Although my wife never knew it, she pushed my daughter and I together. Here is how! My wife (Elizabeth) and I (George) had been married for 16 years, and had a 15 year old daughter (Julie). Unknown to me or my daughter, my wife had a gambling problem. She was placing bets with off track bookies. Not a problem you say? It is when she was losing lots of money. To cover it she had been cashing in life insurance policies, that I had paid up in full, on her. When that money ran out, she convinced the bookies, that she would be able to pay at a later date, but she kept loosing. Finally the bookie had a big tough man come to the house when I was at work and my daughter was in school. He gave her the choice of paying the money, which she did not have, or to start making porn movies for the bookie. He gave her a week to decide which. She did not say anything to me or my daughter. We were completely in the dark. When the week was up, she asked the man, how the porn would be used, and just what she would have to do, and for how long? She was told that for what she owed, she would have to make 30 movies, and that she would have to do anything sexually that the director told her to do. Once the 30 movies had been made, she would be fee of debt, but the bookie would no longer take her bets. She asked if she could still make bets while she was making the movies, and was told yes, but the more you owe, the more movies you will have to make. Can it be done without my family being aware of it? She asked. To do so, she said, it would have to be done Monday through Friday, and between the hours of 10AM and 3PM. This would give her time to get the family off to school and work, and be home before they were. Then she asked, can I get a free copy of each movie? I would like to see what the public sees, and I do not want my face to be seen so that I can be recognized. You are not in any position to demand things, but I will check and see. Tomorrow I will call and if I say "is Jack home" the answer is yes, and if I say "Jack has arrived" it means no. This way if I get your answering machine, no one will know but what it was a wrong number. She agreed. The next day she got the call. "Is Jack home? If he is, tell him to be at the Sunshine Motel at 10AM on Monday room 214." For some reason, she put all of this in a letter, sealed the envelope, put my name on it and placed it in our safety deposit box at the bank. I always had her go to the bank, so I never went into the box. On Monday, she at 10am she appeared at the room in question. Once inside, she was told to do a striptease while it was filmed. She did, and they were impressed with her looks, she was a 36D 28 34. They had her kiss several guys, still filming, and then she had to give them all blow jobs. She asked about the script, and was told that this was just an audition, to see if she would look ok on film. Then she was laid on the bed and a very large black man came in. His cock was 14 inches long and 4inches in diameter. He told her that they had to see how she looked with a cock in her pussy, and he had been selected to work with her. She said that he was too big for her, he said not to worry, that he had been inside every pussy that he had tried, but first let's see if you can give me a blow job. She was able to get the head started into her mouth, but it would not go past her teeth, he then said to jack him off with his cock where it was. She did and when he came, he filled her mouth and she had cum from her mouth down to her pussy. He let her clean herself up and then he said time for the pussy assault. He put his dick head at her pussy, and it was ever worse than she had thought, but he told her not a problem. Just lay back and relax. Suddenly he put all of his weight on top of her and her pussy expanded beyond its limit, and she started bleeding, but his cock continued into her tunnel and hit her cervix. He lunged again and it opened her cervix and entered her womb. She felt it also hit the womb wall and he still had 2 inches to go. He kept pushing until he somehow got the whole 14 inches inside of her. She was crying in pain from the tearing of her opening. He kept pumping into and out of her until he came. When he did cum, he was blowing cum hard against the wall of her womb. All of this was on the tape, including her bleeding. He said, "Well we can just pass that off as you being a virgin, and it was your cherry bleeding." "Be back tomorrow at the same time for some more filming. Oh! If you are on birth control, stop taking it." "But I could get pregnant," she said. He told her that that would be her problem, and that they would be doing blood tests now and then to make sure that she was not taking the pills. If she was, her debt would be due in full immediately. She went home, and took a long hot bath. Then she put antiseptic on her torn pussy lips. When her husband got home, she told him she was having female problems, and could not have sex for a few weeks. This kept me from wanting to fuck her for a while. On Tuesday, when she arrived, she was handed a DVD. She asked what it was, and was told that it was a very short teaser, that would introduce her, and start her career. On the disk she was billed as Connie, Bower, housewife. Her face was obscured, but only on her copy, of course she did not know that. The DVD had been put together in segments, with a voice over telling what was going on, and that they would see more of Connie Bower in the future. When she told them of the problem of her opening being split open, they said that they had figured she might be from the blood yesterday, and determined that they should get someone with a little smaller cock for her, and they would give her a week to heal, before doing anymore of the fucking scenes. Today they would be taking still pictures of her in various outfits, for publicity. Again she asked that her face be blurred, they said it would be. She spent the whole day being photographed in and out of various costumes and parts of costumes, most designed to show off her tits, ass and pussy. There were even some with dildos in her ass. On Wednesday, they gave her copies of the stills, with her face blurred again, and again only on her copies. This time they were taking video's of her being disrobed and her tits being sucked and played with, again in various settings and costumes, saying that they would be used in various movies. This continued the rest of the week. At home she acted normal, but was very uptight, afraid that she might say something to compromise her marriage. She had never been very close to her daughter, so that was not a problem, but she was afraid her husband would discover what she was doing. This continued until school was out, and they convinced her that her daughter should be sent to a summer camp that lasted for a month. Then they started filming her at home. She was afraid that someone would recognize her home, but they convinced her that their friends would not be watching porn, so she would not have that problem, but they really did not care if it happened or not. Each time a film was complete, she would get a copy, with her face obscured, it never occurred to her that they could not market a film with the leading lady not having a face. But each DVD was taken to the safety deposit box at the bank, and added to the envelope with her husband's name on it, and each time she added something the envelope, she would add commentary of what had been happening to her. Several times they changed leading men, but most of them were black. It was more to humiliate her than anything else. She got to the point where she sometimes told the "director" that she thought that the shots were not good, and suggested better ways of shooting the scene. They usually changed, as the more of her that the film showed the better, people would want to see her being fucked and her sucking the guy. Seeing the guy playing with her tit, while fucking her was also included. In the 69 position, they would go back and forth, from showing her pussy being eaten, and her sucking cock. It was coming up on summer again, and she one day asked how they were going to handle this year, as her daughter hated the camp last year and refused to go again. She was told not to worry, as things were going, she would be done before school was out. She now had 28 films on DVD in the safety deposit box. Last summer, while they were filming at the house, they had searched (without her knowing it) the house looking for the DVD's and could not find any of them, so they figured that she had destroyed them after looking at them. On Friday, they said that this would be the last week, and that she was free after they shot today's scenes. The first scene was of her again undressing, smiling and talking to herself about how happy her lover made her. The next scene was with her masturbating, with her fingers of one hand in her pussy, and the other playing with her tits. She was told that at the end of the scene, her lover would come in, they would fuck, and it would end the movie and her commitment. The film was rolling, and the door opened, the guy that came in, was the big black man that had ripped her open on her first day of a fucking scene. He came in nude, and proceeded to get on top of her, she tried to move, but his weight kept her pinned down to the bed. She started to scream, but he put one hand over her mouth. Once he had his cock in position, he did as the last time, he forced it into her ripping her open again. This time, once he had put it all the way in, she was squirming, and trying to get him off of her. She was in a lot of pain. He kept his hand over her mouth and said, no one welched on a bet with me and gets away with it. "Today, you are done, after I have my fun." He kept a hand over her mouth so she could not scream, and brutally forced his cock into her again and again. When he felt that he was ready to cum, he took both hands and put them around her neck, and started squeezing. Shortly she was dead, and he came in her. When he pulled out of her, he said, boys, clean up everything but her. "Leave her here for housekeeping to find. But make sure not to leave anything else behind, not even her clothing. This snuff film will make us a lot of money." He got up and left, dressing as he went out the nearest exit. The men then wiped down the room to make sure that no fingerprints were left behind. All of this except the last day, was recorded on paper and placed in the safety deposit box, in the envelope with her husband's name on it. On Saturday, George called the police and reported Elizabeth missing. He told the police that she had not been seen by anyone since he, and his daughter had left for work, and school, on Friday morning. Since it had been over 24 hours, a description of her was taken and a bulletin was sent out about her. On Sunday morning George and Julie went out for breakfast. When they returned, a police car was sitting in front of the house, in a car. When they got out of the car, they came to the house and asked if it was George. I said, "Yes, have you found my wife?" The cop then asked if they could go inside to talk, which they did. The cops asked Julie if she would step outside, as they thought she should not hear what they had to say. Julie said, "If it concerns my mother, I want to hear it." I then said, "Yes if is then she should hear what you have to say, then I won't have to repeat it to her." They said ok, when someone disappears, usually, but not always, someone in the family knows more than they are telling. "We hope that is not the case here, but there are questions that we must ask." I asked, "Why didn't you ask them yesterday?" The answer was, "Yesterday we had just received the report. While we put out a bulletin, we also had to start a file, and do the paperwork, to get to this point. "First, what was the relationship between you and your wife?" I said, "We had a good relationship." "How was your sex life, any problems there?" "No," I answered. "Any domestic problems?" "No," was the answer. "Any financial problems?" "No and where are you going with this line of questioning?" "I am sorry," the cop said, "but these are questions we must ask, for the reasons stated earlier." They then turned to Julie and asked, "How did you and your mother get along?" Julie looked at her dad and he said to tell them the truth. She then said, "Mom and I didn't get along to well. She treated me more like a slave than a daughter." "Then you harbored some resentment against her?" "Yes," she stated. "But why are you asking me these questions?" "As we said earlier, usually someone in the family knows more that he/she is telling. What you have just stated, leads us to believe that you know more than you are saying." I spoke up, "Are you accusing her of something?" "No," he said, "but her answer, makes her the prime suspect in the murder of your wife." "What are you talking about? She is missing, now you're saying that she was murdered. And accusing my daughter of doing it." "Last point first, we're not accusing her, but we will be looking into her whereabouts on Friday." "I was in school all day, and I can prove it," Julie said. "I am sure that you can," the cop said, "but we have to check, it is part of our job, to rule you out as a suspect. Also George, can you prove your whereabouts, on Friday?" "I was at work all day, and the foreman can vouch for me in addition to the time clock. Now will you tell us what happened to my wife?" "Yesterday about noon the housekeeping staff at the Sunshine Motel found her body, in a room there. They called the police, and the investigators went out. This was before we got your call, and she was in the morgue before her description was sent out. Since she was just missing, we did not think to check the morgue, until the detectives, put the report through. They had to wait until the Crime Scene Investigators had finished their work. They then released her name found in her purse. That's when we knew it was you wife. "Have you any idea why she would be at that motel, since she lives so close to it?" "I have no idea," both George and Julie said. "Is it possible that she had a lover, and she met him there?" "Not as far as I know. She was always home by the time Julie got home from school, and she never went out of the house at night unless we were together." "How was she killed?" I asked. "She was strangled," the cop said. I then said, "That leaves Julie out, she is not strong enough to strangle anyone." The cop then said, "Yes, but she could have hired someone to do it." "What would I pay that person with? I have no money, except what little mom would let dad give me." "Are you a virgin?" "Yes, and that is none of your business!" "Yes, it is, you could have used sex to get someone to do it for you, and I am NOT accusing you of doing it, I am trying to rule out all the possibilities. Would you voluntarily submit to a doctors exam to prove that you are a virgin? And let me remind you that we could get a court order to force you to." I spoke up, "No you can't, that would be a violation of her fifth amendment rights against self incrimination." Julie looked at her father, "It's ok dad, I'll have whatever doctor they want to examine me. I'm a virgin and that should settle the problem." The cop said, "That is the answer I wanted to hear, unless someone higher up than me says differently, it will not be necessary. I believe you, but I have to ask these types of questions. Unless you have any further questions of us, we will be going." I spoke up and said, "When can we see my wife's body and be able to get things ready for burial?" "Glad you brought that up, I forgot. I can take you to the morgue, now for positive identification, then I can bring you back." "It would be easier if I drove," said I. "Going, probably," the cop said, "but coming back, is another matter." As they were walking to the police car, several neighbors tried to talk to me, the cops, said, "Please hold you questions, they will be back shortly, then it'll be up to them if they feel like talking." At the morgue, they were shown the body, and confirmed that it was Elizabeth. Julie, put her head on my chest and started crying. She looked at me and said, "I didn't like her, but she was my mom, and I didn't want to see her dead." I stroked Elizabeth's hair, and asked the cop, "Do you think will we ever know just what happened?" "We just do not know," he said, "we will try to find her killer, but we do know that she was raped, and then killed, but please don't tell anyone that. If that gets out we know that the killer or killers, may just melt away, and never be found." When we got back to the house, we asked the neighbors to select one person to come in and talk. That person then can tell everyone what is going on. I asked the cop if he would see that only one person came in and then we would lock the door. He agreed. A few minutes later, the door opened and Dan from next door came in. I thanked the cop and then locked the door. Dan went in and said, "I know that something tragic has happened. You're friends to everyone in the neighborhood, and we would like to help if we can." I said, "Thank all of them for us. Elizabeth was murdered sometime Friday, or Saturday. She was always home when Julie came home from school, until Friday. On Saturday morning, we filed a missing persons report on her. She was found in a motel room, nude, and no clothing. Whoever done it must have taken her clothing with them. At this point, that is all we know, other than for now I and/or Julie are the prime suspects." Dan said, "How can they even think such a thing?" I then told him that in missing persons cases, and murder cases, most times someone in the family is involved. The cops we talked to believe we are innocent, but they do not have the last word. "However I can assure you the neither Julie or I am involved. I am sure that on the news tonight there will probably be something. Maybe they will release information that we do not know, but I doubt it." Dan said, "I will go now and tell the others, just remember, we are your friends, and we will help all we can." I said, "Thank you Dan, we appreciate it." As they were walking toward the front door, a news van pulled up out front. I said, "Dan, why don't you go out the back door, that way they won't know that you have talked to us, and we do not want to talk to them." Julie went around and closed all the draperies, and pulled down the window shades. I took the phone off the hook, knowing that sooner or later, someone would try to call them. Before I did that though, I called Elizabeth's mom, and told her the bad news, and asked her to call both families and let them know before they heard it on the news, she said she would. Every now and then Julie and I, would hear shouting outside, but did not look out for fear that the news people would see that they were home and descend upon them. When the news came on, we saw a lot of people in front of our house, but there was a yellow rope around the house about 30 feet from the house. The reporter was saying that the neighbors had put up the rope and a big sign, which they showed. It said only police beyond this point. The reporter said that she had tried to go under the rope, and was told that the people inside the rope were armed and would take out anyone who went under the rope. We called the police and they told us that they were protecting their neighbor and had that right. The only thing we have determined, is that the dead woman's husband, and daughter are inside the house. I called the school, and left a message that Julie would not be in school for at least a week, due to the death of her mother. I then called the police station and asked what she would need tomorrow, as she was scheduled for her driver's test at noon. He was told that she needed her birth certificate, and a car to drive. He thanked them and hung up, then took the phone off the hook again. About 10pm we both went to bed. Around midnight, I was awakened by Julie. She asked if she could sleep with me, as she was having nightmares about her mom. She was in just her panties and bra, and climbed into bed with me. I held her until she went back to sleep, and then I went to sleep again. In the morning we got up and went to our separate bathrooms to shower and get ready for the day. By the time it was 9am, we were ready, so I put the phone back on the hook, and immediately picked it up again, then dialed the police station. I asked for the cop that had been there yesterday, and they put him on hold for about 5 minutes, before he came on the line. I told the cop that I needed to go to the bank and get Julie's birth certificate out of the safety deposit box, for her driver's test at noon, but we were afraid to open the door due to all the news people outside. The cop said, "I and my partner will be there in 5 minutes." I then hung up, and immediately picked up the receiver, and laid it down on the table again. Six minutes later there was a knock on the door. I asked who it was, and the cop told me his name. Julie and I then opened the door, went outside, then made sure that the door was locked again. When we reached the rope barrier, the cop told the people to open a corridor for them. The neighbors started pushing people out of the way and stood shoulder to shoulder out to the police car. There were 3 other police cars, and they were parked so that the news van could not move. Once inside the police car, we were told that the news van would not be released until we were far enough away that they could not see where we were going. One of the cops went inside with me and Julie. I explained to the vault officer, that my wife had been murdered, and that I wanted to put Julie on the list to get into the safety deposit box. The officer said, "This is irregular, we need a certificate of death to do that." The cop said, "It has not been issued yet, but this is the people, and I am here to see that they are able to get what they need." The vault officer, got out new signature cards, and made them out. Then he said only one person at a time, then I told him, I have to take her with me so that she know what to do and what is in the box. The cop said, "Let them in." When the box was taken from its place and put on the table, the vault officer left. I opened the box, and saw the envelope with my name on it and the wording in case of my death. I told Julie to go get the police officer. When they came back in I showed the officer the letter in the box, I also said I had not touched it yet. "I think that you might want to see it, it is as if she expected to die." The cop took the envelope out with just touching a small portion of the flap, and put it into a larger envelope. Then we saw all the DVD's. I told the cop, I that I'd never seen them before, and I could think of no reason for DVD's to be in a safety deposit box. They got a small box to put the DVD's in, and carefully placed them in the box. Then they found the birth certificate, and took it. When the box was back in its place and locked again, they went out, and the cop told the vault officer, that he wanted to see the last 3 years of entries for that box. It took a few minutes, and there were no signatures on it except for Elizabeth's. He then had copies of those records made, and added them to the pile. At the police station, the first stop was at the license bureau. There he took one of the younger cops who were doing the testing, aside, and told him that he was to personally test this young lady, then when it was over he was to hand walk her application through the system, and no mention of her name is to be above a whisper. No one is to know who she is, except you and you will tell everyone that I will put anyone who disobeys that order on permanent foot patrol, is that clear? Yes sir he answered. He looked at Julie, and said go with him, do not tell anyone your name, until you get back to my office. The cop also said to the rookie, "This is the key to my car, use it for her test." He then looked at me and said lets go. In his office, he closed the door and said sit. We will look at the letter first, then at the disc's. But first lets go to the lab and see if they can get finger prints from any of this. It may be that there is only your wife's prints, but there may be more. On the letter and envelope, they only found prints of Elizabeth. On the DVD cases, they found several prints that were not Elizabeth's. The lab was told to see if they could find any match's to those prints. Back in his office, the letter was opened and read. It told of her gambling, and how she had come to owe the bookie over $60,000. In it, she explained how she was going to pay it off, but she said that she also did not trust the people who worked for the bookie, and that she had never met the bookie himself. She also said, in the letter that the DVD's were her copies of the films that she had made. Her last entry was the week before she died, and stated that one more week and she would be clear. I asked if they could make a copy of the letter, and when asked why, I stated that I wanted Julie to read it, to show her what can happen if you get some type of addiction, whether it be gambling, drugs, or anything else. I also said I would like to see all of these DVD's as well, for the same reason. I know that you need them for evidence, but if copies could be made, it will be a great object lesson for my daughter. The cop said, "I see your point. There is no problem with the letter, I can have a copy in a few minutes, the disc's will take a little while, but I will bring them to your home when I have them all copied. I just advise you to not let too many people see them, outside of you family. "She was apparently a very well liked lady, and there is no reason to hurt her image." "That's true," I said, "but if those play at a porno house in this town, everyone is going to know anyway." "Dammed if you do and dammed if you don't," said the cop. But if it comes to trial, it'll all come out in the open anyway." A few minutes later, Julie came in with a big smile on her face. Without even asking, both me and the cop said congratulations. She asked how I knew. I said, "With that smile on your face it was just like you said, 'I did it." While they were talking, I had a thought. I asked the cop if he knew where Elizabeth's car was? He said it was either either in the impound lot, or still at the motel, and asked why? I said that if it could be released, it would give Julie a car to drive when things quieted down. I was told that it would be checked out, and if possible, the car would be delivered to the house before nightfall. Julie, then started jumping up and down, with excitement, saying 'Oh thank you daddy.' After she had done that for a few moments, she suddenly got quiet, and said, "I am sorry daddy, I meant no disrespect to mom." "I know kitten," I said. By Wednesday, the news van was gone, and by Thursday, the cops gave the ok for me and Julie, to be able to move around. On Friday, Julie took her first solo, in her (moms) car. Things were getting back to normal. Except that Julie was still sleeping in my bed. She still however was wearing panties and a bra to bed, and I was still wearing boxer's. I called the cop, and told him that there were three strange cars cruising up and down our road. I have seen the same 3 cars several times, I think that someone is casing our area. Julie and I are going to stay with Elizabeth's mother tonight, and I have alerted my neighbors that we will be gone, and about the strange cars. If you get a call, you might want to come without sirens on, so they are not alerted. Bob, the next door neighbor, said that he would be watching and listening for anything unusual, and so would a three others, if one of us thinks something is happening, he will call the others and we will surround the house, armed. Around midnight, Bob alerted the others, that he heard glass breaking, then called the police station. When the police arrived, Bob told them that there was someone in the house, and they could see a flashlight now and then. Bob then gave them a key to the door, so they could go in quietly. Once inside they could see the flashlight, and slowly closed in on it. The intruder, was in the living room, tearing the furniture apart, looking for something. When asked what he was looking for, the intruder, said, "Nothing, I got lost and thought this was my friends house." "Do you always tear up your friend's furniture?" The cop asked. "You are under arrest for breaking and entering, and anything else we can find. My boss will bail me out he said, let's go." At the police station he was fingerprinted, and they matched some of the prints on the DVD cases. In the interview room, he smugly, said, "You got nothing on me except B&E, that will get me 30 days and I can do that standing on my head." The cop said, "That's right, but can you do 20 to life standing on your head?" "What do you mean?" he growled. "The disc's you were looking for, your fingerprints are on the cases, and that says that you are involved with last week's murder of a woman in the Sunshine motel. I don't think that you are smart enough, or big enough to have killed her, but unless you open up and tell us what happened, and who else was involved, you will be charged with the murder." "You are bluffing," he said. You got nothing." The DA spoke up then, "I will start the paperwork, you're going to be tried for premeditated murder in the first degree. That's an automatic life sentence, without parole, and it could be the death sentence." "But I didn't do it," he said. "Well since you are not willing to tell us who did, you will be the one convicted. Tell us what we want to know, testify for us, and we might drop the charges on you to accessory before and after the murder, that will only get you 20 to 40 years. The choice is yours." "Ok you win," he said, "she was killed by Blacky the Horse Cock." "Why?" he was asked. "She owed him $60,000 in gambling debts, and couldn't pay him." "Not true," he was told, "we know that she made a deal with him to make 30 porn movies, to pay it off, and she did that." "All I know," he said, "is that he told us that he would finish up the last scene in the last movie, he came in, and rammed his Horse Cock into her pussy, and split her open again, then as he rammed his cock in and out of her he took his hands and strangled her, saying that this snuff movie would make more that all the others put together." The DA then asked, "What do you mean, again, did he "split her open" before?" "Yah, on her first film, and then the story, was that she was a virgin and that he had just taken her cherry. That accounted for the blood in the film." "How many films was he in with her?" "Just the two, and then only for a brief time, but his face wasn't shown." "Was her face blurred, in the released versions?" "I don't think so, but she was told that it was. It was blurred only on the copies that she got." The DA then said, "I want the names of all the people who were in the films, on the camera's and anyone who had anything to do with her filming." He gave several names, and just as he left, the DA told him, "You know that it was a double murder." "How so?" he asked. "She was 4 months pregnant, so the unborn child died, shortly after she did, that makes it two murders." *** It took almost a year before the trial started. Neither I, nor Julie had to testify, as we had no direct knowledge of the murders. The trial lasted 3 weeks. Blacky the Horse Cock got the "chair" and the rest of the people involved, got 40 years and no chance for parole for 30 of them. Once everything had been settled, we sold our home, and moved away. In our new home, we live as man and wife, and Julie gave me 2 girls and 3 boys. As the 5 kids grew up, we encouraged them to play with each other and eventually the 2 girls were pregnant, by their brothers, and Julie was also pregnant by one of our sons.