Hello Literotica world! This is my first story and I hope it's the first of many to come. Enjoy the read and let me know your thoughts! My sincere thanks to Sexandthecity77 for her edits on all six parts.
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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The Friday afternoon began like many others for the two Knox County Sheriff's deputies. Rachel McNamara and Sofia Cortez reported in at their station and went over the daily briefings together. Aside from the odd break-ins and wild animal sighting, there weren't much excitement in their large but sparsely-populated county. The women changed into their dark navy blue uniforms, put on their equipment, and drove out in the force's full-size SUV.
Twenty-seven-year-old Rachel McNamara is a five-year veteran on the force, easily making her the more experienced of the two. The cool strawberry blonde walked around with an air of authority, confident in her above-average height and athletic build. She was an avid runner and very proud of her fit form.
Sofia Cortez, on the other hand, graduated from the academy just six months ago. She was hired by the quiet county as a community liaison officer, but since the detachment had a total of eight full-time deputies, Sofia was asked to perform more patrol duties. The petite Latino was only twenty-two, and outside of uniform, she was often mistaken as a college student. Her male colleagues were drawn to her large, dark-brown eyes and light complexion, and the way she filled her size small uniform. Her shy but eager-to-please attitude was a good contrast to Rachel's take-charge nature, and the pair got along great together.
The two policewomen made their quick round through town, making their usual stop at the local Starbucks, picking up their tall lattes and secretly enjoying the attention that two attractive ladies in uniform typically brought. This afternoon, however, they didn't realize they were receiving extra attention from a well-dressed man, who stayed hidden behind the wheels of his passenger van.
"They are leaving now. See you soon." He typed on his tablet and tapped 'Send' as soon as the deputies drove off. Ten minutes later, the man was driving the van along the stretch of road leading out of the town.
Five miles away, the two deputies pulled off of the road and on to a soft shoulder. Rachel skillfully piloted the behemoth Chevrolet Tahoe out of sight, coming to a stop behind a group of tall bushes and rocks. This was by far their favourite speed trap location: they were completely unseen from both directions, and the speed limit here had just dipped to 30mph.
As the sun was setting on the quiet road, the two female deputies fell into their routine -- Rachel began to setup the radar gun on the driver's side, while Sofia performed calibrations on the laptop. Both were so engrossed in their work, they failed to notice two figures approaching their vehicle from the rear.
It was the younger deputy who first sensed activity out of the corner of her eye. Sofia turned to the side rearview mirror, where she was met by a figure holding a silver-chromed .40 semi-automatic in her gloved hands -- with the hard steel barrel tapping on the side of her cheeks.
The assailant smiled behind her mask and put a finger to her lips. The shocked policewoman could not make a sound even if she wanted to -- her jaw hung open, frozen like the rest of her body.
At the same moment, a second assailant slid her Mossberg 590 shotgun forward until the barrel rested against the side of Rachel's skull, just behind her left ear.
"Don't make a move, deputies. You are surrounded." Came a stern female voice, from the one with the shotgun.
"Sofia...?" Rachel uttered softly while remaining motionless.
"I-- uh" The Latino started to speak, before the semi-automatic was jabbed more forcefully against her cheeks.
"Shut up, bitch, or that was the last sound coming from you." The youthful, higher-pitched voice demanded, revealing both assailants to be female.
"Deputies, you will not be harmed if you follow the instructions you are given. However, if you resist in any way, we will NOT hesitate to hurt and kill you. Nod if you understand."
Both officers nodded glumly.
"Good. Both of you, put your fucking hands on your head. Nice and slow."
Sofia turned to her partner for guidance. With little choice, Rachel let out a deep breath before raising her hands to the top of her head. The Latino deputy followed suit.
"Don't move...at all!"
Both doors of the SUV were opened, and the assailants stepped into view for the first time. Even in the fading glow of the sunset the deputies saw two slim figures, their faces hidden behind ski masks. The one with the shotgun, clearly the leader, was taller and appeared slightly older than her counterpart. Both were calm and serious, with the deadly weapons held steady in their hands.
What set them apart was their appearance and fashion preferences. Camilla Green was in her late-twenties but already served in combat missions overseas before leaving the military. Her preference for army wear was evident: she was dressed in a black, tight tank top, flashing her smooth, toned arms, and showing just enough cleavage from her sizable bosom. She also wore a shoulder holster with a compact pistol, with a tactical knife strapped to her hip. Her dark camouflage slacks completed her commando appearance.
In contrast, her companion looked as though she was ready for a tennis match -- if not for the black mask and the large handgun. Valerie Reiter was seven years younger than Camilla and acted her age; she loved trying on different outfits. Tonight she was dressed in a snug, steel-gray tennis skirt with neon-pink stripes. She had a matching sport jacket on, but it did not conceal the mesmerizing view of her mounds being squeezed together, just above the low necklines. The one-piece skirt barely came down to her thighs, generously showing off her shapely rump and slender legs. The overtly sexy attire, combined with the smiling cherry lips, made it all the more ominous for the two bewildered officers.
"Don't move a fucking muscle, or I'll blow your fucking head off." The young woman hissed at Sofia, before deftly relieving the deputy of her standard-issue Glock 22.
"Now get the fuck out of the car!" Came the next order, but the deputy just sat there, terrified.
"Wait," Deputy McNamara protested, but the loud pump-action of a shotgun shell being loaded into the chamber quickly dissuaded her from further action.
"If you want to live through this, I suggest you follow our instructions, Deputy McNamara and Deputy Cortez."
"How do you know our...?"
"We know a hell of a lot more, like your membership at the Marathon Fitness Club, or that Deputy Cortez is living in town at 22 Summer Drive." The woman smiled, as she watched the shocked expressions on the deputies' faces at their personal details. "Now, for the last time, get out of the car."
Rachel nodded to a shaking Sofia, "Do what they say. It will be okay."
As soon as her feet hit the ground, the younger deputy was taken with an arm wrapped around her neck, and the semi-automatic was pressed against her temple.
