Chapter 03
The Sheriff
Gloria, Pete and Greg
The Shire was a political unit of land in Anglo Saxon England. The equivalent of our modern day county. The Iff was an lesser shire official that was tasked with, among other things in the hunting counties, preventing poaching.
In Maricopa County, Sheriff Joe is elected.
Lady V's dungeon is in the City of Phoenix's Squaw Peak Precinct of the Phoenix Police Department. That puts us a few miles west of the Maricopa County Sheriff's patrol territory. Seeing a Maricopa County Sheriff's car in our humble neighborhood is a rarity. However it did happen a few weeks ago.
Lady V was cautiously optimistic when she told me about our 9:30 pm appointment. It was a sheriff deputy who wanted the services of the dungeon, but not Lady V (or Igor ). Lady V and I were always present during dungeon time but we would stay out of sight.
He needed a discrete place for a quickie . You just can't park a sheriff's patrol car in a motel parking lot and go rent a room.
About 11:00 pm a Maricopa County Sheriff patrol car pulled into the parking lot and a uniformed deputy got out and extracted a handcuffed hooker looking type female from the back seat. He rang the bell and I buzzed the locks so the two of them went straight into the dungeon. As per Lady V's instructions.
When they got into the dungeon things got interesting.
The deputy harshly pushed the female toward the Cross where he handcuffed her to and facing the cross.
He said, " I have to search you for weapons."
She objected loudly, "No damn way! Keep your cotton pick'n hands off me you perv."
I thought almost aloud, "Cotton picking hands? Where did this person learn to cuss? Shit, I could do better than that when I was 13."
He managed to search both inside her bra and panties. It took him several minutes and he did a thorough job.
He undid the handcuffs and took her to the table where he used the leather restraints to fasten her face down over the edge of the table. He raised her short skirt up over her waist and pulled her panties down.
He said," So you wanta be a street cocksucker and a butt fucker, Huh? Here is what you can expect."
An open handed smack on her round bottom was met with a yelp and a,
"Cut that out you pervert. Let me go. I'll have your badge for this. I'll sue your ass off."
"Shut the fuck up sweet cheeks or I'll find drugs in your snatch" replied the deputy as he reined another slap on the already red cheek.
Her panties were down around her knees and his dick was headed for her pussy. He eased the big guy into the moist pink place and in about one second he was full length fucking her hard. Her objections became fewer and fewer until she seemed to be going along with the pounding.
I thought aloud, "Holy Shit. What the fuck's go'n on here" I tried to contact Lady V on her headset, but got no response. Shit I hope I don't get called as a witness.
After a few minutes of hard pounding, he pulled out and rolled a condom on his hard pecker. There was a tube of lube on the table and her upper hole got a generous dose. He slowly entered her ass as she gulped aloud seemingly unprepared for his anal assault. Once again he started the pounding only this time to a chorus of mini screams/yelps that accompanied each thrust.
He pulled his cock out of the fuckee's ass, whipped off the condom, and shoved the big dick into her pussy just in time for him to go ridged on the down stroke and fill her pussy with a large dose of cum.
Just as he was starting to slide out of her just fucked hole, his radio squawked to life. He reached up to his lapel mic and answered the call.
After getting a bunch of unintelligible numbers, he let his dick fall out , slapped her ass again and said, " I've gotta go Now! Code 30. Love you"
He turned and looked for Lady V as he stuffed his dick back into his uniform pants.
The masked one had moved toward the center of the dungeon and made eye contact with the deputy who said,
" I have an emergency and have to leave. Can you see that my wife gets back to her van?"
"That was his fuck'n wife? Holy shit!" These words rolled through my wee brain several times and silently off my tongue.
Lady V assured him that she would take care of his wife and urged him to go and be safe. I buzzed the doors open and he was gone in a flash of red and blue lights.
The Screwed One, Mrs. Deputy was SO embarrassed because she didn't know there was anybody else in the dungeon. She was a mortified mom that had been bent over a table with her panties down to her knees, had just been pussy fucked, ass fucked by her husband ,cum running down her leg in front of a total stranger (two ,if she knew I was there).
Lady V started talking to calm her down as she unlocked the leather restraints.
The embarrassed one pulled her panties up and buried her face in both hands.
Lady V offered her a towel and a glass of wine and our soccer mom readily accepted both. The towel job was quick as was the first demi-glass of wine. During the second glass Lady V asked our guest what led up to the events of the night.
Mrs. Deputy, Gloria, began slowly.
"Over the years I would sometimes tease my husband about having to handcuff all of the young pretties that he had to arrest. In our love making he would sometimes handcuff me put me on my knees and make me give him a, well, you know. It was kind of exciting.
This went on for years until, Pete, my husband, started making up stories about what he and his buddies did to the cute young honeys that they arrested for drugs and prostitution. At least I hope they were stories.
He and I also went online and looked at the booking pictures of these street honeys. I felt sorry for Pete because he had to deal with these hard looking vile tempered people, so I offered myself self as a fantasy arrest.
We came up with this story line of him arresting me on the street for prostitution and then using me like some of the stories that he and I had made up.
We figured out how to carry out our plan, but It took us almost a year to solve the where part. He can't park that county car just anyplace.
That's where you came in. Pete had heard about your Dungeon and it took him the better part of six weeks to finally track you down and arrange a meeting.
Well you know the story from there."
Lady V picked up the story,
"When we talked on the phone, I suggested a day, time and place for the meeting as well as the book I would be reading for recognition.
