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 MAX WEBB

   Chapter 1: The End.(F/F, FM/F, bondage)

   Max was not looking forward to her last day as a cop.  She locked her
car and walked quickly inside.  Her colleagues looked away, ignoring the
slender dark-haired 30-something woman as she went to her locker.

   "What the bloody hell -?" Max reacted instinctively as she saw all her
belongings in an opaque bag.  Someone had just tipped everything from her
locker into the bag, not caring about any damage.

   "We don't like traitors here!" Max turned to see Andi, a fellow female
officer, standing in the doorway.  "Came to tell you 'his nibs' wants to
see you in his office,"

   "Alright, I'll - go - along - in - a - sec," Max said as she pulled her
skirt into place.

   A flicker of lust shone for just a second in Andi's eyes as she watched
Max smooth the skirt around her bottom and straighten it along her long
legs.

   "He said now, Max," Andi said shortly.  "Oh, and don't work too hard at
getting tidy.  You won't stay like that long."

   "Why?" Max asked but Andi had disappeared.  Shrugging, Max quickly
brushed her shoulder-length curls and set off for the Chief's office.

   She had 'squealed' on a very bent cop and had been off work for the
duration of the inquiry, on the understanding that she would work ONE day
after the findings were announced and accept compulsory retirement.

   The walk to the Chief's office was not a long one, but she was acutely
aware of eyes burning into her as she walked through the office and into
the familiar operations HQ.  The Chief's office was at the end of the
passage and Max briefly wondered why she had agreed to come back for that
one day, but she felt that she was the wronged party and even harboured a
vague idea that somehow she could remain on the force.  The inquiry had
falsely painted her as a woman who was frustrated at not getting promotion,
and who had tried to get a senior officer out of the way so she could get
his job, so it was not likely that she would be welcome.

   "Sit down," was the gruff instruction that Chief Mike Trueman threw at
her.

   Max did as instructed and turned her clear blue eyes to focus on the man
who had made sure that the inquiry had found her guilty.  Trueman had been
a kind of hero figure to her and she felt the build up of tears of dismay
and frustration at the outcome of her career.

   "Mick" - she started to stammer, "I, uh, this it....  I mean that is..."

   "Just give me your badge and cuffs Officer.  We have nothing to
discuss".

   Max placed the cuffs on the table followed by her badge; Trueman
approached and held up the cuffs.  Suddenly he twisted her arms behind her
and snapped the cuffs on her wrists.  Taken by surprise, Max was now
completely defenceless and tried to twist away as he manhandled the
feminine package towards the door and pulled it open to reveal Andi
waiting.

   "Here she is, Andi," With a hard slap to her bottom he pushed her
towards the waiting policewoman, "take good care of her."

   Andi smiled as she pulled Max into an adjoining room.

   "You know, I've fantasised about you for at least half the time we have
known each other, professionally speaking.  Now I am going to know you in
the more Biblical sense, and -" she paused as she pushed a gag into Max's
mouth.  "I am going to enjoy it!"

   Max found her legs being strapped to a table; the cuffed hands were
pinned uncomfortably underneath her.  Andi reached for the heavy-duty
scissors and started to cut through the now totally helpless policewoman's
clothes.

   "What the fuck?" Max thought as her sweater and shirt were cut off her,
revealing a very lacy bra beneath.

   "I would never have thought you would be into lacy bras Max, I thought
you were way too gender-neutral for that!  Lets see what they're hiding
shall we?"

   Andi undid the bra and snipped the shoulder straps to get the thing off
Max, and revealed two well-shaped breasts begging to be sucked and more. 
Andi bent to suckle one breast and was pleased to hear a moan in protest
from her victim.

   "Better not get sidetracked yet, let's have you naked first, then our
Andi-girl can play with you.  Chief's given me the morning duty of 'seeing
to you', and I am going to see to you.  Do you like being tongued?  Or
thrashed?  How about clamps, what about them?  Don't know?  Well you will
by the time you leave this room,"

   Andi chatted as she strapped Max's torso down onto the table.  She then
lovingly pulled the skirt taut and began to slowly cut through the material
and Max's equally frilly panties.  Muffled moans delighted her as she then
ran her hands over the revealed soft warm skin and had a quick stroke of an
inviting and defenceless cunt.

   "Mmm, I like your cunt, sweet Max; I'm going to enjoy that.  Let's start
at the top shall we?  How do you kiss?"

   Removing the gag she put her mouth on Max's and insisted on a kiss from
her unwilling victim.  Sliding her hands over Max's breasts Andi kissed
long and deep, while her hands were starting to light fires in the bound
soon-to-be-ex-colleague.  Finally she tired of tongue fighting and moved
down to play with the erect nipples that were, as far as she was concerned,
begging for some rough stuff.  Andi pulled some clamps from her pocket and
adeptly fixed one each to Max's tits.  Max screamed.  This was WAY out of
her sexual experience!  Andi smiled and stroked the other's slit as she
listened to a stream of swearing.  She knew what she was doing to Max, had
even planned it with Mike.  He had arranged for this room to be empty and
if any of the others heard Max screaming, well, they knew what was
happening.

   Andi fiddled with the clamps, listening to her victim scream in agony
and getting turned on by the power play.  One hand slipped to stroke her
own cunt and clit.  That would have to wait a bit.  First she had to
torment Max and she knew how.  Reaching for her stick she ran it along
Max's body before letting it nestle in her cunt lips.  Moving slowly she
coated it with juice before suddenly ramming it into Max.

   "You - Bitch!  Cow!  That - hurts!" the words came from Max in gasps as
Andi pumped the stick in and out.

   "Now, now; you know how these things hurt when you get thumped on the
arm.  Just imagine how it will hurt when I thump it down on your cunt
lips,"

   "You - wouldn't -"

   "I'd be careful, Max, if I were you.  I might 'mishear' you, and think
you wanted me to do ......................  this!"

   With that, Andi brought another stick down on the vulnerable flesh.  Max
roared in pain.

   "Please...  no more I beg you....  aaah .......  ooucch," Max's cry was
forced from her lips as Andi pulled her victim up from the table by the
clamps that were so painfully biting into her tits.

   "You will get no mercy from me, you little bitch!"

   Untying Max's torso and legs, Andi grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her
upright and slammed a fist into the still handcuffed beauty's solar plexus.
Max doubled up.  She would have fallen if she was not kept upright by
Andi's cruel grip on the nipple clamps.  A cry of agony echoed around the
room as she was frogmarched to a second table and bent over face down this
time.

   "No, please!" she screamed, trying to turn and escape from this
nightmare but she was forced down over the table.  A strap held her body
down on the table.

   As she lay face down on the table Max heard the door of the office open.
Although she squirmed and fought, she couldn't see who had come into the
room, or get free.  Andi had by now used her own handcuffs to secure Max's
legs to the table, and with her hands still painfully tethered behind her
she was firmly fixed with her bottom painfully exposed to whoever entered
the room.

   "It's time you were given a lesson, bitch," she heard Andi sneer.  All
Max could do was imagine the erotic view she was giving as she strained
against her bonds and her bottom weaved, the muscles working under the soft
silky skin of her rounded bottom.

   "Hi babe bitch"; came a man's voice, but she wasn't sure whose.  He
began to stroke and fondle her body, stroking the curve of her back as he
reached underneath her and pinched her cunt.

   "Ooucch!!  She protested as he continued to stroke her, his finger
tracing the warm and pulsing slit which was becoming wet and aroused.

   "You bitch you are enjoying this", he spat at her.

   Smack!  Smack!  He slapped her backside hard and with obvious enjoyment.

   All at once Max knew the probable identity of her current assailant.

   Richard Strong, the bent cop she had reported.

   If it was Dick Strong, Max knew she was in for a rough ride.  Dick had a
reputation for being heavy-handed with suspects, going as far as major
assaults on women detainees when they were in the cells.  He never actually
molested them, just implied that he would if they didn't do as he wished.
This time however, he had carte blanche and could take his anger out on her
with no comeback as far as the force was concerned.

   More slaps followed, each one getting harder.  Max was enduring it, with
only grunts coming from her now.

   Suddenly the slaps stopped, and Max lay trussed up with her throbbing
and painful bottom exposed to her two attackers.  A sharp 'ping' got her
full attention.  The man had picked up a plastic ruler and flipped her sore
flesh.  She gasped in pain as she received a series of blows; each one
closing in on her cunt till the last three fell directly on her wet flesh,
turning it into a vivid red.

   Andi reached under the table and started caressing Max's clit, taking
her victim's attention away from the pain.  Max felt her juices flowing,
and moaned in humiliated enjoyment as Andi did her work.  Soon Max was
writhing as she forced to cum again and again, and her moans, groans and
struggles became even more desperate.

   The man watched the floorshow, stroking his cock.  This was going better
than planned; Andi and he hadn't expected Max to be so turned-on.  As Max
was forced through yet another orgasm he stepped forward and slid his hard
cock deep into her cunt.  Immediately he felt her muscles ripple along his
length and he groaned as he was squeezed tightly.

   The man pulled out only to ram back in harder.  Pulling her buttocks
apart, he watched himself as he thrust into Max.  He ran a finger between
her buttocks, pressing against the small hole before moving down to her
cunt.

   "No, don't!  Owwwww!  Please stop.  I can't take it.  Please stop. 
Don't touch me like that!!  Don't.  Please stop.  Owwwwwww!!! 
Noo-oooo-oooo!!!"

   Both assailants were getting their kicks from abusing the traitor,
punishing her for every indignity; real or imagined they had suffered in
recent months.  Andi was punishing Max for ignoring her even when she had
made it so obvious that she fancied her, while Dick was simply putting her
'back in her place'.

   "Have you got the message yet, Max?  We don't like whistle-blowers,"
Andi's voice taunted from beneath the table.  The man reached forward and
tied a rag round Max's face, blindfolding her, as he pulled out of her
cunt, saying,

   "Her back end is all yours now Andi."

   He walked round the table and pulled Max forward so he could force-feed
her to his thick cock.  Max choked on the mass of flesh thrust into her
mouth.  The man got a grip of her hair and forcibly fucked her throat. 
Andi had moved so she could reach the other's cunt lips and was nibbling
the flesh, enjoying Max's constant twitching with agonised pain.  She
intended Max would keep a physical memory of her last day as a cop.

   This treatment of her body lasted forever - or so it seemed to Max.  All
of a sudden her throat was filled with sperm, making her splutter.  She
couldn't pull back, she had to swallow or drown in it.  The blindfold was
removed and she saw it was Dick.  He looked at her with undiluted hatred.

   "I'll get you one of these days, Maxine, don't worry.  This was just a
'teaser', a taste of what I'll do to you, when I catch up with you again,"
he hissed in her ear before walking off with a smirk on his face.

   The rest of Max's last 8-hour shift passed in a blur of sexual abuse
from everyone who chose to get involved.  Even Mike Trueman spent an
enjoyable ten minutes caning her tits.  At the end of it, he threw the bag
with everything from her locker at her and told her to get out and never
come back.  Max knew there had been an old tracksuit in the locker and
rummaged through the bag till she found it.

   Once dressed she felt slightly more human, but she still didn't dare go
into the Ladies to wash her face.  For all she knew they had staked out the
three Ladies loos in the building and besides, all she wanted to do was get
home and soak in her bath.  Walking awkwardly as a result of the pain in
her cunt, she made her way out of the building.

   She was no longer a cop.  What was she, then?  Max didn't have the
answer to that as she drove painfully home.

   It was a very subdued ex cop that struggled upstairs to her flat (about
5 miles from the police station).  Every step was painful and every
agony-filled movement made her more determined to show them all that she
was not just going to disappear.

   She was going to prove her innocence.  She had only been 'guilty' of
doing the right thing, of reporting the misuse of police powers for an
individual's gain.

   As for Dick Strong's threats, well, she could deal with him.  Somehow.
As she slipped carefully into the warm bath her mind was racing with
possibilities.

   An ad appeared in the local newspaper a few days later, with a PO Box
address and a mobile phone number.  It simply read Max Webb - Private
Detective.

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