black leather jacket. She also wore black spiked-heeled pumps. Her lipstick was cherry red, her make-up tastefully applied, just as slutty as he liked them. When he opened the door for her she strode in, tight ass sashaying under the black miniskirt, full breasts bouncing underneath the white, low cut halter-top. She was wearing no bra. He liked that even more.
    He had the money ready, five hundred dollars in cash, and he had handed it to her.
    She had taken it wordlessly and put it in her purse. She asked where the bedroom was. He told her that he preferred the living room. She peered at the living room, noting the drawn shades, and agreed. He directed her to the couch and sat down. She removed her jacket and halter-top, her breasts swinging free. Then she had gotten on her knees, unzipped his pants, and went down on him.
    He had leaned back and closed his eyes as she labored noisily, her tongue and mouth bringing shivers of pleasure through him. His mind had conjured up an image of her tied up, spread eagle on his rack in the dungeon while he went at her with a knife and thinking about this had excited him. He looked down at her, smiling. “From our conversation earlier, you said that you wouldn't mind a little S&M?"
    She had looked up at