"Thanks for the drive, sweetie." Faye smiled, leaning in and kissing Rutger on the cheek before turning her attention back to the darkened warehouse as she readied her camera.
"It's uh... no problem Faye, really." Rutger said sheepishly as he sunk down in his seat. "But are you sure being this close is okay?"
"More than sure." Faye nodded as she looked through her camera. "The police are raiding this place tonight, and I want to get the the best shots for the story. Crime Couple Cuffed! Or... larcenous lovers locked up!"
"Who... are these people again?" Rutger asked.
"Harold and Beatrice Carmine. Married couple with a love for high stakes robbery. And the police finally tracked them to their lair! They didn't even know their names until yesterday, and I got a tip they'd be raiding tonight."
"And... they haven't, like... killed anyone, have they?" Rutger gulped, eyes wide.
"Hm? Oh no, don't worry. There won't be any gunshots. Hopefully..."
That wasn't exactly reassuring to Rutger, but he supposed it was better he was here with Faye than if she went alone. The two sat lazily in the car together, the radio on low volume while they waited for something, anything, to happen. But there didn't seem to be any activity.
"Are you suuuuure this is where the raid is happening?"
"Yeah, I'm positive!" Faye nodded, looking at her notepad. "I wrote everything down. Time, place..."
"Well what time was this supposed to happen?" Rutger asked.
"Uuuuh... 20:00 hours." Faye replied. Rutger looked to the clock. It was ten minutes past then.
"Maybe they forgot?"
"Rut, they're the police. How could they forget their o-"
Before Faye could finish the thought, both her and Rutger both jumped at the sudden flip of police lights on unmarked vehicles that had been sitting parked around the warehouse longer than they had been there, police officers piling out and rushing the warehouse.
"Oh, oh! This is it!" Faye squeaked, her tail smacking Rutger's face as she turned her whole body towards the window, snapping photo after photo of the raid as they moved into the building, shouting for their targets to come out.
"Wow. There's no way they're getting out of that." Rutger breathed out, watching the operation. He doubted even Alicia could get out of this much police force power.
But so distracted by the sight were the two, they didn't quite notice the hidden hatch on the edge of the property, right near where they were parked, open up as two figures emerged out of it. A fox woman with an illustrious red coat of fur and wearing clothes one might wear to a business party was helped out of the hatch by a Koala man dressed in a very professional business suit, a striking black mustache of blackened fur growing above his lip. But they both carried not only a large suitcase in one hand, but a gun in the other. The duo looked back towards the warehouse with a confident smirk. It would take them an hour, maybe more, to discover the escape hatch. And by that time they'd be long gone. But as they surveyed their surroundings to make sure the coast was clear, the fox's eyes settled on Rutger's car, and the camera wielding Faye in the passenger seat.
"Oh Harold." The fox woman said, tapping his shoulder and directing his gaze to the car. "I'm absolutely exhausted from tonight. What say we take a cab?"
The koala smirked devilishly as he realized what the fox woman was getting at. "I would say let's, Beatrice. It would be absolutely dreadful walking around here at this hour."
The duo approached the car, both Rutger and Faye's attention still on the building as Harold opened the back passenger door for Beatrice, who slid into the car before Harold did the same. As the door opened, Rutger snapped around to look behind him... finding himself looking at the barrel of a gun.
"Hello, dearies." Beatrice greeted with a sly grin as Harold slid in beside her, a gun clutched in his own hands. "Out for a little date? Ah, young love is a beautiful thing, wouldn't you say Harold?"
"Wh-who are you...?" Rutger squeaked as Faye, having noticed them after Beatrice began speaking, was now turned around as well with her eyes wide in fear.
"Oh, terribly sorry. I've forgotten my manners." Harold laughed, extending his non gun hand to Rutger. "Harold Carmine."
"Beatrice Carmine." The fox introduced herself, kissing Rutger's hand after Harold forced Rutger to shake it. Faye's eyes somehow got even wider as she realized who was in her car.
"B-but... you... the police...!"
"Oh come now dearie, we're not above something as simple as an escape hatch. Now then, if you would be so kind as to take us away from here..." Beatrice winked as she held the weapon up a little. Rutger and Faye looked to each other nervously. What should they do...?
"You'll find I'm a man of my word. So you've my word that once you get us out of town, we'll leave you be, without a scratch on you." Harold assured. There was a sincere softness to his voice. But the gun really was making it hard to sell.
"We would also appreciate you making the choice quite soon. I'd hate for the police to notice us here. Hostage situations get ever so dreadful."
Rutger didn't want to listen to them... but he knew things could get very nasty very fast at this point. He looked to Faye, and she just gave a small nod. Seems they were in agreement that listening to them would be the best bet.
"A-alright..." Rutger nodded, turning his attention forward as he started up the car. Faye sunk down into her seat, gulping nervously.
"Wonderful." Harold smiled brightly, leaning back in his seat but keeping the gun pointed forward. He had no intention of shooting them. But he also had no intention of informing them the gun was, in fact, just a well painted toy. His and Beatrice's. Taking a deep breath, Rutger pulled the car out of the lot, driving away from the scene of the police raid. Exactly as the couple thought, the police would not figure out what had happened until they were well away from the scene...
~~~~~
"It's starting to get rather late, don't you think, Harold?" Beatrice asked. "I think our lovely young couple here are getting rather sleepy."
"Quite right, Beatrice." Harold nodded in agreement. "My good sir, we're well out of the city now. Why don't you pull over for a moment?" Harold instructed, tapping Rutger's shoulder.
"Here?" Rutger asked, looking at his surroundings. They were in the middle of nowhere. One some country road well outside the city. There were no hotels here or anything for them to stop at and rest. Faye looked just as confused about the request, looking over her shoulder at the duo of thieves.
"Oh yes, it's more than suitable. But do pull a ways into that field over there, please. The more privacy the better.
Rutger wasn't sure how off-road capable his car was, but he wasn't in the best position to bargain. Hoping his car wouldn't break something, he slowly pulled off the road and was soon driving across a grassy field. It didn't look wild or overgrown though. If anything it looked fairly well kept. Rutger was wondering if they were near a farm when his own question was answered by their stopping at a wooden fence.
"Right here is good." Harold informed, tapping Rutger's shoulder. Rutger stopped the car, putting it in park in the middle of the field, a good distance from the road.
"So... what? Are we just going to sleep in here?" Faye asked rather crankily, glaring at their kidnappers.
"Oh no my dear, not at all." Beatrice cooed, reaching up and patting Faye's cheek. "We plan to keep driving. But we feel this is a good stop for you."
Rutger's blood ran cold at that, his head slowly turning to look behind him. "Wha-what do you mean by that?" He asked.
"You'll see soon enough." Harold chuckled knowingly as he turned to Beatrice. "Dear, why don't you take this fine young man out for a bit of a walk. I do believe there's a farmhouse rather close by, and we don't want them to be left all alone, now do we? Oh... and don't forget the luggage."
"Of course, Harold." Beatrice smirked, looking to Rutger. "Alright young man, out of the vehicle." She instructed, pointing with her gun. Rutger did as he was told, stepping out of the car. He looked worriedly at Faye as he did, and she looked just as scared as he was, being left alone with Harold. But Beatrice didn't let him linger long, whistling at him to start moving. She had him climb over the short fence, and after she did the same, she began to walk Rutger towards the farmhouse, her suitcase in hand. When they were about fifty yards away from it, she stopped him, looking towards a telephone pole that connected the house to the rest of the poles that ran all the way back towards the road. Yes, it would do nicely...
"Alright, dearie. Strip." Beatrice ordered.
"... what?" Rutger asked, his face going a bright red as he looked over his shoulder.
"You heard me. Strip. Down to your underwear." She winked. "Come on now, chop chop."
"Why...!?" He squeaked out.
"Because my hubbie will need a disguise, and you look just his size. What? Did you think we carried clothes in these?" She asked, holding up her suitcase. "Harold has some valuables we can use to make a new life and start over with our fun. But I like to carry some more... intimate things." She winked. "Now do as I say."
"And if I do-okay, okay!" Rutger conceded as she raised her weapon up a bit. Rutger looked towards the darkened farmhouse, hoping someone might come out and rescue them. But with as late as it was, chances are the owners were all asleep right now. So... he did as he was told. His jacket and shirt came off. Then his pants. Then his shoes, and then even his goggles. Until he was left standing there in just his socks and briefs.
"Not bad." Beatrice giggled, winking at Rutger. "Now, back up against the pole there."
Reluctantly, Rutger did as he was told even as Beatrice set her suitcase down, popping it open... and drawing out several coils of pink cotton rope.
"... you could have put valuables in there... but you brought bondage gear...?" Rutger asked incredulously as he watched her draw out the obviously bondage rope.
"Oh please. This was never about the valuables." Beatrice laughed. "It's just about living a life of excitement with my husband. We've been at this for years, with many identities! Did you actually think I was a fox?"
Rutger looked at her, confused by her question. She looked exactly like a fox!
"No no, we've gone by many different identities over the years. Stealing, leaving captives all squirmy and helpless. It's good fun. And we're quite eager to leave you and that pretty girlfriend of yours so squirmy and helpless too. Now back against the pole, arms behind you."
Rutger obeyed, trying to hide his blush as she began to tie him to the pole. Thick, tightly cinched coils were wound about his body, starting at his legs and moving up. She even took the liberty of tying a crotchrope that squeezed his bulge through his underwear, eliciting the smallest of moans as she gave it a small squeeze. She worked quickly but thoroughly, her skill with ropes to obvious for it to be something she didn't do often. And all too soon, Rutger was lashed to the pole, escape now nothing more than wishful thinking.
"Now then..." Beatrice smirked. "We don't want you or your girlfriend waking up the owners of this charming little place. Soooo..."
Stooping back down to the suitcase, Beatrice soon drew out... a bandanna. Two bandannas. Five. A dozen...!
Soon over three dozen assorted cloths lay on top of the suitcase, ready to be used.
"W-wait!" Rutger protested as she picked one up. "Look, we promise we'll be quiet! You don't have t-mm!!"
Beatrice shoved one of them into Rutger's mouth without much thought, giggling at his surprised expression. Then she pushed another one in. And another. When his cheeks began to really bulge at six, she stopped, using a seventh to tie a cleave gag to hold it all in. Curious, she tickled Rutger's sides, the raccoon squirming a little with laughter. But as muffled as the laughter was, Beatrice still wasn't happy with it.
"Hmm... no no no. Needs... oh, I know!"
Grabbing more bandannas, she tied three over Rutger's mouth, and then another three over his nose. Giving Rutger the tickle test once more, she was happy to see, or rather, hear, that his voice was muffled to the extreme. His words of protest unintelligible from simple mmphs.
"Wonderful." Beatrice cooed, patting Rutger's packed cheek. "Now I'm going to go get your girlfriend. Don't run away now." She teased. As if Rutger could even do that. But as Beatrice strut off, Rutger immedietely began to squirm and struggle.
"Hmmph! HMMPH!!" He shouted, thrashing side to side, bouncing up and down on his bound feet. But all that managed to do was get the crotchrope tied around his bulge to squeeze it more, teasing him and fogging his head with mild arousal. Soon tired and sweaty, Rutger stopped, huffing through his thick gag. Beatrice returned soon enough, this time with both Harold and Faye. Seeing Rutger and the state he was in, Faye stopped for a moment, but a tap from Harold with his weapon urged her to walk forward.
"Now then. Strip out of those clothes down to your underwear, then I want you to step against the front of your boyfriend." Beatrice ordered.
"Oho, Beatrice. You naughty girl." Harold laughed, rubbing his hands together.
"What can I say, I love a good, naughty scene." The fox(?) winked, swishing her tail as she helped position Faye. Faye was soon bound tightly like Rutger was, the only difference being her crotchrope wasn't designed to squeeze, and she had a little rope harness encircling her upper body. But her gag was just as thick as Rutger's, her own red, sweaty face pressed right into Rutger's, both of their muffled huffing audible in each others' ears. Beatrice soon worked to tighten the distance between Faye and Rutger, squeezing them together with rope. But not before slipping a vibrator wand from her suitcase between both their pelvis's, tying it in place between their crotchropes.
"And the finishing touch..." Beatrice announced, reaching a hand towards the wand... and turning it on. Both Faye and Rutger jumped at the sudden jolt of vibrations... before beginning to squirm and moan, trying to pull away from the vibrator buzzing away between them.
"Now then." Harold said, clapping his hands together. "We'll borrow your car for a bit longer. Don't worry, we'll make sure to leave it somewhere it can get back to you when we're done with it. We're not savages after all."
"Let's just hope you can explain your story to the owners of this place when they wake up and find you out here tomorrow." Beatrice giggled, blowing a kiss to the duo. "Now then Harold. Shall we?" She asked, extending her hand to her husband.
"Yes, my beautiful wife. Let's be away from here. Off to a new beginning for us!"
And hand in hand, they walked back across the field to the car, leaving the hot and moaning ferret and raccoon to wiggle and squirm in their bonds, bodies pressing against each other well into the night...
