" Afternoon at Cozyville" by TommyVictim

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: An Afternoon at Cozy's





Anytime a stranger passed through our town of Cozyville, North Carolina, in June and remarked how oppressive the heat was, we'd hardly respond. After all, part of living here was dealing with the 90+ heat and humidity. But this day was too much for even us locals. Everyone in town seemed to stay indoors with access to a/c or fans, and traffic was sparse, even for this sleepy lil ol' hamlet.

I arrived at Cozy's Outdoor and Hardware, where I was a clerk. Formerly a private residence, the house was sold and converted into a store for camping, hunting and hardware supplies. The brutal economy deprived us of funding for exterior enhancement; the outside of the store begged for a fresh coat of paint and new siding.

"Shelly!" I called as I entered through the front door.

"Over here, Tommy."

A couple of seconds later, the manager and proprietor, Shelly Tuckman, emerged from around a corner. She was in her early 40's, 5'10", average build, with blonde hair which extended to just above the shoulders. She was in her usual business attire, which consisted of an "All American Tractor" tshirt and faded blue jeans. She wore flip-flops into the store, but immediately upon entering, she'd kick them off. The casual country home girl she was, Shelly preferred to work in her bare feet.

"It sure is a hot one out there," I said, "even for around here, isn't it?"

"You're telling me! It's gonna be a slow day, with hardly anyone wanting to go out in this weather. But it'll give me a chance to keep up with the books and other records, and you can get the supply room back to snuff."

"Right." I said as I walked toward the supply room to unload boxes of new merchandise and place them on the proper shelves. Shelly turned on the stereo, which filled the store with the strains of country music artists. She hummed away and took out a ledger book.

A couple of hours later, I heard the sound of tires in our small, dirt parking lot.

"Is that a customer, Tommy?"

I looked out the window and saw a Shefiff's Department patrol car with a young woman in an officer's uniform behind the wheel.

"No, Shelly, it's Marlene."

The sound of Shelly's bare feet padded across the wooden floor. "Oh," she said, "must be a slow day for her, too."

In Cozyville, North Carolina, everybody knows everybody, and that includes store employees, customers, regular people on the street, and law enforcement officers.

Deputy Marlene Kerhauser exited the cruiser and walked into the store. She was about Shelly's height, although a little more slender. Her long, basically straight blonde hair was fashioned in a bun underneath a regulation Smokey-The-Bear hat. The rest of her uniform consisted of a long-sleeve blue shirt with badge, name tag, and necktie; black trousers with regulation stripes down the sides; black, shined patrol boots, and a utility belt, which sported a pistol, walkie-talkie, handcuffs, and stun device.

Marlene looked at us incredibly.

"Can I be an employee here?" she asked. "The radio said this is the hottest day in the history of Cozyville, and while you two get to work nice and casual with a/c, I have to work everyday in this oven of a uniform!"

"Aww, sorry hon." Shelly smiled. "But at least they give you a/c in those patrol cars, don't they?"

"That may not be for much longer." the Deputy replied. "For the new county budget, they're really pushing to eliminate certain items from the Sheriff's Department, and that includes a/c in our cruisers."

"Damn, that's rough, Marlene!" I said. "So, what brings you over here? Slow day for you too, eh?"

Deputy Kerhauser shook her head.

"No. I dropped by to let you two know of a CWLEA."

Shelly and I were stupified.

"Huh?" we asked in unison.

"That's County-Wide Law Enforcement Alert."

"Well, hon, why didn't you just say so?" said Shelly with a smirk.

Officer Kerhauser allowed herself a grin and handed us a photograph.

"This is Belle Baconcart. She's serving a sentence at the county correction facility."

"What'd she do?" asked Shelly.

"Ol' Belle is multi-talented, you might say. Armed robbery...kidnapping, the like."

"Sunday school girl." I observed.

"Anyway," Marlene continued, "she was on a labor detail this morning and escaped. All law enforcement units are combing the area for her. If you see her, contact the Cozyville Sheriff's Department. I especially came to see you about this because your store has lots of things a fugitive would find helpful."

"Uh," Shelly said, "our sign says "Cozyville Outdoor and Hardware, not Escapee Playtoys."

"But you do carry various knives for fishing and hunting, assorted rifles and shotguns, ammunition, rope, and so on." Marlene explained. "Not to mention whatever money you have on hand. Make no mistake about it, Belle's a genuine redneck country girl, and she combines that with her desparate criminal tendencies for trouble. Read me?"

Shelly and I nodded.

"If you see her," the deputy repeated, "call the station. Don't be a hero or heroine, because Belle's handled plenty of those."

"Got it." I said.

"Chances are, you're not going to run across her at all, but it's my job to let you know." Marlene said as she opened the door.

"Thanks, hon." Shelly said. "Try to stay cool, will you?"

Deputy Kerhauser smiled, pointed a finger at Shelly and walked to her patrol car.

The Sheriff's Department cruiser kicked up a cloud of dust and dirt as it exited the store's parking lot and headed for the highway. Shelly and I took one more look at the photograph, looked at each other and shrugged. After all, it was a hot, lazy Sunday afternoon.

II.

"Hey, Shelly. I'm almost done with the supplies. How are you doing?"

The wall clock read 3pm, and Shelly wanted to close for the day at 3:30.

"Um, Tommy, do you remember what Marlene told us about that fugitive this morning?" Shelly's voice called from around the corner.

"Yeah, but give me a break! That broad's probobly been caught already. You still wanna close at 3:30?"

I suddenly saw Shelly walk quickly from around the corner, and close behind her was another woman who had what appeared to be a gun pressed against Shelly's back. The woman pushed Shelly aside and displayed a black pistol prominently. The woman must've been in her 40's, pushing 50. Her height and build were similar to Shelly, and this woman had short red hair. The stranger wore a gray t-shirt with the words, "Cozyville Correctional Facility" stenciled on the front. Gray slacks with a number stenciled on them and black flip-flops completed her wardrobe.

"Hi, Y'allll" she bellowed. "My name's Belle Baconcart. Pleased to meet ya!"

Shelly and I stared at each other open-mouthed. OMG, we thoght, it's her!

III.

Shelly and I stood side by side with our hands in the air, as we were ordered.

"Now, don't y'all try nothin' durn stupid." Belle said, "I'm a purty good shot. Well, in case y'all were wondrin', I saw this nice ol' place and stopped in for a visit. I'm right popular, doncha know!"

"Yes, Ms. Baconcart." Shelly said. "We know. But you should know that the Sheriff's Department was over here warning us about you this morning, and they'll be wondering about us."

"Not really, Darlin'", Belle replied. "They'll be a-wondrin' 'bout somebody dressed like you."

The fugitve wiped perspiration from her brow and said, "Whewwwwiiiieee! It's sure hotter than blazes, ain't it? Well, why don't you two make yourselfs nice and comfy and get outta those clothes!"

Shelly and I first looked at each other in horror, then back at Belle.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that." Belle said. "I mean, Simon Says get outta your clothes, starting with you, young man!"

The way the villainess pointed the pistol convinced me there was no other course of action for me to take. I removed my sandals, unbuttoned and shed my short sleeve shirt, and unfastened my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I was now clad only in my tight, dark blue bikini briefs.

"Whoooooeeeee!" Belle exclaimed, as she perused my scantily-clad, hairy body. "All that time in a women's lock-up and I finally git to see a man."

"Um," Shelly said, "I must tell you that I'm not wearing a bra."

"Can't say I blame ya, Darlin, with this durn heat! But don't you worry your purty lil' head off now, cuz I'm fresh outta the women's lock up, and it ain't nothin' I ain't seen before."

Shelly sighed and obeyed. She pulled off the tshirt and her well-proportioned breasts bounced in response. She quickly raised her hands to cover them.

"Now, now, Darlin', git those hands away from there! You still gotta git outta those jeans, and besides, like I said, they ain't nothin' I ain't seen before."

Shelly lowered her hands to her jeans, unbuttoned them, let them drop to the floor and climbed out of them. She was clad only in a black thong.

"Well, ain't you two a sight for sore eyes!" the fugitive observed.

Belle found a couple of pre-packaged handkerchiefs on the counter. After removing the plastic covering, she handed one each to me and Shelly.

"Now wad them things up and stuff 'em in your mouths!"

Shelly and I compressed the handkerchiefs into the smallest possible balls. We faced each other and took a second to look the other over. My eyes slowly moved from her toes, up her legs, to her thong, to her breasts and finally to her face. For a moment, I forgot about the danger and felt sexy. Whatever Shelly's impression of my body was at that moment, I didn't know.

Belle watched us stuff the cloths into each other's mouths and said, "Awwwwwww, shucks! Just like at a weddin', where the happy couple shove the cake into each other's yaps."

She reached over to a rack where bandannas hung and selected two red ones. They were formed into long, thin cylinders.

"Here, lover boy." Belle said to me as she handed me one of the formed bandannas. "Wedge that middle between your girlfriend's lips 'n tie the two ends behind her purty lil' head, and make it tight!"

"Ooomph!" she piped up as I knotted the gag behind her head and probobly got a little of her hair caught.

Belle then handed a formed bandanna to Shelly and ordered her to gag me likewise. I was a bit taller than her, and she tried to reach up to accomplish the task.

"Oh, I git it! Boyfriend's too tall, Darlin'? Okay, Dude, down on your knees."

I slowly lowered myself to my knees and saw an evil, satisfied expression on Belle's face as the bandanna was wedged between my lips and tied off behind my head.

After I raised myself back up, the fugitive handed both of us a couple of burlap sacks.

"Now, the three of us are a-gonna take a nice lil' walk behind the counter, and ya'll gonna fill those sacks with money."

"Mmmphhh..nmmmphhh." Shelly and I moaned.

"Dontcha give me no lip now!"

Minutes later, the cash register and drawers were emptied of money and placed in the sacks, which the fugitive gladly took. Belle then ordered me to take one of the portable, folding outdoor camping cots and assemble it.

"Go ahead, lover boy, lay down on it--on your back. Then stretch your arms to the top and spread your legs a little."

As I lay on the cot in a basically spread-eagle position, I saw Belle take some tent rope and cut it up into several lengths with a fishing knife.

Oh, no, I thought. The bitch is gonna have me tied to this cot!

"Okay now, Darlin. Take these ropes 'n tie your boyfriends's hands and feet to the beams of that cot." Belle ordered Shelly in confirmation of my suspicion.

Shelly knelt beside the cot and sobbed softly into her gag as she tied each of my wrists and ankles down to the cot.

"Make it nice 'n tight, Darlin', cause I'm a-gonna check!"

Belle would've been proud of Shelly's rope work, because I wiggled my hands and bare feet and tried thrusting myself upward, but my ropes were secure.

"Mmmphhh!" I protested.

"Looks like the lady's good with rope" Bell said as she checked my knots. "Don't you worry...you ain't goin' nowhere."

I watched helplessly as Shelly was made to walk to the rifle/shotgun case, unlock it and hand Belle a 12-guage pump shotgun and shells.

"Remington. My favorite brand. Now go on over there and lay face-down on your boyfriend."

"Mmmmphh?" was Shelly's shocked response.

"Now, sweetie! Don't make me tell ya again!"

I listened to Shelly's sigh and the sound of her bare feet once again padding on the floor as she walked over to the cot. As she lay face-down on top of me, I felt her breasts press against me and her bare feet slide against mine. Belle made Shelly extend her arms over her and tied her wrists to mine. Our ankles were tied the same way. As a final touch, Belle tied our upper bodies together. Our natural reaction was to squirm in an attempt to free ourselves, but this caused us to thrust against each other as lovers do, and this wasn't unnoticed by Belle.

"Awwww, ain't that so romantic!"

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" we grunted as the cot squeaked beneath our exertions.

"Hell, now, if I didn't know better, I'd say ya'll were on a hot date!"

I admitted to myself that as dangerous as our situation was, I felt like I was on a hot date with Shelly. I was aroused and hard, and I knew Shelly could feel that as her body pressed against mine as we tried to free ourselves. She kept her eyes closed, shook her head a little and sobbed into her gag. Was it because she was worried what else Belle would do to us, or had Shelly discovered the intimate feelings that were overtaking me?

"Mmmph." I said to her, as if it would do any good, but Shelly remained silent.

We both heard a noise and looked up. Belle was stripping. After kicking off the flip-flops, pulling off the prison trousers, and taking off the regulation t-shirt, the fugitive was clad only in a white bra and panties.

"Y'all know that for all the tax money y'all spend on us prisoners, these jail clothes really suck. Might as well jes get outta them for now and get nice 'n comfy myself."

Belle padded barefoot to a chair, took one of Shelly's cigarrettes, lit up and lost herself in thought, no doubt what her next move would be and what/if/how that move would involve us.

A few minutes later, the sound of tires could be heard in the driveway. Belle leaped from the chair, picked up the assembled, loaded pump shotgun and ran to the window.

"Well now, lookie here! Looks like we've got ourselves a Shefiff's car outside and a purty officer just got out. This keeps getting better and better...right, y'all?"

Shelly and I began to struggle and squirm again. As we breathed heavy and grunted into our gags, we were both siezed by the same alarming thought.

...OMG! Marlene!

IV.

Of course, Marlene hadn't the slightest inkling as she exited the cruiser, bounded up the steps and entered the store.

"Hey, you guys. The latest CWLEA reports that Belle Baconcart is...Oh, my God!!"

Marlene gasped as she saw the two of us, stripped and tied to the cot against each other, thrusting against each other.

"Mmmphh! Nmmmphh!" Shelly and I tried to warn through our gags.

Marlene raced toward us, then heard the door close behind her. She whirled around and saw Belle, clad only in bra and panties with the shotgun leveled at her. It was too late. Marlene raised her hands as she was intructed in her academy training for such events.

"Well, well...Deputy Kerhauser, so glad ya could make it!"

"Let Tommy and Shelly go, Belle. You're in big trouble!"

As Belle watched me and Shelly squirm against each other and moan into our gags, she said, "I don't think you git it, Deputy. Those two are feelin' kinky, so I helped them get their rocks off for each other. And I think you're in bigger trouble than me!"

"Belle, you've already been convicted of armed robbery and kidnapping. As of today, further charges of escape from a facility, robbery, another count of kidnapping, and assaulting an officer of the law will be added. You can only make things worse for yourself by continuing this.

"My, my, Deputy, aren't you a smarty! Well, y'know, I ain't much at doin' the math 'bout this, but I know I'm in the 'ol driver's seat now."

"So what are you going to do with us?"

"Well, I'm mighty glad you asked, Deputy. Me and my two friends over there are spending the day in just our undies to beat the heat, and it would be a cryin' shame for a nice girl like you to feel left out..."

"Oh,my God, Belle...no...you don't mean.."

"Yessssirreee, sweetie. Take off that gun belt and strip!"

V.

Shelly and I watched helplessly as a friend, deputy, symbol of authority, and pillar of the community was degraded. In a short time, Marlene's gunbelt and uniform lay in a heap on the countertop. Deputy Marlene Kerhauser stood before us clad only in a white bra and matching thong. Per Belle's orders, she also let her hair down, which extended past her shoulders.

"Belle, I'm warning you again. You're digging a deeper and deeper hole for yourself."

"Well, I'm a mighty-fine prospector, sweetie. Now, lay down on that cot."

Marlene had been made to assemble another cot and set it next to ours. The deputy sighed and lay on her back, waiting for what was next.

Belle reached into Marlene's pistol belt, withdrew her handcuffs and knelt beside the deputy's cot.

"The look familiar, sweetie?" Belle said as she dangled the cuffs before Marlene.

The deputy grimaced as her arms were pulled above her head and her wrists cuffed to a crossbar with an ominous 'click.'

"Oww!" Marlene whined.

"Welcome to the club, Deputy. You just noticed those weren't made for comfort, did ya?"

Shelly and I squirmed a little more, but our energies were focused on Marlene and our hope that she wouldn't be hurt.

"Belle, the law enforcement patrols from the county and state are combing the area for you. You won't get far."

"Y'know, sweetie, that's what they said when I was in the lock-up the other day. I should be offended at your puttin' me down like that, but I guess you can't help it, bein' a deputy and all."

Marlene sighed heavily as each of her bare feet were tied at the ankles to the bars at the end of the cot. The deputy thrashed about, but her struggles were in vain.

"Mmmphh." Shelly and I moaned together, as we beheld Marlene's helplessness.

Soon, Belle had dressed in Marlene's uniform, including the pisol belt and regulation Smokey The Bear uniform hat.

"How's this fit?" Belle said. "Y'know, on a hot day like this, I'd much prefer hangin' out in my undies like you folks, but I've got places to go and things to do...y'all know the deal.

"Add another charge to your long record, Belle." Marlene sneered, "...impersonating a sheriff's deputy!"

Belle procured another handkerchief, compressed it and knelt beside Marlene. The helpless deputy squirmed ferociously as she realized she was about to be gagged.

"No..no...you'll never get away with-mmmmmmphhh".

The cloth was shoved deep into Marlene's mouth, and Belle finished the job by sealing the deputy's lips with large strips of tape.

"Mmmphh! Mmmphh-mmmphhhh!" Marlene grunted angrily.

"Now, now, Deputy. Didn't your mamma teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"

Belle smugly surveyed us.

"Well now, looks like my work here is done, y'all. First, I'm gonna thank this kinky couple for the dandy service."

"Mmmphhh!" Shelly and me groaned as Belle nodded toward us.

"Finally, but not least, thank you, Deputy Kerhauser, for the use of your uniform and squad car."

"Mmmmphh-ummmphhh-mmmmrrmmmmfff!" Marlene roared.

Belle spotted a "Help Wanted" sign by the wall and posted it in the window. There was no getting around it: she was right. The fugitive/deputy imposter then turned off the air conditioner.

"Mmmphhh! Nmmmmphhh!" Shelly, Marlene and I groaned.

"Shame to do this on such a hot day, y'all, but you know how important it is to cut energy costs in these tough times."

Belle laughed, waved goodbye, closed the door and walked out to the squad car. Shelly and I struggled mightily in hopes that a knot or two could be loosened.

"Mmmphhhh...uhmmphhhh..mmmph-mmmph-mmmphhh!" as our cot squeaked to our thrusting bodies. In a way, I was happy we were so briefly clad, as the lack of a/c would make the heat even more oppressive. Shelly and I were soon transformed into a stripped, bound, gagged, squirming ball of sweat. On the next cot, Marlene, stripped, cuffed, tied, gagged, humiliated, thrashed wildly. Shelly and I could already see the perspiration glisten off her body and soiled lingerie.

VI.

Eventually, someone walked in to inquire about the "Help Wanted" sign and found us. I later discussed my intimate feelings in that situation with Shelly, and much to my happy surprise, she said she was feeling the same way, and we were lovers for a few years afterward. Marlene was so embarrassed by what happened to her that she resigned from the Cozyville Sheriff's Department and moved from the area. As for Belle Baconcart? Well, she was eventually apprehended a week later and given an even bigger sentence for her additional crimes. But before we end this with the idea that criminals always get their just desserts, it should be reported that her exploits, especially what she did to me, Shelly and Marlene, became national media fodder, and Belle has since become an icon of sorts. Her autobiography is due in bookstores soon.

The End.