“Ali! Open up! It’s me!”

Charlotte pounded on the door until finally she heard the bolt being drawn back and the heavy red wooden door opened a crack. Charlotte pushed her way into the hallway and wrapped her arms around her little sister.

“Oh god Ali, are you ok? What did he do to you? Let me look at you.”

Alison reluctantly dropped her hands by her sides and stood, sheepishly looking at her big sister. Charlotte stared at her sister. Her usually bright shining complexion was dulled. Her brown eyes seemed lifeless. The left eye was unnaturally red and swollen. Her nose was smeared with bloodstains and most of the left side of her face was also red and swollen with blotches of darker purple bruising starting to show through.

“I guess I walked into a door again,” Alison shrugged, attempting to lighten the mood.

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Later, with Alison snuggled up in a dressing gown, Charlotte pressed her again.

“Why don’t you leave him, Ali?”

“I couldn't Charlie, I love him and he loves me,” she paused, running her fingers through her hair, staring at the ceiling as she collected her thoughts.

“He says he’ll change. He doesn’t mean it, I just do things that upset him and then he lashes out. But he will change, I know it.”

Charlotte stared at her. Trying to formulate the words needed to get it through to her little sister that her boyfriend Bob was never going to change.

Bob Davison was a thug and a bully and while Charlotte had never met him, she had heard enough to know he was a nasty piece of work. A low-life who flirted on the boundaries of drugs and petty theft.

She stared at her sister. Her sister’s big brown eyes staring at her from under her fringe as she sat, hugging her knees together, describing how Bob never meant to hit her and it was all her fault. Charlotte felt her fists clench. She was sick of hearing this story over and over. As a police officer, she was tired of Bob and all the other Bobs out there, getting away with it because the women were too frightened or downtrodden. Charlotte decided she couldn’t take any more. She got down on her knees in front of her and held Alison’s hands.

“Ali, listen to me. He isn’t going to change. He will never change. Men like that don’t change. They carry on striking out, saying sorry then doing it again until they move onto the next girl and the next and the next.”

Charlotte could see the tears welling up in her sister’s eyes.

“You’re wrong!” Alison cried. Charlotte could see the hurt and pain in her sister’s face as she defended him. “You always hate my boyfriends. Bob loves me. I know he does!”

Alison buried her face in the cushion, sobbing as Charlotte attempted to hug her to comfort her.

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Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror. She hardly recognised herself. Her brunette shoulder length hair was pinned up under the blonde wig. She was wearing full makeup with mascara, eyeshadow and a deep cherry red lipstick. She had forsaken her usual jumper and jeans for a skimpy top that rather accentuated her firm boobs. She put her hands under them and squeezed them. ‘A nice handful,’ she thought to herself. She slid her hands down the top and over the short denim skirt. She looked at the pair of heels then, just in case something went wrong, she’d be better being able to run and she put on the converse boots instead.

Charlotte knew what she had planned went against all her police training and was technically illegal but legality and morality were she decided worth the risk. She just hoped that Bob didn’t recognise her or trace her back to her sister. She picked up her jacket and after checking that everything she needed was in the bag, headed out the door.

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She’d never been in the Spider’s Web bar before but it’s reputation as schemie hang-out had been enhanced after being namechecked in one of Irvine Welsh’s books. She took a deep breath, offered up a silent prayer to whatever god looked after rogue police officers and pushed open the door.

For 11 o’clock on a thursday evening, the bar was surprisingly quiet. She had gone through Bob’s file at work and she knew this was his main hangout. She recognised Bob straight away from the photo on his file. He was sitting in the corner by the pool table, deep in conversation. He looked more attractive in real life than she had imagined. About 6 foot 2, lean, toned. He wore his hair in a cute little quiff, rather than the shaved stripes most of his associates seemed to favour.

“Vodka and coke pease,” she replied to the barman’s enquiry, attempting to appear nonchalant as she saw Bob lift himsef out of the chair and amble slowly towards her.

“Well hello hen,” Bob drawled as he approached. “Here Dave, I’ll get this, and a double voddie for myself as well.”

Charlotte turned and smiled, even though her insides were turning somersaults.

“Thanks, very much. I’m Julie.”

“I’m Bob.” He flashed what she figured what an attempt at an endearing smile. “I haven’t seen you in here before, Julie.”

Charlotte gave him a wry smile. “No, well, I’m afraid I appear to have been stood up.” She paused, looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes and she continued, “and it seemed a waste of getting dressed up so I thought I might as well party on without him.”

“Aye hen, well it’s his loss,” Bob grinned. “Though Dave here is unfortunately going to turn into the grumpiest man in Edinburgh any second and call last orders.”

He grinned at Dave who scowled at him, raised his eyebrow and rung the bell, calling out, “Last orders folks. Come on now.”

“See” Dave laughed, and Charlotte stood there, watching as he slid closer, almost pressing his body against her as he whispered in her ear, “However I do happen to have a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka back in my flat.”

He grinned a cheshire cat grin as he gave his final sales pitch, “And the flat is only round the corner.”

Charlotte slid off her stool, knocking back the rest of her drink in one swift gulp and giggled, “Well then Bob, lead the way.”

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As soon as he closed the bedroom door, he was on her, his mouth pressed hard onto hers, his hands already pawing at her breasts through her top. She could feel her nipples harden involuntarily as his thumb rolled over it through the top and bra. His mouth moved to her neck and as he nibbled her earlobe, she felt as his hand slid down her hips and up, pulling the skirt up with them. Despite herself, she could feel her knickers dampen. She put her hands up onto his chest and pushed him back.

“Easy tiger,” she told him, as she slipped her hands under his jacket and pushed it from his shoulders onto the floor.

He grinned. One eyebrow raised, as if to show he approved of her actions. ‘It’s now or never,’ Charlotte thought as she stepped forward again, edging him backwards towards the bed. As the backs of his legs touched the mattress, she gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it upwards. He raised his arms to allow her to slip the t-shirt over his head, and, with his head covered, Charlotte shoved him with all her strength so he fell onto the bed.

Quickly she jumped on top of his chest as he fell on the bed, face covered by the t-shirt. As he flailed his arms around, Charlotte pulled the pair of handcuffs from her jacket pocket and locked them onto one wrist. Before he realised what she was doing, she had threaded the cuffs through the headboard and with a sense of relief, she locked the cuff on the other wrist.

“You fucking whore, let me go you bitch!”

Bob was apocalyptic with rage as he thrashed on the bed. Charlotte knelt on top of him, her full weight pressed on his chest as he struggled to break free.

“Sssh, it’s alright, just calm down,” Charlotte told him, stroking his face gently through the t shirt material.

“You fucking cunt, you untie me right this minute or I’ll break your face.”

“You’re not exactly filling me with confidence that you won’t break my face anyway,” Charlotte replied. “Anyway, that’s besides the point. I’m here to give you a makeover. To create a,” Charlotte paused. “To create a new you.”

Charlotte climbed of Bob and turned herself around and moved her hands to Bob’s belt. Slowly unbuckling it, she felt him relax a little as he fingers slide over the crotch area. She could see the bulge in his jeans and moved her fingers along its length.

“Mmm that’s quite the package,” she whispered as she slid her hand inside the waistband of his jeans. She felt him suck in his stomach as her fingers slowly explored the confines of his boxers. With her other hand, she unbuttoned his fly and slid down the zip. “I didn’t realise tying you up would get you quite so excited.”

She removed her hand and tugged the jeans down a couple of inches. Then rolled off him and pulled the jeans and boxer shorts down to his ankles.

She felt Bob staring at her as she stood by the bed looking at him. She warily watched his feet, waiting for him to kick out at her if she got within range. She reached into her bag and pulled out the restraints. These were long pieces of thick webbing material with a buckle which meant she was able to attach one end to the bedposts and the others she looped around his ankles. Now he was restrained, she pulled off the jeans and boxer shorts and then reached up and removed the t-shirt blindfold.

“You should have said you wanted to tie me up,” Bob replied with a smirk on his face. “I’ll happily lie here while you climb on top.”

Charlotte smiled back. “I’m glad you are so amiable.” She put her bag on the bed and climbed back on top of him.

“Are you not going to strip for me first?” Bob asked, feeling confused and a bit apprehensive as it suddenly dawned on him that he was now restrained and helpless.

“Not tonight my love,” Charlotte giggled, running her fingers along his face and slapping his cheek gently.

She bent her head and kissed him on the mouth, feeling the firmness of his lips as she moved her mouth over him, her tongue dancing with his own. She kissed with her eyes open, watching, waiting.

As she kissed him, her hand reached over, groped in the bag and with her fingers wrapped around it, she broke the kiss and as he lay there, open mouthed, she shoved the black ball gag into his mouth. It took only seconds for her to get the straps over his head and as she pulled tight, she smirked as she saw his eyes bulge in confused terror.

She knelt up, watching him struggle helplessly. She could hear the curses and threats emanating from him, muffled by the ball gag in his mouth.

She reached over again, allowing Bob to get a good eyeful of her cleavage as she pulled her makeup case from her bag. Taking the cherry red lipstick, she slowly and carefully applied a full set of glossy red lips to his struggling face.

She held his head firmly in place as she coated his eyes in a heavy black mascara, warning him to keep still as she drew the heavy kohl pencil along his eyelid.

“That’s much better Bob, it really brings out your eyes,” she giggled. Picking up her makeup brush, she applied a hint of rouge to his cheeks. She was careful to keep it subtle, or as subtle as possible as she transformed him from cocky thug to trussed up pretty boy.

She knelt back, his cock still hard, pressing against her ass as she ran her fingers down over his chest.

“I bet you know how to give a woman a real good fucking, don’t you Bob?” Charlotte looked at him, her voice had turned more serious now and she saw Bob stiffen.

“I bet you love to ram it into her. Hear her gasp as you fill her. Do you?”

Bob stared at her. She saw him pull on the cuffs, trying to break free. Charlotte hoped the headboard was strong enough as the look he gave her was one of anger and hatred.

“I have to apologise.” Charlotte told him, “But I didn’t have time to get a strap-on dildo so I’m afraid this will have to do.”

She grinned apologetically as she produced the long thick green courgette from her bag. “It was all the greengrocers had.”

Charlotte ran her fingers along the thick length of the vegetable. It was about seven or eight inches long and at least two inches thick at the bulbous end. As she brought it to her mouth she lasciviously ran her tongue over it. Circling the smooth green flesh with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes never leaving Bob as he lay there, his eyes flicking from her eyes to the vegetable and back again.

"It could be worse, at least it's not an aubergine."

She giggled as she rolled off the bed, gripped the straps holding his ankles and pulled hard, pulling his ankles back towards his hips, spreading his legs and exposing his puckered arsehole.

She stood at the end of the bed and contemplated the view. Bob trussed up, gagged with full face makeup on. His ass exposed to the world, his balls dangling below his admittedly softening cock as the realisation of what was happening cooled his adour.

She held the courgette between her legs like a large green dildo and rotated her hips at him as she lewdly thrusted it in and out. She climbed back onto the bed and knelt between his legs. Bob started to make strange squeaking noises from behind the gag as she slowly slid the vegetable over his ass crack and up, circling his balls and back down again.

She picked up the bottle of lube and held it up so he could watch as she dribbled the gel over the shaft of the courgette, leaving Bob in no doubt as to what was coming next.

She dangled the courgette in her hand as she leant in and whispered in his ear, “Sorry darling, it’s a labour of love for me but  you might feel a little prick.”

With that, she gripped the courgette firmly and pushed. She watched his eyes as they bulged in their sockets, laughing as she watched him struggle. The noises that escaped from his gagged mouth gave perhaps some indication that he wasn’t enjoying it as much as she was.

“That’s it my big brave boy,” she giggled as she shoved the long firm vegetable deep into his rectum. She listened to his breathing, the frantic hisses through his nose getting louder as he tried to protest through his gagged mouth.

She let go of the courgette, leaving it sticking out of his puckered arsehole and trailed a painted fingernail along the shaft of his cock. The pressure of the courgette wedged inside his ass appeared to have caused his cock to regain it’s earlier hardness. She ran a finger over the hole at the tip of it, smearing the drop of precum over the glans.

She stepped back and ran her eyes over him. ‘Such a picture,’ she thought to herself as she took in again the face with black mascara and eyeliner, the rouged cheeks, the bright red lipstick set off against the black rubber ball of the ball gag. the leather straps tight against his cheeks.

Her eyes lowered to drink in the throbbing hard cock, a drip of pre-cum oozing from the tip and the large green courgette wedged firmly inside his arse. The sphincter muscle red and angry, stretched around the bright green vegetable.

“Such a picture,” she said aloud this time as she reached down and rifled through the pockets of his jeans. She grinned as she pulled out his phone and flipped through the apps until she found the one she wanted.

“Smile for the camera honey,” she giggled as she snapped a picture of his bound and penetrated body.

It was only the work of a few clicks on the phone to post the picture to every contact listed on his phone

She dropped the phone on the floor beside the bed and turned and headed towards the door.

“I’m sure someone will be along some enough to check if you are ok,” she called as she headed for the front door. She heard him struggle and shout through the gag as he realised she was leaving.

She paused with a hand on the door. His muffled shouts and threats suddenly stopped as the phone started to chime.

She smiled to herself as the phone rang out again and again as the replies and comments on his picture flooded in.