Targets of the Damsel Games

1.

If there was one thing that Randy never got tired of, it was seeing Lucy’s sweet ass in a little thong bikini.

It had become a near daily sight as he made his way home along the beach, a welcome sign that the work day was over.

Fred Flintstones celebrated the end of his work day by sliding down the back of a brontosaurus when he was done with work, and Randy celebrated his by admiring Lucy’s backside.

Every day at 5 pm, Randy would get into his police SUV, drive the fifteen minutes home from the station, park in his driveway, and then walk around the side to enter his house through the backyard, which had a perfect view of the beach.

There were many nights when he would just sit in his back yard and admire the sights of the beach with a beer in his hand.

Lucy was usually there until about sundown.

Come to think of it, Randy couldn’t remember a time when he saw her wearing more than a bikini, not that he was complaining.

If anything, he would love to see her wearing less, not more.

Lucy lived further down the beach, Randy knew that much, and seemed to spend most of her afternoon enjoying the ocean or tanning.

He wasn’t exactly sure which home was hers, but every night around sundown she would gather her bag and make her way down the beach towards her home.

She never bothered covering up, and would would walk with her ass out and unbothered.

Randy hated to see the beautiful blond go, but loved to watch her leave.

Randy stood on the sand a few feet away from the gate leading to his back yard, scanning the beach for the leggy, blond object of his affections, and caught sight of her just as she was stepping out of the waves.

Her blond hair fell around her shoulders and her cleavage glistened nicely from the water.

Lucy’s breasts could have been bigger but Randy couldn’t complain, he had been spoiled as far as big breasted women went.

Today Lucy wore a bright yellow thong bikini, almost as vibrant as her hair.

As he watched, she knelt down by a bag and retrieved a beach towel, which she then used to dry her hair.

He was mesmerized, watching as she ran the towel through those beautiful golden locks of hers, oblivious to the fact that most male eyes on the beach were on her.

Then she locked eyes with him, and Randy’s jaw almost dropped.

He had been living in Carter’s Cove for almost two years now, and talked to Lucy almost every day during that time, but still felt like a teenage boy with a crush when she spoke to him.

Lucy’s eyes lit up and she waved at him and Randy smiled and waved back.

Lucy stood and made her way across the beach towards him, and Randy’s heart fluttered in his chest.

Be cool, you’re the sheriff in this town! He reminded himself, looking down at his badge as if to draw strength from it.

He had only been on the job one year, but it had been an easy year.

The billboard outside of town read “Welcome to Carter’s Cove, California’s best kept secret!”

and that very well may be right. It was a quiet sleepy town that got nowhere near the tourist attention that his old home, Marston’s Pointe, got, and there was no shady criminal underbelly.

At least not yet. Randy smiled. Carter’s Cove was a town ripe for the picking, and being Sheriff, he was ideally poised to make his mark.

“Hello Sheriff, another beautiful day!” Lucy exclaimed and then extended a hand.

“Oh please Lucy, I told you to call me Randy.” He laughed and took her hand.

“How are you?” She asked, still using her towel to dry her hair.

“Oh just fine, just came by to check on the beach before I head in for the night.” He gestured to his house behind him.

“I feel so much safer on the beach knowing that you look out for us.” She flashed him her dazzling, white smile.

“I’m just happy to help.” He smiled back.

“Sheriff, here for your daily beach patrol I see.” Someone growled in a slight Russian accent, and Randy felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach.

A second later a large, bear of a man came up next to Lucy and put his trunk-like arm around her waist.

Andreas, her husband. Large, muscular, with a chest of curly black hair, a beard, and shaved head. He stared at Randy with cold steel eyes.

“Andreas, how are you on this fine day?” Randy extended his hand.

“I was enjoying it.” Andreas growled.

The burly Russian wasn’t always at the beach with his wife, but when he was, he barely let her out of his sight, not that Randy could blame him.

Randy wasn’t sure what Andreas did for work, but he was often away on business, and Lucy didn’t seem to work, at least that Randy knew of.

In the two years he had lived in this town, he barely knew anything about them.

Often at night he would fantasize about Lucy being a bored, unhappy trophy wife and him as the dashing Sheriff snatching her away.

“Well, don’t let me damper your fun.” Randy avoided Andreas’ gaze and turned to head back to his house.

“Oh wait,” Lucy stopped him. “We should tell him!” She said to her husband.

“I suppose your right.” Andreas snarled, never breaking eye contact with Randy.

“We’re having a little get together, tomorrow night at our place. We would love it if you could make it.” Lucy beamed at him, while Andreas glowered next to her.

“Oh… that would be fun.” Randy chewed his lip. On one hand, a party at Lucy’s house sounded great, but on the other hand, her husband would be breathing down his neck the whole time.

So what if he does, you’re the sheriff! The voice at the back of his head told him. It wasn’t that he was intimidated by the imposing Russian… but…

“Oh and we can finally meet your wife!” Lucy cried.

“Yes, I would very much enjoy finally getting to see her.” Andreas growled.

“Oh, you know, she’s more of a homebody…” Randy mumbled.

“Poor lady, she has to get out.” Lucy insisted.

“Really she loves just being home…” Randy fumbled.

“We insist.” Andreas nailed the point home, never taking his eyes off of the Sheriff.

“Sure…” Randy swallowed. “A night out would be good for us.”

“Great, I can’t wait to meet her.” Lucy grinned.

“Neither can I.” Andreas had no excitement in his tone.

“Speaking of, I’m sure she has dinner ready.” Randy cocked his head back to his house.

“Of course, see you later!” Lucy bounced with excitement.

“Indeed.” Andreas deadpanned.

Randy nodded at them and turned towards his house, feeling like he had his tail between his legs. Why did he give in? He should have just stood his ground, but it was too late for that now.

As he opened the gate and stepped into his backyard, a merry-go-round of excuses circled in his head.

She came down with the flu…

A family emergency…

She had to leave town for a work thing…

A family emergency that caused her to leave town…

Then he thought of Andreas, and how those massive hands of his could crush Randy’s head like a melon.

It would be an ugly scene if he showed up alone to couple’s night.

Of course, Randy could just not go, but then he would be depriving himself of getting closer to Lucy, of seeing her look at him with those wonderful hazel eyes of hers…

Randy reached his back door and retrieved his keys, unlocking the door, deadbolt, and the extra padlock that he himself added that could only be opened from the outside.

His front door also had one such lock, and his windows were barred.

The security measures were all in place to keep people out as much as to keep someone inside.

Once he removed the padlock, he stuff it in his pocket and stepped inside.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called over the blaring of his home security system, stopping to enter in his code at the keypad right next to the door.

“Boy, what a day at the office,” He continued, setting his keys down on the kitchen table. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a nice, quiet night in.”

“Ummm mmmm!” Was the muffled reply from somewhere in the house.

Next Randy removed his gun belt and set it down on the table.

“What were you thinking for dinner?” He called.

“Ufff mmmo!” Was the reply.

“Yeah, meat loaf is a good idea.” He agreed, and made his way out of the kitchen, through the small but intimate dining room, and into the living room.

The curtains were drawn, making the room dark and gloomy. The only light was from the television, playing one of those daytime talk shows that housewives loved so much.

“Ooof, let’s get some sun in here.” Randy shook his head and made his way over to the large window on the far wall of the living room.

“Glluugghh humm hmmph! Gmmmf!”

“How was your day?” Randy asked, throwing open the curtains.

Sunlight poured in, revealing the naked, bound and gagged woman on his couch.

Lisa, one-time henchwoman of Shelly Arnold, now Randy’s live in “wife.”

“You look divine as always.” He smiled, leaned in, and delivered a peck on her cheek.

“Urrgggh! Mmmmph!” Lisa grumbled into the red ball gag silencing her.

After all of this time, she was still feisty, which Randy loved.

He stepped around and took a minute to admire her exquisite bound form.

Her massive breasts heaved up and down as she glared at her captor, and he had her dark hair up in a bun.

Despite her captivity, her body was still rock solid and muscular thanks to the exercise machines that Randy made her spend a few hours on each day, after all, he had to keep his damsel in shape.

Not only was her body still toned, but tan as well, as he would often secure her in the back yard with clear tape (which he also used to gag her) in order to keep her skin dark.

“How are your shows?” He asked sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“Ugggh ggmmm!” She cried as he pulled her close to him.

“You know,” He rubbed her bare thigh. “Coming home to you makes everything worth it.”

“Ummm gghhhttt…” She rolled her eyes.

Randy lifted his hand from her thigh and cupped it over her bare breast, feeling her nipple against the palm of his hand.

“Mmmmnoo! Ummmfff!” Lisa tried to pull away but Randy pulled her tight against him, massaging her breast with his hand.

“I love our cuddles.” He said, feeling up her perfect, round breast.

“Ummm gmmm hmmpph!” She muttered into her ball gag.