County Trunk
Bob sat at a table in the breakfast room of the hotel munching coffee
and doughnuts, a road map spread out on the table before him. Since
taking his traveling sales job ten years ago right out of college he
enjoyed taking the scenic route when his schedule allowed it and this
July morning was shaping up into a beautiful, though hot, day. The
county roads that wound through the hilly picturesque Wisconsin
countryside would get him to his next appointment in plenty of time and
would far more relaxing than the roar and bustle of the summer freeway.
He swigged down the last of his coffee, gathered up his things and hit
the road. A short stretch of freeway got him to the state highway that
in turn led to the meandering county trunk road. It was about mid-
morning when he came up on the turn-off to his intended route and found
the way blocked by construction barriers and the road closed. He slowed
down a bit to look wistfully down the tree shaded lane and noticed a
group of construction workers sitting under a nearby tree. He noted
that they were all women, suntanned and muscular.
"Sign of the times," he said to himself and began to swing his car
around to head back to the freeway. One of the women, a tall blond in
short cutoff jeans, tee shirt and heavy work boots saw him and waved
him down.
She walked up to the car as Bob rolled down the window.
"We're just finishing up here. We planned to take down the barriers
after our break but I'll let you through now," she said.
"Thanks," said Bob and he drove through the opening she made for him,
waving again in appreciation.
"Have a good one!" he heard her say as he passed.
What he didn't see was her reaching into her pocket for a cell phone
and making a quick call then giving a wicked smirk as his car
disappeared around a bend in the road.
The road wound along a stream through a valley bordered by rolling
hills. Small quaint farms dotted the landscape. Bob cruised along at an
unhurried pace, the window open, smelling the fragrance of roadside
flowers and fresh hay.
To his surprise he heard a siren behind him and looked in the rear view
mirror to see a police motorcycle gaining on him fast with lights
flashing. He had, if anything, been going less than the speed limit. He
shrugged and pulled over as the officer came up along side and cut in
front of him onto the narrow shoulder of the road then dismounted from
the cycle doffed helmet and walked back toward the car.
He saw it was a large, tall woman with short dark hair. She wore a
black leather outfit and knee high jack boots. Though heavy set she was
shapely, full breasted and broad hipped and the leather riding suit
fitted her voluptuous curves tightly. She approached the car and
stopped facing him a few feet into the road. Her face was not
unattractive though coarse featured and wore what seemed to be a
permanent look of arrogant, cheerful cruelty
Bob was an athletic sort, a trim six footer, well muscled and lean. The
cop was taller than he was even without her boots and carried herself
with a grace that belied her hefty figure.
"Is there a prob--"
"Out of the car!" she cut him off sharply and put her hand on a
nightstick that hung from her belt.
He shrugged again and opened the door, reaching for his wallet. He
extended his hand, holding his license and she grabbed his arm and spun
him around with a surprising strength, bellying him over the hood of
the car. His hands were cuffed behind him before he could protest and
then to his shock he felt her unbuckle his belt and yank his pants down
to his ankles. She expertly wrapped and twisted his belt tight to bind
his feet together and then hustled him around the front of the car. He
felt a tug on his shirt collar and then heard a ripping sound as she
tore it down the back and left the shreds of it hanging from his cuffed
wrists. He was now practically naked.
There was a shallow, grassy slope of about ten feet that fell away from
the road to a flat area before a fence and a hayfield. She shoved him
forward to the edge of that slope. He felt something stiff between his
knees and then a sharp blow came upward between his legs to hit his
groin, doubling him over in agony. He felt a foot on his behind that
gave him a hard shove and sent him rolling down the short slope to the
bottom of the ditch.
He lay moaning for awhile from pain of the blow but then recovered and
squirmed to his knees and turned to face his assailant who stood on the
shoulder of the road in front of the car. To his amazement and fright
he saw that she had slipped out of her leather breeches and was now
naked from the waist down except for her boots and a pair of black
panties which she was even then in the process of removing. She stepped
deliberately out of her underpants placed them under the heavy leather
pants she had lain on the hood of the car, seemingly to ensure that
they would not blow away on the breeze while she went about her work
and would be there when she had finished.
The tails of a white blouse dangled below the short leather jacket she
still wore. She tied them off about her waist to keep them out of her
way, drew her nightstick from her belt, rubbed the thick black triangle
of hair between her thighs fondly and stepped down the slope toward Bob
with a wicked gleam of anticipation in her eyes. He feared the stick
but somehow he knew her ultimate weapon was in the thick thatch between
her thighs.
He made a pathetic attempt to escape by hobbling away but she strode
forward and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his face. He felt a
sharp whack from the stick across his buttocks and then she rolled him
on his back with her foot and gave him a knock across his knee that
dizzied him with agony and took most of the fight out of him. She
reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up onto his knees
before her and pulled his face toward her crotch while thrusting her
hips forward.
Just then there was the sound of a car coming down the road from the
direction Bob had been going. His captor stopped and pushed him away,
turning to look over her shoulder. The car was a black limo with tinted
windows. It pulled to a stop in the road. Bob pulled away from her grip
and moved back a step.
"Okay you fat bitch," he said. "It looks like you're caught with your
pants down, so to speak. I don't know who the hell you think you are
but I'll see that you pay for this."
The rear side window of the limo rolled down half way revealing the
green eyes and auburn hair of a woman.
"Is everything under control sergeant?" she asked.
"No problem judge. I'll have him subdued shortly and he'll be before
your court first thing tomorrow."
"Excellent! Keep up the good work!"
The window rolled back up and the car drove off.
Bob cringed as the malevolent stare of the big woman turned on him.
"You were saying?" she sneered.