It had been an easy day for Sheriff Natalie Smith, a dark skinned young woman with short black hair and hazel eyes, a fairly athletic figure and a bust she was rather proud off. The worst crimes in town had been a couple of speeders and a single shoplifter. Now as she parked in front of her house she was ready for a relaxing bath followed by a couple hours of Netflix.
Her house was located almost twenty minutes out of town and at least five minutes from her nearest neighbors. She’d bought it early into her career, long before she’d been promoted. The only reason she’d been able to afford it was because of a financial reward she received for
providing a tip to the FBI that led to them arresting a teacher in town for several murders. In addition to the financial reward, the arrest had helped boost her career, made her one of the most beloved cops in town, and resulted in her being promoted to Sheriff after only three years on the force.
But in truth she hadn’t helped in the arrest of a dangerous killer. All of the evidence had been planted and faked by her. But thanks to the massive amount of attention that was on the case, how how much outrage there would have been if the FBI had cleared the teacher and admitted they had had the wrong person, he’d been convicted and Natalie became a hero to the townsfolk.
“Home sweet Home.” Natalie said to herself as she walked into her house, following the same routine she’d followed for years. She’d leave her hat on the coat rack next to the door, then store her equipment safely next to it, then make a beeline to her room where she’d change out of her uniform and start running a bath.
Having repeated this innumerous times, she felt confident that nothing bad could come from leaving her weapon locked away by the door and walking through the house without a single care. It was her house after all, what did she have to fear?
She was almost halfway down the hall to her bedroom when she felt someone grab her from behind and place an odd smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. Before she had time to react she felt herself getting drowsy, and in a matter of seconds was out like a light.
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“Owww, my head.” Natalie groaned as she came too. It felt like she had a splitting headache. But she knew that couldn’t be the case. She’d come home, placed her hat and equipment by the door like she always did, then when she was going down the hall…
She shot up when she remembered what had happened in the hallway. Or at least she tried too. All she succeeded in doing flopping around some as she began to realize what had happened to her.
Looking down she saw she had been dressed in a blue latex suit, with black printing on it that made it resemble a police uniform. Her arms had been forced behind her back and placed in a black rubber armbinder, with her legs bound in a similar black rubber sheath.
“It’s about time you woke up Sheriff.” A male voice said.
Looking up, Natalies eyes widened in fear as she saw that standing in front of her was Michael Bell, the man she had framed years ago, who had been sentenced to life in a federal prison several states away, who she’d been told two months ago had had a sudden heart attack and died.
“Mi..Michael.” She stammered out. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Well, it looks like that news was fake, just like the evidence that put me away.” Michael replied as he crouched down in front of the bound cop. “I spent seven years in that prison for horrible crimes I didn’t do all so you could buy a damn house.” He said angrily as he gestured to the well furnished bedroom.
“You.. you can’t prove that.” Natalie said. “No one’s gonna believe you, everyone thinks you’re a killer and dead.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone.” Michael said with a grin.
“You’re not?” Natalie asked, now shaking in fear.
“Nope, why did you think I went through the trouble of restraining you?”
“I.. I don’t know.” Natalie said.
“I’m going to make you what I was for years, a prisoner.” Michael said as he pushed Natalie onto her back and began to feel her rubber covered breasts. “Not my prisoner though.” He added with a grin. “I’ve already got a buyer lined up interested in her own rubber cop to torment.”
“S..stop that!” Natalie protested. “I’m an officer of the law! You can’t treat me like this!”
“I can treat you however I want prisoner.” Micheal said, a hint of sadism in his voice. “I think the rubber’s managed to make your breasts even more impressive.” He said with a grin.
“Get off of me!” Natalie shouted. “Let me go you psycho!” She screamed in the vain hope that someone would hear her screams despite the fact that her closest neighbor was still a five minute drive away.
“Shut up or I’m gonna shut you up.” Michael threatened, but Natalie either ignored him, or didn’t hear him over her own scream. As Michael got off the bed Natalie thought for a moment she had managed to scare him off, but those hopes were dashed when he reached into a bag next to the bed and pulled out a large ball gag.
“The hell is that?” Natalie asked as Michael approached. “Hey, get away from me!” She shouted as she feebly tried to kick him away. “Get away MPHPH!” Her shouts were interrupted by the rubber ball being forced into her mouth. “MHP? MPHH!”
“Still not ready to shut up?” Micheal asked as he took out a blue rubber hood and placed Natalie into a sitting position she desperately tried to struggle out of, her moans becoming more frantic and fear filled as her vision was cut off by the hood.
“There, now I don’t need to see your face again.” Micheal said with a grin as he picked the struggling rubber covered cop up and through her over his shoulder as he carried her out of the house towards the backyard, where he’d parked his getaway car, an old, slightly beat up car no one would pay attention too.
Micheal roughly set Natalie down on the hard ground as he opened up one of the back doors then lifted up the backseats, revealing a cramped, uncomfortable looking storage area that could barely fit a full grown adult, perfect for the crooked cop that had destroyed his life.
Natalie was frantically trying to wiggle away from Michael, hoping that she was moving in the opposite direction from him, a hope that was dashed when she felt him grab her.
“Alright prisoner, time to go into your box.” Micheal said, sadism clear in his voice as he placed Natalie into the cramped storage area, her knees folded up and pushing against her, her breasts pressing up against the wall, and her head lowered as if she were in a fetal position.
“Phls, mph ph phhs.” She moaned through her gag, tears now flowing down her face as she heard the seats above her click into place, locking her in the storage area as she sobbed.
Her life as she knew it was over, she was in the hands of an innocent man that thanks to her had been driven to vengeance. As she felt the car begin to move she feared what her captor had in mind for her.
Michael grinned as he picked up his phone and dialed a number, placing it on speaker for
Natalie to hear. In prison he’d befriended a mob boss who cut him a deal, he’d smuggle in a drug that would make it seem like Michael was dead, allowing to escape through the morgue, in exchange for Michael getting his daughter a “plaything.”. Now as Micheal drove towards New York he knew in just a few days Natalie would be put through torments worse then what he had experienced in prison.
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