Chapter 3: Such a close call

Life was good for Penelope for five whole years she netted more than a million pounds a year, she was now running one of the most famous and beautiful harems in England with forty beautiful escorts any one good enough to be a catwalk model, except they all suffered from the itch in their cunts called nymphomania...

It was in her twenty-third year of life that things began to take a turn for the worse; it all began at one her now famous soirees. A well known Judge, who liked to be bound tied and spanked by three scantily clad women; was returning the favour to a nineteen year buxom brunette. He had her hanging by her feet from the ceiling her legs spread wide apart. The Judge was using a riding crop on the girl's cunt she was swinging and gurgling in pain. No one saw her being sick and that sick sticking partly in her throat, the judge thought he was doing an excellent job on whipping her but her struggling was her choking action as she tried to get her breath.

Suddenly the girl hung limp and another Girl screamed as the saw traces of blood dripping from the hanging girl's mouth. Suddenly pandemonium broke loose all the rich and famous guests grabbed their clothes and beat a hasty retreat. Penelope and her girls rushed to the girl's aid and released her, carrying her to the large deluxe bed they tended her but could not revive her. Reluctantly Penelope phoned the emergency services on 999. When the operator answered, Penelope suddenly realised the predicament she was in, did she want the police or ambulance service. Quickly she decided that the later would contact the former so she asked for the Ambulance service.

When she explained her friend had passed out having had a little too much to drink and immediately after being sick and she described the traces of blood coming from the corner of the girl's mouth, the operator patched the call into the police as well. Seven minutes later the Ambulance arrived almost immediately followed by the police. The two officers looked around the room of nine scantily clad women and quickly realised this was more than first reported.

Extra police back up were called and everyone was questioned, the problem for Penelope was that they had been so busy tending the poor unfortunate girl that they had not worked on a convincing story to tell the police. So half the girls told the truth about her being inverted and suspended, being whipped and the other half stuck to the drink and sick story; Penelope decide out of respect for the girl to tell the truth and explained a high ranking law official had been whipping her with a crop and not seen her being sick, she surmised she had choked on her own vomit and the blood was acidosis from her lungs.

Immediately Penelope was charged with running a brothel and living of immoral earnings and aiding and abetting in the suicidal death of a person. The later charge was the only way they could catch Penelope for the death of the girl. Figuring the girl entered into the arrangement voluntarily and therefore accepted the risks, so in a way she accepted the possibility of dying in this manner, technical suicide.

The girls and Penelope were taken to a police station and formally charged, the girls with the lesser charge of prostitution and Penelope with the three charges already mentioned. However it was a little embarrassing for the desk Sergeant was already a client, who liked his women to look under age and pretend to be virgins reluctant to lose their cherries.