Police Officer Kerrie McCord wondered how the fuck she could possibly extricate herself from the waking nightmare she found herself in.  A scant ten minutes ago she had been safe inside her squad car, responding to a mundane 10-46 (Disabled Vehicle) call in the hinterlands, no reason to suspect the "citizens" she was on her way to assist were in truth a pair of treacherous assholes wanted for a string of homicides downstate.  She was presently their hostage, handcuffed with her mouth taped shut in the payload bay of a nondescript utility van.  By no means was she helpless: her ace in the hole, a .380 Glock, was still strapped to her left ankle.  Six rounds plus one in the pipe, as deadly at close range as a .45 ACP.  First though she had to free herself from these fucking cuffs.      
     She was alone in the van with Grady Lee Stack, his accomplice Wayne Jessup having driven off with her black and white, which he intended to dispose of at the mucky bottom of nearby Webley Marsh.  Stack was too busy rummaging through the contents of a Tupperware storage tote to keep his eye on her.  Perfect.  Kerrie worked her fingers inside her gunbelt, probing for the universal handcuff key taped there.  Now if only asshole could resist the temptation to undress or otherwise molest her for another few seconds she'd be halfway home.
     No such luck.  Stack fished a pair of trauma shears from the tote.  "Let's get you more comfortable," he suggested with a lewd smile.  Kerrie's hope of escape died aborning as he unfastened her duty belt and dropped it on the littered floor well out of reach.  He then slit her BDU pants from cuff to waistband, finding her concealed backup piece in the process.  Kerrie groaned through her gag.  "You didn't mention a second gun," Stack said reprovingly.  "Then again I never asked, so that one's on me."  Tossing aside Kerrie's ruined pants he went to work on her uniform shirt.  The shears made short work of the midnight blue polyester.  Stack unpinned her badge from the tattered remnants and pocketed it--as a trophy, she assumed.  He swiftly snipped through the Velcro straps of her ballistic vest to separate its front and back panels, stacking both on the floor amid the shreds of her uniform.  Lastly he unlaced her black Nike cross trainers and peeled off her socks, leaving her naked save for brassiere and panties.
     Stack slid the Model 42 Glock from its ballistic nylon sheath.  "Cute," he said.  "You weren't planning to use this on me, I hope.  Not that it matters." Frowning abruptly he upped the volume on his smartphone.  "Wayne better move his ass.  Sounds like Dispatch is starting to wise up."
     Kerrie listened intently.  "178 Charlie, status check," said the dispatcher.  "178 Charlie, Officer McCord, do you copy?"
     Sergeant Phil Garza got on the air.  "What did you have her out on, Claudia?"
     "A 10-46 on Ridgeline Drive.  That was...seventeen, no closer to twenty minutes ago."
     "You try her work phone?"
     "Rang it twice, no answer."
     "Do you have the number for her personal cell?"
     "Affirm.  I was just about to try that." 
     "HLLLPP MMHHH!" wailed Kerrie, as though there was the remotest chance of Claudia hearing her.  She'd left her snazzy new Samsung wireless and department issue LG flip phone in the squad car, meaning both were now submerged in Webley Marsh.   
     "We got any West or highway patrol units close by?" demanded Garza.
     "That's negative.  They're all 10-7 on a wreck with multiple vehicles involved on Route 112."
     "I'll start for her location.  Be advised I'm at the high school, so I'm ten to twelve minutes away."
     "Copy that.  I'll keep trying to raise her.  178 Charlie..."
     "The fuck," growled Wayne Earl Jessup, climbing inside the van.  "Couldn't wait to get her clothes off?"
     "You get the pleasure of tying her ass up," said Stack, tossing him the bundle of rope.  
     "Deal."  
     "I was starting to worry about you, partner.  What about the cop car?"
     Jessup chortled.  "It sank like a fuckin' stone.  We got rain on the way--looks like a real downpour--which is a good thing.  The road leading to the marsh isn't much more than a dirt track.  The rain should erase whatever tire tracks I left."
     "I'd say our luck has definitely changed for the better, starting the second Officer Kerrie drove up to serve and protect like the conscientious poe-lease officer she is."  Stack smiled down at her.  She gave him a venomous glare in return while wrenching uselessly at her handcuffs.  "I'll take the wheel while you're getting her roped and tied, but I could use directions."
     "Stay on Ridgeline.  Just beyond the 112 overpass watch for Seminary Road on your right.  Turn on Seminary and follow it north.  We'll be across the state line in an hour and reach the farmhouse by suppertime."
     Stack slid behind the wheel, gunning the van north on Ridgeline.  Jessup wasted no time tying up Kerrie, kneeling behind her to coil an eight foot length of jute rope around her biceps.  She grunted into her gag as he cinched the rope punishingly tight.  Once her arms were pinioned he bound her hands palm to palm, finishing with a merit-badge-worthy set of knots.  Only then did he unlock the cuffs.  "These come in handy at times, but I prefer my women in rope and lots of it," he confided.  To underscore his point he lashed Kerrie's ankles firmly together, then her long, elegant legs above and below the knees.  "That should keep you out of trouble."
     No shit.  She strained vigorously but in vain at the unforgiving ropes.  Zero slack, zero hope of freeing herself.  Jessup had cleverly tied the key knots between her wrists where her fluttering fingers could not reach them.  Her chances of escape equated with her chances of rescue, which at the moment were non-existent.  
     "Here's the overpass," called Stack from the driver seat.  "Lots of red and blue lights up there.  Must be that pile-up they were talking about on the radio."  Kerrie whimpered in despair at the thought of a dozen or more law enforcement officers so occupied in untangling the wreck they ignored the utility van speeding by with a 28 year old policewoman bound and gagged inside.  Jessup chose that moment to slide a hand inside her panties.  His fingers traced the outline of her pubic thatch before straying inevitably to her sweet, tender cleft.
     "GNNNNGH!"  Kerrie shivered as he penetrated her, fingertips grazing the delicate folds of her labia before finding her oh-so-sensitive clit.    
     "What a nice, tight pussy you have," Jessup said.  "I can't wait to have you all to myself to I can get a taste."
     "MMMNNGH!"  She arched into his deft, unexpectedly gentle touch.  This was wrong on so many levels, yet there was no denying the delicious tremors radiating from Ground Zero--her expertly stimulated clit--throughout her body.  How was it possible this homicidal slug was so accomplished at pleasuring women?  Jessup continued his patient exploration of Kerrie's silken warmth, and when he thrust his free hand inside her brassiere to stroke her suddenly erect nipples it was Game Over.  She convulsed as a shuddering orgasm traveled the length of her tautly bound, nearly naked body.  Even a cleave gag reinforced with multiple layers of duct tape could not contain her cry.
     "What the fuck's going on back there?" Grady asked suspiciously.
     "Giving Officer McCord a preview of coming attractions."  Kerrie slumped against the partition between cab and payload bay, covered in a not unpleasant sheen of perspiration.  Cupping her chin in the palm of his hand Jessup locked eyes with her.  "Goddamn, I found me a woman who obviously enjoys being tied up during sex.  Good thing we brought plenty of rope."
     "And gags," added Stack.  "Don't forget the gags."  He made a lazy turn onto Seminary Road, another lonesome stretch of asphalt two lane.  Pressing down on the accelerator he settled in for the long drive north as the first volley of fat raindrops spattered on the windshield.  
     
   
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Hope you're enjoying this latest Jillian saga.  Feedback is appreciated and encouraged.  Part 3 is in the planning stages.  Hope to post it Tuesday or Wednesday.