Tied For Justice: Bound Over Bail (HD)

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Officer Rachel’s patrol car rolled slowly down the quiet suburban street, its headlights cutting through the thick evening haze.. The neighborhood was usually uneventful—manicured lawns, locked doors, the occasional barking —but tonight, something felt off. Her sharp eyes caught the glint of shattered glass near the front porch of a two-story house, its curtains drawn tight. 
A broken window, jagged edges catching the dim glow of the streetlamp.
she approached the front door. It was ajar, the lock broken. Her pulse quickened—not from fear, but from the thrill of the hunt. Someone was inside.
The living room was dark, the only light spilling in from the hallway. Then—a noise. The faint rustle of papers, the slide of a drawer being shut too quickly. Rachel’s lips curled into a predatory smirk. 
“Police!” she barked, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Hands where I can see them!”
The figure at the desk froze mid-motion, a stack of envelopes clutched in one hand. Lucy. Rachel recognized her instantly—the dark hair cascading over her shoulders, the sharp blue eyes that had taunted her from across a courtroom months ago. A petty thief, a con artist, a woman who had slipped through Rachel’s fingers one too many times. And now, here she was, caught red-handed.
n two long strides, she crossed the room, her free hand slamming over Lucy’s mouth before she could scream. The envelopes scattered as Rachel pressed her body against Lucy’s back holding her securley. The warmth of her, the way her hips fit just right against Rachel’s thighs—it sent a jolt through her, something dark and hungry.
Did you really think you’d get away with it again?” Rachel murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Lucy’s ear. The woman trembled, her breath hot against Rachel’s palm. “Or were you hoping I’d find you? ”
Lucy muffled something against her hand, her body tensing as if to fight—but Rachel had her trapped. With a sharp tug, she wrenched Lucy’s arms behind her back, the resistance in her limbs only making Rachel’s grip tighter. She pulled a length of coarse rope from her belt, the fibers rough against her fingers as she looped it around Lucy’s wrists. The first knot was tight, biting into skin, and Lucy hissed through her teeth.
“That’s right,” Rachel crooned, cinching the second loop even tighter. “Struggle all you want. It’s not like anyone’s coming to save you.”
Lucy twisted, trying to break free, but Rachel was stronger. With a shove, she pushed her down onto the sofa. Her feet were bare too—delicate, high-arched, the toes painted, Rachel’s gaze lingered. Perfect.
“Enough playing around,” Rachel decided, reaching into her pocket. The ball gag was already in her hand, the red silicone gleaming dully in the dim light. Lucy’s eyes widened as she saw it, her head shaking frantically.
She opened Lucys jaw, the stretch of her lips obscene as the gag pressed in. The moment the strap clicked shut behind her head, Lucy’s protests dissolved into a muffled, desperate whine. Drool already glistened at the corners of her mouth, a thin trail escaping down her chin. Rachel wiped it away with her thumb, then brought it to her own lips, tasting the salt of Lucy’s fear.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Rachel breathed, pulling out her phone. The flash illuminated Lucy’s bound form—her wrists twisted behind her back, the rope digging into her skin, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and glistening. Rachel snapped photo after photo, angling for the best shots, 
“Gonna send these to the station,” Rachel lied, tucking her phone away. “Let them all see what happens to thieves who can’t stay out of trouble.”
Lucy snarled behind the gag, her body straining against the ropes, but Rachel only laughed. She reached down, her fingers trailing up Lucy’s thigh, inching toward the hem of her skirt—
The floorboards creaked.
Rachel’s head snapped up. A shadow filled the doorway, broad-shouldered, silent. The inspector leaned against the frame, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then his gaze flicked from Rachel to Lucy, then back again.
Rachel opened her mouth to explain—but the words died in her throat as He pushed off the doorframe and stepped forward. His boots were heavy, deliberate. Lucy went still, her muffled breathing the only sound in the room.
His hand shot out, gripping the front of Rachel’s uniform shirt. The fabric tore like paper, buttons popping as he yanked it open, exposing her black bra, her breasts heaving with every sharp breath
“Didn’t peg you for the type,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “But then again, neither was I.”
Rachel’s mind raced—this wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening—but her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening under his gaze. His free hand slid down, palming her breast , his thumb flicking over the stiff peaks her Nipple.
He grabbed some more rope, and smiled as he doubled it over, then looped it around Rachel’s ankles, cinching them tight. Rachel kicked, but it was useless—he was too strong, too fast. The ball gag came next, the silicone pressing against her tongue before she could even protest. The strap dug into the corners of her mouth as he buckled it cruelly tight.
Lucy’s breath hitched as the Inspector turned his attention back to her. His hands were rough as he grabbed her ankles, bringing her closer to Rachel.. He worked quickly, threading a fresh length of rope between their legs, causing their knees to bend, their ankles to touch. The hogtie was harshl, their chests pressed to the carpet, their asses lifted obscenely in the air.
Rachel’s vision swam. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be in control. She was supposed to be the one calling the shots. But now alongside Lucy, as his hands roamed over her bound body, squeezing her breasts, and tickling her soles, she could only whimper, her protests lost behind the gag. Lucy was trembling beside her, her own struggles growing weaker.
Rachel watched, helpless, as Lucy’s body stretched taut, her muscles trembling with the effort to stay upright as The Inspector ties Lucy to the for frame in strappado position
“There,” he said, stepping back to admire his work. “Much better.”
The girls tried to break free, but the ropes only tightened, digging into their skin. Rachels gaze locked onto Lucy’s—her rival, her prey, now suffering the same fate. Lucy’s blue eyes were bright with unshed tears, her lips stretched obscenely around the gag, as her drool drip onto the floor.
There was only silence.
They were in this together now.