By
J.R. Francisco
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PART TWO
Robert Fortay! That was the man from Kat's past who now stood in her bedroom holding her own gun at her. Fortay had been a Palm City Detective with Kat more than three years ago. He was also a crooked cop who used criminals to supplement his income and improve his arrest record.
An incident between Kat and Fortay persuaded her to assist internal affairs into prosecuting him by wearing a wire and providing evidence. Fortay was fired from the police force after that but somehow managed to plea-bargain a deal that kept him out of jail. The last thing Kat had heard about him was that he was working security at seedy nightclubs.
And now here he was again, standing in her bedroom, aiming her own six-shooter at her. The message he had left at Rosalba's Café now made perfect sense. It was time for payback. Kat's shock turned to dread when she noticed Fortay leering at her.
"How did you get in here?" Kat asked, as if it mattered.
"Is that all you have to say after all this time?" Fortay said with a sinister chuckle. He whistled and took in the sight of Kat in her underwear. "Always knew you had a kinky side."
Kat wished she could cover herself but at the moment she was at the mercy of this scumbag, who she thought she would never see again. "What do you want, Fortay?" Kat asked.
"I thought I made myself perfectly clear, sheriff," Fortay said, still leering at Kat. "Payback is a bitch, as they say, and you're about to find that out."
Kat's dread suddenly turned to anger. "I would do it all over again to get you off the force," she said defiantly.
"Glad you feel that way," Fortay said darkly. "That will make things more interesting."
"What are you going to do with me?" Kat asked.
"First, I'm going to tie you up and gag you. I've heard you're into that sort of thing," Fortay said. "Then things will get fun."
Kat wondered what he meant by that? She was not about to find out. "That will be the day," she muttered.
She suddenly kicked out with her stocking clad leg, catching Fortay by surprise. She knocked the gun out of his hand with her foot, sending the weapon flying. Before Fortay could recover, Kat turned and darted out of the bedroom.
Fortay scowled and went after Kat. As he ran out of the bedroom, he tripped over Kat's out stretched leg. He went down face first with a resounding thud. Kat knelt and elbowed Fortay in the back of the head, further stunning him. She had not forgotten her police training.
She stood and ran toward the kitchen, where she kept an extra loaded gun. She gave Fortay a quick glance as he lay on the floor. He was groaning and shaking his head from the blow he had received. Now it was only a matter of . . .
Kat turned and ran into someone when she was about to enter the kitchen. A second man was in her house. He wrapped a pair of strong arms around Kat, pinning her arms against her sides. Taunting laughter followed as the second intruder lifted Kat off the floor. He was obviously taller than her.
Kat wiggled and kicked desperately. She had always been a fighter no matter the odds. But she was outmatched in height and weight. In a final desperate move she attempted a backwards head-butt against the man holding her from behind. She missed and he tightened his grip.
"Let go of me!" Kat said as the man dragged her back toward her bedroom.
By that time Fortay had recovered and was getting to his feet. He blinked and looked up, shaking his head. Anger dominated his face but his eyes softened when he saw Kat in the grip of the second man.
"You son of a . . . hmmmmm mmmmm!"
The second man clamped his right hand over Kat's mouth, reducing her protests to muffled grunting. He held her arms against her sides with his left arm as he dragged Kat past Fortay and back into the bedroom.
Fortay followed them into the bedroom and located Kat's gun on the floor. He had recovered from Kat's blow and picked-up the gun. The second man roughly deposited Kat on the bed. She bounced and rolled on the mattress before getting to her knees. She finally got a clear look at the second man.
"Bayless!" Kat gasped, getting yet another surprise.
"Hello, sheriff," Bayless said derisively. He swept his eyes over her body. "Still wearing naughty but nice underwear, I see. I like it."
"Screw you, Bayless!" Kat replied. "You're nothing but a coward. Touch me again and you'll be sorry."
Bayless shook his head. "Is that anyway to greet the man who rescued you in that convenience last year? As I recall, you got yourself into quite a bind that day."
"She's about to get herself into another bind," Fortay said.
Bayless stared at Kat. "Let me do the honors."
****
Lindy Derringer stepped into the living room, closed the door and sighed. It had been a long night and all she wanted now was a quick shower and some sleep. It was nearly three in the morning and the young sheriff's deputy was exhausted. Not with actual police work, but after a 10-hour patrol shift it got tedious.
She knew Kat would be asleep by now and didn't want to wake her. Still, just to put her mind at peace, she decided to have a look in her sister's bedroom. She knew Kat would do the same thing. The previous year's adventures had brought them closer together and they now looked after each other with more vigilance.
As she walked toward her sister's bedroom, she heard faint moaning and grunting. That caught her attention. Surely Kat wouldn't have company over this late? The bedroom door was closed and Lindy paused to listen. The moaning became more intense and she could swear she heard what sounded like the bed squeaking. This was getting more dramatic by the moment.
Perhaps she should just walk away and respect her older sister's privacy? That would be the sensible thing to do. But Lindy had always been curious by nature and . . . Then she heard something unsettling. She heard frustrated grunting. Something was wrong. She drew her nine-millimeter pistol from her police belt holster. Lindy opened the door and stepped into Kat's bedroom. She gasped and her mouth dropped at the sight that greeted her.
Kat was laying on her stomach on her bed. She was thoroughly and tightly bound and hogtied with a several leather straps cinched with buckles. Leather restraints secured her arms and elbows behind her back. Two more leather straps circled her torso above and below her breasts, pinning her arms against her body. Three tight straps were wrapped around her thighs, above her knees, and around her ankles. A short strap connected her ankles to her wrist bindings. It was a bondage masterpiece: simple yet effective, as evident by Kat's futile struggling and squirming. She was still wearing her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, which made it more dramatic.
"Oh, my God!" Lindy exclaimed. "Kat, what happened?"
Kat was effectively gagged with a red ball gag stuffed between her teeth, forcing her lips into a circle. A black strap kept the gag in place, reducing Kat's frustrated words to incoherent moaning. She was drooling and covered in sweat. Her eyes expanded when she spotted Lindy. Lindy put her pistol away and quickly made her way toward Kat.
"It's okay I'm here," Lindy told her sister. It took some effort but she unbuckled the straps around Kat's elbows and wrists. "Damn! These things are tight!"
Kat was exhausted from struggling and lay still. She was also royally pissed. She seethed with outrage when she recalled being manhandled, tied up, and gagged by two men she detested. That had been more than an hour ago. How dare those to bastards touch her and humiliate her like this? They were going to pay for this all right.
As soon as her arms were free Kat sat up on the bed and worked at removing the ball-gag. Not familiar with the device, it took a few attempts to undo the buckle and release the strap behind her head. She exhaled with relief when she pulled the uncomfortable red rubber ball from her mouth, taking a strand of drool with it. She took a few deep breaths and worked her sore jaw.
"Who did this to you?" Lindy asked.
"Bayless and Fortay," Kat replied tossing the ball gag aside with disgust. She worked at undoing the straps around her thighs and legs.
"Bayless," Lindy said with contempt. "I knew he'd be back. That son of a . . . Fortay?"
Lindy stopped and watched Kat release the straps above her knees and ankles. The restraints had been applied tight enough to leave angry red marks on Kat's exposed skin, particularly around her thighs and arms. Lindy winced as her sister rubbed her sore limbs.
"You mean Robert Fortay, the crooked cop you help bust in Palm City?" Lindy asked.
"That's him," Kat said, walking toward her closet. "They came to deliver a package."
"What package?"
Kat pointed to the night stand next to her bed. Lindy spotted a small box wrapped in red shiny paper with a matching bow. It resembled a Valentine's Day gift.
"Wait for me in the living room," Kat said. "I need a moment."
"Okay," Lindy said, concerned. "They . . . didn't hurt you did they?"
"Not really," Kat replied. She had vowed to never get tied up and gagged again but that was now out the window. "I'm a bit shaken but fine."
Several minutes later Kat emerged from her bedroom wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt. Though worried and somewhat frightened, she put up a strong front to reassure Lindy. No doubt the events of the previous year still affected her younger sister and it was up to Kat to look after Lindy.
Kat carried the "package" Fortay and Bayless had left behind after they had tied her up. She was curious as to what could be inside. She knew it was not going to be good. She joined Lindy on the couch and placed the gift-wrapped box on the coffee table.
Kat removed the top off the box. Inside was something wrapped in pink tissue paper. She parted the paper. Lindy watched with interest. She found a black DVD box and opened it. A generic disc was inside the plastic case. Kat and Lindy glanced at each other but said nothing.
Kat stood and made her way toward the 32-inch flat screen television set in the corner of the living room. She switched on the TV and placed the mysterious disc into the DVD player below the television. Her heart hammered with anticipation and she braced herself. She grabbed the remote, pushed the play button, and stepped back to watch the screen.
The screen flickered, went black, and began playing. The video showed an empty cheap motel room, but only for a few seconds. Kat flinched when she recognized the location. The door of the room opened and a man and woman entered. The man was tall, overweight, and balding. The woman was attractive and shapely. She was dressed in a short leather skirt with fishnet stockings, matching top that showed plenty of cleavage, and knee-length high-heeled boots. The woman was actually Kat dressed as a prostitute! The image was clear and in color. It had obviously been shot with a digital camera.
That had been several years ago when Kat was a rookie detective and assigned to the vice squad. She recalled the sting operation she had participated in and watched with dread and anticipation, wondering how and when this video had been shot? It was not an official police surveillance video. Lindy noticed her sister's distress but said nothing as she watched the video play out.
"So . . . what do you want and how much?" Kat asked the man in the video, playing the part of a prostitute. "Don't be shy now, baby. I'm willing and ready to please."
The man suddenly pulled out a gun and aimed it at Kat. "I want you not to move!"
Kat flinched, staring at the gun. "What are you doing?"
"Get on your knees!" the man shouted.
"What . . ."
"Shut up and do it!" the man yelled at Kat. "I know you're a cop!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I can smell cops," the man said. "On your knees, cop!"
Kat went down on her knees in front of the armed criminal. Her back-up, who were concealed in the bathroom of the motel room, should have stormed in at this point . . . but that didn't happen.
"Open your mouth, cop!" the man ordered.
"I'm not a cop--"
"One more word and you'll be sorry!" the man shouted. "I said open your mouth."
Reluctantly, Kat did as ordered. The man shoved the barrel of the gun into her mouth. Kat tried to back away but he grabbed her hair and held her tight, keeping most of the barrel of the weapon inside her mouth.
"How does that taste, cop?" the man taunted.
Kat watched the video, wincing with disgust. She watched herself gag and heave as the man pumped the gun barrel in and out of her mouth. He laughed at her distress, entertained by her discomfort. Just when Kat could take no more he pulled the gun from her mouth.
"Not so tough now are you, cop?" the man taunted as Kat coughed and caught her breath. "I'm not done with you yet!"
He pulled her up by her hair and threw her across the bed. Kat's face was clearly visible on the TV screen. The fear in her eyes and face was obvious. The man stood over her and placed the gun to the back of her head.
"Don't even think about trying anything," he told Kat.
She flinched and gasped when the man pulled her leather skirt up and over her waist, exposing her panty-covered backside. Though it had been several years ago, Kat clearly remembered wearing her flower-print bikini panties that day. Ironically, that was her "good luck" underwear.
"Please . . ." Kat begged on the video.
The man laughed and said, "Cute panties, cop. Those regulation?"
Kat yelped when he spanked her exposed behind. He delivered several hard swats to her shapely backside while keeping the gun against the back of her head. Kat could do nothing but brace herself. Each blow echoed throughout the silent room. Her face filled with pain and she fought the urge to cry out. Kat and Lindy watched the video in silence and disgust as the man continued spanking Kat without mercy. Lindy couldn't take anymore and looked away.
"You been a naughty cop or good cop?" the man asked Kat.
Kat didn't answer, which earned her an extra hard swat to her buttocks. She gasped but remained silent.
"I asked you a question, cop!" the man shouted, spanking her again. "You been naughty or good?"
"Naughty," Kat cried out, utterly humiliated.
"That's right," the man laughed. "You've been very naughty and I'm here to punish you."
The man delivered a rapid volley of hard swats to Kat's backside. She watched the video with anger and shame, flinching each time he spanked her. She could almost relive the pain and humiliation she was feeling back then. Despite her resolve, Kat eventually cracked.
"Stop!" she yelled at the man, unable to take the pain and embarrassment anymore. "Please stop!"
"Shut up, cop!" the man said, spanking her three more times. "Now it's time for some real fun."
Though not visible on camera, the man hooked his fingers inside the waistband of Kat's underwear and pulled her panties down. Kat cried out, her eyes and face reflecting pure panic.
The man laughed and then the video went black. That was the moment her back up, led by Robert Fortay, stormed the room and arrested the man, but that part had been left out. Kat knew she had been set-up. Fortay should have been there long before anything happened. That was Fortay's way of getting even with her after she refused his advances. She knew Fortay was dirty and didn't want anything to do with him.
Kat and Lindy said nothing after the video ended. Lindy was livid, her pretty eyes burning with outrage at her sister's humiliation. Kat was about to turn off the DVD player when the image of Robert Fortay appeared on the screen. He was standing against a black background and it was a close up on his face.
"Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, sheriff," Fortay said, chuckling. "I found this little gem in the motel room afterwards. The guy liked to secretly videotape his . . . escapades for later viewing. Lucky for you and me he did."
Kat watched the screen with fixed interest. She was smart enough to realize what was coming next.
"Wonder what the Dorado City mayor, city council, your co-workers, other county sheriffs, and regular citizens would think if they were to see Sheriff Kat Derringer thoroughly spanked and disciplined for being a naughty cop?" Fortay laughed with gusto. "Wouldn't that be something? I've made enough copies to make sure everyone enjoys and sees your great performance. But it can all be avoided if you cooperate and play ball with us. Don't tell anyone about this or the game is over. We'll be in touch."
The screen went black again. Kat knew that was the end of the video. She pushed the stop button on the remote but remained silent, too stunned and angry to speak. Lindy did not hold back.
"That son of a bitch!" Lindy shouted. "Wait till I get my hands on him."
"So that's their game," Kat said flatly. "Blackmail."
"You're not going to let them get away with it, are you?" Lindy asked her older sister.
"Of course not," Kat replied quickly.
"What do they want?" Lindy asked. "Money?"
Kat shook her heard. "No. They want payback . . . on me."
"But they didn't do anything to you . . . just tied you up."
"They want to ruin my career and have their fun at the same time," Kat said softly. "At my expense."
"Bastards!" Lindy said. "What are we going to do?"
Kat's face expressed determination and resolve. "Play their game . . . for now," she said. After a short pause she added, "Then I'm going to take them down. Nobody blackmails me and gets away with it."
****
Kat and Lindy arrived at the Dorado City sheriff's department building earlier than usual. Though Lindy's next patrol shift did not start until later that day, Kat was not going to leave her sister alone at the ranch house-not after what happened only a few hours ago.
Although Kat and Lindy now knew who was behind the incident at Rosalba's Café, Kat decided not to say anything about it to her staff . . . for now. Lindy did not agree with her sister and reluctantly went along with her wishes. It hurt Kat that she had to hold back the information from her co-workers but her career and lively-hood depended on it.
"Morning, Sheriff Derringer," Kat's young assistant, Allison, told Kat. The pretty receptionist noticed Lindy dressed in tight jeans and a sweater. "Hey, Lindy, you're here early. Looking cute too."
"Thanks," Lindy said, cheerfully. "Staff meeting."
"Anything new?" Kat asked Allison.
As usual, Kat was dressed professionally in a dark skirt, matching jacket, and heels. Fortay and Bayless had taken her six-shooter so she carried her official 9 millimeter pistol under her jacket. Her body, arms, and legs still ached after spending over an hour tightly bound and hogtied but she didn't show it.
"Brianna picked up a drunk passed out outside a convenience store this morning," the young blonde said. "He's sleeping it off in one of the cells. Had a fight with his wife."
"Anything else?"
"Oh, yeah," Allison said, glancing down at her message pad. "Clayton Reed called again to confirm your presence at the chili cook-off Saturday. You are one of the judges."
Kat sighed inwardly. Every year Dorado City hosted an annual chili cook-off contest. The prize was $1,000 for whoever could cook the best bowl of chili. It brought in participants from all over the state and the event was a big deal in Dorado City. The organizer, Clayton Reed, had begged Kat to be one of the judges and she reluctantly agreed. At the moment, however, she was in no mood to judge anything. But she had to grin and bare it.
"Tell him I'll be there and to stop bothering me," Kat said with a half-smile.
While Lindy headed into the conference room, Kat retreated into her office to gather her thoughts. She was still reeling from her encounter with Fortay and Bayless and dreading what they would do next. She hated being at their mercy and not being able to do anything about it.
The intercom on the desk suddenly buzzed, startling Kat. Allison's voice followed. "Sheriff, there's a man on line one who wants to speak with you. Says he's an old friend from Palm City. Wouldn't give his name. Should I put him through?"
Kat stiffened and braced herself. She knew it was Fortay. "That's fine. I'll take the call."
"Good morning, Sheriff Derringer," came the familiar voice of Robert Fortay over the phone. "I see you got yourself out of the bind we left you in," Fortay said, chuckling. "From what Bayless told me, you did get plenty of practice last year."
"What do you want, Fortay?" Kat asked flatly. "What's it going to take for you and Bayless to leave me alone?"
"Funny you should ask," Fortay said. "Let's start with lunch at Rosalba's Café. The owner and I have already met. 12 o'clock sharp."
"That's rather bold," Kat said. "And stupid. But then you were never known for your intelligence."
"Easy, sheriff," Fortay said, annoyed. "Let's keep it civilized. See you then and don't be late."
Fortay ended the call. Kat wondered what he had up his sleeve? She had to be ready for anything. With a heavy heart and feeling guilty, Kat conducted the daily staff meeting. The conference room was plain and contained a long table with the necessary chairs. At one end was an erasable white board where daily notes and assignments were written with a red marker.
Kat's entire staff was present. Deputies Brianna Lockwood, Lindy Derringer, Marlon Galindo, and Detective Rachel Graham sat in their regular seats. But now there were two newcomers who had joined the Dorado City Sheriff's Department recently. Ruby Hidalgo had completed her law enforcement degree and made the transition from dispatcher to a full-fledged deputy. The 21-year-old deputy was inexperienced but eager to prove herself. That was going to be even more challenging since she was young and pretty with innocent eyes and a petite build.
The other newcomer was Deputy Thomas Red-Thunder. He was a stoic 43-year-old Native American man who had served in the reservation police for twenty years. He had been dismissed under "questionable" circumstances after exposing corruption within the tribal police force. Kat identified with him and gave him a position in her department instead of hiring someone younger.
Kat's first order of business was to address the incident at Rosalba's Café the previous night. Though she already knew who was behind it she had to pretend not to know anything and hope her staff, aside from her sister, did not suspect anything. It tore her up inside but at the moment there was no other course of action.
"I checked the local department store and any place in town that sells duct tape," Detective Graham said. "No one recalls selling any duct tape to anyone recently."
"Which probably means the suspect is not a local," Kat added.
"I have my money on Bayless," Deputy Galindo said.
"Bayless?" Deputy Red-Thunder asked.
Kat shifted uncomfortably. Though more than a year had passed, she still had trouble discussing Bayless and all the mayhem that took place in Dorado City. But it had to be done.
"He's a rogue deputy who left the department last year after associating with criminals," Kat explained. "He was never captured."
"And you think he's back for what? Revenge?" Red-Thunder asked. "Against who?"
"Maybe me or the whole department," Kat said.
"We should tell the newspaper about Bayless," Deputy Galindo said. "Print his picture."
"We have no evidence yet that it's Bayless," Detective Graham said.
"If it is Bayless what's he going to do?" Galindo asked. "Sue the department for slander?"
"Let's hold back on the manhunt for now," Kat said. "If it is Bayless, he'll come after us . . . or me. In the mean time be on high alert. Don't take any chances and report anything suspicious immediately." Kat addressed Brianna. "I want you and Ruby to patrol together."
"Sheriff, I can take care of myself," Ruby Hidalgo said. "I thought my training was over?"
All eyes shifted to the young and pretty deputy.
"Nothing against your abilities, Ruby," Kat said. "Just a precaution. All right then, your patrol assignments are on the board. Be careful out there."
That was the signal that the meeting was over. Everyone stood and filed out of the conference room, leaving Kat alone. She sighed with relief and guilt. She decided to go about her normal daily routine . . . until she had to meet Fortay for lunch.
****
"Is she always like that?" Ruby asked Brianna.
The two young deputies were driving back from a ranch house where a domestic dispute had been reported. It had been nothing more than a family argument that resulted in some broken furniture. After diffusing the situation the two deputies were on their way back to Dorado City.
"Who?" Brianna asked.
"Sheriff Derringer," Ruby said. "Is she always that protective of her deputies?"
Brianna gave her spunky partner a side glance. "After what happened last year can you blame her?"
"But we can take care of ourselves," Ruby said. "We're trained and armed."
"That's what I thought too . . . last year," Brianna said. "But sometimes criminals get the upper-hand. It has nothing to do with your abilities."
"I'm ready for anything," Ruby said. "It will be a cold day in hell before a criminal gets the best of me."
Brianna smiled inwardly. She remembered being naive like her younger friend . . . until she got tied up and gagged. It was not a pleasant experience and she still had trouble dealing with . . . Those thoughts were quickly forgotten when Brianna spotted a car on the side of the road. The hood was raised and someone was bent over the engine, attempting to perform some type of repair.
Ruby also noticed the car up ahead, which was now within fifty meters. "Think they need help?" she asked.
"It's still quite far to Dorado City," Brianna said softly. "Let's see if there's any major trouble."
Brianna slowed down and pulled the patrol car unto the grassy shoulder. She stopped several meters from the stranded motorist, who had yet to look up from the raised hood of the car. It was clearly a male dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt.
Brianna and Ruby exited the patrol car at the same time. Brianna took the initiative. "Excuse me, sir?" she asked the man. "Everything okay?"
The man straightened and turned toward the two deputies. Brianna froze in her tracks. She stared at his smiling face . . . then her jaw dropped and her eyes widened with surprise. It was that scoundrel Bayless! It took Ruby Hidalgo a bit longer to recognize Bayless but she eventually did. By that time it was too late. Bayless reached behind him and pulled out a gun from inside the engine of the car. He leveled it at the two startled deputies. His grin became sinister.
"As a matter of fact, everything is not okay," Bayless said with mocking laughter. "Freeze!"
Brianna froze with her hand halfway to the holster that contained her 9-millimeter service pistol. Ruby didn't get that far. The rookie deputy's hands were still at her sides.
"Look at what we have here," Bayless said, shaking his head. "Cheerleaders trying to be sheriff deputies. What is this world coming to?"
Despite the dire situation, Brianna attempted to remain calm and in control. "I knew it was you," she said angrily. "You were responsible for what happened at Rosalba's Café."
Bayless ignored Brianna's statement. "Take your guns out and drop them on the ground . . . slowly. Any sudden moves and it won't be pretty."
"You're a coward, Bayless!" Ruby Hidalgo seethed. "I always knew you were nothing but a piece of . . ."
"Shut up and drop your guns," Bayless warned. "You have exactly five seconds."
The two deputies did as ordered and dropped their guns on the ground.
"That's better," Bayless said, relaxing. "Now, Brianna, be a sweetheart and handcuff your pretty partner with your cuffs."
"What for?" Brianna asked, stalling.
"Because I said so," Bayless said. He motioned with his gun. "Come on."
Brianna sighed and removed her handcuffs. "I'm sorry, Ruby," she whispered as she gathered Ruby's hands behind her back and secured her wrists with the handcuffs.
"Make it nice and tight," Bayless said.
Brianna tightened the handcuffs, making Ruby flinch with discomfort.
"Now give me her handcuffs," Bayless told Brianna.
Brianna's heart pounded with anticipation. She removed Ruby's handcuffs from her belt and handed them to Bayless.
He took the cuffs and chuckled. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
With resignation, Brianna did as ordered. She had hoped the next time she crossed paths with Bayless the situation would be different. She flinched as Bayless tightened the handcuffs around her wrists. A few clicks later and her hands were securely cuffed behind her back.
"Come on," Bayless said, grabbing both Ruby and Brianna by their arms.
He led the two deputies toward the trunk of his car. Brianna looked around desperately, hoping a passing car would see their predicament. The road was lonely with no signs of anyone.
Bayless opened the trunk of the car. He rummaged through some things before pulling out a roll of duct tape. He was in no hurry and took his time. He held up the tape to Ruby and Brianna.
"Guess you know what this is for," he said with a grin.
Ruby finally had enough. Her pretty face hardened. She suddenly kicked at Bayless, aiming for his mid-section. But Bayless was ready and sidestepped the blow. He grabbed Ruby's leg and held it, forcing the young deputy to balance on one leg.
"What do we have here?" Bayless chuckled. "A fighter?"
He then flicked Ruby's leg upwards and aside, knocking the pretty but indignant deputy off balance. Ruby reeled but kept her balance-thanks to her high school gymnastics training. She then attempted to flee by running away from Bayless.
"Get back here or I'll make your partner suffer," Bayless shouted at Ruby.
Ruby stopped, closed her eyes, and exhaled with frustration. She turned and walked back to rejoin Bayless and Brianna.
"I know that would convince you," Bayless said. "Enough fooling around. Let's get down to business. Stand next to each other, face to face."
The two deputies glared at Bayless but didn't move. That was all the excuse Bayless needed. He delivered a hard swat to Ruby's backside. The petite deputy gasped and lunged forward.
Ruby's brown eyes burned with indignation as she stared at Bayless. "You bastard! Do that again and I'll kill you!"
"Yeah, sure," Bayless laughed. "Do as you're told or I'll put you over my knee and give you the spanking your daddy never gave you."
If looks could kill, Bayless would have been a dead man twice over. But the two female deputies were in no position to put up any resistance. It would only make things worst. Ruby and Brianna stepped toward each other and stood face to face, wondering what Bayless had in mind?
Bayless didn't keep them in suspense too long. He peeled the duct tape from the roll and began wrapping it around Ruby and Brianna. He started around their upper arms, winding the tape around them, taping them together. The straps were tight, cutting into their arms. After several turns he tore the tape and moved to their waists. He applied several tight loops, forcing their shapely hips against each other. Once that was done, he moved down to their knees. After taping their knees together he bound their ankles.
In less than ten minutes Ruby and Brianna were standing face to face with their arms handcuffed behind their backs with duct tape wrapped around their bodies. Brianna was a bit taller, so Ruby's head was up around Brianna's nose. It only made the situation more ridiculous.
Bayless stepped back and examined his work. "Now comes the best part."
He peeled the duct tape from the roll and stepped toward the two bound deputies. He took Ruby by surprise, pulling her head back. Before she could protest he placed duct tape over her mouth and began wrapping it around her face and head. Ruby grunted and squirmed as Bayless wrapped several tight bands of silver tape over her mouth and around her head, gagging the agitated deputy. Ruby was now outraged. She cursed and yelled at Bayless, shooting him smoldering looks of anger.
Bayless laughed at her attempt to speak. "I can't understand a thing you're saying, deputy." He stepped toward Brianna and said, "Nothing better than taping a woman's mouth shut."
Brianna glared at Bayless but said nothing. She knew it was hopeless to resist and allowed him to place the duct tape over her mouth and around her head several times. She flinched with each turn, which seemed to get tighter. After four turns over her mouth and around her head Bayless tore the tape and plastered the end against her cheek.
Bayless stepped back and examined his work. "You two look so cute like that, but the situation needs one more thing."
That got the attention of both deputies. Bayless stepped toward Ruby and reached for the front of her tanned uniform pants. Ruby moaned desperately and shook her head when Bayless undid the buckle of her gun belt. Since the young women were taped together, it took some effort on his part.
Brianna joined Ruby, protesting angrily through her taped mouth. The bound deputies squirmed and wiggled but Bayless ignored them. Much to Ruby's dismay, he undid her pants and hooked his fingers inside the waistband. Ruby let out a sharp moan of indignation when Bayless pulled her pants down her legs to her knees.
Ruby sobbed dejectedly. Her eyes and face filled with despair and humiliation. Her black satin panties with white lace trim were now exposed to Bayless's leering eyes. Though not necessarily skimpy, the boy-short panties left part of her backside exposed, especially now that they ridden up some during the day. The young deputy was on the verge of tears and sighed hopelessly.
Brianna shot daggers at Bayless and mewed angrily through her gag, shaking her head. That only encouraged the former deputy into action. He stepped behind Brianna and reached for the front of her service belt. Brianna went mad, thrashing and squirming like her life depended on it. She almost toppled over, taking Ruby with her, but Bayless held her tight and undid her belt and uniform pants.
With twisted pleasure Bayless pulled Brianna's pants down to her knees. Brianna moaned with shame and outrage. The reason for her heroic protest became clear. The young deputy's underwear was nothing more than a tiny striped thong. A small triangle of fabric disappeared into her shapely rear, leaving her backside completely exposed.
Bayless whistled with approval. "Damn. What an ass!"
He playfully swatted Brianna's rear. She flinched and yelped with shock, uttering curses and threats, which were reduced to incoherent mumbling and grunting.
"Much better," Bayless said, stepping back. "This is how all female cops should be treated." He leaned next to Ruby's face. "You're going to let me get away with this, deputy?"
He spanked the petite deputy again. Ruby reacted as if poked with a cattle prod. She squirmed and wiggled, yelling through her taped mouth. That only made her shapely rear a more inviting target. Bayless planted another swat to her buttocks. Ruby closed her eyes and moaned, tears of humiliation rolling down her cheeks.
"Women have no business being in law enforcement," Bayless said, shaking his head. "After seeing you two like this more people will get the message. See you girls later and good luck. You're going to need it." Bayless walked toward his car. He turned and said, "Cute panties by the way."
He got into his car and drove away, sending dust and grass flying toward the two helpless and humiliated deputies. Ruby and Brianna stood still for a moment, wallowing in their dire predicament. Ruby tilted her head upward and let out a loud but muffled squeal of frustration and anger.
Brianna seethed, blushing with shame and embarrassment. She seriously contemplated a career change. She was supposed to serve and protect the public but here she was, along with partner, bound and gagged (again) with her pants down around her knees and her rear end exposed. Could things get any worse?
The sound of an approaching vehicle got Brianna's attention. She glanced down the road and saw a white van approaching. The two deputies tensed and braced themselves, ready to deal with even more humiliation. The van slowed down and pulled over on the side of the road.
Brianna's heart dropped when she saw the passengers in the van leaning out the windows, gawking at the two bound, gagged, and exposed deputies. Yes, things were about to get even worse . . .