[Earlier that Day]
Detective Bill Whitcomb strode into the Santa Monica police precinct and walked directly up to the Duty Desk. Officer Carl Brazos was still manning the desk. He looked up as Detective Whitcomb approached.
"Detective. How's it going? Did that tip about the three guys and the woman in that car pan out?"
Bill Whitcomb looked at the young officer for a moment, sizing up the rookie's potential. Carl had always struck him as a good officer, but he lacked a certain self confidence that a police officer needed to have, especially if he was out on the streets. Bill thought that what Carl needed was a little exposure to what went on out there in the 'Real World', as he thought of it. Yes, he had been out on patrol before and seen a few things, but nothing that really tested his mettle. He stared at Carl a moment longer and then made up his mind.
"It just might have," he answered Carl. "We were lucky and got a photo off of a dash-cam of the jeep in question. We could even see the hot broad naked and shoved up against the window. The description of our robbery suspects does in fact match one of the men we could see in the photo." He paused a moment and then added, "Well, a close match, at least with what we could see."
Carl brightened, nodding enthusiastically.
"That's great. So, what now?"
"We were able to run the plates on the Jeep Wrangler and it came back as newly sold to a Katherine "Kitty" Hall, age 42. Lives in Brentwood. That's probably the woman that was seen with them. I've got a bolo out on that vehicle now."
"So do you think the woman, this uh, Kitty, is a hostage? Or is she part of the crew?"
"I can't say for certain. The owner of the sex shop that was robbed didn't mention a woman and the three suspects were seen crossing onto the freeway, so it's very possible she was just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Poor woman. I hate to think what they were doing to her...are doing to her. I hope you find them quickly."
Detective Whitcomb didn't actually share the young officer's opinion. In fact, he had been doing little else but thinking about what the three thugs had been doing to the woman. The one photo he had seen from that dash-cam had been grainy and slightly blurred, but it was enough to show a woman with huge breasts being fucked up against the backseat window. The detective had a thing for large breasts and rough sex. He enjoyed making his occasional sex partner cry out as he man-handled them, slapping them or biting their tender spots. To see what the three robbers had been doing to a woman like that excited him. Still, he had to find them first and he had to be careful about who was with him when he did find them.
"Carl, how'd you like to ride with me today and see if we can't catch us some thieves.?'
Carl looked at the detective, startlement and hope spreading across his face.
"Me? Really? I... That would be great!" He stammered, "If, uh, you're sure you want me."
Bill smiled at the young and somewhat naïve officer.
"Oh yes, I'm sure." He was sure that he could control the scene and get officer Brazos to do whatever he wanted him to do.
"Let's get you ready to roll out with me. I'll tell your Sergeant that I'm requisitioning your help for the day!"
Great!" said Officer Brazos. He jumped up and headed out to get his equipment for the street. As he ran off, Detective Whitcomb's radio beeped.
"Go for Bill" he said as he keyed his mic.
"Detective Whitcomb, this is Officer Brenda Worth. We have a complaint of screams coming from a motel room up in El Segundo. We did a drive by and spotted that Green Jeep Wrangler you have the bolo out on. Do you want us to investigate?
"No!" Bills heart leapt in his chest. This is what he had been hoping for.
"Just keep the motel under observation. Only intervene if someone appears to be leaving. I'm on my way."
"You got it, Detective. Worth out" and the radio clicked off.
Detective Whitcomb clapped his hands together and ran off after Carl.
* * *
Detective Whitcomb had handpicked the group of officers with him as he and his team announced their presence and broke open the door to the dingy motel room. Inside they found the three suspects from the early morning robbery at the sex shop, all in a state of partial or full undress.
They also found Kitty Hall, naked and bound to one of the motel chairs, kneeling on the seat, her large swollen breasts hanging over the back of the chair. Arms and legs were tied to the chair. There was a rounded finger grip from what appeared to be a very large butt plug sticking out of her ass and her ass cheeks were bright red and marked with lingering handprints where she had been spanked hard.
Detective Whitcomb immediately handed off the three brothers to the police that were with them when they broke in. He kept only Officer Carl Brazos and two other officers with him. He knew these two and was certain they would go along with whatever he said.
Officer Stan Younger had been on the job for 13 years. He was almost 40 and had never been promoted past Patrol Officer. He had a record of misconduct and dereliction of duty charges that had been leveled against him over the years. They had never full stuck, but their appearance in his file kept him from moving up within the ranks. Bill Whitcomb found him to be a very useful tool to have on hand when the circumstances called for it. And these circumstances did call for it.
The other officer he had kept with him was Officer Brenda Worth. She had been the one to call him when the vehicle had been found. But more than that, Brenda was a militant lesbian. She didn't like men at all. Detective Whitcomb had caught her one night when he heard shouts coming from the squad's locker room. When he entered, he found a young female rookie tied to the bench in the locker room and Officer Worth slamming into her ass with a huge black strap-on. The young rookie had been in tears and Officer worth was laughing.
Bill could have had her brought up on charges and fired right there, possibly even jailed, but he had a much better idea. He grabbed his phone and filmed the young rookie's bondage ordeal. Then, he broke up the party. Told the rookie that if she reported this, everyone in the precinct and in court would see the video. However, if she kept quiet, Bill would see she got a fast track to detective. The rookie kept quiet, and Bill had leverage against Officer Worth. He was certain he could count on her as well in this situation.
So now, Bill was squatted down next to Kitty. She was still bound to the chair, breath coming in gasps as she tried to recover from what the three brothers had been doing to her all afternoon. There was still the butt plug wedged deep in her ass and two black nipple clamps on her red and swollen tits.
He reached out and flicked one of the woman's clamped nipples. That elicited a groan from her.
Kitty looked at the detective kneeling next to her.
"Please," she begged, "please untie me. Let me go!"
Bill looked at the bound woman and met her gaze. He stared into her eyes for a moment, and then said: "I'll untie you. But first...tell me what those men did to you!"
Kitty stared at the older detective. He was grinning at her, but that smile didn't reach his eyes. Her heart started to beat faster.
"They raped me" she said softly. Made me do horrible things. Please help me!"
Detective Whitcomb reached up again, this time grasping the clamp on her tit and pulling on it. He twisted it as he did so. Kitty groaned and tears filled her eyes.
"No.... please" she whispered.
"I said, tell me what they did to you. I need details for my report so please..." He twisted her stretched out nipple once more, "be very specific, I want to know everything!"
Kitty gasped and let out a moan as the detective tormented her already aching nipple. Her heart was sinking, and she was fairly certain that help had not arrived after all.
"They got into my car while I was stuck in traffic. Then they raped me...OOWWW!" Kitty screeched as Bill slapped her large breasts hard.
"I said in detail! What exactly did they do?" His voice was no longer friendly.
Kitty sobbed. "They...they stripped me, pulled my shirt off and then made me pull my shorts off."
Kitty was turning red from shame having to repeat this to a complete stranger. And the two officers with him were just standing there, watching. Bill nodded as she spoke.
"Go on," he said.
"Then one of them made me suck his cock. He held my hair and forced himself into my mouth."
"Bill looked at Kitty. Her full lips and slightly rounded cheeks, flushed from embarrassment and her recent activities. His own cock stiffened as he stared at her.
"Did you like it?" he asked. His voice was slightly husky now.
"What?" Kitty asked. "Did I like it? NO! They fucking forced me! Now please let me go!" and she pulled and strained at the ropes holding her tight.
Bill slowly stood up and watched as the naked, bound woman struggled against her bonds. He looked over at Officer Stan young.
"Stan, let's see if we can get that door closed, OK.
Officer Young smiled knowingly and moved to the motel room door. He pushed it closed. The door frame had splintered when they had broken in so it wouldn't catch, but Stan was a quick thinker. He took the other chair from around the rooms little table and leaned it up, under the doorknob of the room.
Bill watched him and nodded in satisfaction. Then he looked over to Brenda.
"That looks to be a butt plug in her ass Brenda. Check it out will you. We want to make certain that's all it is. People have been known to hide strange things up there.
Officer Brenda Worth nodded; her eyes gleaming. She hadn't been able to take them off the beautiful woman since they had come in. She slowly walked up behind Kitty, her hand slowly stroking across her round and red ass cheek.
Kitty screamed and shook her head, bounced her ass, trying to keep Brenda away.
