Katy realized too late she stuck her foot in it. "Well actually the bag is mine" she said. "I was on my way home from an overnight trip in London. My uncle called me on my way home to come see him, saying it was urgent."
The officer looked cautiously at Katy. "Is that so? I'll just have a look in the bag." He motioned to Katy. "Please step out of the car. Then hand me the bag."
Katy got out, reached into the back seat, and grabbed the bag. She handed it to the officer and stood there.
The officer opened the bag, and started to search it. "Please get out your license and registration for me." While Katy was busy doing that with her back turned, the officer slipped a baggie out of his pocket, and deposited it into her bag amongst her sex toys and handcuffs. Katy turned around, totally unaware of what happened, and stood with her license and registration in hand. After looking through Katy's underwear, the officer produced the baggie. "So, is this for your sick uncle?" he asked sarcastically. That's enough to get you jail time."
Katy's eyes went wide. "It's not mine! I swear it! I don't know where it came from!" she excalimed.
"That's what they all say" said the officer. He took her license and registration, and put them in his pocket. "Turn around and face the car. Hands on the hood, and spread your legs." He licked his lips as Katy turned around and complied with his orders. He was going to enjoy this, and what came after. He started patting her down at the shoulders. His hands methodically worked around to the front of Katy where he found her ample breasts. He squeezed and caressed them, then continued down her sides.
Katy was shocked, and gasped her amazement as the officer fondled her breasts. "What are you doing?" she asked in a shrill voice.
"I'll ask the questions. Keep your mouth shut. Step out of your shoes, please." Katy complied, and the officer checked them, then tossed them off to the side, far enough away from the car. He felt up her ankles and calves, and gently caressed her thighs. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks, and came to rest between her thighs, right on her crotch. He allowed his hands to linger there for a while. It felt so nice and tender, even through her clothing.
Katy didn't know what to do. If she resisited, it might go worse for her. She was on the verge of tears at being mollested. It showed in her ragged breathing and suppressed gasps. He caressed her crotch and allowed his hands to linger for a while, then he removed them. She took in a deep breath, sure now that the worst was over. She leaned hard agaonst the car. Suddenly her right arm was yanked back behind her. Then the left arm as she felt cuffs snap shut around her wrists. She started sobbing uncontrollably. What would her family say? What would Tony say? She was being arrested. The officer turned her roughly around, and forced her to walk barefoot on the hot road surface and sharp stones to his car. She was forced into the back seat where she sat crying.
Brendan Smythe smiled to himself as he picked up Katy's shoes, and threw them in her car. The police uniform had worked for him so many times when he went out searching for new prey. After securing her car to pick up later, he climbed into the front of his cruiser with Katy's weekend bag, and headed for his favorite spot. He'd have loads of fun playing dress up with this one! She had some nice sexy outfits he was going to enjoy ripping off of her beautiful body. He'd save his favorites, and just make her strip for him when she wore them. Why, he might even let this one live.
"Where are you taking me?" Katy asked in between sobs.
"I can't exactly strip search you out in the open, Miss. We're going somewhere private where I can conduct my investigation. You wouldn't want everyone out on the road to see you naked, would you?" Brendan smiled back at her in a reassuring manner.
"No, I suppose not. Do you really have to do a strip search? I swear to you that baggie isn't mine. I don't know where it came from."
"I need to find that out for sure, ma'am. If the strip search turns up no further evidence, then I'll believe you. I might even let you off with a warning. All you have to do is cooperate. Okay?" Brendan looked back at Katy in the rear view mirror. Her make up ran down her lovely, soft cheeks, and it made her look like something out of a Gothic horror movie.
"I'll cooperate. Just tell me what you want me to do." Katy resigned herslf to the fact that she had to do this. With any luck after he searched her clothes, and her, he'd take her back to her car, and release her with a warning.
Brendan drove for quite some time, finally turning off on an old back road. The further back the road he drove, the rougher the road became. He made another turn onto an old dirt lane, and finally stopped the car in front of an old summer cottage. Though the cottage was intact, it looked like it could use some maintainence.
Katy remained silent, not knowing what else to say in her defense, and not wanting to further anger the officer. She thought for sure things would go better for her if she cooperated fully. She wanted to ask where they were, but thought better of it.
Brendan stepped out of the car, and opened the rear door for Katy. He helped her out of the car, and walked her to the front door of the cottage. He opened the door and urged her inside.
Katy looked around. While the outside of the cottage looked in need of repairs, the inside was well kept. There was a nice sized walk in kitchen, and a large combination living room/dining room. An open hallway in the center of the living room led back to the bedrooms. The place had a lived in look and feel to it.
Brendan walked Kayt through the kitchen, and opened another door leading down a flight of stairs. He urged her down the stairs, so she went down with Brendan following right behind her.
Suddenly it dawned on Katy that this was rather strange. She started to get a very uneasy feeling about all of this. "Why are we headed down to the cellar? Can't we conduct the investigation upstairs?"
"This is my place" Brendan said. "I'll decide where and when we'll conduct the search. My office is down here, along with everything I need to conduct the investigation. Any other stupid questions?"
Katy became silent as Brendan flipped a switch at the bottom of the stairs. Light sprang into being from a single, naked bulb that hung in the middle of the room. Katy looked around at the old stone work. She could feel the dirt floor under her feet. Off to her right at the base of the stairs was a large, black iron door. It had a large pull ring for a handle, and a large keyhole. Bars served as a window. Brendan pulled the key for the door off of a hook on the wall beside the door. He stuck the key into the lock, and it opened easily. He pulled on the ring, and the iron door swung open. He nudged Katy through the open door, following right behind her. He closed the door behind him, and it slammed with a deafening thud. Katy jumped when she felt something warm and furry run over her foot. She wasn't sure what it was, and it was dark, except for the little bit of light that cast odd shadows through the bars on the iron door from the single, naked bulb in the other room. They walked back what appeared to be a short hall before Brendan found another light switch.
Light flooded the entire room that stood before Katy. She squinted at first, trying to get used to the brightness. Then she saw what she had walked into. It was an old style medieval dungeon! There were devices scattered about all over the room. Some Katy was familiar with, others katy had no idea about. She was sure of one thing: They were all torture devices. In the middle of the room stood a large wooden tub, filled with water. On the far side of the room was a torture rack. Strapped tightly to the rack was a naked, statuesque redhead. She was gagged with a ball gag, and lay there spread eagle. Her eyes looked up at Katy, pleading for help as her large breasts heaved up and down.
Katy screamed as the realiztion of what was to become of her sank in.
"Go ahead and scream all you want" Brendan said, laughing. "It won't do you any good. It's just music to my ears!"
Katy sobbed. How could she have been so stupid? But she was caught up in the moment, and things happened so fast there was no time to think clearly.
Brendan grabbed her by her cuffed arms and forced her against the wall. He shackled her ankles to a chain in the wall, then uncuffed her. He stood back, admiring her as the tears and the fear welled up in her eyes. "Now let's conduct that strip search, shall we?" he pulled out a large knife and held it up to her face. Katy whimpered in fear, her breathing ragged. The knife blade caressed her face and trailed down her neck as she cringed in fear as the tip of the knife stopped just below her adam's apple.
"Please don't hurt me" she begged. "My fiance will pay you anything you want."
"Oh, I won't hurt you, Katy" Brendan said, smiling sadistically. "As for what I want, I've got it. I'm going to train you in the ways of being a proper slave, just like the other three upstairs. They'll be assisting me, so you'll get to meet them. They're very loyal to me, so don't think for a minute they'll do anything to help you." He allowed the tip of the knife to trail down to Katy's cleavage. "Now, are you going to be a good girl, and take off your clothes for me, or do I have to cut them off of you? It makes no difference to me either way."
Katy didn't want any part of the knife. She sobbed as she moved her hands up to her blouse. "I'll take them off for you."
Brendan smiled and sat her travel bag on the floor. "Good girl. After you've done that, maybe you'll get to show me how you use all the sex toys in your bag."
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