Samantha by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Samantha by loyalsock

... silently to Samantha. Inspector Olson snapped the phone closed and tossed it into the brief case. "Are we ready?" he asked. "Almost," said Inspector Riggs. Olson opened his mouth with a question, at that moment footsteps sounded on the steps. Brown hair and Black hair came down carrying something like an ambulance stretcher between them. It was heavy and made of wood, with handles on one end and steel hooks on the other. A half a dozen web belts were evenly spaced down its length, and the end with the hooks had been cut away in two shallow half moons. Samantha thought for a moment that it looked like the top of a corset made to expose the breasts, and felt a cold knot form in the pit of her stomach. The two men propped the stretcher on the low sawhorse, the hooks on the end mated with the steel pipe perfectly. They quickly unbuckled the web straps. Samantha looked at Riggs, the woman looked back at her, her face hard and serious. She looked back to the two men, they'd finished unbuckling and dr****g the straps. The men turned to her and Riggs stepped to the side of the stretcher. She looked at Inspector Olson, he took a book from the brief case, opened the soft black leather cover and leafed through the gilt edged tissue paper pages. And Samantha knew. As the first scream exploded from her lips Black hair and Brown hair lifted her off the floor and laid her on her belly on the stretcher. She screamed and begged and tried in vain to struggle while the two men held her easily. ...

... Inspector Riggs buckled the straps over her and pulled them tight. The men stepped away, Riggs laid a hand on Samantha's shoulder. "Quiet," she said. "It's your last chance." Samantha continued struggling in her bondage, but quieted herself to soft sobs. She lifted her face and saw Inspector Olson step to the far edge of the tub. He opened the book to a passage, and cleared his throat. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want." he read. Samantha sobbed through the reading. She knew the passage, knew the tradition, and knew the chance they were offering. And knew it was no chance. Inches below her face the surface of the water was rippled by her tears as a mill pond is rippled by a spring shower. She lost track of the reading, and was seized by panic when Inspector Olson closed the Bible. "Lord," he said. "We introduce you to your lost c***d, Samantha. Your c***d of sweetness and innocence, who's footsteps became lost, drawn from the path of righteousness by the temptations of her flesh. We, who are but flesh ourselves and fallible ourselves, can not condemn this lost c***d, oh Lord. But it is our duty to recognize that this c***d, in her beauty and sensuality, can no more restrain herself from indulging in the pleasures of her flesh than the sun can restrain itself from rising. And so, oh Lord, we return your c***d Samantha to the protection of your bosom." The end of the stretcher was lifted parallel to the floor. Samantha screamed out loud. "c***d," said Inspector Olson, ...