by big-mart,
(Representative Anastasia Ocasio-Cortez, NY )
“Look at her, going around like she thinks she owns this place”, Mandy sneered.
“Keep calm, in a few ours from now, she will know her place”, Sarah said, trying to get Mandy to focus.
“And you are really sure you wanna do this?”, Becks asked, biting her lip like she always did when she was nervous.
Mandy, Sarah and Becks were friends since high-school, always up to no good and notorious bullies back in their day. Mandy, the tallest of the three, always had a rather sadistic stroke. She could play with her long black hair like an innocent school girl and in the next moment her green eyes would be full of viciousness and cruelty. Sarah, the second tallest behind Mandy, with her brunette hair and hazel eyes, was always more collect than Mandy, being the most analyzing and efficient of them three, but in the end, that didn’t make her any less cruel in most situation. The shortest of them, Becks, was a redhead with green eyes. Most only saw her as a tag-along, with her being almost always nervous when the three planned something, although Mandy knew how to keep Becks moving and motivated. And for their next plan, it would need all three of them.
Only a few months ago, the trio decided to attend the same college in Kentucky, near the city of Crofton. Now, not only did they attend the college, they also wanted to join the most elite sorority on campus, Alpha Omega Chai, a sorority of rich girls, known for their rather right and conservative stance concerning politics. For middle-class daughters like Mandy, Sarah and Becks, there was not much of a chance to be accepted, so Mandy had come up with something, and coming up with something she did.
A week ago, two reporters from the ‘New York Weekly Journal’ were assaulted and left tied up and gagged in an alleyway. What only would have been an amusing story for Mandy, was soon followed by the news of a panel on ‘Suppression and Violence against Reporters’, that was hosted at the college of Crofton, with Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez as the main speaker. Mandy despised that woman and her wannabe personality with all her heart. In Mandy’s eyes she was just some Hispanic bitch that sucked half the men of New York to be were she was now. After jokingly remarking that the people of Crofton should give her the same welcoming the two reporters received, an idea began to blossom in Mandy’s head.
***
It was the day of the panel, the trio watched as Alexandria got out of her police cruiser, followed by the two female officers, one Caucasian and blond, the other with darker skin color and hair.
“Look at her go, demanding female escorts so there are no men near her probably, that cheap self-esteem couldn’t handle being protected by a man”, Mandy continued to sneer, as they watched the Democrat walking up the stairs of the college, waving and greeting different people. Alexandria Cortez was sharply dressed like always, wearing a dark jacket over a white blouse, a dark skirt and equally dark pantyhose. She was escorted right to the main entrance of the building, giving one last wave to the people, then disappearing inside. The two Officers on the other hand, lazily strolled back to their car, climbing in and driving off to some side street out of view, waiting till Alexandria was ready to be picked up in a few hours. The three girls all observed that, following the police cruiser with their gaze, before it made a left turn and went out of sight.
“Okay, they will wait not far away, get moving girls, we have some work to do”
***
Officer Hill leaned against the cruiser, enjoying the warm summer air, moving a hand through her blond hair that was tightly held in a bun. Both her and her partner, Officer Johnson, were only rookies on the force, probably the reason why their chief ordered them to bring Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez to and from the panel. It was a simple job, no one would expect a melt down at a simple panel, but still, after Miss Cortez already was the victim of a prank, which ended in her being bound and gagged, it was still a question of rather being save than sorry. Officer Hill looked around the quiet street they had parked their car in. No soul in sight, only old brick buildings, some were storage units, others seemed to be closed shops. Perfect place to wait till they were needed.
“Hey, you, bitch in blue!”, a voice shouted from across the street. Seconds later a beer can hit the police cruiser. Officer Johnson and Officer Hill both looked over from where the throw seemed to come. An alleyway between two brick buildings, and there stood a girl, wearing a hoodie and an Obama mask.
“Excuse me, Miss, come over here right away”, Officer Hill exclaimed, taking a step into the attacker’s direction.
“Should we call for back up?”, Officer Johnson asked, her hand already reaching for her radio.
“To bust a drunk college girl? No way, I think we can handle this”, Officer Hill said. Right then, another can was flung through the air, landing a couple inches before the blondes’ feet, exploding and covering her boots in liquid.
“Okay, that’s enough!”, and with that, Officer Hill was making her way to the alley, but before she could even cross half of the street, the assailant already started running further down the alley, with Officer Hill in hot pursuit and Officer Johnson following a couple second behind.
“You are only making this worse, stop right now”, Hill yelled, running after the girl in the hoodie, who suddenly slowed down. The young Officer was a bit perplexed, but still with a grin forming on her face. Just as she passed a huge dumpster to her right, there was a flash in her peripheral vision, but she couldn’t react in time. Something got caught between her legs, she stumbled, and was tackled from behind. All air was pushed out of her body as she connected with the ground, with someone’s knee pressing hard in her back. What followed next was a hit to the side of her stomach, followed by another, then another. Johnson meanwhile had a good look at her partner getting jumped by someone from behind the dumpster, now kneeling on her back, hitting her repeatedly. Officer Johnson pulled out her stun gun, aiming at the person who attacked Officer Hill, but before she could even fully raise it, another beer can connected with her head. Stars erupted in front of her eyes. She let go of the stun gun, which fell to the floor unceremoniously. The shadow of someone was moving closer, shoving the off-guard Officer to the ground. The last thing Officer Johnson saw, was someone standing over her, her own stun gun in hand, before she felt hot pain coursing through her body, and her vision turned to black.
Meanwhile, Officer Hill found herself in a rather tight headlock by one of her attackers, while the other one clicked her own handcuffs around her wrists.
“Now quick, get their car here so we can load them in!”, the girl who held her demanded, and with that, the other one ran off.
“What the fuck you think you are doing! I will beat your sorry ass…”, Officer Hill’s grunted cursing was interrupted by the ever-tightening headlock, and with her hands tied behind her back, the only thing she could do was kick her legs, as it got harder and harder to breath. Their own police cruiser was pulling in the alley, as Officer Hill’s eyes rolled back in her head. Sarah checked if the Officer really passed out, before releasing her and walking over to the trunk of the car. Mandy just finished cuffing Officer Johnson, picking her up and hauling her in the open trunk, not before giving the black police woman one last round of tasering. She than moved over to Officer Hill, putting her in the trunk, also giving her a little shock therapy.
“For good measure”, she explained devilishly to Sarah, who just shook her head. With Becks already behind the wheel, the other two got in and the group drove off.
It has been years since the old part of the gym was in use, a perfect place to hide those Officers for the weekend. They entered the shed for the gym equipment through a huge garage door, parking the police cruiser inside. Hauling the still unconscious Officers out of the trunk, they dragged them through the storage area, back to a section where rows and rows of old lockers were kept.
“Get those two pathetic bitches out of their uniforms, I do the rest”, Mandy ordered her friends, opening the cuffs on Officer Hill’s wrist and starting to unbutton her uniform. Becks did the same with Officer Johnson, and soon both police women had nothing on but their undergarments. While Sarah and Becks began swapping their own clothes with the police uniforms, Mandy began taping up the two women. She re-cuffed their wrist, tying their arms and legs with tape, before moving the two back to back and taping them to one another.
“Man, with it being a hot summer day, I can only imagine how disgusting those socks must be”, Mandy muttered to herself in a mocking fashion, grabbing the blue socks of both Officers, and shoving each woman their partner’s socks in their mouth respectively, before sealing it shut with several wraps of duct tape around the head. She gave Sarah a nod, who was already dressed, and together they heaved the bundle of bound cops up and placed them in one of the lockers, before bolting it shut. Just in time it seemed, as confused muffles and shuffling was already coming from inside, as the two Officers found them in their rather tight predicament.
“Shut up you two”, Mandy yelled, “No one will find you, but if you behave me might give someone an anonymous tip in a few days, at least that way your chief will get his favorite cock suckers back”
Mandy’s focus shifted back to the disguised Becks and Sarah.
“Right, get there and pick up our little guest, remember, just don’t look suspicious and no one will be the wiser. Afterwards, bring her here and we move from there”
“Got you, see you in an hour or two”, Sarah said, saluting Mandy before making her way to the cruiser together with Becks.
***
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez slumped in the back of the police cruiser, which took off, before she could even fully close the door. She sighed, leaning against the head rest, but soon noticed the rather fast pace at which the car seemed to go already.
“Excuse…”, but her puzzled remark was cut short as she looked at the two women in front of the car. The driver was a smaller girl with freckles and red hair, she was biting her lip nervously, throwing glances every few second over to her companion, a tall brunette, who had her eyes fixed on Alexandria.
“Who are you two? Where are Johnson and Hill?”, the politician demanded to know, as she tensed up, her hands grasping the edge of her seat. However, the only answer she got was a cold stare from the brunette in front of her.
“This is ridicules”, Alexandria muttered, grabbing for the phone in her purse, but before she could reach it, Sarah pulled her shock gun on their passenger. Hot pain pervaded Alexandria’s body, her purse hitting the floor of the stolen cruiser. Sarah shocked her a second time, then a third, before their captive was finally incapacitated, hanging limply in her seatbelt. Sarah gave the scene one cold grin, before focusing back on Becks, who was still navigating them to the closed-up section of the campus.
“Now hurry, I am not sure for how long she will be out, better getting her secured nice and tight”, the brunette ordered, looking back at the still passed out Democrat. It wasn’t long before they reached the old gym and entered through one of the garage doors on the far side of the equipment sheds. Mandy was already waiting there with her own car. They closed the gate behind them, before grabbing the still unconscious Alexandria, dragging her out of the car and unto the cold cement ground.
“We seriously, seriously did it”, Mandy yelled, looking at their captive, before high-fiving Sarah. Meanwhile, Becks was leaning against the cruiser, arms crossed and still biting her lip.
“Don’t celebrate to soon, we still need to get her to the sorority”, Becks said. Mandy seemed to notice her worried expression.
“Oh, come on Becks? Are you still scared? After this we will be the fucking Queens of the whole college, and now help us getting this bitch secure, there is a lot of fun to be had”, Mandy explained smiling, a sadistic look in her eyes, as she pulled out a roll of black duct tape. She threw it to Sarah, before pulling out another one, throwing that to Becks.
“Get her on her knees, Sarah you do her wrist. Becks tape her feet. Nice and tight, the sooner she gets used to her bonds, the better”, Mandy ordered, grabbing their captive by her ponytail and yanking her up. Sarah quickly crossed her arms behind her back, beginning to tape her wrist together and Becks doing the same with her feet. A silent grunt indicated, that Alexandria was on the verge of waking up.
The politician’s eyes flattered open, while she tried to refocus her vision. First thing she noticed were her surroundings, with the police cruiser to her left and rows of old gym equipment standing around. But there wasn’t much time to analyzing her surroundings.
*Slap*
A hand hit her on the side of the head. Alexandria gasped, just as she could feel another hit connecting, combined with a menacing sneer. She looked up, only to find herself in front of a tall black-haired girl, arms crossed, and a look that could be described as a mixture of triumph and disgust. Alexandria took a deep breath, only now noticing the other two girls, taping up her arms and legs. However, she kept her cool for now, focusing on the one standing before her.
“If this is some kind prank, I have been through this already, and it was neither funny, nor in any sense entertaining. You know that you girls are committing serious crimes right here, and…”, but another slap haltered he, right before she was grabbed forcefully by the chin, with Mandy’s face moving only inches away from her own.
“Have I allowed you to speak up, bitch? I know you Democrats love to run your mouths, but until I allow you to speak, you will keep quiet!”, Mandy shouted in the politicians face, before letting her go. Alexandria gulped, glancing back at the other two of her captors. The one now winding tape around elbows in a rather painful fashion wasn’t faced by this at all, while the girls tying her legs seemed to avoid eye contact. Another big breather, another approach.
“I understand you girls might be angry or confused, however you have to underst…”
Her calm and soothing tone wasn’t helping much, however this time she didn’t receive a slap. Mandy’s hand clasped tightly over Alexandria’s mouth, like an iron claw. She snatched the stun gun from Sarah before moving it under the Democrat’s skirt und putting it right between her legs. Alexandria’s eyes widened in shock, as she could feel the stun gun being pushed against her panties.
“One more word and I will pull the trigger, you hear?”, Mandy said, her eyes full of hatred. Alexandria shook her head frantically, with fear all written over her face. Mandy gave her one long vicious look, before pulling the stun gun away from her legs, but keeping her hand on Alexandria’s mouth.
“I don’t trust that Hispanic cow one bit, time to stuff that loud mouth of hers”, Mandy said, looking over to Sarah, who pulled out a pair of panties from her back pocket. Alexandria’s eyes darted from left to right, not quite understanding what was going on, as suddenly the hand over her mouth was pulled away, followed by a pair of panties finding their way inside her mouth. She gasped, trying to push back with her tongue, but tape was already sealing her mouth shut, as Sarah began wrapping it around her head, with Mandy holding her by her ponytail. She was only released after the whole lower part of her face was completely encased in tape, but she didn’t dare try how effective her gag was, with the threat of the stun gun between her legs still fresh in her mind.
“Now you can chew on some panties like all you libtard bitches should do”, Mandy said, letting go of Alexandria’s hair, before giving a nod to Sarah. Seconds later, the Democrat was plunged into darkness, as even more tape was pulled over her eyes and wrapped around her head in the same manner as done before with her mouth.
“Oh, don’t you think we are done with you. You will be our special little guest this weekend, a few girls are eager to show you what they think of you and your ideas”, Mandy explained. Alexandria couldn’t see her captive anymore, but judging from the sound, the girl was still standing in front of here, possible with a devilish grin on her face. She heard the ripping of duct tape, and shuffling behind her, as the girls all took a step back, admiring their work. Alexandria on the other hand, robbed of her vision and voice, had now the time to fully feel her constrictive bonds for the first time. Her wrist and elbows were tightly taped together, with even more tape forcing her arms to her body. As if this wasn’t enough, her hands were clenched to fists and completely encased. Meanwhile, tape was wounded around her feet, ankles and knees, making wiggling her toes her only possible movement. She tugged a bit at her bonds, trying to maybe break free, but to no avail. Fear was slowly creeping up inside of her. She was unable to stop those girls with whatever they had in store, and with one of them already showing of her rather sadistic nature, Alexandria could only imagine what would come next.
Her captors on the other hand started laughing at the lame attempts of their victim, trying to free herself. They walked around her, observing Alexandria carefully shuffling on her knees and trying to break free from the tape. Mandy was again the first to act, taking a step forth, again pulling the democrat on her hair and then pushing her. Alexandria nearly fell over but could hold her balance. Disorientated she looked around frantically, not quite sure about the position of the girls. Now it was Sarah’s turn, as she kicked the politician in the back, this time making her fall over. However, Mandy caught her, helping her back on her knees before leaning in real close.
“Better get used to this, piggy. Bitches like you need to learn their place!”, and with that, Mandy took a step back again.
“I have a little something to add, by the way”, Sarah now said, earning both Mandy’s and Alexandria’s attention. The democrat couldn’t see what the girl meant, but laughter erupted from Mandy’s side, as Sarah, seemingly, pulled something from her pocket.
“Nice idea, now put it on, I hope you chose a dirty pair”
Alexandria still was confused what was going on, fear and shame far beyond welling, already took over inside of her. She was in no position to fight back right now, already humiliated and bound. For now, her best plan was to move along and hope someone would find her soon. Her thoughts were interrupted as she could feel the soft fabric of a pair of tights getting pulled over her head. She tried to fight it, but a hand grabbed her by the neck and held her still. The pantyhose felt tight around her head, tighter even than her gag and blindfold, as it was encasing her head completely. Her nose was pinched rather uncomfortably, and for the first few seconds she had trouble breathing. As soon as her pantyhose hood was in place, Sarah already began wrapping even more tape around Alexandria’s head, so she sported a second layer on her gag and blindfold. Even of she dared to scream right now, the Democrat knew there would be nothing coming out, short of a few pathetic whimpers. Hands grabbed her, her short struggle was interrupted by a hit to her stomach, before they lifted her of the ground and into the trunk of their car. Last thing Alexandria heard was Mandy’s voice, still with that constant mocking tone:
“Get yourself comfortable, the real party will begin soon, bitch”, and with that, the trunk was closed.
Mandy high fived Sarah once again, but looking back at Becks, her worried look wasn’t wavering.
“Oh, come on now, stop worrying for once. You will see, the hard part is over, it is time to have some fun”, and with that, the leader of the group walked towards the driver side door, with her two companions following her. They watched carefully for onlookers, while driving out of the garage and into the empty street, before heading of to the sorority house, the squirming Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez in their trunk.