Author’s note: This is the first story that takes place in Riverside. Please read Agent Kim Visits Riverside and Big Changes in Riverside High after this story, and please enjoy all three of them, and let me know what you think. ahandcuffgirl(at)yahoo(dot)com - Bethany
Part 1Sergeant Hall walked towards the expensive Mercedes that she had just pulled over. Apparently the registered owner, Mr. Vic Black could afford to drive thirty miles over the speed limit. She could see three women in the car as well as the male driver, who was presumably the aforementioned Vic Black. The window slid down as she approached, and the driver openly checked her out as she stepped up to the window. MEN, she thought with disgust. “Good afternoon Sir, may I see your license and proof of insurance please?” she asked him.
“No problem, Offic-, I mean Sergeant Hall” he corrected himself as he eyed her rank and name plate and passed her the documents. Sergeant Hall noticed the front passenger busy on a laptop. She glanced into the back seat and the brunette there caught her eye and deliberately licked her lips as she stared back at the Sergeant. She gave the brunette a scowl and returned to her cruiser. She ran his name through the computer and it came back clean. Well, Mr. Black wasn’t going to have a clean driving record after this ticket, she thought as she walked back to his car.
Damn! What a sexy cop, Vic thought as she walked back to her cruiser. He turned to the front passenger and asked Heather what she had found out about Sergeant Hall of the Riverside PD. She replied, “Sergeant Brandy Hall, 25, single, joined the force at age 18 as a cadet while still in high school. She has a Bachelors degree in criminal justice, as well as one in psychology; both from Riverside Women’s University.” Vic thanked her and asked if Riverside had a Men’s University to go with the Women’s. Heather replied after only a few taps of the keyboard with, “No.”
“Well, see if you can find out why, that’s not very fair.” Fingers tapping away, Heather set to her task as the oblivious Sergeant Hall returned. Vic used his rather substantial mind control powers to take control of the police Sergeant. “Brandy, have you written the ticket yet?”
Brandy had a flash of anger when he called her by her first name, but the normally aggressive Sergeant Hall was suddenly confused, tentative, scared. “Um, yes,” she replied.
Vic knew that she couldn’t rip it up without her superiors knowing about it, he’d been stopped for speeding over a hundred times, he knew the procedures for the tickets. “Well, since you can’t rip it up, when we get in court, I want you to drop the charges, understand?” The still bewildered Sergeant agreed with out hesitation. He held out his hand and she passed him the ticket. “I should get going now, and I should drive safely,” he suggested to her.
“You should get going now, and remember, drive safely,” she repeated back to him.
“Thanks sweetie,” he said and drove off with Jasmine and Laura giggled from the back seat, at Vic’s Jedi mind trick on the helpless police woman. After a few minutes on the road Heather told him why Riverside didn’t have a men’s university. Apparently, Riverside had about a fifteen to one female to male ratio, so there weren’t enough men for a men’s university. “Ah, that’s interesting,” he commented.
Heather went on to say, “The feds did a big study several years ago, but couldn’t find out why. Even more strangely is that the birthrate is also fifteen to one. In fact, it is getting worse. Twelve years ago it was only ten to one.”
“Great, I think we found our new home, ladies,” Vic announced.
After settling into a hotel Vic got to know more about his new home. He bought property for his business, as well as paid visits to the city council, mayor, and chief of the police; to make sure he started at the top in his take over. All easily fell under his power. Soon he had expanded his sphere of influence to include the entire town. Vic and his staff planned everything. He had experts in multiple fields, all beautiful women and working for him for free. Like any good leader, his girls handled the details, he just gave them direction. A couple of weeks later Vic went to court to contest his speeding ticket. Sergeant Hall informed the judge that she was dropping the charges, much to the judge’s surprise, as she usually tried to slam every speeder, especially men.
A week later Sergeant Hall was on patrol and noticed some new construction on Highway 69. The sign out front proclaimed, “Future Home of Platformz Riverside’s premiere Gentlemen’s Club, Clothing Store, Restaurant, and Gym.” She was outraged that the mostly female city council would issue a permit for such a place. Then she laughed. There weren’t enough men in Riverside to keep an establishment like that operating. The owner was wasting his money. She glanced back at the sign to see if the owner was mentioned, and it was. “Vic Black.” Sergeant Hall recognized that name, he was that speeder that she’d let off the hook. She still wondered why she’d done that. . .
The strip club construction continued at a lightening pace. Sergeant Hall drove by it nearly everyday. A few weeks later, as it neared completion, she realized that she wasn’t as outraged as she was at first. At least the city would get some tax revenue from it and, she would have a new place to shop until it closed down for good.
God, I hate listening to this fat sexist pig, Sergeant Hall thought as she sat in shift briefing a few days later. The fat sexist pig in question was Riverside’s Police Chief, Chief Phil Beavers. I even hate his name, she thought as he prattled on. Finally, at the end, he said something useful. He announced that the owner of the new club on Highway 69 had invited the entire department to the grand opening next week. Sergeant Hall was horrified to see her friends grin at this news. Well, I guess I can forgive them this time, she thought as briefing broke up.
On the way out, Chief Beavers handed her and the other female officers envelopes, telling them that it was a gift card from Platformz for the female officers. Sergeant Hall mumbled thanks and left, opening it in her cruiser. The gift card was for fifty dollars. Sergeant Hall made a mental note to spend as little as possible over that, just to spite the club’s owner.
A week later Sergeant Hall showed up at Platformz for the grand opening. The parking lot was packed. She counted eight patrol cars in front, and several of her fellow officers pulling security nearby. Officer Jones waved hello to her as she squeezed in.
Damn, this place is way over the fire code limit, Sergeant Hall thought as she pressed through the crowded complex. She found the clothing store and started her shopping. She really only meant to spend the fifty dollars on the gift card, but she just couldn’t stop herself. The store was full of tiny, tight, stretchy things that she just had to have. Sergeant Hall had always dressed rather conservatively, as befitting a police officer and a college graduate, but she just loved the scooped-neck top, thin, tight pants and platform ankle boots.
Her arms were full besides that when she finally made it to the register. The bubbly blonde complimented her choices as she rung her up. The total was $293.69. Terri, as her pink nametag proclaimed her, told Sergeant Hall that if she spent over two-fifty, then she would get a free pair of platforms. When Sergeant Hall gently reminded the ditzy girl that she had already spent over two-fifty, Terri replied that the two-fifty couldn’t include a gift card. The lines were long, so instead of spending another seven bucks, Sergeant Hall decided to save her gift card for next time.
Looking at her watch, she realized that she wouldn’t have time to check out the restaurant, and some of the other shops before she had to go to work. Driving was a little difficult in her new boots, but she managed.
The next day Chief Beavers called a meeting of all female officers. As the highest ranking one, she sat up front, even though she had no idea why they were all here. Chief Beavers came in late, as usual. “Ladies, as many of you know, the city’s budget is very tight. As a result the council has decided to cut several positions.” He took a breath and continued, “A lot of positions, including a Sergeant’s slot.”
“Do you mean we are all getting fired,” asked Officer Wade a few seats behind Sergeant Hall.
“Not exactly, I’ve found out that our department has slots for 25 civilian support staff. I am going to re-hire all of you in those slots. The pay won’t be as much, but it’s all I can do, I’m sorry about this.” Sergeant Hall was speechless. How could the city do this? Most of these women had seniority on at least a dozen male officers, why weren’t they getting fired? She would have to call her lawyer again. It had taken a lawsuit to get her promotion to sergeant; it might take another one to stop this blatant sex discrimination.
Sergeant Hall had two weeks to save her job, as well as her fellow policewomen’s. She spoke to several of them about joining her in her lawsuit, but they all seemed to be grateful that Chief Beavers would keep them, even at the lower salary. “What? This is the man who introduces himself as Chief Phil Beavers to every woman he meets. Who insists that all officers practice pat searching and handcuffing techniques every week, but, for training purposes only, yet, only video tapes the females? He probably put the mayor up to this, just to get rid of us.” Down the line, they would hear none of it.
Sergeant Hall called her lawyer without them. Christina Downing went to college a year ahead of her, and was probably even more feminist than she was. Christina had already taken several cases for the ACLU, an accomplishment for such a young lawyer. “Good morning, law firm of Brinkley, Edwards, and Goldberg, this is Christie, how can I help you?” a peppy voice greeted her.
Where’d they get the teeny-bopper, Sergeant Hall thought as she listened to the voice on the line. “Christina Downing’s office, please,” she asked her.
“Like, this is Christie Downing,” the voice replied.
Sergeant Hall was puzzled, why was Christina answering phones, and calling herself Christie. “Christina, this is Brandy, what’s going on?”
“Oh, Hey Brandy,” came the perky reply. “Like what do you mean what’s going on?”
“Why are you answering phones, and going by Christi, I thought you hated that name?”
“Well, it’s kinda complicated. A few weeks ago I just got tired of being a lawyer and all, so I talked to the firm’s partners, and one of them suggested that I could stay on staff as a receptionist.”
Now Brandy was floored. This was the woman that graduated summa cum laude. That swore to have her own law firm by age thirty. “What about having your own firm by thirty?” Brandy asked, trying to make some sense of what her lawyer, her friend was doing.
“Like I want to be stuck is some stuffy ol’ office all day, or in some court room. I want to have some fun; I want to have a life.” Brandy kinda felt the same way lately, without the lawyer references. “Oops, I gotta go, Mr. Brinkley needs me to um, take some dic-tation for him.” The lawyer turned receptionist quickly hung up without waiting for a reply.
Frustrated, Sergeant Hall hung up the phone. She would have to get another lawyer. Maybe she would wait to see if the city actually went through with it first. Yea, that’s what I’ll do, she thought. Having reached a decision on that matter, Sergeant Hall decided to take her mind off Christina by doing some shopping before work. She could use that gift card from Platformz.
Brandy walked out of Platformz a couple of hours later with several bags in each hand. She had spent well more than the fifty dollars on her gift card. There were some adorable little mini skirts that she just had to have, and then she needed some tops to go with them. Then she realized that she only had three pairs of heels over two inches, and she had gotten all of them just the other day. So she had to get several pairs of platforms, from Platformz. She giggled to herself when the pun occurred to her. Her old shoes just didn’t go with her new outfits. The currents trends around town seemed to be hemlines that were well above the knee, tight tops that showed plenty of cleavage, and shoes with lots of heel on them.
After shift briefing Sergeant Hall was called into the Chief’s office for a meeting. Phil Beavers, it was sorta funny she thought as she walked into his office. “Hello Sergeant Hall,” Chief Beavers greeted her. “Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Vic Black. His clothing store, Platformz, is kind enough to donate the uniforms for our new civilian support staff.” Sergeant Hall shook Vic’s hand with a smile. God, I can’t believe I didn’t see how gorgeous he is, she thought. Chief Beavers continued, “Mr. Black has brought a few samples over for us to see, and since you are . . . were a Sergeant, I thought that you should get to try yours on first.”
“Thank you Sir, but you really don’t have to, I’m sure one of the other girls . . . I mean officers would be happy to do it,” Sergeant Hall replied.
Mr. Black spoke up, “Nonsense my dear, you’d be perfect. Besides, the uniform is just your size. We used your measurements from the store when you came in.”
Mr. Black’s words were like thunder in her mind. “Well, if you want me to Sir,” she replied sweetly.
“Good, everything is in my private bathroom,” said Chief Beavers with a nod to the appropriate door. “Leave your equipment belt here though, you won’t need them.” Silently, Sergeant Hall removed her equipment belt and set it, gun and all on the coffee table.
As she walked into the Chief’s bathroom, Mr. Black called after her, “Only wear the uniform, nothing else, not even your underwear.” For some reason she had no problem with a virtual stranger telling what underwear she could wear. “Yes Sir,” was her reply as she closed the bathroom door and started changing.
Once naked, Sergeant Hall started putting on her new uniform. There wasn’t much to it. The tiny black thong went on first. There didn’t seem to be a bra, so with a shrug, she put on the uniform. It was a one piece, black, with a wide silver stripe down each side. Tight short shorts made up the bottom part, and the top was just as tight, with a zipper on the front. The zipper stopped just on the underside of her breasts when she put it on. The sleeves came down just over her shoulders. On the left chest, the words “Property of RPD” with the first two words in smaller print over the much larger initials. The same words were printed on the back of the uniform, over her ass in much larger print. The boots that went with the uniform were glossy black knee-high boots with a couple inches of platform, and several more of heel in the back. A dozen silver bangle bracelets on each wrist completed the uniform. She wondered why the bracelets were necessary, but couldn’t bring herself to question Mr. Black’s choices. Except for the name tag that is, which was misspelled. I’ll have to get that fixed, she thought as she stepped out of the bathroom.
Chief Beavers whistled when she came out. Mr. Black had a wide glossy black belt in his hand. “This goes with it, Brandy,” as he handed it to her.
“Well, how do you like it, sweetie?” Chief Beavers asked her as she was buckling the tight belt around her waist.
Sergeant Hall dismissed the sweetie remark, even though she would normally be furious if someone called her such a sexist name. “Well, it’s nice and all, but my name tag is misspelled,” she responded while pointing to the nametag just over her right breast. “My name is Brandy, not Candy.”
Mr. Black addressed that problem. “Oops, that must have been a typo in the computer, but Candy is a much better name than Brandy for such a sweet little thing like yourself, don’t you think?” Somehow, when Vic suggested this, she didn’t think the name was sexist and degrading, like she did before.
Candy blushed and giggled and the compliment. “Well, if you say so, Mr. Black, I can be called Candy at work.”
“That’s great Candy. I’m glad that you like it, it looks good on you,” Chief Beavers said.
“Um Chief, there is one more question I have about the uniform, though.”
“Shoot Candy,” Chief Beavers replied.
“Why do I have a radio, two pairs of handcuffs, and nothing else on my belt?”
“Well Candy, the radio is so an officer can call you when he needs you, and the handcuffs are in case an officer needs an extra set in a hurry.” Chief Beavers glanced over to Mr. Black, “and since you mentioned the cuffs, Mr. Black wanted to try out a pair while he was here. You wouldn’t mind if he tried them out on you, would you?”
Candy locked eyes with Mr. Black. “Not at all, Chief,” she said with a smile.
“Good, I have some stuff to do, so I’ll leave you two alone then,” Chief Beavers announced. He shut the door as he left.
Mr. Black smiled and told her to come to him and turn around. Candy obeyed him without hesitation. She felt a pair of cuffs being taken off her belt and him grabbing her left wrist. The bracelets were pushed up her forearm, and the cuff snapped tightly onto her wrist. Then Candy felt him repeat the process with her right arm, and she was securely handcuffed. She tried to wiggle her wrists, and discover that they were hinged cuffs. Then Candy felt him pull the other set of cuffs off her belt and snapping them onto her wrists under the first set.
After handcuffing the former police sergeant, Vic temporarily returned her mind to normal; mostly normal anyways. Her reaction was instant. “What the fuck did you do to me?” she asked him in a soft voice as she tried to move, anywhere that was away from him. Her feet stayed firmly rooted to the floor.
Laughing, Vic replied, “Nothing that I haven’t done a thousand times before, Candy.” Walking slowly around her, he went on, “By the way, thanks for pulling me over that day, if you hadn’t, I might have never found out about your wonderful little town.” He ran a finger from her shoulder down her arm as he walked. “I’ve been looking for a place to take over, to re-make into my own vision of paradise. I thought that I’d have to get rid of a lot of men, but Riverside is just about right.”
“Please just leave me alone, I promise I won’t tell anyone, just please let me go,” Candy begged him in the still soft voice that he had permitted her.
Chuckling, he stopped in front of her, looked into her trembling eyes, and said, “I know you won’t tell anyone, even if I let you go, no one would believe you. At best, they’d ignore you; at worst they’d lock you away in a mental hospital for the rest of your life.” He set his hands on her shoulders as he said this. “Now, I want you to go out there and model your new uniform for everyone, and you’re going to enjoy it, understand, little Candy?” Vic returned his influence to her mind.
Smiling, Candy replied, “Of course I’ll enjoy it Sir, I look totally hot in this.” Vic gave her a playful swat on the ass as she walked out of the Chief’s office in her new uniform, still handcuffed.
There was whistling, clapping, even some degrading comments yelled. Some might even have come from the handful of criminals that were being processed, or doing various janitorial duties. Candy didn’t mind; she smiled, and let everyone get a good look. Everyone loved the new uniforms, and the other female officers wanted to know when they would get theirs. Candy directed them to Mr. Black, who told them that they would arrive with in a few days. Eventually, Chief Beavers unlocked the handcuffs on her wrists so Candy could get some work done.
A few days later all the female officers had their new uniforms. They were still a few days away from being officially civilians, but they already seemed to be into their new roles with the department. Candy cheerfully brought one of her former subordinates coffee while he looked over a report that Tabitha had typed for him. All the officers wanted to practice their handcuffing techniques on the new office girls, including Candy. Pat searching for contraband was also a popular activity. Jenny had even been stripped and given a cavity search by two officers in the inmate processing area.
“Alright girls, today it’s official, you’re civilians.” Candy barely noticed the way he referred to the group of grown women as girls. She was more concerned with how she was going to support herself on her new salary. As much as she loved her new job, she knew that it would be hard to make ends meet on forty percent of her old pay. “Now, I’ve got some good news. Platformz, who generously donated those cute little uniforms that you all are wearing,” He paused a moment to let them cheer, “Has decided to further their support the city and our department by offering every female employee a monthly allowance of three hundred dollars.” Now Candy joined her co-workers in the clapping and cheering. That would take care of most of her clothes shopping.
Chief Beavers had one more announcement. The girls settled back down and he introduced three new male police officers. The girls were happy to meet them. Candy was too until she realized that the city had just fired twenty-five officers. How could they hire new ones? Shouldn’t they have re-hired some of the girls that they had just fired? I’ll have to ask the Chief about this, Candy thought as she crowded around the new officers to help welcome them.
After a trip to the bathroom for some relief, something that Candy found that she needed at least once a day lately, Candy went to Chief Beaver’s office to talk to him. His new secretary, Abby, waved her in after getting the Chief’s permission. Candy stepped in her and Abby closed the door behind her. “Hello Candy, what can I do for you today?” He asked her with a leer.
“Well Sir, I was wondering, um, how can you hire new officers when you just fired all us girls?”
Chuckling, he said, “Well Candy, I didn’t fire anyone. All of you volunteered for your new jobs. So since all of you still work for the department, I can hire new officers.
“Oh, ok Sir. I guess that makes sense.”
“Yes, it does, doesn’t it? Now, run along Candy, I’ve got important stuff to do.” Candy left and Chief Beavers returned to review the DVD of Johnson and Schmidt strip-searching that cute little Jenny.
A few weeks later Candy was in Platformz spending her monthly allowance. Well, overspending it that is. Candy had recently found a shop that sold toys. Sex toys that is. She now owned several, and used them daily. Candy found herself spending most of her free time at Platformz. Between the shopping, the gym, and the restaurant, she hardly ever needed to leave. Lately, Candy had even taken to hanging out in the strip club itself. She was surprised to see a couple of her co-workers dancing on the stage. Candy waved to one when she looked her way. After her dance, the still naked Holly came and sat at Candy’s table.
“Hey girl, you looked hot up there,” Candy told the still panting Holly.
“Thanks, Candy, you should try it sometime. It’s like totally fun, and you make good money.”
Candy eyed the stack of bills that Holly was sorting. “Really, you think I could? How do you do it? I mean who do I need to talk to and stuff?” Candy briefly wondered how she could be thinking of being a stripper. A month ago she had been outraged that Platformz was even being built.
“Oh, you like gotta talk to Kira, she’s in charge of new talent. Oh, but there’s like a two month waiting list to get on stage, and you gotta pay a deposit of like two hundred bucks.”
Candy was confused, “What, you have to pay two hundred dollars just to get on stage?”
“Yea, but if you can’t pay it, then they will let you earn it by working around the club and stuff.”
“Well, I’ll think about it,” Candy told her. “Hey, I got to get to work, see you tomorrow.”
“I guess I should get dressed anyway,” Holly replied. The girls exchanged a brief hug, with Holly’s nipples pressing into Candy’s thin top, and each went their separate ways.
Candy spent some time with one of her vibrators between her legs before work. Having grown up in Riverside, the phrase “a good man is hard to find” took on a whole new meaning. Candy was no stranger to self-pleasure, but lately she was craving it everyday, sometimes twice. Maybe that will keep me out of the bathroom at work, she thought as she finished. As she drove to work, Candy decided that she needed to find a real man, and soon.
Over the next week the department hired 2 new officers, both male, and seventeen new civilian support staff, or office girls, as they liked to be called. All of the girls had to go through an extensive one-on-one interview with Chief Beavers before they were hired. Candy helped welcome all of the new employees, both male and female.
Candy was typing an arrest report for Officer Hudson a few days later when she noticed something interesting. Riverside had always had a low crime rate, due to the lack of men, Candy thought, but over the last couple of months major crime had almost disappeared. Candy checked the computer to confirm this, and found out that there was an armed robbery suspect, a couple of assaults, and an identity theft in lock-up. She looked further and found that the armed robber was from out of town, as well as one of the assaults. The other assault was a local woman involved in a fight over a boyfriend, and the identity theft was also a local girl.
Minor crimes however, were way up; domestics, public indecency, disturbing the peace, simple battery, etc . . .
Everyone that had been arrested in the past six weeks for one of those was a woman, or a teenage girl. Candy couldn’t figure out why. Even with the 15 male to 1 female ratio, men had always committed more crimes proportionally. Not any more though, things had changed.
A few years ago the city had built a new, bigger police department on the edge of town. Everyone loved it, but one drawback to this was the department had to transport prisoners to the courthouse downtown everyday.
Today Candy was accompanying Officer Johnson who was transporting four female prisoners to the courthouse to stand trial for various minor offences. Candy helped cuff them with leg irons, waist chains, and handcuffs attached to the waist chains. Another chain also ran from the handcuffs to the leg irons. Lastly, a chain was connected from the back of one waist chain to the front of the next one. Once properly chained together, they shuffled into the back of the transport van. After they were all inside Candy closed the door, hopped in the front, and Officer Johnson drove off.
They arrived at the courthouse and put their charges in a holding cell. It would be a bit before any of the girls had to appear in front of the Judge, so Candy ducked into the bathroom for some quick relief. On one of her recent shopping trips to Platformz Candy had gotten a small vibrator that she could hide in her boot. While it wasn’t as good as one of the big ones she had at home, it was better than nothing. Candy closed the stall door and once she unzipped her uniform, plunged in.
Damn! I need a man, Candy thought as she walked out of the bathroom sometime later. She wandered into Officer Johnson, who was looking for her.
“Candy, I’m glad I found you, there’s a new regulation, and I need your help enforcing it, come with me,” he said to her.
Well, at least I found a man, Candy thought. “Sure Officer Johnson, anything you want,” Candy replied as she followed him to the holding cell. Three of the girls were sitting in the cell, still in chains, but the forth one was gone.
“Amber has been released, but these restraints can’t be left lying around, and I can’t carry them around all day, so . . .” As he was telling her this, he quickly handcuffed her.
“What?” The confused Candy asked him as he wrapped the waist chain around her and locked the cuffs to it.
“You’re gonna hold on to these for me today, Candy. Now turn around and kneel so I can put the leg irons on you.” She turned away from him and he helped her kneel then locked the leg irons on her, over her boots. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said and chuckled at his lame joke as he closed the cell door, leaving the former police officer in the holding cell with the three remaining girls.
Over the next 90 minutes or so each of the girls were taken to court, and then her chains were brought back and put on Candy. When the last set of cuffs were locked on her, Candy asked Officer Johnson when they could leave.
“It might be awhile, why don’t you just get comfortable,” he replied.
Candy endured the next several hours with the heavy chains and cuffs. By the time Officer Johnson came to get her, Candy was very irritated at being left handcuffed for so long.
“Your ready to go babe?” he asked her nonchalantly as he unlocked the cell door.
“Can you please take off these cuffs?” she begged him
Smiling, he replied, “Sorry Candy, I already dropped the keys off in the van.” He helped her to her feet and headed towards the exit, with Candy shuffling along behind him. As they were about to leave the building, a red headed court clerk named Vicky ran up to Officer Johnson and threw herself into his arms. Candy, still trailing by several yards, heard her thank him for a great time, and give him a kiss. They were practically making out by the time Candy caught up to them. She waited a few feet away, the four pairs of cuffs holding her wrists tight. Between kisses Vicky asked him when they could “hook up” again, and could he bring his handcuffs when they do?
Damn him! I can’t believe he was off fucking some bitch while I was handcuffed all day, Candy thought as she stood there watching him grope her ass. I’m way hotter than her anyway, she added. Finally, Officer Johnson pushed her away and motioned Candy along to the van.
Officer Johnson had to help her into the van once they reached the parking lot. He was nice enough to hand her the keys to the cuffs before they left. It took Candy most of the trip to uncuff herself, though.
Part 2A few days later Chief Beavers called another meeting of the department’s female employees. “Girls, I want you to know that you’ve been great. I really fought the city on this one, but unfortunately the city has had to reduce all of yours salary another twenty percent,” he paused while the girls gasped in shock. “However, I called Mr. Black and when I told him what was going on; he agreed to raise all of your allowances to five hundred dollars a month.
Candy felt a little relieved by that second piece of news, but only a little. There was no way she could survive on less than a third of her old sergeant’s salary. She would have to talk to Chief Beavers about this.
Candy stood in front of the Chief’s desk later that day. “Sir, I can hardly pay my bills as it is. How can you let the city cut our pay again?” The visibly upset girl asked.
The Chief seemed sympathetic to her. “Well, I’m really sorry Candy, but there’s nothing I can do about the city’s decision.” He paused a moment, “But I can help you with your money problems, Candy.”
Hope flashed across her eyes. “Really Sir, how?”
“I have an opening at my house for a Live in Maid.”
“A. . .Maid?” She asked hesitantly.
“Yes, a maid. You will have a room provided, as well as your uniforms, and I live near the bus stop, so you wouldn’t need your car.”
“Um, what about my job here Sir, I like being an office girl. Besides the pay cut, I mean.”
“Oh, you will still work here honey, and you’ll still have plenty of free time. It shouldn’t be too much work, not with my wife and daughter helping out.”
“Well sir, can I think about it a day or two?”
He frowned, “I suppose so, but I need to know by tomorrow afternoon, okay Candy?”
“Yes Sir,” Candy replied.
“Good, now run along,” Chief Beavers watched her ass as she strutted out on her high platform boots.
The next morning Candy accepted Chief Beavers’ offer. By the end of the week she had moved out of her apartment. She had to put most of her things in storage since they wouldn’t fit into her small room. All of her old clothes she gave to charity. Last of all, Candy sold her car and took the bus to her new home.
The Chief put her in her maid’s uniform right away. Six-inch high platform stilettos, silk stockings, garter belt, and a tiny thong, all in black were first. Then a corset went on, which Chief Beaver’s wife assisted her in lacing it up, telling her that she would have to learn to do it on her own soon. Next was the uniform itself. Candy put the dress on, which was more difficult with the corset. The top seemed present her tits more than anything else. The skirt ended a couple of inches above her stocking tops, making her garters easily visible. A small white silk apron completed it. The last items that went on Candy were the most interesting. Shiny steel cuffs, about one and one-half inches wide were locked on her wrists and ankles. A matching collar went around her neck. This was Candy’s uniform at all times while in the house.
True to his word, Chief Beavers’ wife Misti (Misti Beavers) helped out, as well as his 19 year old daughter Michelle. They didn’t have to wear a uniform though, although Misti did while she was working. Both of them wore a collar all the time, though. It seemed to be the latest craze in town. Thanks to the help, Candy was still able to get her daily workouts at Platformz in, as well as plenty of shopping.
After a few days Candy started to like the collar so much that she didn’t want to take it off for work. She mentioned this to the Chief, who was unlocking her collar so she could go to work. He replied that he could talk to Vic about it, if she wanted him to.
“Thank you Sir,” she replied and headed to the bus stop to go to work.
The following Monday Chief Beavers issued out some new items for the office girls’ uniforms. Two inch wide chrome wrist cuffs, along with matching collars. The wrist cuffs could be switched out with the bracelets whenever they wanted to. Additionally, knee high silver boots, as well as a pair of silver and a pair of black ankle boots were given out. The last thing that was issued to the girls was a new style of uniform. It was the same as the old one, except that instead of short shorts, the bottom consisted of a tight miniskirt. “Property of RPD” was still printed on the back of the uniform.
Everyone was eager to let the Chief know how happy they were about the new uniforms. There was a scramble to get into the women’s locker room to change. Candy saw some of the girls slip into the men’s locker room, and one into a women’s holding cell. Candy decided to wait though; she was busy getting Officer Johnson to lock her collar around her throat. Just to thank him, Candy took him into an interrogation room and gave him a quick blowjob. Well, it started out as a blowjob, but then he pulled the handcuffs off her belt, slapped them on her wrists, pushed her over the table, and gave her a good, hard fucking from behind.
That evening, Candy was dusting in Chief Beavers den when she heard the news talking about Riverside Women University. She stopped to see what was going on with her alma mater. The bubbly blonde news bunny was announcing that RWU had admitted to numerous infractions, and was losing its accreditation. In fact, the infractions were so bad and dated back more than fifty years, that RWU was backdating its non-accreditation. Any degree from RWU after 1956 was now worthless.
Candy was stunned. She had two degrees from RWU. How could they do this? She had spent five years in college, while working full time to earn her two Bachelors degrees. Now they were worth nothing? Apparently, the news bunny had a degree from RWU too. Candy’s attention went back to the television as she was agreeing to the new position of news bunny at a salary of fourteen thousand dollars a year.
Chief Beavers, who was sitting in his recliner, noticed her standing around staring at the television. He slapped her across the back of her upper thighs with the riding crop he always kept handy.
“OW!” Candy yelled as she dropped her duster. Both of her hands went to the sting on her rear.
“You ‘sposed to be watching the news, missy, or dustin’?” He asked her.
“Dusting Sir, sorry Sir,” Candy replied as she bent down to retrieve her duster. She quickly returned to her work and vowed to do an extra good job to make up for her dilly-dallying.
The next day Candy started asking her friends at work about RWU. Most of them hadn’t heard about it, saying that they didn’t watch the news; they preferred the Platformz Channel, which was recently launched in town. Candy finally gave up trying to hold an intelligent conversation with them, and joinied the gossip about last nights special on kinky cops.
Candy was still going over her favorite scenes when they boarded the bus. The city had recently passed a new ordinance that all passengers must be silent and be still on city buses. To enforce this all the seats were equipped with automatic restraints and gags.
Candy found an empty seat and sat down. She had to put her arms behind her back in the depressions for them. The automatic straps sensed her arms in place and closed. Next automatic straps tightened across her chest, hips and thighs. Her knees were held about shoulder width apart by depressions that her thighs sat in. Then, Candy put her booted feet into place and the straps came down over her ankles. Lastly Candy opened her mouth and the black ball gag pushed itself in.
Ough! I hate this thing, Candy thought as she tasted the rubber gag in her mouth. She could still taste the alcohol they used to sanitize it between passengers. The city had also installed LCD monitors in the headrests. Of course, instead of playing something good, like soaps, the city had sold the advertising space. So all the passengers had to watch commercials every time they rode the bus.
Platformz ran most of them. Candy saw an ad for a new show on the Platformz Channel and made a mental note to catch it. The bottom of the screen was reserved for info on the next stop, which was Platformz. Candy pressed the button that was under her bound hands to signal the driver that it was her stop. Candy knew that everyone else getting off at Platformz was pressing the buttons in their seats to. That was the only way the restraints would release them. If you hit the button by mistake, then you had to get off and walk to your destination. The bus nearly emptied at Platformz.
Candy went in, and straight to the gym. After her workout, Candy had a salad at the restaurant, and then did a little shopping. She had to get a new maid’s uniform, since one of hers had gotten ruined. Candy also decided to get her nails done. Soon she was sporting bright red nails on her hands and feet. Her fingernails were half an inch long. Checking the time on her cell phone, Candy went to the strip club to hang out. She saw Michelle, Chief Beaver’s daughter on stage and found a spot nearby. Candy waved when Michelle looked her way. After she finished and changed, they left together.
Candy and Michelle arrived home after nine. Chief Beavers greeted them at the door. “Well well young ladies, just where have you been?” Both tried to explain, but he cut them off. “You’re both late. Now, I want both of you in your maid’s uniform and in my den in ten minutes for your punishments.” Michelle meekly mentioned that she didn’t have a maid’s uniform. “Well, we’ll have to fix that, but for now borrow one of Candy’s.”
“Yes Sir,” the nineteen year old replied as they scampered off.
Nine minutes later the tardy girls stood in front of Chief Beavers in the den, both wearing identical maid’s uniforms. Michelle’s didn’t fit quite as well as Candy’s, since she was bigger on top and a little wider in the hips.
“Since you two seem to like spending so much time together, you’ll spend the night together.” With that he pulled out a matching set of wrist and ankle cuffs to Candy’s. He handed them to Candy and told her to lock them on Michelle. Candy quickly took the one and one half inch wide shackles and put them on his daughter.
“Now, turn around so daddy can put your collar on, sweetie.” Michelle silently turned away from him and lifted her hair so he could lock the steel collar around her neck. Then he handed Candy a padlock and told her to lock her left ankle to Michelle’s right one. Then he had her repeat the process with their wrists. “One more thing to add,” he said as he locked a short chain, about two feet long, from the front of Candy’s collar to the front of Michelle’s. “Now, me and the missus are going out. When I get back I expect the whole first floor of my house to be clean.”
“Yes Sir,” they replied in unison. With that, Chief Beavers called his wife downstairs and after handcuffing her hands behind her back, led her out to the garage.
Walking was difficult enough with both girls wearing six-inch platforms, much less while cuffed to each other. After several stumbles and a couple of falls, they managed to get a rhythm. Actually getting anything done took some more practice. Several hours later, Candy and Michelle plopped on the couch exhausted.
Half-an-hour later, Chief Beavers and Misti returned home. He released her still cuffed hands and sent her upstairs. After inspecting their work, he pronounced their punishment over, but told them that he wouldn’t release them until morning.
After a brief conversation, the chained girls decided to sleep in Michelle’s bed, since it was bigger. It took some time to get undressed while cuffed together. Finally they were both left only in their panties and cuffs. Candy had some trouble getting to sleep; she was used to playing with her vibe before sleeping. She had also recently developed the habit of sleeping with her hands cuffed behind her back. That was one reason why she liked the wide cuffs; they didn’t cut off the circulation in her hands like regular handcuffs. Michelle seemed to be fidgeting too, which made Candy fidget more. Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep.
Candy awoke with several fingers in her pussy. Looking down, she was mortified to see that it was her left hand, which was cuffed to Michelle. She quickly jerked it away, which awoke Michelle. After using the bathroom, which was an adventure in itself, and dressed, Candy in her required maid’s uniform, Michelle in an easy to slip-on micro-dress, they went to find Chief Beavers so he could release them.
Candy was released; Michelle however, had her wrists locked behind her back. He told her, “Your momma’ll let you go when she finishes her chores.”
Candy got dressed, making sure to put on the wider wrist cuffs and collar that were part of her work uniform, as well as her silver ankle boots. She caught the bus and headed for work. Chief Beavers, being the Chief, usually strolled in around nine or so. Candy, on the other hand, along with the other first shift office girls, came in at eight sharp.
In briefing, Candy was informed that she would be accompanying Officer Johnson to Riverside high school to teach a rape prevention class. She had some questions about some of the new techniques that they would be teaching, so she went to Chief Beavers when he came in.
“Sir, Officer Johnson and I are teaching a rape prevention class at Riverside High School today.” He nodded, and she continued. “I’m not so sure about this . . . new technique. Is this really what we should be teaching a bunch of high school students?”
“Candy, this rape prevention technique is virtually foolproof. They’ve been teaching it at Riverside Women’s University for several months now, and rapes have practically disappeared. Don’t you want these girls to learn the best way to prevent rape?”
“Yes Sir, I guess so,” she replied softly.
“Good, now run along and see if Officer Johnson needs any help getting ready.”
Candy checked in with Officer Johnson, who said that everything was taken care of, and that Wendi and Naomi had helped him out. He grinned when he mentioned Wendi and Naomi. Damn, those bitches got to him before I could, Candy thought. I’ll just have to try harder, she added mentally.
Candy pulled out a pair of her handcuffs and let them dangle provocatively from one finger. “Well, I could use some help with my problem, Officer Johnson.” Smiling, he led her to an interrogation room, only to find Naomi, along with Tabitha and Jenny already naked, in a tangle on the floor. Candy thought it would be fun to join in, but before she could suggest it, Officer Johnson shushed her and closed the door. Then he led her to the medical clinic. There they found one of the medical cells unoccupied. Officer Johnson cuffed her hands behind her and they went in.
Sometime later, they came out, Candy leaning against him as they walked. Candy glanced into the exam room, and saw that the doctor had someone on the exam table. Eying the white boots on her feet, and the shiny white uniform on the floor, she deduced that it was one of the nurses. I hope he helps her with her problem as much as Officer Johnson helped me with mine, Candy thought as they walked out.
Officer Johnson and Candy arrived and Riverside High School that afternoon and began setting up in the gym, where the presentation was taking place. Today the class was for the seniors. They would be returning the next three days to give the class to the juniors, sophomores, and freshmen. The seniors, all of whom were eighteen, came in soon after everything was set up.
Candy noticed that the school’s uniform, a long time tradition at RHS had been modified. It was still red and gray, the school’s colors, but the plaid skirts the girls wore were all about mid-thigh, which was several inches shorter than Candy remembered. All the girls still wore the light gray button-up blouse, but with several buttons undone. Some even had it tied in a knot under their breasts. Candy saw quite a few bras, as the preferred color seemed to be red.
Most of the stockings were grey; though some of the girls seemed to prefer red. They all had a bow tied at the top of the stockings. The red stockings had a grey bow, and the grey stockings had a red bow. Candy also caught sight of quite a few garters. Black Mary Jane’s were still the required shoe for the girls at RHS, but all the ones Candy saw had at least 4 inches of heel on them.
If all that wasn’t enough, virtually every girl that Candy saw had some type of collar around their neck. A lot of the girls were also wearing matching wristbands, though some preferred bangle bracelets, once again keeping the silver/grey and red color scheme. Most of the collars were red leather, but Candy caught some that were made of metal. Most of the girls that had on the metal collar also had matching cuffs on their wrists. The nearly two hundred girls and dozen or so guys settled down and the class began.
Officer Johnson started out, “Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m Officer Johnson of the Riverside Police Department, and this is my assistant, Candy.” Smiling, Candy nodded her head in acknowledgment. “We are here to teach all of you about rape prevention.” There were a few snickers, but mostly the class sat in silence. “Now, Candy here is going to give the class, so please, give her your undivided attention.”
As Candy stepped up, a young man near the top of the bleachers yelled, “I’d pay more attention to that piece of candy if she had some cuffs on her!” Still smiling, Candy glanced at Officer Johnson, who with an amused expression, shrugged back at her.
Candy turned back to her class, “Well, I don’t mind, if Officer Johnson doesn’t mind handcuffing me that is?” With the class cheering him on, Officer Johnson pulled a pair of the hinged cuffs off her belt and, pulling her arms behind her, applied them to her wrists between her hand and the two-inch wide chrome cuffs she was wearing today. Candy turned around at let everyone get a good look at them.
As she was about to begin again, a co-ed in front yelled, “Hey! I want to be handcuffed too!” This was followed by widespread applause and dozens more cries of “Me too!” Candy turned to Officer Johnson, who looked puzzled. Candy stepped over to him and he explained to her that he only had 5 pairs of cuffs, including hers.
“Didn’t I see a couple of cases of flex-cuffs in the trunk?” Candy asked him.
“Oh yea, I forgot about those,” he replied. “Go get ‘em for me, would ya’.” As he said this he started un-cuffing her. Booing broke out when the students saw this. Candy left for the car and Officer Johnson explained to them what was going on. Halfway to the cruiser, Candy realized that she’d forgotten the keys, so she returned to the gym. Officer Johnson had thought about the keys as well, and told the class that Candy would be back for them.
When Candy came in, Officer Johnson tossed her the keys. Trying to keep from breaking a nail, she fumbled the keys and they feel to the gym floor. As she bent over to pick them up, the students whistled and applauded, causing her to blush. Candy quickly retrieved the keys and fled, heels tapping on the hard floor.
Candy returned carrying two cases of one hundred flex-cuffs. Officer Johnson had a group of about a dozen students gathered around him, all males. She did a quick count, and found all thirteen male students that were in the gym, along with the girl that first said that she wanted to be cuffed. Candy set the boxes on the table and gave Officer Johnson back his keys.
“Thank you Candy,” he said and started opening a box. To the gathered students he said, “Now, if Mandy here would turn around and put hands behind her, I’ll show everyone how to use these.” Smiling, the one female student in the group turned away from him and held her hands behind her. Officer Johnson instructed the students as he cuffed her.
“Turn her palms out, with the ends of the straps sticking away from her; slide the strap over her hand to the wrist. Don’t let it go past the little bone that sticks out of her wrist. Now, tighten the strap until just two of your fingers can fit between the strap and her wrist. Repeat the process with her other wrist, and you’re done.”
Mandy looked over her shoulder at the cuffs along with everyone else. “Any questions?” Officer Johnson asked. After receiving negative replies, he did some math under his breath. “Let’s see, 182 female students, minus one already cuffed, 15 cuffers, including myself and Candy. That’ll be twelve each with one left over.” With that done, he told the group, “Alright, everybody get twelve flex-cuffs, and spread out in a line across the gym.”
As they did as he instructed, he announced to the class, “Alright, everyone get in a line in front of one of my assistants, twelve to a line. The extra girl can get in mine or Candy’s.” There was some confusion as all the girls tried to get into the lines of the cuffer they wanted.
The first girl in Candy’s line was a tall redhead with a grey studded collar, along with matching wristbands and belt. Candy quickly cuffed her and moved on to the next girl. She was Asian, Korean, if Candy had to guess. Her black hair came half way down her skirt. Candy had to be careful she didn’t get it caught in the flex-cuffs. Candy tightened the cuffs on her and she headed back towards the bleachers.
With everyone pitching in, they had all the girls secured in about five or six minutes. As they all returned to their seats, Officer Johnson picked up one more pair and put them on Candy.
“Now that everyone is cuffed,” she turned to the side and waved with her cuffed hands, “rape prevention is a very important subject, and every woman’s responsibility.” Candy began pacing as she taught. “The first thing you must understand is that in order for a rape to occur, a man has to be sexually excited.” Candy paused while a few girls giggled.
“Not just sexually excited, erect. She paused again. “It’s only natural that a man wants to have sex when he’s erect. That’s how rapes happen. Once a man is no longer sexually excited, there can’t be a rape. As a woman, it is your job; no your duty that anytime you come across an erect penis to do everything you can to make sure that erection is not a danger to another woman.”
Candy paused and looked the class over. The lesson seemed to be taking hold. “Even if you just suspect a man might have an erection, it is your job to find out, and take care of it. That way, there can by no possibility of a rape occurring.” One girl stood up. “Yes, you have a question,” Candy asked her.
“Um, yes, Can you give us some examples of how to take care of an erection?” She asked.
“Well, that is really more of a sex ed question, but I can give you a few pointers.” Candy proceeded to give them a few tips on taking care of erections. Quite a few questions were on what to do if your hands were restrained. After about half-an-hour, Candy had finished the lesson, as well as answered most of the student’s questions. She looked back for Officer Johnson, who had slipped out mid-way through the lesson.
He had returned, and took back over. “I know most of you can’t clap right now, but how about a cheer for your instructor, Candy!” He paused while they all cheered loudly for the blushing Candy. “Now, I’ve got some bad news, it seems that I left the cutters for the flex-cuffs that all of you are wearing at the station.” The guys laughed as he continued. “They can be cut with scissors, but not very easily. I’ve spoken with your principal, and he assures me that all of you will be okay until they can be cut off.” The girls didn’t seem to mind being left cuffed, most were busy laughing and checking out the cuffs of the girls around them.
The bell rang and all the students filed out. Quite a few stopped by to thank Officer Johnson and Candy for the class, and for cuffing them. Officer Johnson had to load most of the remaining class materials by himself, since Candy was still cuffed. Candy did help out where she could, though. Officer Johnson tossed the cases from the flex-cuffs in the trash on the way out.
“Hey, what about the cuffs that were left over?” Candy asked him.
Chuckling, he responded, “Oh, a couple of the teachers wanted to try them on,” and winked at Candy. They arrived at the car where Officer Johnson made her sit in the back, since she was cuffed anyway. Candy tried to protest that she would look like a criminal being taken to jail, but a sharp slap to her rear got her moving.
Once at the station Officer Johnson quickly announced that his shift was over, and left. Candy finally convinced Officer Harris to cut the flex-cuffs off, but only after he gave her a sound spanking.
Candy left work and went straight home to do her chores. In the living room Candy found both Mrs. Beavers and Michelle locked in a cage. Both were also handcuffed and gagged. Chief Beavers was sitting on a recliner nearby watching TV.
“Ah, afternoon my little Candy cane. As you can see, I’ve got me a place to put you girls when you misbehave, and those two have been misbehaving.” He gestured at the cage, which the two girls barely fit in. “Now, don’t you need to change, Candy cane?”
“Yes Sir, right away Sir,” Candy replied and rushed to change into her uniform. After she finished tidying up, which took a little longer that usual, since Candy did an extra good job to avoid the cage, she asked for, and got permission to go to Platformz.
The next day Officer Johnson and Candy went back to RHS. This time they went prepared, with three hundred flex-cuffs, and half-a-dozen cutters. The junior girls, as well as the sophomores and freshmen on their days, were eager to be cuffed before the class. Candy didn’t think they cut them all off afterwards, though.
Candy received a phone call a few days later informing her that her spot on the dance stage of Platformz was finally approved. This Saturday, at eleven pm, Candy would have ten minutes on the Pink stage to strut her stuff. It had taken so long because Candy wanted a prime slot. Most girls had to work their way up to a prime time slot, but Candy had been secretly training three times a week in Platformz’ “Stripping for Money” class. The letter also said that her performance would be recorded on DVD and broadcast live over the web. Candy was so excited; she was finally going to be a stripper!
Epilogue. . .
Vic Black was a very happy man. Less than six months after moving to Riverside, his adult entertainment business was booming. What was even better was that hardly any of his own money had gone into it. Jaclyn O’Neal, a prominent businesswoman and one of the richest women in the state, had paid for Platformz to be built, as well as Vic’s multi-million dollar mansion that he was living in after a meeting Vic at the local country club. Ms. O’Neal, or Jackie as Vic called her, was broke now, though. Seems her investments didn’t work out so well, for her anyway.
Now all her former assets, and much more besides were managed by Vic’s talented team of girls. The club was just the beginning. Now he owned an empire that included magazines, phone sex, DVD’s, web sites, even live sex chat. Some of the stuff he was peddling he couldn’t imagine why anyone would be turned on by, but that’s why he had good advisors. Vic frequently raided top colleges for talent, as well as businesses. Ah, here comes one of my newest girls, Ashley, he thought with a smile.
“Sir, I have an idea. How about a birthday girl website, where everyday there is a girl who turned eighteen that day posing nude?”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
By Bethany ( Handcuffgirl )
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22.10.10