LOCATION Midwest United States
Description
Police Officer Jenna Russert told herself at first that she wasn't bothered by the fact her new boyfriend Alex Pavlecki lacked a college degree and earned less than she did. Alex, a forklift operator on the overnight shift at a truck terminal, solemnly assured Jen he was not only enrolled in tech school but was halfway toward his bachelor's degree in logistics management. Jen disregarded the urgings of Officer Kerrie McCord, her patrol partner and best friend, to verify Alex's claims. She had a conducted a thorough background check prior to becoming sexually intimate with him, improperly accessing the in-state and federal databases to determine if he had an arrest history. Aside from underage drinking citations, Alex had never run afoul of the law.
It wasn't long however before Alex began making what she considered unreasonable demands of her in bed. His insistence on oral sex didn't concern Jen nearly as much as his unsubtle hints that he wanted her to suck him off while wearing her own handcuffs. He professed altar-boy innocence when she discovered he'd been using her laptop to peruse a sex-toy website specializing in ballgags and other BDSM regalia. Matters finally came to head the Sunday Alex invited himself and four sketchy-looking friends over to her apartment for an afternoon of beer and football and locker-room vulgarity. His buds treated Jen like a Hooters waitress. She belatedly heeded her street cop's instincts by stealing outside to record license plates with her smartphone. During her next tour of duty, she typed the plate numbers into the Motor Vehicle Registry files to obtain full names and DOBs. To her horror, Alex's friends were all convicted felons; one was even wanted on an active warrant for sexual assault. She then phoned the registrar's office at West Valley Technical Institute and was informed they had no record of a student named Alex Pavlecki. What else had he lied to her about?
Jen immediately confronted Alex, who sullenly asserted a man had a right to choose who he associated with. The heated verbal exchange that ensued ended with Jenna telling Alex she never wanted to see or hear from him again. Kerrie commiserated with her in the aftermath of the breakup, saying that she had been wary of Alex from the start and was pleased to see Jenna had come to her senses. Neither had any reason to suspect that Alex Pavlicek was not one to let bygones be bygones.
While on patrol three nights later, Jenna and Kerrie were dispatched to a 10-46 (abandoned/disabled vehicle) on a desolate backstreet at 4:11 a.m. They found a late model Range Rover idling at the curb with its lift gate open. Leaving their cruiser to investigate, the policewomen were swarmed and overpowered by ski-masked figures moving with Ninja-like speed and ferocity. Kerrie and Jen were swiftly disarmed as a prelude to being stripped of Kevlar vests and uniforms. Trembling in bras and panties, they offered not even token resistance as their wrists were locked behind their backs in police-issue handcuffs (their own as it happened) and their ankles were cinched firmly together with police issue cable ties. Jenna and Kerrie were then cruelly silenced with ball gags and manhandled into the cargo bay of the Range Rover, a process that entailed gratuitous ass-grabbing and mauling of breasts.
Their destination was Vantage Freight & Transfer, by no coincidence Alex Pavlecki's workplace. Still unable to process their brutally swift transition from kickass street cops to handcuffed and gagged kidnap victims, Kerrie and Jenna were removed from the vehicle and seated on the concrete floor. Alex loomed over them with a wickedly sharp knife in his gloved hand. He wasted no time vindictively sawing through Jenna's bra straps to bare her ripe breasts. She and Kerrie mewled through their gags while straining uselessly against their double-locked cuffs.
Alex smirked at Jenna. "You skank, think you can cut my heart out and walk away just because you're a cop? Except now you don't have a gun, badge or backup, so I'd say you're totally fucked--which won't be a figure of speech before me and my friends are done with you." He turned slowly to Kerrie McCord with a scathing look. "Bitch, I blame you for this bullshit because I know for a fact you turned her against me. I have scores to settle with both of you lying, treacherous cunts--starting now."
TO BE CONTINUED
