This story contains bondage, kidnapping/damsel-in-distress, and other sexual themes. I recommend you turn away if that does not interest you.
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Working as an officer came with quite a few more caveats than Caitlyn was expecting. The uniform, for one, was hardly what the investigator had been expecting. It seemed to show off far more skin than cloth, with a top more akin to a mini jacket that had fewer buttons than what she’d normally wear. Her black, leather bra was practically bulging out of it as well, and the only thing that kept the citizens of Piltover from leering at her was when she’d stare back at them, holding her rifle in hand with a glare clear behind her sunglasses. That dealt with most of the creeps, but it wasn’t so easy to fend off the ones who would stare from behind, either interested in her long legs or just desperate for a glimpse at what lay beneath her short, blue skirt.
She’d made sure that this outfit was regulation, and to her disgruntled surprise, it really was. Down to the very buttons that were missing from her top, despite the holes being present for them, at that. It should’ve been enough for anyone to take a job elsewhere, but…
Working with the police force was her only option. She normally preferred to fly solo as a private investigator, or with a certain pink-haired, punching partner, but the Piltoveran police had made it clear that due to the sensitive nature of this case, any outside, unsupervised interference would be entirely prohibited. Disappearances weren’t uncommon--and often not even criminal but just misunderstandings--however the frequent and consistent nature of these in the past month combined with the fact that trace evidence suggested something bigger and more sinister lurking behind the scenes, had made this a confidential matter. It’d been made clear that this was a serious issue, and it was a little surprising all around that Caitlyn had agreed to work with the police directly if it meant getting her hands on this one.
Kidnappings had a history with Caitlyn. Her parents had suffered such a fate, and she’d found them enslaved to work in mines by using all the investigative skills she’d honed to track them down. Because of her experiences, Caitlyn found herself sympathizing with the victims… getting personally invested in this case. She knew that wasn’t a good thing, and perhaps against her better judgment, she pushed forward with it anyways.
Nighttime duty was preferable to Caitlyn for many reasons. Avoiding the majority of the lecherous stares along her body was nice, but everyone knew that far too many crimes happened in the dark. That wasn’t something to be particularly happy about, of course, but it did mean that her odds were better for her to be the one to solve this case. She owed it to those who were suffering to do so, and taking on any potential risk by working alone at night was a sacrifice the officer was willing to make.
She glanced out from the tinted window of her police cruiser, sipping a coffee as she stared out onto the streets. With midnight striking, anyone seeking to perform a few illicit activities would certainly be emboldened by the darkness that was beginning to cast itself over the city. Street lights had finally begun flickering on, easing Caitlyn’s eyes as she could stop squinting for the details.
Dealing with a rowdy bar fight would perhaps be part of her job description if it got out of hand, but right now the two individuals who slugged punches at one another seemed far too drunk to cause any actual damage to one another. With her priorities elsewhere, she shifted her gaze over…
The very cliche of an unmarked, white van being a source of suspicious activity almost caused Caitlyn to skip over it entirely. But her gaze returned to it for a moment, staring specifically at the back of the stationary vehicle… way in the backside, it almost seemed to be shaking? It was easy to write that off as her eyes playing tricks on her, or someone’s experiment in the City of Progress going awry. Too easy. She continued to stare at it, seconds turning into minutes as she waited for some kind of lead to pop up, any evidence she could use…
Two shrouded figures, covered in black clothing popped out of the back, hastily shutting the backdoor shut behind them. Caitlyn cursed herself for not being at an angle to see inside it, but there was nothing to do about it now. Her instincts and training took over as she analyzed the people closely. Wide frame, muscular build… not to mention how obviously suspicious it was to be dressed entirely in black at this time of night. They were textbook signs of criminal activity, right down to the way they hurried into the front seats of the van. Why would someone spend so much time back there before suddenly deciding to move? There were valid explanations, but when combined with everything else? Caitlyn’s gut told her something was amiss. She gave them a few seconds for a head start as they pulled away hastily, knowing that it’d be better if they weren't aware she was following them. The best jobs were the easiest ones, and prey was best captured when unaware. Doing patrol in an unmarked vehicle had paid off, as she drove in subtle pursuit behind the,.
It was difficult to stay a reasonable distance behind them while also not getting too close to arouse any potential suspicion. There were few other cars on the long streets of the city at this hour of the night, making it impossible to blend in with a crowd of indistinguishable vehicles so that anyone who was on the lookout for followers would simply glance over her. She still had to follow them through every twist and turn, and it was difficult to manage that while reaching for her radio. Caitlyn wanted to call this in, but unfortunately, this was all still just a hunch. If by some stroke of bad luck, she really was wrong about this and ended up causing a whole stir in the department for nothing, then there was no shot they’d let her work this case anymore.
Caitlyn threw the radio to her empty passenger seat, putting her focus entirely on the road ahead instead. She was forced to perform a sharp and sudden turn when she realized a moment late that the van had turned into an alleyway. There was no going back from here, she realized when she saw the van parked at the end of the secluded end. No size of vehicle would fit through the narrow passageways that connected to this section, meaning that everyone would be forced to stop here. She drove it in slowly, giving herself quite a generous distance between her car and the van.
After all, she did specialize in long-range. Would be a waste of a perfectly good scoped rifle to not take advantage of that, right? Though she waited in the car, she was nothing short of prepared for an encounter. Doors unlocked to step out at a moment's notice, rifle loaded and certainly with the safety off at this point. Her eyes remained fixed on the van ahead of her, stalking… waiting for something…
The front two doors opened simultaneously. The officer in her wanted to get out and arrest them already, but she had to hold herself back. Remind herself that she still didn’t have any definitive proof. But the second she did, these kidnappers would have hell to pay.
Just as two had entered, two shrouded figures emerged from the pair of doors, moving towards the backside of the van. Her grip on her gun tightened as they did, waiting to see if they’d be concerned at all about the car parked in the same alley, trapping them in it. They pulled open the large backdoor regardless, and Caitlyn finally got the view she needed.
Bound, struggling figures pulled against restraints that tied them to the walls of their mobile prison, holding them in place as their eyes shot to their captors. Lights along the top illuminated all of this for the officer to see, and this single moment held long enough for Caitlyn to take a picture of it if she wanted to. Shock or even just satisfaction at being right had overtaken her. A second later, and she snapped out of it. Her proof was finally here, and she now had a job to do.
“Freeze!” She shouted, stepping out of her car with the rifle pointed directly at one of the men. All eyes turned to her, including the captives’ which flickered with hope at the sight of an armed officer. The two figures shrouded in black turned to each other for a moment, at which Caitlyn repeated her threat. Slowly, their hands were raised to the air as they finally looked at the officer.
“Well… looks like we’ve finally been caught.” The sheer nonchalance behind the admission only caused Caitlyn to steady her rifle. Usually, criminals were a bit more… jumpy, when someone finally caught them. Or they acted insane or innocent. Regardless, their reactions didn’t matter once they were finally dealt with. Like they always were, when Caitlyn was on the case.
She pointed her rifle specifically at the one on the left. “You! Keep your hands behind your head and get on your knees. Slowly shuffle towards me.” Caitlyn commanded, and only when the man noticed a laser pointer from the woman’s scope on his chest did he hastily comply. She shifted her eyes every few seconds to the other one, clearly not wanting to take the chance of bolting when dealing with the best sharpshooter in Piltover. Her eyes glanced down to her car, the police radio just sitting there, waiting to be used. It was about time to call this in, anyways.
Before she could even consider reaching for the radio as she stared at it, her eyes shot up to her rearview mirror the second a sudden screech filled her ears. Disbelief overcame her as she saw a surprising sight: another van. T-This was… a coincidence? A trap? The specifics didn’t matter right now, because either way, she had a problem on her hands now. Her gun had enough bullets to deal with them all but surrounded like this they might start getting a few ideas-
Caitlyn's eyes shot back forward to see the once surrendering man sprinting towards her. She could hear doors opening behind her, but she obviously only could deal with the most imminent threat. Without a moment’s hesitation, she shot the man square in the chest…
Bulletproof vests?! The man staggered back, all the way down to the ground from the impact, but that and a bit of bruising was far better for him than the alternative without such protection. Did they really just come prepared like this? Caitlyn had no time to linger on the thought, however, as not only was the other man from the first van intent on attacking her as well, but the presence of their reinforcements was finally starting to play its part as well.
“Hah!” The police officer turned around with a kick, timed just good enough to hit the man behind her the second his footsteps grew too close. He was pushed back for only a moment, but that was more than enough for Caitlyn to take advantage of. At such close proximity like this, with time certainly not on Caitlyn’s side, she could only choose to shoot him in the chest as well. Headshots were her specialty, and certainly would be more effective than shooting into another vest. But the fact that time was running out as she had yet another one approaching behind--
Instincts were sometimes a fault of hers. She tried the same trick again, kicking at the second person who tried to attack her as she turned, but this man had clearly seen what happened to the other. He was ready for it, and when her heel came flying at him, he pulled back, only to grab the exposed ankle with his hands. And then he gave it a simple pull.
The sudden loss of balance was more than enough for the rest of Caitlyn’s body to tumble towards the ground. Even as she fell, however, her aim was true, and a bullet struck this man in the chest as well. His grip on her leg obviously loosened, and she tried to back onto her feet from the ground.
But there was a small problem with having your bullets not kill, or incapacitate at the very least. People would get up afterward. And based on the expressions planted on the faces of the first men she’d fired at, who were forcing themselves back up and looking straight at the officer… they weren’t happy. The second the two of them approached from both sides Caitlyn had been trying to defend from, it was over.
She was forced to face the closest one while still laying on the ground, his rush far too soon for her to have a chance to pull herself up. Before she could pull the trigger, however, a kick to her shoulder misaligned her aim entirely, and the bullet which consequently fired from an instinctive press of her trigger went wild, likely digging itself in one of their cars or in some other part of the alleyway. Caitlyn couldn’t waste any time on a missed shot, however. They were already upon her.
Even as time ran out, her instincts still made her do everything she could to fight back. Knowing she didn’t have enough time for another shot, she kicked out at the one in front of her, lucky enough to at least get him in the knee. She turned around once more-
“Gotcha!” The man let out, as his hands had closed the distance between himself and the officer’s rifle. He began wrestling with Caitlyn over it, pulling it back and forth between them in a struggle that quickly began to favor the man in raw strength. Maybe if she could aim the weapon at him, she’d stand a chance, but the man was keenly aware of the threat of bullets at this point and ensured that the gun’s barrel was pointed well to the side. A couple of stray shots were released in a moment, causing the gun to shake wildly, but neither side was hit nor let their grip out.
Even if Caitlyn was just barely holding on, it didn’t matter in the end. She hadn’t dealt with the other man fully, and a moment later, his hands came from behind her, pulling her back and making the struggle for her gun all the more one-sided. The weapon was ripped free from her easily with their combined efforts, with one of them now holding the important tool in his hands… and the other one holding her.
She immediately began kicking and swinging her arms around, desperate to try and hit the man holding her and free herself. Her heeled shoes kicked into his boots repeatedly, but either he didn’t feel it at all or simply shrugged it off before pulling her towards the ground. His weight came upon her in an instant, and she knew that even if she tried to push or pull herself free, it’d be little more than wasted energy. And yet she tried anyways, her body pushing itself back and forth while her arms swapped between fighting back at the man atop her or trying to grab onto something for leverage.
Perhaps what concerned the officer the most besides her impending fate was the fact that they already seemed interested in more than just restraining her. A few hands trailed down to her chest, and she almost hoped that it was simply just to get better leverage on her when it came to fighting her. The fact that the hands immediately squeezed down, a subtle moan escaping the man’s lips as he did, indicated otherwise to the officer. The fact that their priorities laid as misaligned as they were… was that a good thing or a bad thing?
The question didn’t matter now, as her escape efforts were being quickly extinguished. The man’s own hands came upon her own, pulling them with ease as he forced them towards her back. She needed to find something else… some other way to fight back… but… but how? Caitlyn could do little but throw her body around as he wiggled a knee atop her arms to keep them pinned while he looked for something to bind them with.
And what was a more perfect choice than the officer’s own handcuffs? He ripped them off of her skirt, the jingling of chains entering Caitlyn’s ears as her struggles stopped for a moment while she placed the sound. Before she had the chance to do anything about it, she felt the cool, firm pressure of metal around one of her wrists, the cuff tightened as far as it could go until it dug into her skin, and the short connecting chain was pulled to her other wrist to secure the restraint completely on her. It was a reversal of situations that the cop never had expected while working--her being the one slapped into cuffs and being subdued.
She hesitated for a moment, feeling the humiliation of being an officer in peril sinking in. But Caitlyn knew that no amount of shame was anything compared to what fate would befall her if she didn’t exhaust every possible option.
“HEELLLP!” She cried out, immediately alerting the man on top of her. It was an obvious response that had seemed to slip all of their minds in the heat of battle, but the reaction was swift from them a moment later as Caitlyn tried to call out again.
“HE-AMMHFFF!” A gloved hand came over her mouth before she could cry out completely again, firmly pressed against her lips to ensure no one beyond the men could hear any sort of distressed voice. She kicked and struggled about once more, trying to see if any sort of opportunity could be gained by the suddenness of her actions… but obviously, little about her situation had changed.
“Bitch… settle down and shut up!” The man pinning her down commanded in a hushed whisper, and of course, the officer did not obey. If only to spite him despite the uselessness of her actions, she thrashed against his weight some more, though she didn’t bother trying to struggle against the cuffs. She, of all people, knew how secure those things were. And that fact weighed on her as she tried to consider her options.
The direness of her situation had begun to sink in now. Through adrenaline and battle instincts, her body had practically acted on its own, fighting from one second to the next, but now she finally had a chance to think. To realize that a group of criminals who would very likely harbor a bit of resentment towards the law had an officer in their grasp--a thorn in their side, right in their hands. Her weapon was far out of reach with her hands already restrained… she was in a tight spot now.
Caitlyn tried to pull her body around, eyes darting to figure out what she could about the situation. Obviously one of the men was on top of her--she could feel that quite clearly. Another one stood before the two of them still struggling on the ground, watching clearly and ensuring that even if by some miracle, Caitlyn threw the man off of her, she’d get little out of it besides another one trying his quite favorable luck with her. Of the other two, they were both attending to two different vehicles. One of them was ensuring that none of their captives in the first van had gotten up to anything during the momentary battle, and unfortunately, it seemed that they were secured tight enough in the transport that nothing had come of Caitlyn’s efforts. She stared at one of them for a moment, the despair on her face even greater than it had been before, Caitlyn recognized. Had all she did was give them a spark of hope, a flickering chance at freedom… only for it to be dashed before their very eyes? S-She…
She tried not to dwell on that. There still had to be some kind of opportunity, somewhere. Her gaze turned to the last of the men, who was rummaging through her car, clearly seeing if there was anything else worth taking. Then, a moment later, he suddenly popped out of the car, holding something in his hands as he ran towards the others.
It was her radio. And a voice was clearly coming out of it.
“I repeat, Officer Caitlyn, do you copy? We’ve received a report of disturbances in the area where your GPS says you are. Are you able to confirm these reports? Over.”
T-This was a chance! Caitlyn could see the men share gazes with each other, awkwardly trying to figure out what they were supposed to do about this. With no response, a full set of officers should be dispatched to her location! Then they’d catch the criminals, save the people who’d already been kidnapped… and though Caitlyn was ashamed as an officer to admit its importance to her… she’d be saved.
One of the men stepped forward, whispering to the one who held the radio. He nodded, and then leaned down in front of Caitlyn, holding the radio in front of her mouth, which still had a hand firmly placed over it. What was he…
The other man picked up her rifle, still functional, and pointed it at one of the hostages in the van. The unfortunate woman immediately began to struggle and scream at the sight, fear overcoming her the second the weapon was pointed at her innocent body. Just what the hell was this man thinking--
“Here’s the deal, officer. You can say everything’s just fine… or everyone here can suffer a far worse fate than they have to. Including you.”
Caitlyn’s eyes widened, as her body grew still. That… n-no, she couldn’t. T-They wouldn’t do such a thing! W-Would they..? Caitlyn knew well that the most threatening criminals were ones backed into a corner, desperate to do anything necessary to save their own skin, and if they couldn’t save themselves… then they’d be more than happy to take their enemies down with them.
Time was running out. The man holding the radio pressed the push-to-talk button, and the hand over Caitlyn’s lips fell from them, giving her the freedom of speech back. She wanted to scream out, tell them that it wasn’t okay, but… Her eyes returned to the terrified women already kidnapped before turning down towards the ground, shamefully.
“T-This is Officer C-Caitlyn…” She began, knowing that this was her last chance as tears welled in her eyes. Caitlyn let out a sudden gasp, as she realized that the man was still running his hands all along her restrained body as if to taunt her... to dare her to speak up. The woman pushed past the welling emotions, knowing that she had to for authenticity in what could be her last report. “I… I see no current signs of illicit or otherwise suspicious activity. I’ll update you if anything else changes. O...Over.”
The man dropped the radio to the ground, and the responder barely got out a message of acknowledgment before the device was crushed beneath his boot, shattering into dozens of pieces right in front of the officer. He dug his heel into it for good measure, almost as if to taunt the officer that her first and only chance to call for help was gone forever, despite the terrible cost it would’ve carried. But Caitlyn breathed a sigh of relief when her rifle was dropped by the man who’d threatened her and the other captives with it.
Then he began to laugh. It echoed throughout the alleyway, almost disturbingly so, for a long dozen seconds as the man stared down at the officer who’d so willingly signed her fate away.
“W-What’s so funny?!” The officer demanded, her anger growing at the annoyment of her enemy’s amusement.
“Oh… nothing, really. I just didn’t think you’d actually expect us to up our charges from kidnapping to murder. If you just told the police like you should’ve, then there’s no way we could handle an entire force on us. Surrendering all the slaves, hostages, and information we already have in exchange for a plea bargain would be a far better deal than a bit of last minute vengeance, obviously!”
The man leaned down, grabbing the officer’s chin to make sure she looked straight at him before continuing. “But… I guess you just didn’t see that. Thanks to you, we’re still right on schedule, with an extra bit of blue to round out our haul for the night! Heh, cops really are as dumb as they look.”
Caitlyn stuttered for a moment, trying to reason it in her head. S-She couldn’t have known that… even if it was a small chance, it was worth it, wasn’t it? She hadn’t really just…
Any sort of deep thought she found herself in was immediately snapped out of when the man’s hand trailed down her back, finding its way to the short skirt that somehow qualified as proper attire for an officer. He gave the bottom beneath it a quick spank, reminding the officer of her new place, earned by the many mistakes she had made tonight.
“Y-You… you-aaMMHFF!” The gagging hand came over her mouth once again, and her struggles were renewed if only out of the mere frustration which boiled within her, the only way her body could find to spill out the swirling mess of emotions inside her head. Regret, anxiety, anger, fear… she fought against the slavers because of these despite how useless her efforts were. The man pinning her down simply pressed a little harder, and she could do nothing but stare as they prepared the finishing parts of their impromptu plan with her.
“Mmmf…” She grunted, angrily, as two sets of cuffs jingled in front of her, ones which they must’ve found in her cop car. Of course, it was always possible for Caitlyn to need to arrest more than one person in a single incident… like if this had gone as planned, but these men were only arresting the one lady who’d dared to get in their way. And they decided to use all of the restraints they found on her anyways.
She felt one of the sets clattering shut around her ankles, pinning them together in an embrace that was just as inescapable as the pair around her wrists. Did these people even know where she kept the keys to these? D-Did they even care..? She tried to shout through the hand over her mouth, but with how it muffled her voice, nothing clear came of it.
A set of firm, rough hands came to her elbows next, pushing them close together before locking the third pair of handcuffs around them. Her entire arms were now locked in a secure embrace, unable to even shake them around at all without feeling the tight bite of the metal cuffs digging into her skin. It did well to dissuade her efforts, yet she still tried to show her resistance by struggling through the other parts of her body.
Caitlyn realized why that’d been a bad idea only a few moments later. She assumed that the immediate gagging of her with something more permanent, like the thick, black cloth they stuffed in her mouth to suppress her speech ruthlessly, and the longer strand they wrapped and tied over her mouth, was simply so that she wouldn’t be able to speak as they transported her. When the hand which had previously been gagging her immediately crept down to her chest, she realized that it was just so that the hand could be free to grope her as much as it wished.
“Mmm! Mnn HnphPHnrnphs!” Her gag was effective in silencing her cries as both of the man’s palms rubbed against her breasts firmly, his fingers pulling down the blue cloth covering which left only her leather bra as protection from direct contact. He seemed content with this much, however, squeezing roughly as his hands circled the officer’s breasts, the squeaking of the bra beneath them filling both his and Caitlyn’s ears. Any further struggling seemed to only encourage the man, his lecherous sounds, moans, and laughter disturbing the captured officer as he pressed down harder, digging his entire body into hers as she was forced to endure it all.
“Spent so long… avoiding the police like you… so it feels so good… to finally… pay you back for your interference!” The man whispered in between heavy breaths, his vendetta seeming to only encourage him further. Another one of them seemed eager to join in on the fun, attention turning towards the short skirt which had inevitably been hiked up in the chaos of their fight. He rubbed the woman's shapely ass, eyeing the silk, black panties beneath and even running a teasing finger along the length of her crotch. A moment passed, and he replaced it with a punishing SPANK!
“Mmphf MMM!” She let out intelligibly, as humiliation simmered in her mind at the situation itself. Here she was, a police officer, dominated and used by a group of criminals she was trying to catch. Not to mention bound with her own restraints as well… the worst part was, that she would be okay with the other officers laughing at her, or berating her, or any of that. Because that would mean that in the end, she was found and saved. As she endured more of his greedy fingers, his head pressing against the back of hers to kiss it and use it, while the other men prepared transportation…
The odds of her finding freedom ever again were dwindling. Caitlyn knew well based on the numerous cases she’d studied in preparation for her own search, that those who disappeared like this were rarely seen again. What was she to become? A sex slave to some Zaunite gang, or to an aristocratic noble who cared little for the laws she so desperately had tried to enforce? Would she even stay in the city, or be shipped off to some other nation to be a servant there? And even if by some miracle she was saved, that was it. There was nothing she could do to free herself at this point, bound and gagged as she was. It almost didn’t seem worth it to hold onto even a small flicker of hope, because it seemed so inevitable that it’d be extinguished anyways.
She shook her head, trying to snap herself out of such thoughts. The only thing she had to distract herself with, however, was the incessant assault of the man on her body, seemingly obsessed with every curve she had to offer. The only thing she could do was uselessly fight back or accept it, and despite the futility of struggling in such circumstances, she’d be loath to accept such a fate willingly. They hadn’t broken her so soon… not yet, anyways.
The man soon turned the officer over, trapping her arms underneath her own weight while the man laid atop her body, staring down at her chest in its full glory. His eyes rested on those supple curves, entrapped by the tight, leather bra which held them up so perfectly… he almost seemed intoxicated by the sight alone. And that seemed to make indulging in it all the better. He pressed his head to her chest, tongue running against her skin as he feverishly kissed the cleavage of her breasts, a spare hand keeping the other one company while his mouth indulged in its own. His attention trialed down to the area which the bra directly covered, the intense smell of leather filling his nostrils as he gave his due attention there as well, seeming to particularly enjoy how the officer’s chest filled out the garment so nicely.
“We’ve pushed our luck far enough tonight,” A man standing above the both of them began, seemingly either partial or indifferent to the torment of their captive as he seemed unconcerned with his cohort’s abuse of the officer. “Time to get moving.”
Though the man so thoroughly abusing her seemed disappointed, after a few final seconds, he pulled himself off of her. Caitlyn used this opportunity to glance around one more time. One of them was already in her cop car, moving it out of the way, but one of the other men… seemed to have gotten quite the haul from it as well. A taser, a baton, even a few more pairs of handcuffs… things that could be used to kidnap more people. The implications of her failure stared back at her harder every time she looked towards them.
Then, the two of them pulled the officer up to her feet, before revealing that there were a few final items for the officer to be equipped with. Forcing a blindfold on her was almost a mercy. Every time she looked at those other captives, struggling and moaning in despair in the backside of that van, guilt overcame her. The tears which dripped from her eyes were covered and soaked up by the leather of the blindfold as well. But now she couldn’t even tell who it was who ran their hands along her body, surely using the excuse of “holding her in place so she doesn’t try to escape” as reasoning for why he gripped her round bottom firmly.
They probably didn’t need to lie to themselves in such a manner, Caitlyn realized. These criminals knew exactly what they wanted in this line of work. She dared to shake her body side to side, pulling against the strict metal cuffs with both of her arms, but only succeeding in two things. The first of which, was intensifying how they dug in and punished her for merely resisting, just as they were ironically designed to. The other thing, which Caitlyn had just forgotten, was that it drove the slavers' attention back to her curves, which jiggled along with every struggle. Another set of hands seemed to ensure that her breasts got no more than a minute of reprieve, the two men seeming to have no issue with sharing the woman between them. Shaking her body before had drawn attention… now any such efforts caused them not to shake at all thanks to the firm, heavy grip which held them in their hands.
Then she felt a cold, metal presence around her neck, and could only hear the collar locking shut a second later. It felt frighteningly conclusive, like confirmation that this was really happening to her. She tried to pull back slightly, but a firm and tough pressure pulling her forward from around the collar commanded her otherwise. It took her a second to realize that it was a leash, that she was being treated like an animal that Pet Control would try and secure. Caitlyn was forced to follow regardless, taking short steps thanks to the solid cuffs around her ankles.
Of course, they decided that this wasn’t quick enough, and gave the officer encouraging slaps against her bottom to “push” her forward a little more. A bit of generous motivation, she figured. Her throat had grown hoarse from the constant moans and sounds she tried to make in response, the only type of resistance she could put up at this point. How useless it was…
“Hmm… I don’t think you’ll be joining the citizens you’re sworn to protect in the back. No… I think you’ll be a nice distraction up front.”
Another chance at relief from these brutish men’s insatiable touch was stolen right before her. She was dragged towards the passenger seat, where one of the men got in before helping pull the struggling officer up and on top of himself. He laid the bound woman on his lap before his hands wrapped around her once more, ensuring that she’d do little but wiggle about under the combination of her strict bindings and his overwhelming strength.
Caitlyn wanted to believe that someone would see her like this… but not only were the windows probably tainted, it was the dead of night anyways. How many people, of the few who were driving along the streets, would even be able to see into the van with any amount of clarity? How many would believe that it wasn’t just a trick of the eyes if they somehow saw her like this, anyways?
The door of the passenger seat shut behind her, and she could do nothing but wait for the van to be started up. While the other man taking this van got in the driver’s seat, her body was all but unoccupied by the return of those lecherous hands along her curves. The man who had her sat on his lap quickly gave them a few good gropes as she let out a moan of helplessness in response before he began pulling her closer to his face. Once more his attention was drawn entirely to the bra which held the woman’s curves, kissing and rubbing it with an intense vigor as the woman tried to find some way to ignore the sensations. And yet it was either that, or her thoughts would inevitably be drawn towards her bleak future…
She heard the van finally startup as the other man got into the passenger seat. The other one, which had caused her to get trapped in this predicament in the first place, was probably already pulling out of the alleyway. If their base wasn’t here, then had they really intentionally trapped her like this? Was she, the ace investigator Caitlyn, really outfoxed by a bunch of lowly criminals?
Caitlyn wondered if she’d ever get the chance to ask. She felt the vehicle begin to lurch backwards, and the man tightened his grip on her, generously ensuring that she wouldn’t fall back or anything. One of his hands crept up, however, pulling off the officer’s cap with ease. She couldn’t tell what he’d done with it thanks to the blindfold, but the shuffling sounds that followed almost made Caitlyn think that he’d put it on his own head.
“Don’t worry, lass. It’s not like you need that, anymore.”
Unfortunately, Caitlyn knew he was right. She’d lost her badge, her rifle, her dignity… so, so much. Reduced to nothing more than a squeeze toy for the man as they drove along the open streets of Piltover she was supposed to protect. That was her vow, wasn’t it? To protect and serve..?
All she could do now was serve.