The Police Station Raid - pt 1 ("Grabber Park Estate" saga )

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Fed up of the new WPC patrols the Grabber Park Estate girls decided to visit the local police station at the end of the shift for a quiet word with the officers out of uniform - in fact out of everything including, by the time the girl gang finished, almost their minds.

On a hot dusty day, an attractive woman stood on the corner of a deserted back street by a noisy cloth mill bordering edge of the Grabber Park Estate. She was a pretty brunette, athletic in build and wearing black slip on flat shoes; red hosiery; a short grey skirt and a grey stretch sleeve less top. The white lacy straps of a bra could be seen on her tanned shoulders. However, large sunglass masking her eyes and the peak of her baseball cap pulled down it would be difficult to describe her face, except to say that she had high cheekbones and wide generous mouth with full lips and that she wore no make up.

The women checked her Timex watch and looked over her shoulder, up the alley. Two dirty and battered, dark blue LDV Maxus vans stood, with their diesel engines idling. From the first van a black girl got out, she was similarly attired to the first woman and just as lean and mean in build. However, as she alighted from the cab, her skirt hitched up revealing the lace tops of her stockings, white suspender belt and thick cotton panties.

The first woman grinned for even at a distance she could clearly see the crotch of the girls panties were damp. In fact, she knew hers were rather moist as well; she always was turned on by this part of any mission.

The side door of the van opened and a further two girls got out. These were dressed in the same way as the other two, except they wore black hosiery and time they were pushing a pram with what looked like a baby in it. They turned and blew a kiss to the woman at the driving wheel of the vehicle, who waved back.

The black girl winked at her "The boys are getting restless Paula," she whispered as she passed by and took up a position on the other corner.

"Typical males Emily" Paula whispered in reply "Gallons of testosterone and cocks trying to break out of their jeans"

However, they would not have to wait long. For round the corner, came a smart highly polished red Ford transit van with the company name "Wicked Clean" in gold on the sides and front.

Wicked clean was a small women only company that specialised in contract cleaning. Their girls wore "naught but nice" uniforms that showed off their figures and some rather sexy underwear. They just won an annual contract with the local watch committee to clean all the police stations in Manson City.

The Ford was not travelling fast just about 20 mph. The driver was holding a mobile to her ear and laughing. The woman sitting next to her was busy texting and the two in the back were looking out the windows with bored expressions on their faces.

Paula would put them all in the mid-thirties age bracket and they must have been real lookers once before motherhood had dulled their features and drooped their titties. Now they probably only were fucked when their husbands were drunk and the kids in bed. She rather felt a little sorry for them...but then you can’t make omelettes with out cracking eggs.

It happed quite quickly. The two girls with pram started to cross the road. The van drives face took on a mask of horror...she dropped the phone slammed on the breaks and skidded across the road mounted the pavement close by Paula and stopped. The first blue van roared out of the alley and pulled across the road directly behind the Ford. Therefore, not only blocking it in, but also restricting the view of any possible witnesses.

The driver of the Ford had jumped out and ran to where the pram lay on its side. Paula grinned as she ran to the rear of the Transit...It was going like clockwork. There was a scream as thee driver saw that the "baby" was a large doll and that the "mother" and her friend were pointing small handguns at her...small but with big silencers. The mother slapped the driver around the face and told her to shut the fuck up.

Meanwhile the black girl had wrenched open the passengers door and yanked the goggle eye woman out and threw her down on the pavement she lay groaning. The hem of the short red tartan overall rode up over the bottom of the cleaner as she lay face down, revealing a chubby bottom cellulite thighs, black lace panties and black seamed stockings.

Paula threw open the door and pointed her pistol at the two, now far from bored...more horrified looking women.

"Get out and put your hands on your heads...try anything or scream and I'll shoot the lot of you...move your slag's"

Soon Paula and the girls were surveying their scared and very docile captives.

"Right the lot of you...strip!" The black girl ordered the open-mouthed women.

"What...what are you going to do with us?" sobbed the driver as she hurriedly undid the poppers of her low cut overall.

"We are taking your place" Paula purred "You'll be taken to Grabber Park Estate and shown the "Long Grass Behind Chapel" Please do not even think of escape...don't worry girls...Who knows you might even get to like it...well you will...if you know what's good for you..."




Too distraught to argue the driver slowly slid the short overall off her shoulders to reveal

Her breast cuddled in a lace bra that must have sent the pulses of many WPC a racing. The "Mother" took the uniform from the shivering woman and smiled as she said "And the rest you old whore"

Fighting back the tears, the woman put her hands behind her back and unfastened the bra. She eased the straps off her shoulders. She paused biting her lower lip her hands holding the cups to her titties gazing at the women. Then with a resigned sigh she hand the bra over to.

She blushed at the cat calls from the girls and but also noticed that there were one or two complements as well...more in fact than she'd got from her husband or all her lovers at least recently.

Her droopy tits swayed as she bent and unfastened the catches of her suspenders and roll first the left then the right stocking down and removed them and her shoes. Now all that was left was her knickers.

To a soft chorus of "Get'em off get'em off get'em off" from the girls she slid her thumbs into the waistband of lace panties and shimmied them down, proving that she was indeed a natural blonde.

As soon as she was naked, a woman from the other van stepped forward. She clamped a hand over her mouth and nose stifling her cry of shock his other arm curled around her so that her breasts rested on her forearm and she was restraining her upper arm. She stood struggling gently feeling the woman's shapely leg rubbing her outer right thigh.

Paula turned to the cleaner who had recently been chewing the pavement. She was pleased to see that the black girl had wiped her face and had applied some anti-septic to the grazes.

"Come on Honey bunny...unless you want to get intimate with the roadway again"

The sour face woman shrugged and ripped open her poppers and threw the overall at one of the girls.

"Take it you bitch but if you want my undies you'll have to fight me for them and I warn you I do martial arts and I'm a fifth OOOpppphhhmmmm" she doubled up as the girls fist connected with her midriff just below the waistband of her lace knickers.

"And let me warn you I don't give a fuck" the young girl snarled "If you talk to me you talk respect you old scrubber...now get them off...anyone would think you did not want to visit our nice Estate!"

The crest fallen cleaner stood for a moment rubbing her gut. Then realising resistance was useless she freed two meaty breasts from her double D plan cup bra. One of the girls could not resist grabbing one and giving it a hard squeeze.

"Stop that" Paula commanded "Let the bitch strip in peace...you'll have a good couple of days to put her through her paces...but right now we need her to concentrate on getting out of her underwear...after all we would not want the "lady" to be embarrassed by being seen now would we?"

The girls laughed. The cleaner blubbered as she bent forward, gripped the sides of her lace knickers and worked then down to her ankles to revel a generous but shaved vulva. She then rolled her stockings down, pausing only to wipe some tears from her cheeks. Final she staggered from one foot to the other as she removed the stockings and knickers from around her ankles and meekly handed the warm undies over.

With a big beaming smile, another woman stepped forward and hand gagged the resigned cleaner. With free hand she squeezed her left breast and pulled the goggled eye woman to her whispering in the poor woman's ear "Come her darling and let I lov' ye!"

All she could do was gurgle and try to shake her head.

Paula chucked as both the remaining cleaners stepped forward, without being told...which showed they understood that they accepted their fate and compliance was their only hope...they, in their hurry bumped into one another and collapsed on the pavement.

"You first...you old bag" on of the girls smiled gently kicked the cleaner

The woman got to her feet shaking her brown hair and swiftly undid her uniform. She blushed at the rude comments made as she slid the garment off to show a full cup black bra with lace trim, a black lace suspender belt that held black lace top stockings on rather shapely thighs a little red lace thong and black ankle boots completed the cleaner’s apparel.

She bent over to start unfastening her stockings and yelped as a figure goosed her.

Wiping away a tear she continued, one by one the clips were undone.

“Hold it,” commanded Paula “Have a look girls...this bitch has invested in a really good quality suspender belt..." "See!" she said tweaking the last clip still clasping a stocking on her right leg
"A good metal clip you don't see many like that around...just your usual plastic tat...and the lace is handmade I would think...You’ll enjoy wearing that Emily...”

“Where did you get it Honey Bunny?” the black girl enquired as she admired that piece of underwear

"My...my...Husband got it for me...he...he brought it back from a trip to Ham...Ham...Hamburg" Stammered the embarrassed woman

"Bet he fucking nicked it off some Prossie. he had" Laughed one of the girls

"He's...not...not...not...” Sob...blubber... “like...not like that” whimper the cleaner whined and stamped her little feet.

"Oh no?" one of the girls interjected "When was the last time he humped you? Now shut up crying and get stripped..."

"Please...please...not that...I got three kids...please" She stood, her chest heaving in the unwired bra.

"Strip" Paula commanded "Otherwise the next time your kids see you...It will be on their computers bound and gagged...now off with that bra you stupid slut"

“I am sorry...I’m sorry” whimpered the woman “I’ll cooperate just don’t let my kids know...”

“That’s a better attitude” Purred Paula “get on with it woman”

A look of puzzlement crossed the woman’s face “Excuse me Miss...I don’t want to cross you but...should I not finish removing my stockings?”

“Your right” Paula nodded “And your booties too...but first get your thruppeny bits out”

The cleaner bit back tears of despair as she eased her floppy titties out of their lacy adorned cosseting cups. With breast swaying she bent down and unclipped her black stockings from her much admired suspender belt. The diaphanous stockings fell around her ankles boots; with a gulp, she then rolled down her red thong to join them. Her bra fluttered to the floor, as did her suspender belt.

A young woman stepped forward and hand gagged the sobbing humiliated cleaner, and supported her as she staggered as she unzipped her boots and worked them, then stockings and thong off.

Paula turned to the final cleaner


The brown-eyed young woman had already unfastened her uniform and removed her black silk slip. Her ample puppies were barely contained in a scalloped black lace bra; her high cut knickers had a matching lace waste panel and her shapely young legs were enticingly clad in black lace top thigh highs. She kicked off her shoes, and at the same time unclasped and dropped her bra. Trying to ignoring the comments from the girl gang about surgical enhancement, the blushing cleaner rolled down and hopped out of her stockings and her titties bounced up and down. She finally stepped out of her knickers and stood hands raised high in surrender.

As Paula and three other gang girls stripped and started to don the warm underwear and uniforms, the four cleaners got handed a large paper bag each. In side, each one contained a bright orange basque, a pair of matching fishnet stockings and a ball gag. Some gang members “helped” the captives into these very conspicuous garments and then fastened the ball gags really tight. The paper bags the dropped over the women’s heads.

The four stood on the cold pavement muffled...Mmmmmmppphhhs...Ggggguuuppphhhmmmms and gurgles coming from under the bags.
Once dressed Paula turned to them. “sorry about this ladies...nothing personal...but we need a good disguise...and I am sorry you have seen our faces but that could not be helped...I will consider your fate once we have completed our little raid...Although I cannot be certain...I am sorry to say it looks like you’ve cleaned your last office...But until things work out for sure...you will be nicely comforted...and occasionally taken for walks...In the long grass behind chapel...if you know what I mean...”

From the squeaks and squawks coming from the gagged cleaners, Paula guessed they understood.

She nodded and the gang girls shepherded the butt naked women to the back of the other van.

Paula watched as the girls moved the blocking van and the three “Cleaners” boarded the Ford. She then walked to the back of the other van. She smiled at the sight of real cleaners on their back and four pairs of orange legs were bicycling the air. The volume of grunts, muted groans, gasps and sighs rose and fell rhythmically but would be well masked by the vans engine once moving.

Happy that the lads were now fully comforting the captives and it was therefore very unlikely the women would have the energy to cause any trouble as they were shipped out she signed to the van driver.

Paula stopped the Ford just behind the LDV van at the next set of lights. Although both vehicles were at rest, the LDV seemed to be swaying and moving up and down on it suspension.

“Looks like those ladies are being well comforted” the black girl grinned at Paula

“Yes Honey” Paula giggled “Right Royally Comforted”

The lights changed the LDV vans turned off towards the Grabber Park Estate while the Ford turned into Letsby Avenue and headed towards the police station situated there in.



This is the end of part one...The writer hopes you have enjoyed the tale so far...The writer would like to point out that he in no way agrees with violence...especially towards women. Also the writer would really like to hear from any reader who wishes to make constructive commentsKind regards Dave

PS Dave also wishes to thank maddog for the basic story idea