Ursula's Twelve. Epilogue. The Autopsy of a Check-mate

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Torreken
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Ursula's Twelve. Epilogue. The Autopsy of a Check-mate

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Epilogue. The autopsy of a Check-mate. August 26, 2023 (9.15 pm)
- Sgt Waterstone, we just received notification that Ursula Volkanov and her team escaped Pacific City in two police vans, dressed as cops and a SWAT team. Ursula Volkanov herself is impersonating a federal office named Laura Griffiths. Helada State Police considers highly unlikely that the criminals will use the same escape route than the last time, but keep your eyes peeled. Cpt. Cross is sending three patrols to reinforce their side of the border, just in case.
- Copy that.


‘Well done, bonita. You seem quite competent, but you are terribly unlucky’, Zoe told to Sgt Monique Waterstone while fondling the brunette state policewoman’s meaty left breast, which had stuck out of her dishevelled lacy white bra. The criminal put the radio back on the console and her now free right hand immediately went to Monique Waterstone’s pussy. Zoe toyed for a second with the cop’ lacy white panties, especially its cute pink ribbon, but soon after she started to caress Monique’s clit, making the state policewomen to moan softly while she closed her pretty green eyes.

Zoe was now wearing Sgt Waterstone’s uniform, which consisted of light brown trousers, chocolate-coloured shirt, black tie and shoes and camel-coloured hat. The criminal and the sergeant of the Daigon State Police had made their acquaintance before, when Ursula and her team, disguised as troopers from the neighbouring state of Helada, had taken by surprise the brunette sergeant and her partners, stealing their uniforms to complete their escape. Like on that occasion, Sgt Waterstone’ superiors had only warned her when it was too late. The only difference is that, this time, Ursula’s team was bigger, 12 women in total, and that they had chosen different uniforms. The state policewomen were surprised to see that some local cops and a SWAT team led by a federal agent were driving from Helada to Daigon, but they could never imagine that they were criminals and that the real representatives of the law were bound and gagged naked inside those two vans. What were the odds of something like that happening again?

Sgt Monique Waterstone was, in fact, very unlucky. Sitting on her cruiser wearing only her white underwear, with her hands zip-tied behind her back, the brunette cop tried to remain stoic while Zoe explore her curvy and sexy body. Nonetheless, her partner Valeria Giron, a stunning Latina in her early twenties with a toned body, brown eyes, caramel-coloured skin and long black hair tied in a ponytail, could considered herself even unluckier. The gorgeous cop had also lost her uniform, so she was only wearing skimpy lacy pink panties and a matching lacy bra which had been lowered to reveal her rotund breasts. Like her partner, she had her hands zip-tied behind her back, but she was kneeling on the back of the car, forced to eat Susan’s pussy. The strawberry blonde criminal was wearing Valeria’s uniform but when she realised they had some time to spare, she had quickly lowered her trousers and panties and grabbed Valeria from her ponytail to have some fun with the Latina cop.

Sgt Waterstone opened her eyes, trying not to think of the waves of pleasure which came from her today not so private parts. The brunette state cop saw that the rest of her partners had not fared well either. Kendra Paulsen, a slim redhead, and Tabitha Ross, a curvy blonde, had also lost their uniforms. Kendra was now only wearing navy-blue bikini-panties and matching bra while Tabitha had only preserved her black thong, so the blonde cop was also receiving whistles of appreciation for her uncovered massive jugs. The two state troopers had been victims of Ursula before and had the bad luck to cross paths again with her. Fortunately for them, Ursula and Sally did not seem to have taken much interest on them after stealing their uniforms and restraining, blindfolding and gagging the two cops. Kendra and Tabitha only got a spank in their nice asses before being pushed inside their cruiser’s trunk.

The criminals, on the other hand, were not done yet with Paige Campbell and Maria Teresa Cruz, two rookie cops in their early twenties who had joined the state police in June. Paige, a petite brunette with short hair and blue eyes, was only wearing pruple bikini panties and matching bra while Maria Teresa, a curvy Latina with tanned skin and blonde hair, had opted for a racy red thong and matching lacy bra. The two cops had their hands zip-tied behind their backs and had to endure how Belinda asked her friends to take pictures of her standing between the two captives while grabbing one of each cop’s breasts. The young strawberry blonde criminal had a libido as high as her villainous cousin, Susan, so she soon started to make out with Paige while also grabbing Maria Teresa’s thong, so the Latina could not go very far from this improvised threesome.

To Monique Waterstone’s chagrin, the rest of the criminals then decided to take pictures and videos of the rest of the captives. The brunette cop tried to resist Zoe’s manoeuvres, but the Latina criminal’s deft hand, joined with the alluring view of her partner Valeria’s round ass wiggling next to her, made it difficult to resist, so she soon climaxed.

In the meantime, the promised reinforcements from Helada had arrived. From the distance, Sgt Waterstone saw six women wearing the Helada State Police uniform, which consisted on dark green trousers, olive-green shirt, black shoes and tie and a black hat, descending from the cruisers, unaware that they were walking into a trap. The brunette cop found it very odd that they had decided to send exactly six more cops, all of them female, to a checkpoint where supposedly nothing was going to happen. Then, she remembered how one officer of the Helada State Police, Lt Kowkovski, had suspected foul play by her superior, Cpt Cross, a year ago. This was the same officer who now had sent these cops to offer the criminals another six uniforms to escape. Maybe it was the desire of being proved right, or the boldness from having just orgasmed before, but Monique Waterstone dared to talk to their captors: ‘I get it, you girls are very good at your job, but you are getting extra help, do not dare to deny it’. Zoe only smiled.

In a less than five minutes, the six Helada state policewomen now walked naked in front of Sgt Waterstone, with their hands tied before their backs and gagged with their own panties, and they were all tied around a big tree. The Albionese women who had joined Ursula, now wearing their captives’ uniforms, apparently did not like cops very much either.

The twelve criminals, all disguised as state troopers from Daigon or Helada, divided in pairs and prepared to split, driving in different directions. Susan put back on her trousers and stepped of the car. ‘I am going to see if I can say hi to my cousin’s cops before they leave’, she said with a devious grin. Then, Zoe went to the back of the car and grabbed Valeria from her ponytail, taking the Latina cop to the front of the car. ‘We are the last team in leaving, so we have some time to kill’, she said. Then, she yanked Monique’s white panties down, and forced her partner Valeria down to eat the brunette cop’s pussy. ‘You fucked it up last time we met, so I think it is fair that you munch your superior’s carpet for her troubles and later mine’s’, she continued, while she started to finger the now meek Latina cop. Monique Waterstone initial embarrassment soon disappeared when she felt her partner’s deft tongue inside her pussy. ‘There is nothing else I can do to prevent these criminals to escape, so I might as well try to enjoy it’, she thought, closing her eyes and starting to moan.

***

Lydia Wallace was relieved when she heard that her partner, Sonia Hernandez, had been found tied naked to a shower but she was fine, only wet and angry. The brunette federal agent had no time to look for the many cops, federal agents, security guards, military officers, members of Al Helaffi’s Special Guard, and even two country singers, who were bound and gagged in their underwear after having their clothes stolen by Ursula and her team during their successful sting. She had started to pursue Ursula, but she had only found more victims and no trace of the criminals or the money the stole.

In a forest clearing in the border between the states of Helada and Saigon, Agent Wallace finally found the two police vans used by Ursula in their escape. There, she also found the SWAT team and her superior, Laura Griffiths. The seven SWAT cops were found hogtied naked, blindfolded and gagged with their own panties. Their sergeant, Rose Rivers, and Agent Griffiths had to endure a more humiliating ordeal. The two blonde representatives of the law were fully naked, gagged with their own panties, and tied together in an embarrassing 69-position. To add salt to the injury, two big dildoes had placed inside their pussies.

Laura Griffiths’ initial embarrassment of being found in such a predicament quickly turned into fury. Her rage only increased when Lydia Wallace told her that their boss had ordered that she took a few days off while she ‘closed’ the case. At that point no one expected Ursula to get caught, only to write a report that would explain how the debacle had happened, but the blonde federal agent correctly interpreted that she was being held responsible for this disaster.

Throughout the night, local and state police from both Helada and Saigon found the missing police cruisers and the abducted state policewomen who had unwillingly donated their uniforms to Ursula and her friends. Lydia Wallace herself found the last missing vehicle, a cruiser of the Saigon State Police.

The brunette federal agent opened the trunk and found Sgt Monique Waterstone and Valeria Giron tied together, with their juicy breasts rubbing each other’s, gagged and blindfolded. Lydia cut the zip-ties that restrained the cops’ hands and untie the rope which pushed them together. Valeria Giron, now free, tore up the tape which covered her mouth and spat her skimpy lacy pink panties from her mouth. ‘I quit’, was the only thing she said before stepping out of the trunk fully naked.

Sgt Waterstone took it more gracefully. Once freed, the brunette cop pulled up her white lacy panties, which had rolled to her knees, and adjusted her dishevelled bra. Then, she sat on the trunk and look to Agent Wallace, noticing that underneath that trench coat the fed was only wearing sexy purple underwear and black pantyhose. The two brunettes knew each other from the previous time they had run into Ursula’s path, so the state police sergeant casually said: ‘Lydia, are we really bad at our job?’. ‘I honestly do not think so, Monique’, the federal agent replied, sighing.

Lydia Wallace summarised to her friend how Ursula had attacked them at their own headquarters, the many red herrings in her plan and how she managed to get into the casino’s vault and used their own uniforms to escape. ‘She is very good, that is undeniable, but she knew that we were waiting for her’, the federal agent concluded. ‘Absolutely, she is getting help from people who should not be helping her’, Sgt Waterstone affirmed. Then, the brunette state policewomen started to tell her part of the story. Lydia Wallace took a lot of notes, knowing that Monique Waterstone was a smart officer and paid attention to details. Sgt Waterstone noticed that Agent Wallace even wrote down the colour of her underwear and the state of undress in which she had found them. The brunette state officer pointed to the notes, dumbfounded, but Lydia Wallace could only shrug her shoulders and say: ‘Our bosses want to have that kind of information in the reports. They say it may prove useful’. ‘Well, that is also another reason of why we fail’, Monique Waterstone said with resignation. Agent Wallace nodded, with a resigned smirk in her face and continued writing.

***

Two weeks later, the media continued to talk non-stop about the incredible heist at the Oasis casino. Michael Gower III saw with relief that not even the ‘serious’ outlets had started to dig on the casino’s investors, who had lost money, etc., focusing in the most salacious aspects of the robbery, like the tabloids and the social media platforms had done with gusto. On the other hand, it was her wife, Meghan, who became the main target of criticism and jokes on the Internet, as the casino’s manager, besides the ineffective representatives of the law, of course. At least he had not found any pictures or videos of her, although he was sure they existed. Ursula and her henchwomen had flooded the Internet, like usual, with a lot of material taken during their last adventure, but, so far, they had decided not to share any picture of her hot wife bound and gagged in her underwear. This provided meagre relief to Meghan Gower, who had not talked to her husband since the heist, blaming him, ‘fucking Thomas’, as he referred to Mr. I, and their toxic masculinity for what had happened. Meghan had obviously resigned as the casino’s manager, but the billionaire hoped that once he found another activity for her socialite wife, she would forgive him.

Gower stopped ‘doomscroolling’ and decided to relax a bit. His friend Mark had to cancel their tennis game at the last minute, but he did not feel in the mood to go the gym instead. Sitting in the terrace bar of his elitist private club, Gower decided to order another drink and take the morning off.

The billionaire saw two attractive women carrying tennis rackets who seemed to have just played a game of tennis themselves. A pretty redhead with grey eyes and toned legs, who wore a sweatband, fancy sneakers, a short white skirt and a white tank-top with a horizontal red stripe in the middle, and a petite blonde with blue eyes who wore a cap, a wristband, white sneakers, grey short skirt and a pink tank-top, smiled back at him when he lifted his glass at them.

The women approached them. Gower was in his fifties but he looked very good. He was fit, tall and he was turning in some kind of silver fox, so he was not surprised to see the two women, who were in their late twenties or early thirties, coming to join him for a drink. He liked to flirt, but he thought maybe it was not a good idea to do it in the club when Meghan was still mad at him. ‘Let’s keep my options open anyway’, he thought to himself, smiling at the women.

However, Michael Gower smile froze when he looked carefully at the two newcomers and finally recognised them: they were Ursula Volkanov and Sally Perkins! The billionaire turned pale and told them quietly: ‘What are you doing? Are you crazy? The feds are still watching me’. Ursula smiled and replied: ‘we know, we are actually wearing the clothes of the two agents who are in charge of following you’.

Ursula handed him her phone, so the billionaire could see a picture of a curvy woman with dirty blonde hair, wearing only pink socks, light green boy-shorts and a grey sports bra which had been lifted to reveal her massive tits, and a petite brunette wearing only blue ankle socks, hip-hugging white panties and a black sports bra which had been lifted as well, showing the woman’s smallish but perky breasts. Both women were gagged, blindfolded and had their hands and ankles tied with tape, but Gower could easily identify Agent Melissa Sparks and Agent Nataly Graham, the two federal agents who had been watching him for the last two days.

Before Michael Gower could say anything else, the phone Ursula had given him started to ring, so he picked it up.

- Hello?
- Gowie! Nice to talk to you again. I wanted to call to tell you that I got the swords. Thanks for being such a good sport. I also appreciate that you alerted the Albionese authorities of the transaction: this gave me the opportunity of using my new employees from the other side of the ocean. I am sure the Albionese police did not appreciate that the six policewomen in charge of the drop were later found by a local farmer, bound and gagged in their underwear after having their uniforms stolen by Robin, Marian and company. It made the news there, as a good side story to the casino’s.
- Tommy, I know we had a bet and we both like to cheat, but what your agents did to my wife was unaccounted for.
- Gowie, come on. I will not allow them to publish the pictures, as long as you do not tell the feds that you know Mr. I.
- It is my wife, for Christ’s sake!
- You know that she left me in college for you because I was a coin tossed in the air while you were a safe bet, coming from old money and so, do you?
- I know, Thomas, that she was a gold-digger, but now she is my wife and the mother of my children, what you did was out of line.
- It is true. Ok, I will tell you what: Although I won the bet, I will send you her letters back, I will delete her pictures and I will talk to Bildengen so Meghan joins the board of a couple of his charities. That would keep her entertained.
- That would be great, thanks.
- Ok, once that is sorted, tell me. What was the damage? Financially, I mean.
- Well, some of our friends lost several millions, but you know, it is just a small nuisance for them. Some young sharks, our Albionese investors and a legion of crypto-bros were those who took the brunt after your agents stole the hedge funds’ passwords, information, and such.
- And you?
- Actually, I fared quite well. I sold all my assets connected to the casino and the hedge fund five days before the robbery, and I even made a nice profit.
- Really? Hahahahaha. You did not believe you could win the bet then?
- At first, I was scared that the authorities would connect me to your unsavoury business in Albion, but soon I noticed that they did not have anything on me, so I hoped that the blonde federal agent’s ambition, that cunt of Laura Griffiths, could play on my favour. That is why I thought at first that I could use them to win the bet.
- What changed?
- The fed told me their plan and they arranged everything with my head of security, Patricia Palmer. It made sense until they told me that they were going to deploy an all-female force. That is when I knew we were fucked. Something that big and with such a bullshit PR excuse cannot be kept secret within the confines of the agency. I knew it was a matter of time that one of your friends from the Hill would tell you. Who did it? Jovawski? Bennett?
- Actually, it was O’Grady. This is funny: his daughter is a federal trainee agent who was offered to participate in the mission and, excited, she told her dad that she was going to be part of a special all-female mission. The congressman quickly connected the dots, contacted me and prevented her daughter from joining the mission. Mary Sue O’Grady still has a promising career at the agency and his dad will enjoy a war-chest of 150 million of dollars to become governor next year. Nevertheless, that was impressive, Gowie. Well done!
- Thanks. I guess we are even now?
- We are. I am going to Boca next week, so make your assistant contact my assistant and we can go play golf and have a few drinks one day. How is that?
- Sounds good, Tommy. One last thing: What should I tell the feds about this incident.
- Tell them that I wanted to let you know that I got the swords and that I no longer hold a grudge against you. They will keep an eye on you for a while but soon they will realise that it is pointless.
- Will do. Bye.
- Bye.

Looking at Ursula, Michael Gower asked: ‘Are we even as well, Ms. Volkanov?’. Ursula remained silent for a few seconds but, finally, she said smiling: ‘We are. I think I have earned enough enemies for the rest of my life, so let’s not complicate things more’. Then, they heard a loud scream piercing the air. Smiling, Ursula looked at Sally and said: ‘I think someone has found the federal agents who so generously donated us their clothes, so it is time for us to go’.

THE END
esercito sconfitto
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Re: Ursula's Twelve. Epilogue. The Autopsy of a Check-mate

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man, what Oliver Stone created with his "Natural Born Killers" about the crime film genre, you did it about the uniform stealing genre :D

I recognize the same feelings and vibes and almost the same concept and rythm ;)

many, many thanks for this tale and please don't stop Ursula and her furious allure 8-)
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Re: Ursula's Twelve. Epilogue. The Autopsy of a Check-mate

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Wow that was a veritable buffet of burgled uniforms and bound women... excellent stuff. It reminds me a bit of Vikings2wins old animations character The Chameleon, only a whole group of Chameleons.
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Re: Ursula's Twelve. Epilogue. The Autopsy of a Check-mate

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esercito sconfitto wrote: Mon Apr 04, 2022 10:28 am man, what Oliver Stone created with his "Natural Born Killers" about the crime film genre, you did it about the uniform stealing genre :D

I recognize the same feelings and vibes and almost the same concept and rythm ;)

many, many thanks for this tale and please don't stop Ursula and her furious allure 8-)
Thanks a lot for your kind words! The comparison with Stone's fantastic movie is undeserved, but thanks anyway :lol:

I always try my stories not to be 100% linear, but in this case I tried to impress a different rythm to the narrative and I am more or less satisfied with the structure.
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RandomGuy wrote: Mon Apr 04, 2022 7:19 pm Wow that was a veritable buffet of burgled uniforms and bound women... excellent stuff. It reminds me a bit of Vikings2wins old animations character The Chameleon, only a whole group of Chameleons.
Thanks for your words. I do not know The Chameleon, but I will check it out.
One of the hardest part when writing the story was coming up with names and be sure that there were no mistakes or repetitions :lol:
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