"Cycle+Cops" ( Part of the "Grabber Park Estate" Saga )

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The five WPC's thought they were being so...so... clever. Sergeant Chelsea Fondling had seen early maps of the Grabber Park Estate. The heavily wooded hills that over looked it were not on the original architect’s layout of the estate. Thus, she reasoned that a small squad of girls could set up an observation post in the hills with telescopes and cameras to watch the street activity. As she knew that the gangs rarely ventured out of the estate en-mass during the day she thought she'd be safe.

With four other young officers who wished to make a name for themselves, they borrowed some BMX bikes and taking an easy route headed up into the hills. May be they thought that being in uniform would protect them...It only made the silly ladies stand out like sore thumbs.

They were spotted as they entered the woods. Paula got a call, rolled off the bed, and dressed. She hurriedly left the burn out shop. Inside a poor informer was still strapped to the bed; the gagged woman gazed at the cold room in which she was imprisoned. Empty, and with the windows boarded no visual stimulus, she knew nevertheless, she would not get bored, as she had been left a couple of rather large toys firmly inserted...each with a long life battery. Paula left her for the girls of the gang to play with all day. The thoroughly ravaged woman would then be dropped of somewhere very...very close by the centre of the ship canal that night...unless she pleaded for mercy really well.

Paula was trouble...but the cycle cops were already getting themselves into trouble,...they were totally lost. Soon girlie voices were raised in anger, Emily with Irene and Melba, the three blondes wanted to send someone off on the lower track, rapidly skirt the estate and get help from the Police station. Nevertheless, none of them would volunteer.

Silma the youngest of the group offered to climb a tree and see if there was any landmark. Chelsea overrode that suggestion on the grounds of health and safety...really she did it because it was logical and she was angry that she had not thought of it. She insisted they all stay together. Thus, they spent a good two hours of sweaty cycling up and down various tracks until they found the right one.

For most of this time Paula and two other gang members hand been waiting further up the logical path awaiting the pigs. While, there were only three of them, they all knew that in combat they were superior both physically and psychologically to the cops.

The main worry was to ensure that none escaped and as they had bikes, Paula had arranged a large cargo net up in the trees, so it would fall to block the escape route. Just in front of where the girls were hidden, a rope was stretched across the track for the cops to ride into.

Time passed and time passed...One of the girls put her cosh down and massaged her hand. “Their late...I hope nothings happened to them!” she giggled as did they all when they realised what she had just said.

Then they heard them, the crunch of the tyres on the path, the soft grunts from the WPC’s as they pedalled up the steep hill. Up they came gaining some speed and rather strung out. Melba in the lead, followed by Chelsea and Silma... Emily with Irene brought up the rear

“And what pretty little rears you all have” Purred Paula then she yelled “Its Pigs get the slappers!” and yanked the rope.

The rope caught Melba just under her titties and while the bike flew one way she flew back the other a look of horror and pain on her face. She slammed into Chelsea and both went sprawling on the soft green grass. In an instant one of the gang was on them her cosh slammed down twice on the blonde top knot of Melba rendering her temporarily senseless...but being a stupid pig anyway that did not take a lot. The girl jumped over the blonde’s fallen form on the forest floor and grabbed Chelsea's long brown hair that had come loose from it black scrunchie.

Dazed and in shock the sergeant sat mouth and eyes wide open. She tried to raise one arm to ward off the blows, but the girl brushed it aside and landed a glancing blow “Thwack” “Ooocccchhh that hurt...” “Its meant to piggy...now sit still and take your medicine” To the surprise of the gang member Chelsea did just that. The girl grinned and raised the cosh high....”This is not FAIR the sobbing WPC balled...we are no where near Grabber Park Estate....” Thwack oooooohhhhh nnnnoooooo

With a triumphal smile the girl swung the cosh again “Your mistaken piggy....These woods have been within the boundaries of Grabber Park since they were given in 1066 to Sir Fitz Grabber who came over with William the Conqueror...Its just that the shits of town planners in the 1960’s decided not to concrete it over...now stay nice and still head up... why thank you slut...pleasant dreams” Thwack...thwack...thwack. She let the hair go an Ms Fondling flopped forward finished.

Emily with Irene had turned and peddled away as fast as their well formed legs would go...that is until the second gang member pulled the rope and down came the net.

She strolled over to the swearing, squirming, struggling heap that was two desperate WPC’s caught with their bikes. The only effect of the girls struggles was to tighten the net around them.

The girl got to Irene first, the cop was defiant “Don’t you dare come near me you tart” she snarled “I’ll see you in prison for the rest....ooopppphhhmmmmm” she got a blow shut her up. Kneeling beside her the girl delivered three hard whacks with her cosh to the blondes head and she slid into sleep mode.

Emily lay sobbing... “No...NO...please...mercy...NO MERCY” as the cosh was raised. “That’s right dear...the gangster laughed “that’s just what you’re getting...NO MERCY... come here bitch” the sound of the cosh being vigorously applied was initially interspersed with pleading and sobbing, but the sound of the cosh/head interface continued but the cops voice did not. Satisfied that Emily would awake with the worse headache she’d ever have the gang member stood up.

That left Simla. She had dismounted and stood visibly trembling hands held high. Paula walked over to her and looked the dark skinned beauty in the eye’s

“Now listen...and listen good...if you and your stupid friends want to see another day, you have only one option...understand”

Simla’s lips moved but no sound came out, but she nodded her head.

“You all do everything and I mean everything you’re told...I won’t even expect instant compliance, just as long as it’s done. Also you will answer all our questions and answer then truthfully...alright”

Silma nodded a tear rolled down her cheek

“Crying...well I give you something to cry about” Paula fist smashed into the WPC’s stomach and she doubled up

“Now help us carry your mates of the path and deeper into the wood...no tricks or else”.

A while later when all the cops regained consciousness, Paula got them to line up and face a video camera “We like making video’s of these little events...little keepsakes for those involved or the last images that their nearest and dearest will ever see of them if they cause trouble.”

The three enjoyed the horrified looks on the cops faces.

“Now the lot of you...one at a time strip...all the way down to your knickers. You two” she pointed at Silma and Chelsea “you go first...but you get to keep your bras’ for now anyway”

The cameras rolled and slowly, after a lot of awkward fumbling with buttons, fasteners and zip, their tunics, trousers, blouses, ties and tights were piled on the forest. The two-stood hand raised looking totally forlorn. Silma in a lightweight white bra and pale pink panties. The cool air made her nipples stand erect. Chelsea wore a matching red lace bra and thong.

“Very nice...you both missed your vocation...You will put most whores to shame with figures like that”

“I’m...I’m not a wh...ore” Stammer Silma “I’m a virgin”

“Well that’s very nice my dear” purred Paula “Hope you were planning on loosing your cherry very shortly...none of this keep it for the wedding night nonsense...Yeah girls” A three laughed.

“Right your turn now, bimbos, uniforms off”

The cops faces looked as if they had been sucking lemons. Their hands trembled as they unfastened their stab vests and threw them down.

They removed the belts from their trim wastes. The gang girls laughed as first Melba's, then Emily's trousers fell down around the WPC's stocking clad ankles simply by the force of gravity. Irene had to wriggle hers down, blushing at the ribald comments from the gang. Three blouses fluttered down to join the growing pile of uniforms on the forest floor.

As the cops bent down to unlace their boots they got more insults about their cleavages and the relative swings of each pair of boobies. Finally the hand to hop from one leg to the other to pull of their trousers and tights.

Soon three more piles of uniforms, and bra’s this time decorated the woodland floor.

Taking some rope, the gang tied the cops wrists and elbows firmly and very uncomfortably behind them.

“Form an orderly queue piggy’s its ass smacking time” One of the gang ordered... “Not you M’lady” one of the gang said with mock courtesy to Silma “...seeing what’s going to be coming your way and cos’ you surrendered all nicely like Paula is letting you off this one”

“You Copper come and bend over this fallen tree my little honey lamb” The girl beckoned Chelsea

“Twenty of the best should see your pert ass as red as your bra”

The thin branch swung, again and again...for the first ten the sergeant bit her lip...but after that she howled like a big baby and got and extra five for her pains’

One by one over the tree they went. One or two held back their cries, others broke down sobbing and calling for their mummy’s and daddy’s or even more improbable mercy. As one girls arm tired the next took her place. Finally it was done and the gang girls could gaze on some well-tenderised pork rumps.

“Over here and on your knees” Snapped Paula “Spanking you lot has made us tired you naughty, naughty girls...time for the first part of your forfeit for trespassing on our domain”

"Your domain how dare you say that" Chelsea with a defiant toss of her pretty head retorted

"Cause...Honey Bunny" Paula smiled her sickly Pam-Am false smile "Around her no one cares for the people but us...Not the government...Not the County and certainly not the City...if we did not take what should be given to us by right...we would have little medical services...no adult education...Do you know Miss high and Might Woman Police Sergeant Fondling what the rate of adult literacy is here in Grabber Park...No?...Well I'll tell you....only 25% can read and write...So we talk what we need and we take care of our own and now...we are going to take care of you"

"Wait...please!" Emily interjected "You treat the Police as your enemy...but we are here to help...Help all the people!...we do go works with the poor as well as arrest the criminals you know"

"If you were anxious to arrest crooks...visit the next City Council meeting" One of the girl gang replied "You'll find plenty there...Like Mr. Steve MacTavish the new Chief Executive...bloody new theft executive if you ask me..."

"Shut up" Paula cut in "Glad you ladies think that helping the underprivileged is important, because I have just come up with the right forfeit for you all...On your knees hands behind your heads..."

Paula drew her pistol and with a wicked grim at the horrified faces of the beautiful captives she handed the gun to a gang member. "Here if the move or speak...shoot one of them" She then beckoned the other girl gang member to follow her.

The cops had to wait nervously...In the distance they heard to gang girl laugh uproariously...The cops swallowed hard...They did not know what was coming but they guessed they would not enjoy it...

Two hours later and Paula and the other girl returned. The girl was carrying a metal street sign...the kind the City loved to spend ratepayers money on...It was propped up facing a tree...

"Well ladies...Your in for a real treat" Paula purred "I have found some very deserving cases for you to help out...and you know what in return they will tell you a little about a very rare species of bird that is found only in these woods...and also...You lucky ladies!...they'll also want...and for no charge...to give four of you a little personal souvenir of your time in these beautiful woods of ours"

"But...but we cannot see anyone like...like...this...I mean naked!" Irene gulped

"Oh don't worry they are not prudish" Paula laughed "Now girls close your eyes and remain silent"

Thus it was the smell the cops noticed first, there was also the noise of the metal sign being turned around...

"Ok girls" came Paula's voice "Time for you to get some first hand personal tuition...Open your eyes and be prepared to be amazed"

There was gasps and shrieks of "OMG...No!" from the cops for in front of each stood an old tramp

"You see girls these poor men spend all their time up here...without any company...particularly any feminine company. So while they impart their knowledge you will at the same time be able to offer them the warm loving words of oral comfort that they have missed for so...so....so long. And just how long that has been, I am sure you will find out" Paula grinned at the goggle eyed WPC's

"And by the way girls...we run a nice clean woods here...Just to make that plan I "liberated" a sign from one of the city's parks and had it altered slightly please look at it closely and obey please...if you know what's good for you" She steeped aside

The girls read the notice and tears of humiliation and despair rolled down their handsome faces as they looked on the black and white metal notice. It had read "Grafton Park...Keep it Clean...All Gum to be Swallowed...By Order of the City Chief Executive S.MacTavish” The word Grafton had be over painted in White and then in Black the words Grabber had been substituted, the word Estate had been inserted after Park, while the words City and Executive had been deleted and the word Wanker added...But what really freaked the cops out was the slight alteration in white to the letter G in gum.

Paula checked all the video cameras were running then turned to the tramps “Ok boys you may proceed...What little delights do you wish to tell these very pretty young ladies about today...Oh yes...it was that shy bird...“The Purple Headed Throat Hammer” was it not.....

For ten minutes Silma, listened to her tramp talking about what he called the “Little Bird”. It was not the first time Silma had seen the type...Her boyfriend had introduced her to a similar, if very...very much smaller, creature on their third date. However, the specimen she now saw close up was altogether a more vigorous and demanding. The tramp had told her it hunted nightly and in the daytime as well and could peck away for hours in the right situations. She wanted to ask him, if this was one of those situations. But being a well brought up young lady she knew it was rude to talk with your mouthful.

Towards the end of the lecture, Silma’s neck muscles ached from her constant need to move her head to tramps instructions so that they both could get the full benefit from this encounter with the “little bird” Eventually, much to the relief of her muscles, the tramp finished his lecture with a large sigh of satisfaction at a job well done.

Silma, was hot and sweaty, but the man told her he hand a form of protein that he thought would help....Silma was not to sure about that, neither were her taste buds...and there was copious amounts of it. She had to swallow quickly and hard to get it all down as she did not wish to violate the message on that notice.

Paula handed her a towel and knelt by her as the watched the others finish their lectures.

The tramps smiled and waved good bye

“Now was that not nice girls...you gain some knowledge I‘ll bet and really help those poor men out...you should feel very happy” Paula laughed then she ordered “You four hands up and follow the tramps...Don’t think of trying to run off...Silma your to get into some bra and tights...After they have been liberally dusted with itching powder...you’ll then be panty gagged and your hand tied...you can then march off back to your base”

“But...but...what’s going to happen to us” Blubber Chelsea

“As I said you are to follow the tramps...They are going to show you a nice little nesting sight of the “Throat Hammers” close relative the “Purple Headed Beaver Hawk” . They are nesting "In the Long Grass Behind Chapel" after that, you will be doing the same a your virginal friend here and enduring the same very long...very uncomfortable and very humiliating walk of shame”

“Never!” Melba yelled “Run for it girls...”

Paula grabbed Silma in a vice-like grip the other four cops ran to the cycles propped up in some bushes, all four were glancing back at the girl gang, who for some reason did not pursue them. The cops leaped on to the bikes and... fell over yelling...For some rather nasty person had stolen the saddles...ten minutes later, after they had extracted the bikes frame from their anatomy the defeated cops hands raised marched off to where the tramps were waiting...If you can march bow legged that is.

Paula watched them go as one gang member finished off ramming a tights and panties combo into Silma’s mouth and sealed it with tape

“Your friends will be very disappointed I fear” Paula purred “For the personal souvenir they all get before they can leave, will one that they cannot really appreciate just yet...well not for about nine months anyway!...Off you go piggy!" Paula slapped Silma's pert rump so hard a small cloud of itching powder rouse up from her tights and whimpering and wriggling the dejected and humiliated WPC started her long way home.