This one is for my newest and 299th Watcher.


"MNNNNGH!"  Kerrie McCord Kensett thrashed hopelessly in her bondage as she watched Grady Stack enter the bedroom.  She was splayed naked across the rancid-smelling mattress of an ancient but sturdy iron bedstead, wrists and ankles lashed tautly to its frame.  Less than an hour earlier she had been manhandled out of the van by her abductors and into a derelict farmhouse somewhere the other side of the state line.  Once inside Stack and his accomplice Wayne Jessup divested her of bra and panties prior to tying her down on the bedstead.  Their plans for her were all too apparent. 
     Much to Kerrie's surprise, Stack brought a chilled bottle of Dasani water for her.  "Figured you'd be thirsty," he said, setting the bottle on a bedside table.  Stack produced the trauma shears he'd used earlier to cut off her uniform and underwear, gently snipping away the duct tape layered over her mouth.  Next he undid the cleave gag and discarded it.  Finally he uncapped the Dasani water, held the bottle to Kerrie's lips and let her drink greedily.  "Nod when you've had your fill."
     She gulped down two-thirds of the bottle before giving him the signal.  "Thank you," she said thickly, her lips still raw and gummy from the duct tape.  "But you're still a worthless sack of shit."
     "I been called worse," Stack said.  "Wayne drove into town to stock up on groceries.  There's a regional alert out for you, so he's buying enough vittles for a week or more.  That's the minimum time we need to stay off the radar."
     "What do you plan on doing with me in the meantime?" demanded Kerrie, as though the answer weren't screamingly obvious.
     Stack smirked.  "Seein' as how you're tied naked to this bed, I'd say anything we please."
     "You and Jessup are already guilty of aggravated kidnapping--not to mention Criminal Sexual Conduct."
     "Are you're referring to what happened in the van on our way here?"
     "Yes."
     "You seemed to be enjoying yourself."
     "That's not the point!  It happened without my consent!"
     "Hold that thought."  Stack left the bedroom.  In his absence Kerrie again tested her bonds to no avail.  The knots were solid, the braided hemp ropes cinched inescapably tight around her wrists and ankles.  She was totally helpless.  Even if she were to scream for help, who would hear her this far out in the wilderness?
The irony of finally living out her most lurid rape fantasy was not lost on her.  Long before earning her badge Kerrie had indulged in erotic daydreams of being bound and gagged by strangers and fucked against her will.  In her favorite scenario, she was lured to a luxury hotel suite by a mysterious summons from her police radio.  Entering the suite she was confronted by a suavely handsome man in an Armani suit.  Before Kerrie could question him she was surrounded by three large, impassive black men.  She was swiftly disarmed, stripped to her skin, and roped hand and foot to an elegant four-poster bed.  One minion gagged her by knotting a silk scarf between her teeth and tying it snugly in place at the nape of her neck.  He and his companions then withdrew silently from the suite, leaving Kerrie alone with the man in the Armani suit.  He proceeded to disrobe and take his dastardly pleasure with her.  Kerrie understood that an assertive, take-charge and empowered woman such as herself wasn't supposed to have such fantasies, which is why she'd never shared them even with her closest friends.  And now this career felon was about to live out his rape fantasies with Kerrie as his victim.  Be careful what you wish for. 
     Stack returned with fresh duct tape and scraps of pink Lycra fabric that Kerrie recognized as her ruined panties.  He wadded them deep inside her mouth before taping it shut once more.  "It's been a long, stressful day.  I'm in need of relaxation.  Since you're all hung up on legalities, you never consented to me roping you down on this bed and fucking you senseless, which is what I'm about to do.  Feel better?"
     At least you could've gagged me with a silk scarf, Kerrie thought resentfully.  She watched in anticipatory dread as Stack stripped down.  He was of no more than average height, though nature had compensated him in other ways: sinewy arms, six-pack abs.  The conspicuous tent shape in his cotton boxers hinted that he was well-endowed.  He erased any doubt by shedding the boxers to reveal a menacing erection.  Kerrie averted her eyes from the sight of pre-cum glistening at the end of his ramrod-straight cock.
     "Won't be near as bad as you think," Stack said, crouching between her supple thighs.  "Back home I have a rep for pleasing the ladies."  Bending forward at the waist he kissed the delicate hollow at the base of Kerrie's throat, the sweet spot between her 34D breasts, her ripe nipples.  He trailed kisses down her belly to the crease of her thigh.  "How'd you like a little dessert before the main course?"
     "NNNNGGH!"  She arched up off the mattress as he parted her pussy lips with the very tip of his tongue.  Stack took his time, lapping at her moist inner flesh, savoring her warm, salty juices, finding and teasing her already swollen clit until she writhed in sweet torment.  "GNNNNGH!"   
     "Enough foreplay," Stack breathed.  He entered Officer Kerrie McCord in one fluid thrust, heard her whimper in delight.  Her inner muscles rippled and clenched around his throbbing length.  Stack lavished kisses on her throat, her breasts, her belly, stroking harder and deeper, smiling as he felt her match his tempo.  Kerrie no longer struggled to free herself, giving herself completely over to him, knowing it was wrong, knowing this was by any legal or moral definition a wanton act of sexual assault but so awash in pleasurable sensation she was beyond caring.  Her abductor turned rapist was doing things to her body she would not have believed possible before tonight.  Stark finally spent himself deep inside her with a final heroic thrust.  She came a scant heartbeat later, her ecstatic cry muffled by the gag and duct tape.
     "Goddamn, you're good," Stack said.  "Maybe next time I won't have to tie you up first."  He tensed at the crunch of tires on gravel outside and stole a glance out the bedroom window.  "Wayne's back.  He'll want to fuck you the second he gets in the door, but I'll let you rest up a little.  In return you be sure and show him a good time."      
     Straining for breath through her nostrils, body agleam with sweat and aquiver with lovely little aftershocks, Kerrie McCord nodded assent, keenly aware that a line had been crossed.  She was already in transition from kick-ass street cop to compliant bondage bitch and there was no turning back.
           

Artwork by   Hope to post Part 4 sometime later this week, by which time I hope to have my 300th Watcher.  Keep those cards and letters coming!