By
J.R. Francisco
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PART THREE
Sheriff's deputy Brianna Lockwood moaned dejectedly as the group of Fox Scouts gathered around her and Ruby Hidalgo. In all there were eight boys ranging in ages 12-14 and a Fox Scout Master, an older man in his late thirties. The boys all looked on with fascination and awe as they come upon the two bound and gagged beautiful young women with their pants down around their knees. Brianna wanted to die but that was not an option at the moment.
"My God!" the Fox Scout Master exclaimed as he studied the two bound deputies. He suddenly remembered his duty as an adult and scout leader and turned to his troop. "Boys, get back on the van and wait for me there."
For a moment the boys ignored him. They were too busy gawking at the two bound beauties with their panty-covered backsides on display. In Brianna's case, there was not even enough material of her underwear to accomplish that. This was hands down the most humiliation she had experienced in her life.
The scout leader cleared his throat and shot the boys a harsh look. "Get back in the van right now."
Reluctantly, the boys obeyed and walked back to the van, but not before stealing one last look at the two deputies. Once the Fox Scouts had climbed back into the van the scout leader turned his attention to Brianna and Ruby.
He studied the two bound young women and whistled. "What in the world happened here? Are you two okay?"
Brianna sighed and rolled her eyes. How was she supposed to answer any questions with duct taped wrapped around her mouth and head? She shot the scout master an angry look, growled, and motioned with her head.
The man snapped out of his momentarily lapse. "Oh, sorry. Not to worry . . . ladies, I'll have you free in no time." With a flash he reached into his pocket and produced an all-purpose utility knife. "A scout's best friend. Never leave home with out it."
Brianna and Ruby sighed. They both wished he would shut up and free them already. Ruby was thoroughly embarrassed and couldn't even face the strange man, who seemed to be enjoying himself way too much for her taste.
"Let's see . . . where do I start?" He muttered. "Oh, by the way my name's Steve Randall."
Randall walked around the two bound deputies, contemplating how and where to begin the task of freeing them. His eyes lingered on their backsides. Brianna finally snapped. She glared at Randall and went mad, grunting and moaning through her taped mouth.
"The gags of course," Randall said. "Silly me. Hold still. Nice panties by the way."
Brianna growled angrily.
Randall began peeling the tape from Brianna's mouth. It took some effort but he began unwrapping the duct tape from the agitated deputy's mouth. Brianna winced as the tape came loose.
"There we are," Randall said proudly.
As soon as her mouth was free of duct tape Brianna took a deep breath and said, "Shut up and free us quickly or you're going to be in big trouble . . . with me."
"Yes, ma'am," Randall said.
"It's deputy!" Brianna snapped.
"Yes, deputy."
****
Though Kat tried conducting her morning daily work duties as scheduled her thoughts were on her lunch meeting with Fortay. She had to find a way to trap him without compromising her career. There had to be a way. Though she did not want to accept it, she was going to need help.
Her cell phone rang. Kat was deep in thought and almost jumped. "Yes?" she replied into the phone.
"Sheriff," came the excited voice of Deputy Brianna Lockwood. "It's Bayless. He's back in town."
"Did you see him?"
"Yeah," Brianna confirmed. "That son of . . . He tricked Ruby and me and left us . . . tied up on the side of the road."
"Alert all deputies and Detective Graham," Kat said, wondering what kind of twisted game Bayless and Fortay had in mind? "Are you two all right?"
"A little embarrassed but fine," Brianna seethed.
"Did he say anything about what or where he's going to do next?"
"No, sheriff."
"All right," Kat said. "Be careful and report in frequently."
Kat ended the call. He wondered why Fortay had chosen to expose himself? The reason was obvious. There was nothing she or her department could do to stop him or Bayless as long as they had the video and could blackmail her. They could do and go as they wanted. That sent a chill through Kat.
The intercom on Kat's desk buzzed. Now what, she wondered.
"Sheriff," Allison's voice cracked. "There's someone here who wants to see you. Says his name is Hank Bolander. Former sheriff of Durango County."
Kat vaguely remembered someone named Bolander from the former county sheriff's pictures on the wall in the hallway of the sheriff's building. She wondered what he wanted and was not in the mood to talk shop. Still, she had to be gracious and accept his request.
"Let him in please," Kat said.
A moment later the door of her office opened. A tall lanky man in his late sixties or maybe early seventies stepped into her office. He was dressed in cowboy western clothing complete with a hat. He wore a tailored tan jacket, boots, and looked rather rugged and imposing. Kat stood and greeted the man, who towered over her despite the fact she wore heels.
"Howdy, Sheriff Derringer," Bolander said pleasantly, shaking Kat's hand.
Kat flinched when Bolander squeezed her hand a bit too hard. "How do you do Mr. Bolander? What can I do for you today?"
Bolander stepped back and gave Kat a quick look-over. "Well, aren't you just the prettiest female sheriff. You're picture doesn't do you justice."
Kat didn't know whether to feel flattered or insulted. "Thank you," she said neutrally.
Bolander shook his head and chuckled. "Thought I'd never see the day when the sheriff of Durango county would be wearing a skirt, pantyhose, and heels. Times change. Yes, they do."
"Mr. Bolander-"
"Of course back in my day women wore real stockings," Bolander said. "But nice to see a woman dressed like a lady. You definitely don't look like one of them feminists types. The only woman we had working for us when I was sheriff was the cleaning lady."
Kat stared at Bolander, wondering if he was being serious? "Mr. Bolander, I'm really busy and have-"
"I understand," Bolander said, waving his hand. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hello. I'm in town for the annual chili cook-off. Like you, I'm one of the judges. You're too young to remember but I used to be quite a legend back in my day. I kept Durango County crime free and safe when you were still in diapers."
"I'm sure you did."
"Back then criminals knew better than to come into Durango County and do their business." Bolander said firmly. His face tightened. "If they gave you lip or attitude you'd smack them around until they didn't. My deputies were all tough hombres. Even had a Mexican fellow working for me."
Kat smiled politely. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Bolander. Look forward to seeing in you at the chili cook-off on Saturday."
Bolander hesitated. "I promised myself I wouldn't do this but would it be too much trouble if I stuck around here and meet some of your deputies? Maybe do a ride-along with you?"
You got to be kidding me, Kat thought wearily. Then her thoughts returned to Fortay and Bayless. Perhaps having an extra person with plenty of law enforcement experience wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Reluctantly Kat said, "I'm sure we can work something out."
"Thank you, sheriff," Bolander said. He gave Kat another look of appraisal and shook his head. "Damn, I wish all female law enforcement officers looked and dressed like you. I would have never retired."
Kat nodded politely, knowing it wouldn't do any good to engage this man on political correctness etiquette. He didn't really mean anything by his words. He was simply a man of his times.
****
That bastard! Detective Rachel Graham thought as she drove back to the sheriff's office building. She had just been informed that Bayless was back in town and what he had done to Brianna and Ruby. She knew it was him from the beginning. She seethed when she recalled how Bayless had left her bound, gagged, and humiliated a year ago. She vowed to get even and now had her chance.
Her cell phone rang. "Detective Graham," Rachel answered.
"There's been a break-in at the Pennyrich Lingerie Shop on Broadway," came the feminine voice of newly-hired dispatcher Sandy Harris. "The shop owner is at the scene. Deputy Red Thunder is on his way also."
"Thanks, Sandy," Detective Graham said. "On my way."
The Pennyrich Lingerie Shop had recently opened in Dorado City. Linda Pennyrich, the owner, had moved to town six moths ago and felt Dorado City needed an intimate clothing store that catered to women. Though Rachel had never been a costumer she understood the owner's intention. From what she'd heard, Linda Pennyrich had been a lingerie model back in her day. She had never met the woman but that was about to change.
The Pennyrich Lingerie shop stood at the corner of Broadway and Main Street. The building had once been a convenience store. Now it was painted white with pink drapes over the large window next to the door. White letters on the window read: Pennyrich Lingerie. An OPEN sign hung on the door.
Rachel shifted her thoughts from Bayless to the business at hand. Deputy Red Thunder had not arrived yet and she entered shop alone. She felt out of place and a bit intimidated by her surroundings. Racks and mannequins displayed all sorts of racy and intimate lingerie apparel. Rachel didn't own or even contemplated wearing anything in the shop. It just wasn't her.
As usual the tall and shapely detective was dressed in jeans with a leather jacket. A white form-fitting blouse and ankle length boots completed her outfit. Her detective badge was clipped to her belt along with a holstered nine-millimeter pistol. She removed her sunglasses and scanned the shop. There was no sign of anyone in the shop. This was strange. Where . . .
Rachel gasped when she spotted Linda Pennyrich . . . and Bayless! The rouge deputy stood behind the shop owner, who appeared to have her hands bound behind her back. A black cloth of some sort was cinched over Linda's mouth and tightly tied behind her head. It covered most of her face, leaving a pair of desperate blue eyes exposed.
Linda Pennyrich was a tall and striking older woman. She wore her thick brown hair in a bun, which framed an angular face that had once been much more beautiful in her younger days. Her body was lean but still shapely, as evident by the tan skirt and matching jacket she wore.
Rachel immediately reached for her holstered weapon.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, detective," Bayless said, pointing a gun against Linda's head. The woman whimpered through her gag and flinched.
Rachel froze. "You son of a bitch," she told Bayless. "Once a coward always a coward. Hiding behind a woman."
"Guilty as charged," Bayless said with a sinister chuckle. "Is that all you have to say to me after all this time?"
"You're not getting away this time," Rachel said. "You're going down once and for all."
At that moment the door of the shop swung open. Deputy Red Thunder entered. He spotted Bayless holding Linda Pennyrich and reached for his holstered gun.
"No!" Rachel said. "He's got a gun."
Bayless chuckled. "Well, what do we have here?" He studied Red Thunder and shook his head. "Cheerleaders and Indians. Is that who's keeping Durango County safe? How you doing, chief?"
"I'm not a chief," Red Thunder said evenly, glaring at Bayless.
"Sorry. I bet I can guess your Indian name," Bayless said. "Is it Big Dumb and Stupid . . . Cloud?"
Red Thunder reached for his gun but Rachel grabbed his arm. "Take it easy, deputy. That's Bayless."
"Yeah, that's right," Bayless said. "Take it easy, deputy. You wouldn't want this pretty lady to get hurt would you?"
"What do you want, Bayless?" Rachel asked.
"Just wanna have some fun," Bayless said. "Like we used to do, remember?"
Rachel sensed things were about to go from bad to worst.
"Let's see. What game can we play today? I know! Let's play . . . guess-the-color-of-Detective Graham's panties," Bayless said with gusto. "Assuming she's wearing panties. And here's our first contestant . . . Deputy Indian!"
Rachel's stomach knotted. "Bayless, you bastard! If you think . . ."
"Shut up!" Bayless warned. "One more word out of you and the lady here gets a bullet in her leg." He addressed Red Thunder. "Okay, sir, what color panties is the lovely detective wearing today?"
Red Thunder remained stoic and silent. He continued glaring at Bayless.
"You have three seconds to guess or our pretty hostage here gets a bullet to her foot," Bayless announced in a cheesy game show tone. "One . . . two .. ."
"Black," Red Thunder said, never taking his eyes off Bayless.
"Black?" Bayless repeated. He shifted back to game show host mode. "Johnny, let's see what the lady is wearing under those jeans."
"Bayless," Rachel seethed. "I'm warning you . . ."
BOOM!
Everyone flinched as Bayless fired a gunshot between Linda's legs. The woman whimpered and her eyes widened with fear.
"Now, Rachel, pull your pants down or the next bullet will be to Chief Dumb Cloud here," Bayless warned.
Rachel sighed with exasperation. There was no way out of this but to go along with this twisted and perverted game. Anger dominated her face as she unbuckled her belt and undid the button on her jeans. Before she changed her mind she pulled her pants down around her upper thighs, wiggling her hips and backside rather seductively as she did so.
Red Thunder had guessed right. Detective Rachel Graham was indeed wearing black underwear. Satin boy-short panties displayed a pair of silky smooth thighs along with a shapely rear-end. The panties had been a Christmas present from Rachel's mother, who had bought them a size too small. As a result, the underwear left part of her backside exposed.
Inwardly, Rachel fumed with anger and humiliation but remained calm and in control on the outside. The last thing she wanted was to show this bastard how much it bothered her having her jeans down around her thighs. Though she had nothing to be ashamed of physically, her panty-covered backside was not for public display.
"Give that man a prize!" Bayless said, laughing with amusement. Before Red Thunder could reply Bayless said, "You get to choose any outfit in the store for the lovely detective to wear!"
Rachel flinched. She knew it was pointless to argue or threaten Bayless. He had the upper hand and could do whatever he wanted. She could endure some humiliation and embarrassment for the safety others . . . and herself. It was only a matter of time before she got her revenge.
"Screw you," Red Thunder said flatly.
"Here's the deal, chief," Bayless said. "Pick something for our hot detective to wear or she won't be wearing anything at all. It's up to you. You have five seconds to decide."
Red Thunder never faced or glanced at Rachel. With resignation he stepped toward a rack full of costumes and picked one out. He held it up to Bayless but said nothing.
"An excellent choice, chief. I'm beginning to like you alreay." Bayless said with a laugh. He turned to Rachel and said, "Go into the fitting room and put it on. You have five minutes."
"Go have to be kidding," Rachel said flatly. "No way."
"He picked it out," Bayless said, motioning to Red Thunder. "Not me."
Rachel stepped toward Red Thunder and took the costume from him. He avoided eye contact and Rachel could swear he was blushing with shame and embarrassment. She knew there was nothing sexual or personal about his actions. It was all Bayless . . . she told herself.
Five minutes later Detective Rachel Graham emerged from the fitting room, fuming and sporting the outfit Red Thunder had chosen for her to wear. The proud and feisty detective was decked out in a sexy French maid's outfit. A low-cut strapless dress showed off an impressive pair of breasts while a short flared mini skirt exposed a pair of silky smooth thighs and legs. Fishnet stockings with little black and white bows at the front came up past her knees. A small white lace apron completed the outfit, contrasting perfectly with the black dress.
"Ooohlala," Bayless said, taking in the lovely sight of the humiliated and angry detective. Her look of defiance made it even more exciting. "You can clean and dust my house anytime you want."
Red Thunder glanced at Rachel but quicky looked away. He was obviously embarrassed for his colleague and didn't want to add to her humiliation by gawking at her.
"I think it's time we get going," Bayless said.
****
The lunch rush was in full swing at Rosalba's Café when Kat entered. The place was packed and buzzing with excitement as waitresses scurried about, delivering plates of food and taking orders. Since Kat was a regular she attracted little attention beyond subtle admiring glances from several men in the crowd.
It was hard not to stare at the striking brunette county sheriff decked out in a navy blue power suit. The tight skirt revealed feminine curves and a pair of nylon-covered shapely legs. Kat scanned the café for Fortay. Though she was nervous and edgy she appeared calm. She was not about to let Fortay or anyone else know how worried and apprehensive she actually was. Kat had to brace for anything Fortay would throw at her. She had to be.
"Ah, Sheriff Derringer," Kelsey, the pretty young hostess, said pleasantly. "Someone is expecting you. This way please."
Kat followed the hostess toward a booth next to a window. Fortay was sitting there, waiting for her. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and buttoned shirt. A half empty glass of beer was in front of him. He had no reaction as Kat stood over the booth.
"Have a seat, sheriff," Fortay said, motioning to the opposite side of the booth.
The hostess sensed the tension but said nothing. Their waitress would be with them shortly.
Kat sat down across from Fortay. She displayed no fear or apprehension as she made eye contact with him. Their postures resembled two card players playing a high stakes game of poker. Neither gave away anything.
Fortay chuckled. "Relax, sheriff. I know first dates can be intimidating but take it easy. How about a beer?"
"I'm on duty," Kat replied.
"Always a straight arrow," Fortay said. "You wouldn't be in this mess if you had just played along with me. Besides, it's more fun being bad than good. Try it sometime."
"What's the point of all this?" Kat asked. "You can do whatever you want to me. Leave my friends and co-workers out of this. It's all on me."
"How noble," Fortay said, chuckling. "Do you ever get tired of being little-miss-perfect and just be naughty? Like that sexy underwear you're wearing right now. Naughty but nice. That's why you wear it, isn't it? That's your way of being a little bad while still being good."
"Go to hell," Kat said evenly.
Fortay laughed. "I knew that would get a rise out of you. I bet you secretly like being spanked and tied up. It's your way of relinquishing power and control. Am I right?"
Kat picked up Fortay's glass and threw the remaining beer on his face. "Does that answer your question?"
Heads turned and customers gawked at the scene that was unfolding between Kat and Fortay. To his credit, Fortay took it in stride. "I like that," he said, wiping beer from his face. "That's what I'm talking about. But that's going to cost you. I want you to go into the bathroom, take off your panties, and give them to me."
Kat's heart dropped. "Drop dead."
Fortay reached into his pocket and produced his cell phone. "Do what you're told or I'll call my partner and tell him to deliver copies of the video to the local high school. I'm sure those hormone jacked-up teenage boys will get a kick out of seeing your great performance.What's it going to be, sheriff? You're panties . . . or the video?"
Kat gasped and recoiled when she felt Fortay's foot rubbing against her leg under the table. She glared at him with disgust. "You're a dead man, Fortay.
"I'm waiting, sheriff." Fortay said, leering at Kat.
Kat sighed and stood from the booth. Without saying another word she made her way to the bathroom located near the back of the café. Luckily, the women's bathroom was not occupied. Kat stepped inside the bathroom, locked the door, and exhaled dejectedly. Before she lost her nerve she pulled her knee length skirt up around her waist.
A minute later Kat emerged from the bathroom and walked back toward the booth where Fortay waited for her. Her cheeks burned with humiliation and anger as she strolled past the crowded diner. Fortay was going to pay big time for this. She sat in front of the smug bastard, glaring at him. She could kill him on the spot.
"Hand them over," Fortay said, waving with his hand.
Kat fought back anger and embarrassment as she reached into the waistband of her skirt and pulled out her bunched up white lacy panties. She looked about the café and then discreetly reached over the table and threw the panties on Fortay's lap.
"Happy now?" Kat asked evenly.
"Very," Fortay said. "Don't worry, you'll get them back somehow."
"I'm going to take you down, Fortay," Kat said. "Enjoy it while you can,"
"Oh, I'm having fun all right," Fortay chuckled "And speaking of fun, I have something for you."
Fortay reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He placed it on the table and pushed it toward Kat. She looked down at the folded paper but didn't reach for it.
"Go ahead," Fortay said, motioning to the paper.
Kat picked up the paper and unfolded it. It was a letter size sheet of paper with typed writing on it. At the top of the page bold black letters said, SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT DRESS CODE. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. Kat's heart sank when she read the following:
1. All female personal must wear skirts with high heels and stockings. NO EXCEPTIONS.
2. Any violation of this policy will be dealt with and punished immediately.
"What do you think?" Fortay said, leering at Kat.
"You sick bastard," Kat said, seething. "There's no way anyone will agree to this."
"I'm sure you can convince them," Fortay said. "Unless you want me to start distributing copies of that cute video."
At that moment a young woman approached the booth. Kat recognized her as Jaqui Kenston, one of the waitresses from the café incident the other night. She glanced at Fortay and her smile faded. Fortay looked up at Jaqui but said nothing.
Jaqui looked away. "Hi, sheriff," the girl said, rattled. "How you doing today?"
"Fine, Jaqui," Kat said, noting the tension on Jaqui's face.
Jaqui addressed Fortay. "Hello."
"Hi there," Fortay said, looking Jaqui up and down.
Jaqui shifted nervously. "What can I get you today?"
"Nothing for me, thank you," Kat said, glaring at Fortay.
"And you . . . sir?"
"Another beer," Fortay said.
"Oh, sheriff," Jaqui suddenly said. "Rosa wants to talk to you in the kitchen."
Kat knew this was Jaqui's way of luring her away from Fortay. The girl had somehow recognized Fortay as the man who had bound and gagged her the other night.
"Excuse me," Kat told Fortay.
She stood and followed Jaqui across the café toward the back of the café. As soon as they entered the kitchen area Jaqui turned to Kat.
"It's him, sheriff!" the girl told Kat. "That's the guy who held us at gunpoint and tied us up! Arrest him!"
"Are you sure?"
"I know it's him," Jaqui said desperately. "I can still see his eyes and hear his voice. It's definitely him. Who is he? Do you know him?"
"He's . . . an old friend from Palm City," Kat said.
"That's the guy! It's him!" Jaqui said desperately. Her panic suddenly turned to anger. "That son of a . . ."
The girl made a move toward the swinging door but Kat stopped her. "Let me handle this, Jaqui. Stay here."
Kat spoke with authority and the girl obeyed. Kat returned to the booth where she and Fortay had been sitting. He was gone. Kat sighed with relief. She knew this thing was far from over. It was only the beginning.
Kat's cell phone rang. Now what? she wondered.
"Sheriff Derringer," Kat answered.
"Sheriff, it's Deputy Red Thunder," came the voice over the phone. "Got some bad news for you."
Kat braced herself. "What is it, deputy?"
"Detective Graham and I were responding to a call at the Pennyrich Lingerie Shop. A break-in. Bayless was there, holding the shop owner hostage. Het took Detective Graham and the owner hostage. He shot out the fires on my patrol car and left with them."
Kat's stomach knotted. This was no doubt more of Fortay's doing. "Alert all the other deputies and start a search."
"What about me?" Red Thunder said. "I'm stuck here with four flat tires."
"I'll pick you up," Kat said. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
****
Dorado City Mayor Bradley Stone came home for lunch. Lately, he'd been putting on weight. Too many lunches at Rosalba's Café would do that if you made it a habit. He was divorced and single and had no one to help him with his food choices. Today he would eat something light at his house and go back to work.
As Stone pulled up to his house he was greeted by a stunning sight. A big elm tree stood in the middle of his front yard. This time there was something else waiting for him besides the huge tree. Two attractive women stood against the tree. Actually, they were tied to the tree-one on each side. Their hands were pulled behind their backs and rope was lashed around their ankles, knees, thighs, waists, and arms. They shared the ropes, which went around both women and kept them helplessly secured against the tree. They were also gagged with thick black cloths tied between their mouths and tied tightly behind her heads.
If that wasn't jarring enough, both women were not exactly in a modest state of dress or . . . undress. One of them, who looked familiar to Stone, was dressed in a French maid outfit while the other one was clad only in a lacy red bra, matching skimpy panties, and a pair of black thigh-high stockings. Both women looked helpless and vulnerable as they struggled against their bindings.
Stone stepped out of his car and walked across his lawn, still not believing what he was seeing. The two women spotted him and began moaning and groaning through their gags. The one dressed as a French Maid was obviously angry and agitated, as evident by her eyes and intense groaning. Despite the desperate situation, a look of amusement and pleasure flashed in Stone's eyes and face.
"What in the world . . ." Stone muttered, standing before the two women.
Rachel and Linda pleaded for release, trying to utter coherent words through their gags, which came out as incoherent mumbling. They noticed the mayor of Dorado City swept his eyes over their entire bodies. His gaze come to rest on Rachel's agitated face.
"Detective Graham?" Stone asked, shocked. "Is that you?"
Rachel rolled her eyes and nodded frantically. "Hmnmm ggmmm admmmmm mmmmm!"
Stone made a move toward the two women but stopped. "Wait, this is obviously a crime scene and should remain untouched. Am I right?"
Rachel's eyes flashed with surprise and disbelief. She shook her head frantically and mumbled through her gag. Again, she pleaded for release . . . which came out as mewing and moaning. Her desperate and angry eyes, however, spoke volumes.
Stone ignored Rachel's angry reaction and reached for his cell phone. "Don't worry ladies, as soon as I call the sheriff I'm sure you'll be released."
Detective Rachel Graham could not believe this was happening. She was dressed in a trashy French maid outfit and tightly bound and gagged against a tree with another woman, in the front yard of the mayor's house. It was like a bad and embarrassing dream, only it was real.
****
Lindy Derringer was not about to standby and do nothing as her older sister got blackmailed by two scum-bags who belonged in jail, which was too good an option for them. She had been at the station when the dispatcher called Detective Graham and Deputy Red Thunder about the break in at the lingerie store.
She borrowed Allison's car and drove to the lingerie shop on her own, not telling anyone about her intentions. She had a hunch Bayless or Fortay were behind the break in and this was another move in their twisted game with the sheriff's department.
Lindy parked two blocks away and watched as Detective Graham and then Deputy Red Thunder entered the shop. She could not see inside so she waited for something to happen. She watched Bayless emerge from the shop with Rachel and another woman. For some reason Rachel was dressed in a sleazy maid's outfit and the woman was stripped down to her underwear. Both women were tied and gagged and were forced into a car. Bayless shot the tires on Deputy Red Thunder's patrol car and sped off.
With her heart racing with excitement and revenge on her mind, Lindy went after Bayless, keeping her distance. She followed him to the mayor's house and watched as he tied Rachel and the other woman to a tree in the front yard. She seethed as she watched him. Since Rachel and the other woman seemed unharmed, Lindy decided to leave them behind and go after Bayless.
She knew Bayless and Fortay had to be hiding out somewhere. If she could find where, maybe she could also find that video they were using to blackmail her sister. She had to be discreet though and not get too confident. She was not in uniform and was sure Bayless didn't recognize Allison's car.
She followed Bayless through town, keeping her distance. She saw Bayless make a sharp left turn down the street and disappear from sight. Lindy sped up. She didn't want to lose him. She turned and saw him turn into an alleyway behind and abandoned movie theater and other shops.
Lindy knew she had to be careful or she would get spotted. She slowed down and turned into the alleyway. She stopped when she saw Bayless's car parked behind a building. Fortunately, Lindy had brought along her service weapon. She drew the nine-millimeter from her service belt and got out of the car.
Gun in hand, and being completely aware of her surroundings, Lindy approached Bayless's car. She darted in front of the passenger door, aiming her gun into the car. To her utter surprise, she found Bayless leaning back against the seat looking rather calm. He wore dark sunglasses and glanced up at her. A smile appeared on his face.
"Hold it right there, Bayless!" Lindy shouted. "Put your hands up!"
"Come on, Lindy," Bayless said. "Is this anyway to treat a former deputy?"
"Shut up and get out of the car," Lindy said, fighting to keep her anger in check.
Bayless shrugged. "Whatever you say, deputy."
Lindy stepped back, allowing Fortay to get out of the car, all the while keeping her gun trained on him. She wasn't taking any chances.
"Why don't we forget the whole thing and have lunch," Bayless said. "My treat."
"Where's Fortay?"
Bayless smiled. "He's right behind you."
Lindy spun around, ready to shoot. Sure enough Fortay stood several meters away from her. He had his arms raised . . .
"Ugghhh!" Lindy gasped as Bayless slammed into her from behind.
BAM! Lindy's gun went off, firing a stray gunshot into the air as Fortay wrapped his arms around her and tackled her to the ground.
Lindy lost her grip on her gun. She kicked and writhed as Bayless tried to subdue her with his superior strength. They rolled along the ground engaged a fierce wrestling match. Bayless wrapped his arms and legs around his smaller opponent, subduing Lindy, who kicked and squirmed like her life depended on it.
Bayless laughed and looked up at Fortay. "She's a wild one! I think we need to secure her. Get the stuff!"
"Let go of me or I'm going to kill you!" Lindy said through heaving breathing.
"Still the same old Lindy," Bayless laughed. "You haven't changed a bit. I like that."
"I'm gonna kick your ass so bad you won't be able to sit down for week!" Lindy seethed, growling with outrage.
Bayless laughed out loud. "Nice. Where did you learn that one?"
Fortay returned with several plastic zip-ties. Bayless rolled Lindy over on her stomach and straddled her lower back, pinning her against the ground. Lindy kicked and writhed but Bayless controlled her with his heavier weight and strength.
"Get off me you creep!" Lindy shouted.
"I would hold still if I were you," Bayless said. "You don't want to turn me on, do you?"
Bayless wrestled Lindy's arms behind her back, gathering her wrists together. Fortay handed Bayless a zip-tie. He quickly secured Lindy's wrists with the zip-tie, tying it extra tight. Lindy gasped and groaned when she felt the plastic tie cutting into her wrists.
"This girl is tough," Bayless said. "Let's give her the full treatment."
Fortay handed Bayless another zip-tie. He used it to tie Lindy's elbows togther behind her back. Lindy cursed and moaned as Bayless tightened the zip-tie. He used a pocket knife to cut-off the excess plastic tie on her wrists and elbows.
"You bastard!" Lindy growled. Any other woman in the same situation would have screamed her head off, but Lindy had never thought of herself as a damsel in distress.
Bayless rolled off Lindy, grabbed her upper arms, and pulled her up to a standing position. He wrapped a strong arm around her, holding her tight.
"Tie her legs," Bayless told Fortay. "Make it tight."
Fortay knelt before Lindy's flailing legs and secured her ankles with a zip-tie, cinching it extra tight. He applied another zip-tie just above her knees and another one around her thighs. Bayless handed him the pocket knife, which Fortay used to cut off the excess plastic on the zip-ties.
"You guys should be proud of yourselves," Lindy said, squirming. "Two big and strong men tying up a single girl. Congratulations."
"Shut her up," Bayless growled.
Fortay went back to the car and returned with a roll of duct tape.
"Stuff her mouth first," Bayless told Fortay. "We want to keep her real quiet."
"I got just what we need?" Fortay said, reaching into his pocket. He smiled as he produced Kat's white lace panties, holding them up in front of Lindy.
Bayless smiled. "I'm not even going to ask how you got those but they'll do nicely. Glad to see you're learning. I love gagging a woman. Hold her steady."
Bayless literally tossed Lindy over to Fortay. Before she could topple over Fortay caught her and held her upright.
Much to Lindy's dismay and outrage, Bayless took the panties from Fortay and held them up in front of her face. He gripped Lindy's jaw. "Open up, doll face."
Lindy glared at him. The panties had obviously been worn and looked familiar. "Screw you!" Lindy spat, clamping her mouth shut.
"I like it when they fight," Bayless told Fortay. "Makes it more satisfying."
Bayless clamped his fingers on Lindy's nose, cutting-off her air. Lindy kept her mouth closed and shook her head but Bayless held her nose tight . . . until she was forced to inhale through her mouth. Bayless quickly stuffed the panties in her mouth. She growled with protest as Fortay quickly wrapped duct over her mouth and around her head. He made several turns until he sealed the panties inside her mouth.
Lindy went mad, cursing, grunting, and struggling. Fortay let her go. Being tightly bound with zip-ties, the angry sheriff's deputy lost her balance and toppled over. She broke her fall with her knees before hitting the ground on her side with a painful grunt.
"Oops!" Bayless laughed.
Lindy glared up at him and attempted to kick him with her bound legs. He easily sidestepped her legs and stepped back.
"What are we going to do with her?" Fortay asked.
Bayless grinned. "Oh, we'll think of something."
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