The Sheriff

One Friday night I went to a bar. It was packed. Only one seat remained at the bar. I sat down and ordered a drink. I sat beside a couple - husband and wife from the looks of it. We got talking. They were out celebrating 15 years of marriage. I bought them a drink to congratulate them. We hit it off. Exchanged phone numbers. Conversation flowed until last call. Instead of ordering a last drink, the woman placed her hand on my thigh and asked me if I would like to join them for a night cap in their hotel room just down the street. I was a bit surprised by this and turned to look at her husband. He smiled at me and said yes, join us for a drink. So we finished our drinks and left the bar. Their hotel was within walking distance from the bar. Once inside their room the woman took of her sandals. She set her purse by the TV and turned toward me. Her husband put some music on and got us all cold beers. All three of us had a good buzz going. The husband sat in the single chair that was in ...

Despite it making breathing harder, the gasmask was welcome -- the room was choked with dust, every surface covered in at least half an inch of the stuff! Hannah could feel it clinging to the few parts of her skin that were exposed -- on her legs, and a strip between her sleeves and the mittens. She couldn't even tell what this chamber was -- maybe a guestroom, or a bedroom for a favored servant? There was a bed, securely bolted to the floor, and a small basin, one corner holding a little wardrobe, which she hadn't yet dared open. There was an window, currently open and giving her somewhere to shovel the dust, although the bars made it messier than it should have been, and, of course, the door to the outside was locked, until Miss Coerator returned. But her privates were currently unmolested, even if they were locked away. With the number of restraint devices around, a chance to turn the tables would surely come sooner or later! She turned her head as she roused up another cl...

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She did not know where the Saint Agnes Academy was located, since she had been taken there and away at night. She thought it was in the country since it was surrounded by fields and forest. The driver pulled Anne out of the van by her feet and stood her up. She started to ask a question and he slapped her. His son squeezed her mouth and told her to be quiet. As she followed the driver to a low stone building, the son pinched her behind and she squealed. The driver looked back at her angrily. She kept her mouth firmly shut after that and only snorted when the boy pinched her again. At the building a young dark-haired attendant (rather attractive, Anne thought) attached a leash to her collar and led her to an exam room. After weighing her he inspected her for disease. A uniformed nurse brought in a tray of instruments and a notepad; he called out the results to her as he penetrated each of the cavities of Anne's body over the next several minutes. Anne found the exercise rather ple...

It was a warm evening, although cooler than the day had been, trees casting long shadows in the orange light of the setting sun. It was humid though, even in the Sheriff's air conditioned car. He sat in the driver's seat, eyes shaded from the dappled light on the edge of the woods, a couple of square miles of trees stuck in the middle of an otherwise unremarkable expanse of almost featureless farmland. The road ran through the middle of the copse, and a few dirt tracks branched off from it; although most of them didn't lead to anything interesting. The Sheriff was waiting for a particular vehicle, his car pulled over to the side of the road. He knew it would be coming this way, the alternative routes all added a good hour to the journey and laying in wait at this location afforded some shade for him at least, a little cover. He stretched out his arms over the steering wheel, he hadn't been waiting all that long but these waits always dragged, especially close to the en...