This tale is a compilation of several prior ones (Corrupt Sheriff, Notel Cartel, County Farm, and others), along with some original content. It contains sexual segments that could be offensive to some and is intended for the mature reader. If you are of a priggish nature, it is not for you.

Deputy Sheriffs are up to no good. One has purchased a remote ranch and converted its horse stable stalls into a group of small apartments. He collects fillies of a human variety to reside there, at least temporarily. The facility also has a barn and a farmhouse.

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“Sheriff, this is all a sham!” the mom protested. “You pulled us over for no reason whatsoever. I insist on a blood-alcohol test. I don't even drink!”

“This bag of white powder was sitting in the vehicle.”

The deputy tasted it on his fingertip.

“Oh, Maggie, this is cocaine!”

“That's not ours!” the mom insisted.
- - -

Soon things are warm and cozy. Stacey notices her companion is oddly docile.

“Jamie, you okay?”

“She's fine, or at least will be. I put a little something in her drink. It's called a paralytic. She's fully aware of what's going on around her, but can't move a muscle.”

“What?! Why?”

“I don't want both of your fighting me off, but don't want both off you totally out of it either. I like a little spunk in my victims. So for now, it's just you and me, Stacey. Let's position your friend so she can watch as your clothes come off.”
- - -

He produced a small plastic bag with white powder in it. “What's this?”

“That ain't ours, sir.”

“Uh-oh. This is cocaine, girls, but I guess you know that since it was in your backpack.”

“My sister said it ain't ours. Aren't you listening, mister?” spouted the younger sister. Both had nice figures, pale skin and auburn hair.

“Well, it was in your possession, and that's a felony. The law requires a strip search and cavity check in such circumstances.”
- - -

Your new girlfriend was right about the clothes. Take them off.”

“No!”

He pushed the button that lowered the back window. “Throw them out of the car as they come off.”

The girl turned to face her. “You'd better do it, Emma.”

“If you're not naked by the time we get to The Ranch, there will be hell to pay,” he added.

“You'd better do it. These people are nuts!”

“Shoes first,” said the deputy. “Then slacks, followed by your top.”

“Oh crap!” Becoming resigned to her fate, Emma pulled off her shoes. They disappeared into the night.

The deputy turned on the inside light and adjusted his rearview mirror to watch. Emma undid her pant waistband button and pulled down the zipper.

“I love that sound!”

“Please don't make me do this, Deputy.”

“I'm not making you do jack. You're doing this because you want to. Your exhibitionist nature is emerging. Emma, say this is fun. Make it sound sincere.”

As she struggled to wriggle out of her slacks, she complied. “My pants are off. This is fun, sir! It feels so liberating taking off all my clothes, throwing them away in the middle of nowhere, getting naked and totally vulnerable. Happy now?”

“Happier. Window.”

She held them up to the opening and the 55 mph wind sucked them out.

“Now the top, sweetheart. Pull it open. I want those buttons popping off!”

She obeyed, her top now quickly gone, her bra too.

“Give me the panties. I'll hang them from my mirror as a souvenir.”
- - -

“Mrs. Walker, you may have noticed our sign.” They point to it. Family Diner – Clothing Optional

“Oh my, we did not notice. Good thing there are none of those people here now, I need to protect our girls from such things.”

“The optional part refers to Management's preference, not just the customer's. We opt for no-clothing for you three. Please line up in the middle of the room.”