Military Secrets

[Torreken]

Hi everyone! I wrote most of this story during the lockdown, but I could not manage to finish it until now. Very similar in style, settings, etc. than my previous attempt. I hope you like it.
Coveted Military Secrets
Chapter 1. July 12, 2022 (12.31 am)
‘You have to be kidding me!’ Ursula thought when she saw the police car’s light in her rear mirror. She quickly regained her cool as she slowed down the blue Ford she was driving to a halt. ‘Everything has gone smoothly so far and the mission is almost over; I just need to act naturally and this should not be a problem’, she told herself. However, only the first part of the sentence was true; her mission was far from being complete.
The raid at St Sebastian’s Police Station had risen Ursula’s already high profile in the underworld despite the fact that the authorities had been able to keep it more or less under the blankets (local press talked about a mysterious burglary of old worthless paper, without delving into the particulars of the raid, and there were all kind of rumours, and some salacious pictures, circulating on the Internet and the country’s police stations). In the past years, she had travelled around the country completing different kinds of assignments, which almost always included impersonating lawyers, nurses, security guards, and, of course, policewomen, but her previous missions had been much more discreet of a significantly smaller scale. Therefore, she had been in high demand for the past few months, although she had declined every mission because either it was suicidal or would put her on the spotlight. Until now.
This time, a big military corporation has hired her services to obtain secret documents regarding a new weapon. Her liaison calmed her misgivings: instead of treason, this was more like corporate espionage. The plan was straightforward. She and her new partner had to impersonate two military officers who were going to have a secret meeting with a private contractor. The contractor expected to collect two flash-memories with the results of some new weapon’s first tests. Once he received those files, he would hand them another USB drive with data to conduct further tests. The contractor had only met these officers once, so it should not be hard to fool him. After obtaining the files, they just had to keep the two women out of circulation for a day or two so Ursula’s employer could use the data for his own project before the military officers alerted the rival company. This last part should not be problematic: the officers had asked for a few days of vacation and, moreover, they could not confess that they were in cahoots with a private contractor, so they would never report any ‘incident’ they might suffer to the US Army.
Her partner was a pretty, short blonde with glasses named Sally Perkins. She knew martial arts and, more importantly, she was a computer geek. Once they had captured the officers, she quickly cracked the memories’ password and exchanged the files with fake data. Right now, she had all the information from both the military women and the private contractor stored in her phone. She was following her in a black BMW, but she had instructions to return to their base, where Zoe and Susan waited for them, on her own if Ursula’s car was stopped. Similarly, her fifth team-mate, Belinda, who was driving behind the two fake military officers, had been ordered to go straightforward to the base if something happened. ‘Hopefully they will continue unhindered and I can join them soon’, Ursula thought. The spy checked that her red-hair wig was impeccable and had a last look at her doctored ID. ‘This is going to be easy’, she thought when she saw a policewoman approaching. She was wrong.
A young and pretty policewoman walked to the car. Jane Light was a petite brunette with short wavy hair and green eyes. She was taken aback when she saw an attractive redhead military officer dressed in a smart dark green blazer, a light green shirt, an olive-coloured tie and dark green skirt; however, she tried to be professional despite the status of the offender. ‘Excuse me, Captain Harris, but you have one of your rear lightbulbs broken. Let me show you’, the cop said after having a look at the fake ID. Ursula stepped out of the car smiling and walked to the back of the Ford. She tried to get a ticket and be done with it, but the policewoman did not rush, taking her sweet time to fill in the paperwork.
Therefore, the other cop left the police cruiser and joined the conversation. Sergeant Melinda Carlsen was a good-looking, athletic blonde in her thirties. She wore her hair in a bun and her demeanour clearly showed that she was tougher and more experienced than her younger colleague. Before the policewoman had time to ask what was going on, a loud thump originating from Ursula’s trunk made the fake military officer to freeze. Sgt Carlsen drew her gun instantly and told the fake redhead to slowly open the trunk. After some seconds of puzzlement, Jane took her gun out of the holster as well. Ursula knew that she could not bullshit the veteran cop, so she complied, waiting for a chance to reverse the situation. The brunette cop opened her mouth in astonishment when she saw the content of the trunk. Her partner was surprised as well, although she kept pointing her gun at Ursula. There were two women in the trunk, both had their hands, calves and ankles zip-tied, their mouths covered with red ball-gags and their eyes blindfolded with black cloths. They were also scantily-clad. The real Capt. Veronika Harris, a stunning redhead, was wearing lacy black bra, although her round pale breasts were out the cups, matching panties, and caramel-coloured stockings held by black garters. Her colleague, Lt. Deborah Stalwart, was a short and pretty blonde. She was only wearing a purple bra and matching panties underneath black pantyhose. Her perky boobs were also visible to everyone. After the initial shock, Sgt Carlsen sternly addressed Ursula: ‘How can you explain this, Captain?’. The secret agent sighed and cursed her bad luck.

[Torreken]

Chapter 2. July 11, 2022 (10.17 pm)
Third time was the charm. After two attempts, both policewomen of the third patrol stepped out of their cruiser and walked to the deserted warehouse. Ursula and her team had called the police alerting of the strange noises coming from the building until, finally, these two cops’ sense of duty impelled them to do more than a perfunctory inspection of the site, like her colleagues had previously done. Unfortunately for them, their professionalism was going to cost them dearly that night. Gloria Marquez was a busty, short and pretty Latina with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her partner, Natalie Reed, was a slim redhead with pale skin and freckles. Both were local cops in Green Valley, a medium-size city whose main feature was the military base located in its outskirts. They wore a comfortable summer uniform, consisting of navy-blue pants, white shirt, black cravat, navy-blue cap and black shoes. They entered the warehouse with their torches and guns ready, but they could not expect a ruse of this kind. A big fishnet fell from the ceiling, trapping both officers, who were promptly subdued by five women.
This time, Ursula had decided to rely on a big team from the beginning. She has persuaded her employer to enlist Zoe Valdés and Susan Dykinson, the Latina and strawberry blonde criminals who helped her in the raid of St Sebastian’s Police Station, to be part of this mission. Susan had brought in her younger cousin, Belinda Dykinson, as well. Belinda was a pretty 19-years-old strawberry blonde who had dyed her hair with pink and blue stripes and possessed a long list of offences and priors. Susan had thought that if her cousin was going to follow a criminal career, it was better that she learned how to do it properly, instead of getting busted for petty thefts and minor drug-dealing.
The group of attackers was evidently no match for the hapless policewomen. Both women were forced to undress and to hand their uniforms at gunpoint. Natalie and Gloria looked at each other in terror when they figured out that this was more serious than a prank on cops. Like almost every police officer in the country, they had heard rumours about a band of criminals assaulting a police precinct after impersonating policewomen, but they could hardly believe them and, moreover, they had never imagined something like that could happen to them. Her worst fears were confirmed when they saw that Susan was filming with her phone how they removed their clothes and then she started taking pictures of the scantily clad cops. The blonde thug boasted loudly that this time she wanted to document everything so the police could not hide their achievements. The memory of seeing a picture of two women tied in a 69 position in what looked a police station, which some of their male partners had widely circulated in their precinct, was very present in the mind of the two unfortunate policewomen: it was hard to dismiss it as fake now. After being deftly bound and gagged, Natalie and Gloria were thrown inside their cruiser’s trunk in just their underwear.
After that, the impersonators set a fake control nearby the military base and waited for their targets to arrive. Lt. Stalwart and Capt. Harris left the base separately in different cars, each of them carrying one of the precious memory sticks. They were in different units and, although they knew each other, they thought that it was better to pretend they did not. Both military officers were forced to stop, one by one, by a fake police control in a discreet location where the unsuspicious women were assaulted by the rest of the team. Veronika Harris put a bit of a fight when they asked her to take off her uniform -in hindsight, Ursula thought that the rear lightbulb was probably broken as a result of the struggle- but to no avail. The military officers were replaced by Ursula and Sally, who both had a passing resemblance with them, and were forced inside the redhead’s car zip-tied, blindfolded and gagged; a moment documented for posterity with Susan’s phone.
Zoe and Susan returned to their base, a car-shop in the industrial park of Green Valley, with the real policewomen in the stolen cruiser’s trunk, while the fake military officers drove separately to their meeting. They changed the cars’ plates of their captives with fake ones as an additional precaution. Additionally, Belinda drove behind them with her phone ready to alert her cousin and Zoe if something went amiss during the meeting with the contractor. The last precaution resulted unnecessary: the contractor thought he was meeting the real Capt. Harris and Lt. Stalwart, so the three women were soon ready to return to the base with their captives and precious files. Ursula had decided to go first with the captives, assuming the riskiest position, and instructed Sally and Belinda to drive directly to the base no matter what happened to her.
The two real military officers were now sitting on the trunk of the Captain’s Ford. Jane had removed the captives’ ball-gags and blindfolds and was trying to cut the zip-ties while the prisoners told Sgt. Carlsen their abduction, feigning surprise and without mentioning the real reason of their journey. As a result, the blonde cop ordered her younger colleague to go immediately to the car’s radio and alert their precinct of the likely ransom of two policewomen. The brunette never reached the radio: Sally had decided that she should rescue her partner instead of following her orders.
Chapter 3. July 12, 2022 (12.43 am)
When Sally saw that the police had stopped Ursula’s car, she switched off her lights and got as close as possible to the police cruiser without alerting them. She left the black BMW and walked stealthily towards them, ready to intervene once she saw that her partner had been forced to open the trunk. Sally jumped the inexperienced Jane when she was about to radio their colleagues. However, Sgt. Carlsen heard the commotion and turned towards the assailant. The blonde cop had time to fire her gun twice before Ursula could kick her in the back. Chaos ensued.
Ursula could not remember precisely what has happened in those instants, but her instinct has reacted to the situation with the usual efficacy. After throwing Sgt. Carlsen to the ground, she kicked the cop again in the head, rendering her unconscious. In the meantime, Sally was still fighting with a surprisingly fierce Jane. In normal circumstances, the brunette would not have had any chance against the blonde agent, but one of the shots had hit Sally in her left shoulder, limiting her mobility, and the other grazed her neck, making her to bleed profusely. Despite being injured, the fake military officer could release herself from the cop’s desperate grab, although Jane tore part of her blazer into pieces, and knocked the cop out with a jab to the chin. Once Ursula realised that Sally did not need her help, she rushed to subdue the military officers, as they both were shouting for help.
It was late at night of a working day, but the gun noises and the screams could not remain unnoticed, so Ursula realised they had to get the fuck out of there immediately. The agent always worked well under pressure, and this time was no exception. She cowed the two military officers to the police cruiser’s trunk, where she locked them. Then, Ursula took the two unconscious cops, handcuffed them, and threw them in the back seats of the police car. By that time, Sally’s adrenaline had stopped kicking in, so the agent has to help her partner to get into the cruiser -there was no way she could drive a car by herself bleeding so profusely-, and did her best to stop the haemorrhage from both wounds. Ursula thought that it was better to scape in the police car and leave the other vehicles behind. The cops would find a pool of blood, some clothes’ fabrics and two suspicious cars, but it will take them a long time to start figuring out what has happened. An abandoned police cruiser would raise much more questions and the area would be swarmed with cops looking for their partners.
Ursula left the scene as she heard the sounds of sirens approaching. Sally was seating next to her, weak but conscious, when her partner told her with a raspy voice that they had to come back. Sally pointed to her torn blazer and told Ursula that the phone containing the files was missing. Ursula cursed their bad luck, but she could not stop feeling grateful towards her partner. She had disobeyed her orders, although she has saved her from a likely arrest. Ursula phoned Belinda, to check if she was ok and whether she had returned to the base or was still driving. When she received no answer, she realised that something bad had happened to her. ‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’, Ursula yelled while hitting the wheel in frustration. They were so close to finish the mission and, suddenly, everything had gone South. The secret agent quickly regained her composure and thought that the game was not over. ‘Let’s regroup, take a short breath, and think what we can do next’, she reasoned.

[Torreken]

Chapter 4. July 12, 2022 (12.58 am)
The rest of the team was oblivious of their partners’ dire situation. In fact, Zoe and Susan were having a great time. In front of them, Gloria and Natalie were forced to kiss each other. Both cops were on their knees, with their hands tied behind their backs. The Latina was wearing skimpy white panties and a white push-up bra who has been lowered to reveal her firm and big breasts. The redhead was wearing a racy red thong and matching bra. Zoe was circling Natalie’s exposed left nipple with her gun while Susan was shooting another of her ‘home movies’ while looking for toys to entertain their ‘guests’ in a black bag. The past hours had been a nightmare for the policewomen. They were happy to leave the trunk, but their bliss quickly evaporated when Zoe and Susan forced them at gunpoint to eat the criminals’ pussies while the blonde filmed it. The captors have climaxed several times before they decided to try new activities, so when the cops heard a loud bang on the metal gate, they hoped they would get a respite.
Zoe opened the door and immediately closed it again once Ursula drove the police cruiser into the shop. The fake cops’ amusement and curiosity turned into concern when Ursula started to shout orders at them. ‘Sally is wounded, so I am going to take care of her. There are four women in the car, secure them and try to contact Belinda. She is not answering her phone. By the way, the blonde cop is the bitch who shot Sally’, the blonde agent told them. Zoe and Susan sprung into action and followed Ursula’s orders like the professionals they were.
Ursula took Sally to a small room and laid her in a bed. She managed to stop the bleeding from the neck with some stitches and she also bandaged the shoulder. She was unable to remove the bullet, so she feared her partner could get an infection. The blonde geek felt asleep but seemed ok all things considered. Ursula pondered whether they should abort the mission and take Sally to a doctor, but she hoped her partner could hold on for a few hours with painkillers and other drugs while they tried to recover the phone. Also, they could not leave without Belinda.
The blonde agent was ruminating what to do when she saw the great job her partners had done to secure their six captives. Even in a distressful situation like this, Susan was able to produce masterful ways of restraining prisoners. The two military officers were tied back to back in their underwear, with their hands resting on each other’s lap. Her ankles and calves were also circled with rope and her mouths silenced with ball-gags. Next to them, Gloria and Natalie were also tied together and scantily clad, although the cops were looking at each other, with their hands tied at each other’s back. Natalie was sitting on Gloria’s legs and her ankles were tied behind the Latina’s back as well. To further secure them, Susan has used duct tape to tie both women waists’ together. The unfortunate officers’ nipples were also clamped with metal pegs in a chain, although that was just for fun. Jane was lying down next her colleagues. The brunette had lost her uniform and the only piece of clothing she was wearing were a pair of yellow semi-transparent panties. The young cop was hogtied and her mouth crammed with her yellow bra, which was secured to her mouth with tape. Not surprisingly, Sgt Carlsen had received a special treatment. The blonde cop was hanging from a high pole from her ankles. Her handcuffed hands were dangling above her head. The officer was completely naked, revealing a toned body and two firm breasts, except for the black panties and tape Susan has used to gag the cop’s mouth. The Sgt’s incensed face and their muffled shouts revealed that she was very unhappy with her situation; her wrath intensified when she saw Susan taking pictures of the six captives.
Despite their dire situation, Ursula could not prevent smiling when she saw Susan’s industriousness. The agent put on Sgt Carlsen’s uniform and told her associates that she was going to return to scene to see if she could retrieve the phone or, at least, obtain some intel. In less than 15 minutes, Ursula was able to return to the place where she had left the car. Thanks to her uniform, she could hover around the area discreetly and gain valuable information hidden in plain sight among the nearly twenty police officers who were around there. Although there was no body, two female detectives, Claire Lawson and Julia Sanchez, had been assigned to the case. They had canvassed the scene, collecting every item they found in the street and in the cars. Moreover, she found out that they had arrested a person of interest. Apparently, some suspicious woman was driving around the place when she was stopped by the police. The young woman had not fired a gun, but it was a strange coincidence that she was in the area at this time of the night. Moreover, the suspicious woman’s showed a fake driving licence (it could not be found in any database), so the police thought she might be an ex-con who had broken parole. In consequence, she had been arrested to clarify the issue before shipping her back to some backwater place’s prison. On the bright side, the four abducted cops had not been missed them yet.
Ursula phoned Zoe and put her up to speed. She had devised a risky plan, but she needed her partners’ help. The prospect of raiding another police station to free Belinda and retrieve the phone was music to the Latina’s ears. ‘Rusa, I love how crazy you are. We will meet you there’, Zoe answered.
Chapter 5. July 12, 2022 (02.11 am)
The Green Valley 4th precinct was a medium-size police station. It was also common that cops from other precincts showed up to conduct business, so it was easy for Ursula, Zoe and Susan to access the station and do some exploring without attracting attention. It was obvious that they needed to control the reception room, the place where cameras and communications were centralised. Zoe and Susan would take care of it while Ursula did a reconnaissance of the precinct -she promised Susan that she would document her adventures- and tried to get the phone from the evidence room.
After a long wait, the target was finally on the move. Zoe made a sign to Susan to indicate her that one of the four policewomen of the reception was leaving the room. The cop was Marcia Stevens, a tall and pretty blonde with curly hair who was wearing black heels, a navy-blue skirt, white shirt and black cravat. Susan followed her to the restroom and gave Zoe a thumbs up.
The Latina nodded and decided that they should expedite the process, so she walked to the reception room. Once there, knocked on the door and candidly asked if one of them could help her with some ‘lady issues’. Sgt Ruth Connors, who was in charge of the desk, was not happy about it, but allowed one of the cops to leave the room for a couple of minutes. Kimberly Welsh, a curvaceous and sweet raven-haired officer with pale skin and blue eyes smiled and volunteered to help Zoe, taking her purse with her. The fake cop grinned and took her unsuspecting ‘colleague’ to the same restrooms where her partner had gone. Kimberly could not believe what her eyes were seeing when she opened the door: her colleague Marcia laid unconscious on the floor while another policewoman was undressing her. She did not have time to react, as Zoe quickly circled the cop’s neck with her left arm while pointing a gun to Kimberly’s head. Zoe, laughing, asked Susan why was she undressing the cop if they did not need her uniform. The strawberry blonde, smiling, simply answered, ‘why not?’. Two down and two to go.
The two unfortunate cops were quickly restrained by Susan’s deft hands. They were both left bound and gagged in one of the restroom’s booth. Both cops were sitting on the floor, tied with a frontal hogtie, with their hands attached to their ankles with rope, gagged with strips of their torn shirts and blindfolded with their cravats. Marcia was wearing a sky-blue bra and matching panties underneath her white pantyhose. Kimberly was wearing a green and black bra and no panties under her black pantyhose. The fake cops were also pleasantly surprised when they found an egg-shaped vibrator in the raven-haired officer’s purse, which they immediately placed in the unfortunate cop’s vagina underneath her pantyhose. Finally, Susan recorded a short two-minutes video of their two captives and left the restroom door after blowing the two hapless policewomen a kiss.
A few minutes later, Zoe was back to her position, spying on the reception desk from a secluded corner of the hall. It was not long until she saw that a third cop was leaving the room, so she made a discreet signal to Susan again. Sgt Connors was a grumpy yet attractive cop in her early forties with blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She was getting angrier and constantly checking the time, waiting for her subordinates’ return. ‘What the heck are they doing? It has been ages since they went to the bathroom’, she thought. Tired of waiting, she sent Andrea Hahn to look for her colleagues. Andrea was an astonishing redhead with a long braid. She had wide and warm brown eyes and a terrific body: her round ass and magnificent tits made her one of the most desired cops in the station. She was wearing the same outfit as her partners and, like them, she was about to be greeted by Susan. The blonde thug had spotted the redhead beauty the moment they got in the station, so she reserved a special predicament for her. Andrea was tied up facing the toilet of the central booth. The cop’s hands were tied behind her back and a rope connected the officer’s neck - without choking her - with her ankles behind the toilet’s pipe, forcing her to bend her body forward, so the redhead was standing with her ass high up, offering an incredible view to anyone who might have opened the door. Needless to say, Andrea was scantily-clad. The policewoman’s mouth was gagged with strips of her shirt. Susan has also removed her prisoner’s black bra, revealing the redhead’ massive tits. The officer had obviously lost her skirt, although she was allowed to keep her black thong and black pantyhose for the moment.
Susan took dozens of pictures from every possible angle, but the blonde fake cop resisted the temptation to spend some time playing with her captive so she left the restrooms, not before putting on a sign who read ‘Out of Order’, which she had found in a nearby storage room, in the door to prevent surprises. She walked towards the reception where, if everything had gone as planned, Zoe would be waiting for her. She could see her partner was sitting in control of the room, but she was surprised to see the expression of bliss on the Latina’s face. The mystery was quickly solved once Susan entered the reception: under the desk, Sgt. Connors was being forced to service Zoe’s pussy. The defeated cop was on her knees, handcuffed behind her back, with her white shirt rolled down her arms and her white bra lowered to reveal a pair of juicy breasts. Below her waist, Ruth Connors was only wearing white panties, black garters and caramel-coloured stockings. Susan and Zoe looked at each other and smiled. It was going to be a fun night.

[Torreken]

Chapter 6. July 12, 2022 (02.58 am)
Ursula had wandered around the precinct until she got a good idea of the station. She had established that Belinda was in one of the cells and, once she got confirmation that Zoe and Susan controlled the reception room, decided to try her luck in the evidence room.
When she arrived, there was only one young policewoman staffing the room. Felicia Blake had long blonde hair and she was wearing glasses, white shirt, navy-blue skirt, black cravat and black short heels. She was a young, chippy officer who completely fell for Ursula’s lies. The fake Sergeant told her that she had miscopied the reference number of an item stored the day before, so she wanted to have a quick look at it -without taking it out, she promised-, so she could write down the correct number in the file before her Lieutenant noticed it and scolded her for that.
Ursula walked through the shelves which held the most recent items inventoried but she could not find the evidence retrieved at the shooting scene. After a few minutes, she decided to return to the desk and, nonchalantly, she asked Felicia if she had heard about the mysterious incident of that night, the blood and no bodies scene. Felicia smiled and said: ‘Yes, that seemed very odd. They brought several things, although Detectives Sanchez and Lawson just requested a few minutes ago to have everything ready for them, so I placed all the zipped bags in that trolley instead of filing them. They wanted to check they had not missed any item in their report. They should be coming here any minute’. Ursula hid her surprise as best as she could and quickly made up her mind. She got closer to the unsuspecting policewoman and grabbed her, pointing a gun to her head. She pushed the cop towards the trolley but she heard the unmistakable noise of the lift, so she damned her luck.
Forty-five seconds later, the two detectives, accompanied by a policewoman, walked into the evidence room. Claire Lawson was ambitious and driven. She was also an attractive blonde with enticing shapes in her early thirties. By contrast, Julia Sánchez was a petite 26-years-old Latina with long, black, curly hair and a pretty face. She was busty and curvy like her senior partner. Lastly, Sgt Christina Roy was a stunning cop in her late-twenties. She was 5’ 8’’, had long brown hair and two impressive tits. A shaky Felicia attended their request while exchanging scared glances towards Ursula. The secret agent was pointing a gun to her under the desk and had ordered her to act normally. The three cops, unaware of her colleague’s position, left the evidence room with the trolley without giving a second thought to Felicia’s pale face, considering that she was just nervous to deal with senior colleagues.
Ursula cursed, but quickly formulated an alternative plan. Before putting it into action, she needed to take care of the blonde cop. The hapless policewoman paid for the secret agent’s frustration: Felicia was taken inside the evidence room, where she was undressed and handcuffed to a shelf. The blonde officer had her shirt opened, revealing a turquoise bra, and her skirt removed, showing matching-colour panties under brown pantyhose. Finally, Ursula removed her own black panties and gagged her prisoner with them, using the victim’s cravat to secure them to her mouth. The secret agent avoided the temptation of playing a little bit with her captive, although she took a few pics for Susan’s collection, thereby leaving after she placed a sign which read ‘Be back soon’ in the evidence room’s door. She had a mission to complete.
Chapter 7. July 12, 2022 (02.37 am)
‘I think I am going to check on the restrooms to see if everything is OK’, Susan said. Zoe laughed. She knew why her partner was ‘concerned’ with their captives, so she looked at her, winking an eye, and said: ‘Ok, but do no stay very long with the redhead. Ursula may need us’. Then, she turned to Sgt Connors and spanked her in the butt: ‘I did not tell you to stop, bitch’, she said. Consequently, the now meek officer resumed eating Zoe’s pussy.
When Susan left the reception room, she did not notice the two pair of eyes who were staring at her. ‘See, Lieutenant? There is something weird going on there’, Melanie Lawrence said. Melanie was a slim, very attractive, nosy, blonde cop. Despite being only 21, she was determined to promote as soon as possible, so the pretty policewoman was always attentive for opportunities which made her look good in front of her superiors. She had been spying on Zoe and Susan for a while, because she was 99% sure that her friend Andrea was on reception duty that night. She did not know what was going on, but she found strange that there were only two cops with no sergeant at the reception desk and that, apparently, they were having so much fun. Thus, she had brought the matter to Lieutenant Amanda Brie. The Lieutenant was a comely, busty and short cop with short dark hair and blue eyes. She was in her late-twenties and a paragon of efficiency. She was very busy, but she could not let something this odd unattended, so she ordered Melanie to follow the cop who has just left the reception. She had to ask her to return to the reception and wait there for further instructions. In the meantime, the Lieutenant would go finish some urgent paperwork and find out who was in reception duty that night.
Melanie did as the Lieutenant ordered, and tailed an unsuspecting Susan. When the cop saw her going into the restrooms she hesitated. There was a sign who read ‘Out of Order’. ‘Why did she walk in despite the sign? What is she doing there? Should I tell anyone?’ The blonde officer wondered. In the end, she got cold feet, fearing that she could get in trouble. If there was nothing abnormal going on at the reception, the attending cops might complain about her to the precinct’s Commander, Matthew Rogers. Consequently, Melanie decided to wait a few minutes outside of the restrooms and be polite when confronting her colleague: there might be a reasonable explanation for all these mysteries. Unfortunately for the blonde cop, her instincts were right. She soon would regret her nosiness.
Meanwhile, Susan decided to enjoy her stay at the restrooms. First, she paid a quick visit to Marcia and Kimberly. The restrained cops thought for a second that help had arrived, but when they heard the voice of their captor their hopes vanished into the thin air. The fake cop checked the prisoners’ ropes and fondled the officers’ tits, who squirmed to prevent Susan’s advances to no avail. Finally, she decided to tease them by removing the vibrator from Kimberly’s pussy and placing it in Marcia’s. The tall blonde did not appreciate the gesture and started mewling through her gag.
After the foreplay, Susan decided to savour the main dish, so she walked towards the booth were Andrea was tied up. The strawberry blonde thug started fondling the redhead’s massive tits and spanking her round ass. Then, she lowered her black pantyhose, put aside the cop’s thong, and started fingering the hapless cop’s pussy while pulling the attractive cop’s braid with vigour. After a couple of minutes, she realised the cop’s hair, moved her left hand towards her own crotch, and started playing with her clit. She climaxed quite soon, so she decided to reward her prisoner by eating her pussy after taking a pic of her now completely subdued prisoner. Andrea could not resist for a long time and started to moan loudly before orgasming. In the next booth, Kimberly and Marcia looked at each other with a mixture of dread, surprise and a tinge of excitement.
Ten minutes later, a beaming Susan left the restrooms to run into Melanie. The fake cop was taken aback when she saw that someone was waiting for her, but maintained her cool. Melanie told her that Lt. Brie was looking for them and they should meet her at the reception desk. The blonde cop saw the name Reed in Susan’s badge and thought she knew a cop named like that, although it was a redhead with pale skin. She was also surprised to see her colleague wearing trousers instead of a navy-blue skirt like her, which was the most common outfit when doing clerical duties at the station. However, she did not dare to confront Susan without the Lieutenant’s backup, so she made passing-by comments on those issues without pressing on them. She even refrained from asking why did she go to those restrooms if they were out of order. Susan, on her part, dodged the cop’s insinuations with elusive answers while thinking how to take Melanie to a discreet place, so when she heard that they should go to the reception, she quickly complied, smiling.
Both women walked towards the reception room through a deserted corridor. Melanie was looking for the Lieutenant and getting increasingly nervous, but decided to keep ahead. She felt that something was not right, but she thought that Lt. Brie would get angry at her if she did not follow her instructions after asking for her attention in the first place. Finally, they arrived to the reception. After a second of hesitation, Melanie decided to follow Susan inside the room. When the door locked behind her, the blonde cop realised that she was in deep trouble.

[Torreken]

Chapter 8. July 12, 2022 (02.52 am)
Amanda Brie took more time than expected in finishing her paperwork. She had not forgotten about Melanie, but she thought there was possibly a sound explanation regarding the reception ‘mystery’, so real police work should take precedence. After 15 minutes, she was free to pursue her hunch. She was informed that Sgt. Connors was in charge of reception that night, so she decided to check where was she, because the Lieutenant had not seen her there. For a moment, she thought of sharing her misgivings with some of her superiors or passing the buck to another officer, but, in the end, she thought she should not bother anyone with something she could solve by herself. Her professional zeal would cost her dearly that night.
Amanda walked to the reception and saw through the windows that the same two cops were manning the reception, but no sight of the commanding officer or of Melanie. She knocked at the door and, when Zoe opened, she asked her where Sgt Connors was. The Latina feigned surprised and answered: ‘It is here of course, where else would she be?’ The Lieutenant’s pretty face turned red with anger and walked in the reception, fuming. ‘How you dare to mock a superior? Tell me now where the sergeant is’, Amanda demanded. The short-haired cop gasped when she got inside and saw Ruth Connors lying down on the reception’s floor. The sergeant was scantily clad and adeptly restrained: she was handcuffed, her ankles tied with rope, her mouth gagged with her panties, her eyes blindfolded with her black cravat and a zip-tie connected her neck with her thighs, forcing the cop to curl. Ruth was only wearing her garters and stockings and a dishevelled white bra.
Lt Brie reached for her holster, but Zoe had already drawn her gun and placed it at the cop’s head. ‘Do not make a move and put your hand where I can see them’, Zoe told her. ‘I do not know who are you and what do you want, but you are not going to get away with it’, the Lieutenant answered. ‘Another police officer is informed of the situation and soon she will be here with reinforcements’, she continued. Both Zoe and Susan started to laugh. The blonde fake cop pushed a chair, revealing a trembling Melanie. Amanda Brie could not hide her shock when she saw her colleague kneeling on the floor, under the desk, handcuffed and with her white shirt wide open, showing a lacy pink bra. The Lieutenant saw the fear in Melanie’s eyes and knew that the situation did not look good for them.
The fake cops pushed their two captives to a corner of the office which could not be seen from the outside. Although this area of the station was almost deserted by now, it was better to take precautions. The police officers were ordered to strip, as the conversation between Susan and Melanie has showed them that wearing skirts will make them melt better in the precinct. Moreover, the Lieutenant’s epaulette could prove helpful. Begrudgingly, Melanie and Amanda took off their shoes and removed their skirts, shirts and cravat. The sight of the two captives was very alluring and Susan started filming the forced stripping. ‘This time we are going to have a full movie; a pity I did not think about doing it at St Sebastian’s as well!’ She said. Both prisoners exchanged a terrified glance: the rumours they had heard about a raid to a Police Station were true. The Lieutenant was wearing a purple bra, matching thong and white pantyhose while her colleague was wearing black stockings and garters which made her pink bra and panties look even more enticing. Not happy with this, Zoe told them to remove their bras and hosiery. ‘The stockings and pantyhose would look good on us. The bras? I just want to have a better look at your tits’, the Latina criminal argued. Melanie quickly complied with the demand, but Lt Brie was not willing to be further humiliated. Susan saw the defiance on the cop’s look and started to fondle the hapless Sgt Connors’s breasts with her gun -while her left hand kept recording their new prisoners with her phone- and said out loud: ‘if any of you does not follow our orders, you all will pay the consequences’. After this, the busty lieutenant accepted their fate and remove her pantyhose and bra, showing her round ass and rotund tits. The fake cops saw their captives with lust and Zoe told to her partner that they have some time to spare before Ursula returned. Susan smiled and looked at her partner: ‘this night could not get any better’, she concluded.
Fifteen minutes later, Ursula arrived to the reception. She meowed quietly before knocking on to the door to inform her partners that it was her, but Susan and Zoe barely noticed her arrival: their attention was drawn elsewhere. The criminals had decided to play a little game with their two newest captives: they wanted to see which one of them would made them orgasm faster. There was not really a competition, as Melanie’s deft tongue and her eagerness to please her captors made Susan to cum three times before the still reluctant Lt Brie managed to make Zoe reached her climax. As a result, they decided to reward the accommodating Melanie: she was now lying on the floor, gagged with her own pink panties and with her legs spread while Amanda Brie was forced to ate her subordinate’s pussy. To add salt to the injury, Susan and Zoe were fondling the lieutenant’s voluptuous tits and spanking her amazing ass from time to time and continued to record the show.
Ursula was tempted to join them, but she knew better: they were far from completing their mission and time was an issue. Therefore, she had to stop the party while updating her partners of her adventures. She had thought of a way that could help them free Belinda and recover the phone with the military secrets in one move. Consequently, she told Zoe to put on the Lieutenant’s uniform, who was a better fit for her, and Melanie’s stockings and garters, while she took the blonde cop’s attire and Amanda’s pantyhose: they had a plan to execute!
Chapter 9. July 12, 2002 (4.09 a. m.)
- ‘Detective Lawson speaking’.
- ‘Hi. This is Sgt Felicity Belt. I am in charge of the precinct’s cells tonight and wanted to talk to you regarding one of the inmates, Pamela Smith (that was the name of Belinda’s fake driving licence).
- ‘She is the young woman who was arrested near the mysterious gunfight, isn’t it?’.
- ‘Correct. Apparently, she has had a change of heart and wants to reconsider her options. She says she is willing to tell everything she knows about the incident in exchange of a good deal’.
- ‘I am not sure if she actually knows that much, but it is worth talking to her. Sent her immediately to the Interrogation Room 2’.
- ‘Will do. I will send her with two of my officers’.
Ursula hanged up the phone and smiled. The bait has worked and now it was time to put Belinda up to speed.
The real Sgt Belt was not far from the desk where Ursula has phoned Detective Lawson; however, she was not able to attend any call at the time. The Sergeant, an attractive and voluptuous blonde with short hair and blue eyes, was lying on the nearby storage room’s floor unconscious and scantily clad. The forty-something years old woman had her hands taped behind her back and her mouth crammed with her white push-up bra. She was only wearing white panties and black pantyhose, her calves and ankles were also duct-taped, and more tape has been used to surround her chest and further restrain her arms, circling her massive jugs. Next to her, the Sgt Belt’s two subordinates shared a similar fate than their superior, although they were fully aware of their current predicament. Matilda Lucca, a curvaceous redhead in her mid-twenties, and Sonia Park, a petite brunette of Asian origin and similar age, stood next to Felicity Belt handcuffed and taped together. The two young cops were gagged with their bras, their own pantyhose used to cover their mouths, and they only wore their skimpy panties. They were taped so close together than they rubbed each other’s breasts every time they tried to move. They also did not appreciate that Zoe had taken several pictures of them in this condition ‘for a friend’.
Zoe emerged from the storage room shortly after Ursula had finished her call wearing Matilda’s uniform. The fake Lieutenant had pulled rank to take the two cops who manned the precinct’s cells for a bullshit task regarding some inventory updating, leaving her alleged subordinate with a furious Sgt Belt, the officer in charge of the cells that night, alone in the main desk. The mature cop did not have much time to show her annoyance, as Ursula chloroformed the blonde officer the moment the three women left. She carried the unconscious body of the policewomen to the storage room, where Zoe had quickly subdued the two young and naive cops. Matilda and Sonia had their hands on their heads, scared to see that Zoe was pointing a gun towards them. They were further shocked when the Latina criminal ordered them to undress while Ursula removed Sgt Belt’s clothes and restrained her with tape she found in the storage. They only needed one extra uniform -Detective Lawson was expecting two policewomen and wearing a Lieutenant’s epaulettes had proven useful, but it was also riskier to impersonate an officer than a regular cop- but it was funnier this way, and Susan would appreciate the additional pictures. Once the new captives were secure, Ursula went to make the phone call while Zoe tried out different skirts and toyed with their prisoners’ enticing bodies.
Belinda stared at Ursula and Zoe in amazement when she saw them walking towards her cell wearing police uniforms. She had heard the story of St Sebastian’s Police Station hundreds of times, but seeing something like that with her own eyes was more impressive. Ursula winked an eye at her and opened the cell’s door. They handcuffed the young blonde criminal’s hands and ankles and whispered some directions. In less than two minutes Belinda understood the plan and was ready to play her part. They have to retrieve the phone and, after that, they will escape. Belinda told them they could trust her and, when she started to apologise for her recklessness, Ursula stopped her. ‘It is alright, it became a blessing in disguise, so do not worry about it’, she said smiling.
The two fake policewomen walked the prisoner towards the Interrogation Room 2. They hoped that they could take the detective by surprise, recover the phone and leave the precinct immediately. However, things were not going to be that easy. When they arrived to the place, Detective Lawson was accompanied by her junior partner, Detective Sanchez, and Sgt Christina Roy. There was also a young policewoman in the adjacent room, Carolina Quiñones, a pretty Latina with brown curly hair and green eyes, in charge of recording the interrogation. Furthermore, the detectives had not brought any of the evidence with them, which complicated things. Detective Lawson curtly thanked Ursula and Zoe for bringing the prisoner and dismissed them. Despite their insistence, she told them their services were no longer necessary and that they will be recalled to collect the prisoner when they were done with her. Detective Sanchez stared at Ursula for a few seconds because her face looked familiar. However, she could not recall that they had seen her at the Evidence Room a couple of hours ago. The blonde secret agent exchanged a quick glance with Zoe but hesitated to do anything rash. She was weighting her options when she glimpsed Belinda winking at her while saying: ‘Do not go very far, I am sure we will reunite very soon’. Sgt Roy elbowed Belinda’s stomach, making the strawberry blonde to bend in pain, and barked at her: ‘You are a shameless, stupid cunt. Be more respectful in the presence of police officers’. Ursula gave Belinda a disdainful look but she was smiling in the inside: they could trust her young partner. Consequently, Ursula and Zoe left the Interrogation Room but stayed close-by, waiting to intervene when the time was right.
Detective Sanchez started asking some preliminary questions to Belinda, but she cut to the chase and told them what they were willing to offer her in exchange of her testimony. After Lawson questioned the extent of Belinda’s knowledge about the incident and its importance -the blonde detective thought it had been a failed carjack, probably involving some shady individuals-, the young prisoner shocked both detectives: ‘I know about the phone and I know how to unlock it’, the criminal lied. Lawson tried to hide her anticipation, but it was evident that Belinda has caught her attention. The senior detective asked what was on the phone and how it was related to the incident. In response, Belinda answered that the phone was the cause that triggered the gunfight and its content could make anyone very rich. Both detectives did not react, so the young blonde skilfully changed her approach: ‘I am also sure that people in high places would be very happy to know that the phone is in safe hands’. Sanchez did not buy anything Belinda said, she thought that the blonde prisoner was just trying her luck to see if she could get something from them. However, Lawson was already tempted. The blonde detective made a gesture to officer Quiñones through the mirror to stop the recording and took her partner outside the room to chat in privately.
Sanchez argued that it was true that the phone was password protected, but once they had processed it, they could not take it from the bag without breaking chain of custody. Moreover, it was a long shot that the prisoner actually knew the password and that the content was so important. All the arguments were very reasonable, but Lawson was a driven and ambitious cop who now could only think that she had a career-making case at hand. The blonde detective told her partner that they had a mysterious shooting with no bodies and no clues besides some pieces of green fabric, two stolen cars with fake plates and a phone. There was nothing they could get out of it, so it was worthy to take a shot at this. ‘This does not feel right, Claire. We do not even know this woman’s real name yet. Let’s track the cars and, in a few days, we will have another lead’, Julia implored. ‘We have no time for this, the criminals will be long gone by then. I am the senior detective and I call the shoots. I expect you to be discreet and loyal about this’. Finally, Dt. Sanchez sighed and nodded in agreement. Lawson asked Sgt Roy to bring the trolley with all the bagged evidence from the scene to the Interrogation Room while they continued questioning their prisoner. The blonde Sergeant did not ask any questions and left to collect the items from Lawson’s desk, unaware of the two pair of eyes who were following her.

[Torreken]

Chapter 10. July 12, 2022 (4.58 a.m.)
Dt. Lawson was becoming increasingly anxious. They had been grilling Belinda to no avail. Her frustration of being unable to know more about the phone was exacerbated by the fact that Sgt Roy has not returned yet. ‘It has been 15 minutes. She might have run into some kind of trouble and she is not allowed to bring the evidence here’, she pondered. The blonde detective was right, although she could not imagine the kind of trouble Christina Roy had run into. Frustrated, she made a sign to stop the recording and told her junior partner to wait there, and keep an eye on the prisoner, while she went to bring the phone herself. Sanchez tried to dissuade her partner one more time from doing this, but her weak resistance was once again overcome by Lawson’s confidence and cockiness. Both lawwomen would not forget the consequences of this decision in a long time.
There were signs everywhere, but Claire Lawson was so blinded by her ambition that failed to see them. Her short-sightedness and foolishness would become evident to her when it was too late. Lawson went to her desk and took the trolley with the bagged evidence. She run into a couple of cops and asked them about Sgt Roy, but no one knew where she was. Instead of worrying for her colleague’s whereabouts and fate, Lawson returned to the Interrogation Room without giving it a second thought, thinking that she might have been requested to do something urgent by a superior. When she walked by the reception room, she was surprised to see only one cop through the windows, a strawberry blonde, with a striking similarity with the prisoner, who seemed that she was having a god time. None of this mattered to her, who kept on walking without questioning how odd that was. Thirty seconds later she ran into the Latina officer who had brought the prisoner before. The encounter did not seem fortuitous and, moreover, why was not she back in the cells area? However, Lawson dismissed the thought and returned to wonder about the mysterious phone. Even if she could not use it as evidence, it might lead her to a career-case. Money-laundering? Drugs? It could be anything, but it sure looked important: no one protected a phone with that kind of security to hide some spicy chats or racy nude pictures. The fake identity of the prisoner made the mystery more alluring too. Before she arrived to the Interrogation Room, a fellow detective, Sam Coal, asked her if she knew where Lt Brie was. The efficient police officer had delivered a report, promising that she will shortly return, after attending an important matter at the reception, to walk him through it with detail. It has been more than an hour since then and no one has seen Amanda Brie, which was unprecedent considering how professional she was. Lawson remembered for a second the strange blonde she had seen at the reception, but preferred not to say anything about it. She only cared about the phone and whatever has happened to Lt Brie was not her business. She could not know how wrong she was.
Dt Lawson arrived to the Interrogation Room and, without hesitation, she walked into the adjacent room. She wanted to tell officer Quiñones that the rest of the interrogation was going to be off-the-record; however, words froze in her mouth when she entered the room. The pretty Latina was sitting on her chair, bound and gagged in her underwear. Her hands were taped to the chair’s arms as were her ankles to the chair’s legs. The detective got a full sight of the cop’s lacy red panties and black stockings and of her round tits, which were barely contained by a lacy red bra. Carolina tried to shout, but her taped mouth made it impossible for the blonde detective to understand what her colleague wanted to say. Lawson doubted whether freeing the hapless cop or raising the alarm. None of those options would have changed her fate that night, as Zoe was guarding the exit gate, but it is very telling that, after a few seconds of hesitation, she decided to leave officer Quiñones in such a spot and run towards the Interrogation Room to see what has happened to her prisoner. The situation there was even more dismaying.
She opened the door only to be greeted by Ursula pointing a gun to her head. The sense of disbelief increased when she saw that Belinda was putting on Carolina Quiñones’ uniform. The prisoner’s orange jumpsuit was lying on the floor while the prisoner’s handcuffs had been used to restrain Dt Sanchez. The Latina detective now occupied Belinda’s seat, with her hands and ankles handcuffed and secured to the floor and her mouth taped. Julia was further embarrassed by her lack of clothes. Her skirt, blouse and blazer were piled on the table, leaving the hapless detective with just her underwear, a black thong, matching bra, and caramel-coloured pantyhose, and her badge, which rested between the Latina’s generous breasts; tits which were ostensibly visible because the criminals had lowered the detective’s bra.
Claire Lawson tried to appear defiant, but her voice was reduced to a stutter: ‘Who are you? What is going on?’. Ursula merrily answered: ‘I am this young lady’s friend, and I came to end her unfair arrest and to retrieve what is mine: that phone that you seemed to be so interested in’. The blonde detective was perplexed, she knew that the phone looked important, but ‘what kind of information made someone to assault a police station?’ She thought.
‘I am sure you have thousands of questions, but I am going to answer only to one of them. In case you are wondering where your tall sergeant is, I can assuage your fears and tell you that, although she is unavailable at the moment, our partner is taking good care of her’, Ursula said. Lawson could not believe what she was hearing, ‘how could these criminals do as they please in a police precinct?’ she thought. The blonde detective remembered hearing some chatter about an attack to a Police Station in some backward town in the middle of nowhere. However, no one has taken it seriously, considering that something like that could only happen to a bunch of townies, not to real cops. ‘Is this somehow related to that?’, the detective mused.
Ursula continued: ‘now I want you to raise your hands and let my partner to take your gun. After that, I want you to take off your clothes’. Dt Lawson’s eyes opened in shocked: ‘Are you crazy? Why? Look, there is no way you are going to get away with this. If you surrender now, I promise we will be lenient’, she lied. Ursula laughed at her proposal: ‘start to undress now or Belinda will do it for you’, she said, while handing a phone from her pocket to Belinda. ‘Sorry love, I promised a friend I would document everything’, Ursula concluded. The blonde detective was mortified, but she realised that the fake cop was deadly serious, so she slowly removed her blazer. ‘Hurry up, doll’, I want a short video, not a documentary. Lawson took off her white blouse, revealing two firm tits barely contained by her sky-blue push-up bra. Then, she removed her black skirt, showing the criminal her matching panties, black garters and black stockings. ‘I did not tell you to stop, bitch’, Ursula said. ‘But you allowed my partner to keep her underwear’, the blonde detective blurted. ‘She is not a shady cop like you are, so take off your bra and panties immediately’. Claire Lawson had never been so embarrassed in her life, but she did not suspect that this was just beginning. ‘Good, now take your panties and put them in your mouth’ Ursula ordered. The blonde detective asked for mercy, but seeing Ursula now menacing face made her to comply. Belinda handed the phone to Ursula, who continued recording with her left hand, and walked towards the defeated detective. She taped her mouth and tied her hands behind her back. Then, she pushed Claire Lawson against the room’s table and forced her to spread her legs, fingering her pussy during the process. She tied each of her ankles to the tables’ legs and then got another rope around the detective neck. She tied a loose knot around it and tied the other end around Dt Sanchez’s neck with another loose knot. Once the unfortunate detective was securely restrained, Belinda spanked the blonde’s bare bottom and taped her badge to her right butt-cheek, completing Lawson’s humiliation. She also fondled her tits and pussy as a departing gesture. ‘You are lucky we are in a bit of hurry, detective, otherwise we would have loved to spend more time with you’, Ursula said. The secret agent stopped the recording, took a few pics of the defeated detectives and left the room with the now free Belinda to re-join with the rest of the team.
Chapter 11. July 12, 2022 (04.47 a.m.)
Susan lamented being left by herself at the reception room: she would have loved to pay a last visit to Andrea, the redhead cop tied in the restroom. However, things were not so bad there. She decided to put Lt Brie in a hogtie to prevent any surprise. The scantily clad brunette struggled against the bonds, but there was nothing she could do against the blonde criminal’s craftmanship with the ropes. By contrast, Sgt Connors was peacefully quiet. The blonde officer could not see what was going on, but, after being forced to eat her captors’ pussies for such an extended period of time, she was just happy to be left unnoticed and let someone else to munch the carpets of those two sickos. Her meek colleague Melanie was the one was fulfilling that duty at the time. The blonde cop was licking Susan’s pussy, while the criminal fondled her and Lt. Brie, wondering how many more times the lustful bitch wanted to climax.
Susan’s party was interrupted by the buzz of her phone. ‘Keep an eye on the eastern aisle: I am tailing a tall sergeant with brown hair named Roy. We need to intercept her when she walks by the reception’, Zoe had texted. Belinda smiled and put her pants back on. She gagged Melanie with a bra she found on the floor -it was actually Sgt Connors’- and went to the door. She saw the target walking towards her. The fake cop stopped the unsuspecting sergeant and told her that someone has called her at reception, and it seemed urgent. Christina Roy looked puzzled, but was ready to follow Susan to the trap. Suddenly, the sergeant heard a loud thump from inside and pushed Susan aside and ran towards the reception. The sergeant saw her three colleagues bound and gagged but Susan jumped her from behind. The brown-haired cop was fit and athletic, but Susan knew how to fight, so by the time Zoe arrived to the reception, she saw how her friend had the sergeant handcuffed, with her shirt busted open, revealing two firm breasts covered by a dark green bra, and was now removing the new prisoner’s skirt and pantyhose. ‘Good job! I would love to stay and play with our new friend, but I need to keep on duty watch. Get ready, if everything works out, we should be leaving this place very soon’, the Latina said winking an eye.
The strawberry blonde fake cop made a short inquiry to find out who had managed to drop the chair to alert Sgt Roy. Melanie sold her superior without blinking an eye, telling Susan that it was Lt Brie who did it. However, the blonde policewoman’s solicitous attitude did not have the expected response. Susan told her how much she disliked snitches, so after she finished undressing their latest captive, she tied Melanie and Christina Roy in a tight 69, burying the women’s faces in each other’s pussies.
The fake cop was taking more pictures of her growing collection of prisoners when, suddenly, the reception’s phone rang. Susan and Zoe had managed to deal with a couple of previous calls during that night, but the blonde criminal could not imagine who was at the other end of the line. ‘This is Sergeant Carlsen. We need help. My partner officer Light and I were attacked by two women who were impersonating military officers near Greenview Street. We were taken to a car-shop in Industrial Park, near Dole’s Warehouse, where they reunited with other two accomplices. Besides the two military women, these criminals had also abducted two other police officers, named Reed and Marquez. We are free of our restraints but we are locked down in the building, the gate is impossible to bust open and the only window is very narrow’. Susan froze for a second, but quickly thought of a way of winning time. She told Sgt Carlsen that those criminals had used their police uniforms to gain entry to the Police Station and free a prisoner. Fortunately, their covers were blown before they completely succeeded. One of them had escaped with a hostage, so they were combing the city, searching for her. Therefore, the fake cop asked the blonde sergeant to stay put and wait 15 minutes before they could send someone to collect them, something which Melinda Carlsen accepted albeit begrudgingly. While talking to the policewoman, Susan also found out that Sally was still alive -they were using her phone, as the criminals had insightfully broken the cruisers’ radio. Similarly, Sgt Carlsen told her, without hinting her pride, about her physical prowess: she had managed to unlock her handcuffs using a pin of her hair and to descend from a pole despite being tied from her ankles. Susan could not believe how their prisoner had been able to pull that kind of Spiderman-shit, but she was secretly relieved to know that the policewoman had beaten a pair of handcuffs, not her knots.
Not long after, Ursula, Zoe and Belinda arrived to the reception. They had run into a couple of cops in the mostly deserted station, but their uniforms did the trick once more time. Susan was delighted to see her young cousin with them and informed her partners of the situation. Ursula congratulated the blonde criminal for her shrewdness and said: ‘let’s hurry up. Our guests are waiting for someone to save them and I am looking forward to see their faces when we show up’.

[Torreken]

Chapter 12. July 12, 2022 (5.27 a.m.)
The team drove to their base as fast as they could without raising any unwanted attention. This time, there were no unexpected stops. When they got closer to the area, Zoe and Susan stepped back from the car to sneak into the car-shop from a secluded back-door. Two minutes later, Belinda and Ursula stopped in front of the gate and opened it. The six women were waiting for them near to the entrance, just wearing their underwear. The criminals had left behind the spare uniforms, but the always professional Sgt Carlsen had ordered the rest of the prisoners not to touch anything before the forensics team arrived. She had removed her black panties from her mouth and put them back in though. The prisoners’ face when they saw Ursula and Belinda pointing a gun at them was ineffable. The women were not looking forward to the embarrassment of being rescued in such a state of undress, but they had never dreamt that their ordeal was not over yet. Sgt Carlsen had taken Sally’s gun and drew it at Ursula. The blonde sergeant refused to surrender despite the pleads of the rest of the captives, who realised their situation was hopeless. The standoff was put to an end when Zoe and Susan appeared behind the six prisoners, carrying shotguns. Cursing, the blonde sergeant dropped the gun, kneeled and put her hands on her head like the rest of the cowed prisoners.
‘Restrain these bitches and get them ready for transport. They know too much now so they will have to come with us. Let’s change our clothes and get moving: We are leaving in 5’, Ursula ordered. Zoe and Susan could not hide their satisfaction when the prisoners started to plead and complain. The blonde secret agent was relieved to see that Sally was still alive. Her partner had a fever, but she seemed ok, all things considered. Ursula changed her bandages and called their liaison to tell him they had the data but there had been some difficulties.
After a few minutes, the secret agent carried Sally to the black van the team had prepared for the scape, wearing black pants, boots and a tank-top. Her partners were wearing a similar attire. The six prisoners were ready to travel: they were forming a line, ball-gagged and with their hands tied in their backs. Additionally, Susan had loosely tied each prisoner’s neck to the wrists of the one who was standing in front of her. The exception was Melinda Carlsen, who was placed first and whose neck-rope was pulled by Zoe. ‘Sorry ladies, we only expected to transport two people in the back, so the six of you will have to stay very close’, Ursula said as she spanked the captives’ butts when they walked past her. Susan, once again, recorded everything on her phone.
Ursula informed her partners that they were going to meet their liaison in Green Prairie, as scheduled, and he would take care of Sally and the phone. ‘I am sure the military officers had not told the cops the true purpose of their kidnapping, but if the policewomen are found, someone will alert the military base immediately. Our employer asked us to kill the prisoners, but I answered that we do not do that. We finally agreed on keeping the prisoners out of circulation for 24 hours so they have time to analyse the data. After then, they do not mind what story the military officers tell as long as the Army cannot connect him with this ploy’. The team nodded in agreement and got into the van.
Forty-five minutes later, Ursula and her partners have safely left Green Valley and left Sally and the precious phone in Green Prairie with their liaison, who handed them $50k in cash and transferred an additional $250k to Ursula’s offshore account. They would receive an additional $100k in 24 hours, once the data had been analysed. Then they would be able to free their prisoners. After the meeting, the team drove to a nearby garage, where a different black van was waiting for them. Considering that they had six prisoners to watch instead of the planned two, they decided to stay together, so the ten women were again on the move shortly after, although six of them had to travel bound and gagged, lying down at the back of the vehicle.
They left Green Prairie and drove west: they did not have a clear destination in mind, but they wanted to put as many miles behind them as possible. By that time, news of the attack started to appear on the Internet. The media talked about the abduction of some police officers and a manhunt in the area of Green Valley: the state and local police had set controls in all the city’s access and stopped every vehicle. However, there was nothing regarding the Green Valley 4th precinct yet.
A few minutes after the team left the station, Dt. Sam Coal went to the reception, looking for Lt. Brie, and there she found it. The detective gasped when she saw the efficient and comely cop hogtied and almost naked and three other policewomen similarly undressed and humiliated. Coal was furthered surprised when he found out, thanks to the captives’ testimonies and the securities cameras, that there were a lot of female colleagues in a similar predicament in other parts of the precinct. He raised the alarm and the dozen or so of police officers who had not been captured by Ursula’s team started to search the length and breadth of the station, freeing their partners. Commander Rogers turned red with wrath when he was informed that 12 policewomen and 2 detectives had been subdued by a group of just 3 attackers. Not only that, they had managed to free a prisoner and steal a phone retrieved from a crime scene. Dt. Lawson was fortunate enough that the chaotic situation prevented any of her superiors from focusing on her specific actions, although she was mortified by the way her colleagues had found her and Dt. Sánchez when they arrived to the Interrogation Room. The police started to put the pieces together -Lt. Brie played a key part in this, as she had figured it out most of what had happened from what she had heard at the reception-, and soon realised that there were actually four policewomen missing. The criminal’s base was soon discovered by the authorities, although they only found there the two police cruisers and four police uniforms (Ursula had taken the two military attires with them and Susan took the caps as souvenirs), nothing that could help them in their search.
The abduction of the two military women was still unknown by the authorities, which caused Ursula a great relief: if the Army got involved, the situation would soon have turned nasty for them. The kidnapping of the four policewomen, however, was everywhere. Traditional media stopped their normal schedule to focus on this event and things quickly spiralled: some journalists started to unearth the previous raid on St Sebastian a few months ago, and a few media outlets claimed that this was part of a master plan to attack the country. On the Internet, the situation was crazier: there was all kind of conspiracy theories, rumours and fake news regarding the incident. Even the President became involved by sharing a twit in all capitals in which he said something half racist and half incomprehensible regarding National Security which made no sense.
Susan gladly contributed to this chaos: after their first stop for gas, she got a new phone from where she started to upload some of the pictures and videos she took at the precinct to the Internet. The strawberry blonde even created a fake profile on social media and contacted local journalists from Green Valley. Soon, the police were unable to deny that, besides the missing four policewomen, they had suffered a humiliating breach in a precinct. Ursula finally persuaded Susan to get rid of the new phone, but by then a lot of her material was already posted on the main porn sites of the Web. The blonde secret agent’s anger dissipated when she saw Susan half-contrite half-smiley face and when her partner told her she had edited the material to be sure the assaulters could not be identified immediately. Like in the attack to St Sebastian, the criminals had deleted all the recording from the security cameras in Green Valley, so the police could only rely on the descriptions provided by the victims. However, Ursula knew it was a matter of time the police found viable samples of DNA in the car shop to identify the attackers and, subsequently, connect the attack with the one at St Sebastian and, maybe, to some of Ursula’s assignments of the past. Sooner than later she and her team would be among the federal agency of investigation’s most wanted, so they should keep a low profile for some time.
The team drove for hours, avoiding main roads and making short stops for gas and at discreet places where they could give their prisoners some food and water. In one of these breaks, Sgt Carlsen tried to scape but was soon recaptured by Zoe. The Latina forced the blonde sergeant to lie on her lap and gave her a good spanking in front of the rest of the prisoners as a cautionary tale, threatening to be more severe in the future. The rest of the journey was uneventful. Ursula and her partners took turns to drive and rest, and some of them, especially Susan and Zoe, to check on the prisoners from time to time. The blonde secret agent could not believe how her friends were not tired after being awake for two days; however, she could not but smile every time the strawberry blonde volunteered to go to the back to the van.
By early afternoon, pictures of the four missing cops and descriptions and sketches of the four attackers and the escaped prisoner -wrongly identified as Pamela Smith- were widely disseminated by the authorities. In consequence, Ursula pondered whether they should look for a place to stay overnight. She did not want to use any of her contacts with half the country’s police searching for them, and the couple of safe houses close by she could think of were located in big cities, which made them very risky, especially carrying six prisoners. She was contemplating to spend the night on the road when Belinda made her a suggestion. ‘If we keep driving, we can arrive to Susan and I’s home town, Cuddleville, before night. I know a discreet house in the outskirts in which we can lay low for a few hours’, the young strawberry blonde said with an evil smile. Before Ursula could argue against it, Belinda continued: ‘I know I will have to leave my identity behind and be a fugitive with you after this, but the police will not be searching there yet, so I thought of leaving my townsfolk an unforgettable memory to say goodbye. Do not worry, Susan will agree with me when I tell her where I want to go. Rest assured no member of the Dykinson family will be involved, I do not want the police to harass my parents or Susan’s folks more than the strictly necessary’. Ursula found Belinda’s long and confident speech persuasive enough, so she nodded in agreement and smiled.
Chapter 13. July 12, 2022 (22.47 p.m.)
Two attractive young women parked in front of the house they rented without noticing they were being watched from their own living room. They also failed to pay attention to a black van parked very close to their driveway. Mindy Beagle was a slim 19-year old with raven hair with blue eyes, pale skin and a rotund pair of breasts after a boob job. Her roommate, Eva Blue, was also 19 and busty, although she had blonde hair and was slightly shorter than her friend. Both women worked at a famous chain restaurant outside the county’s capital, and they still wore its unmistakable uniform, orange shorts and a tight white t-shirt, after a long shift. When they opened their front door and switched on the light, they were greeted by an unforgettable sight.
The young women’s saw six women kneeling on the floor in their underwear, ball-gagged and with their hands tied to their backs. More worryingly, they saw other four women, two of whom they recognised immediately: Belinda Dykinson and her older cousin, Susan. Trembling, Mindy pretended to be casual, without succeeding, and said, ‘What are you doing here, Belinda? You scared us with this joke’. Eva joined her friend in a nervous chuckle, but they froze when they saw Belinda’s stern face. The young strawberry blonde curtly answered: ‘You know what we are doing here. You bitches ratted me to Cooters’ manager when we all worked there! You told him about my small side-business selling a bit of meth to some customers and he fired me. Worse than that: I was sent 4 months to jail after he alerted the cops’. Mindy and Eva tried to deny the accusation, but they knew it was hopeless. They did not know who the six captives were, but they realised they were going to know how they were feeling very soon when they were ordered to strip. The young women weakly protested but they took off her trainers, orange shorts and t-shirts without offering much resistance. Mindy was wearing a black bra and white skimpy panties while Eva was wearing a black bra and a red thong. They were dismayed when they realised that Susan’s phone was recording the whole show and that their punishment has just started. They were ordered to take off their bras, which they did, and their panties, which they also begrudgingly did when they saw Zoe tapping her gun. To add salt to the injury, they were forced to panty-gag each other with their undies. After that, Belinda tied their hands to their backs and gleefully said: ‘Let’s celebrate this happy reunion!’. Mindy and Eva looked at each in other in despair: they were far from feeling joy.
The waitresses’ living room witnessed a wild night, but thankfully for Ursula and her team, there were no close neighbours, so they could play music and shout while drinking without the fear of alerting anyone. That also meant that the prisoners could not be heard.
The loudest was Sgt Carlsen: the blonde officer was bent over the dining-room table, with her legs spread open and her black panties in her ankles. Behind her, Ursula was using a strap-on to fuck the defiant cop senseless: she wanted to avenge Sally, so the sergeant noisy moans could be heard despite the ball-gag in her mouth.
Veronika Harris and Deborah Stalwart still retained their fancy underwear but they did not feel fortunate either. Both military officers were on their knees, taking turns to lick Zoe’s pussy. Any sign of defiance Capt. Harris had shown before was now long gone.
Mindy and Eva were on their knees as well, but they were enduring a different predicament. Both roommates were forced to knee close to each other back to back, with their ankles tied together, and to bend their faces to the floor. Then, Belinda shoved a doubled-ended dildo on their pussies and forced them to ride it. When the young strawberry blonde considered that her former friends were not moving with the required vigour, she spanked the captives’ butts. Soon, Mindy and Belinda were riding the dildo without the need of oversight, so Belinda could divert her attention to her cousin’s show.
Susan reminded Gloria Marquez and Natalie Reed that they had been interrupted when they were ready to have some fun, so they ‘owed’ her a good show. To make things spicier, Jane Light was required to join her colleagues. Susan opened a black bag and took the cops’ caps from it, putting them on the hapless prisoners’ heads. Then, she placed her phone on a nearby drawer and started recording. Unfortunately fort the policewomen, other items were produced from Susan’ ominous bags. The three cops were forced to make out, suck each other tits’ and to use the vibrator-wands Susan handed them on each other. The strawberry blonde and her younger cousin soon joined the fun, savouring their three prisoners. After a lot of groping and kissing, Susan and Belinda started to drink shots of tequila poured on Natalie’s belly button while Gloria and Jane were forced to eat their pussies, respectively.
After two twenty-minutes sessions of pounding Sgt Carlsen’s ass and pussy with the strap-on, Ursula decided to give the blonde sergeant a break. She walked towards Zoe and asked her, winking an eye: ‘Would you mind sharing these two cuties with me? We could take them to a bedroom to have more privacy’. ‘Of course, amiga’, Zoe gladly replied. As a result, Cpt Harris and Lt. Stalwart were cowed to a room. There, Ursula and Zoe played with the two military women for a while and, finally, forced them to munch their pussies. Once the criminals were satisfied, at least for the time being, Ursula made the two captives to sit on the floor and addressed them: ‘Now, you and us need to talk about military secrets’.
In fact, Ursula made most of the talking while the military officers mostly answered her questions and nodded in agreement. The secret agent explained the situation plain as day: they all share a common interest in not letting the Army knowing what really has happened. Once Capt. Harris and Lt. Stalwart assured Ursula that they had not told the cops why they had been abducted, feigning total ignorance, she told them that they were willing to let them free tomorrow in the morning and heal some of their bruised pride. They would free the two military women without the cops noticing and pretend they had escaped. They would have to wait one hour to give some time to Ursula and her team to flee and then they could whatever they want: rescue the cops or walk to town to alert the authorities. Zoe reminded them that they had a lot of pictures and videos of them, so if they did not wait for an hour before making their moves, they will make them public. Ursula told them that they do not care exactly what story they told the Army, but they had to avoid any implication of espionage. Veronika Harris and Deborah Stalwart nodded frantically: they were the first ones who did not want anything regarding their extracurricular affairs to be known. ‘Good, now that we are all friends, I would like to fell that deft tongue in my clit again, Lieutenant’, Zoe merrily concluded.

[Torreken]

Chapter 14. July 13, 2022 (21.47 p.m.)
- ‘We do not have the DNA results yet, but it is evident that Ursula Volkanov is the woman responsible of both incidents. The descriptions and modus operandi point towards her despite the attacks’ goal being different and hard to identify at first sight. She is an American citizen of Russian ancestry with a notorious criminal reputation but so far there is nothing which indicates this is an issue of National Security. It is impressive that she is linked to, at least, two dozen of robberies, all of them involving some kind of impersonation and thus abduction, and she was only in prison for a few months eight years ago, when she was 21, in relation to a bar brawl in which she kicked the shit out of three people, two men and a woman’.
- ‘Right. According to the testimonies of the cops, which all coincided in describing a Latina perpetrator, Zoe Valdés was definitively part of this too, which reinforces the idea of a robbery of some kind. There are other three women, at least, who were involved in the abduction of the military officers and the assault to the Green Valley precinct. According to the descriptions, it seems that the third attacker of St Sebastian’s, the strawberry blonde woman, was one of these three individuals which participated in this operation. After going through the database, I would say it is Susan Dykinson, a known associate of Ms Valdés’.
The two women having this conversation were Specials Agents Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández. Lydia was a pretty, slim brunette with short hair in her early-thirties while Sonia was a busty, attractive Latina in her late-twenties with curly black hair. Both women were not very tall or strong and they did not have much field experience, but they were thorough investigators with sharp minds. They had been assigned to investigate any incident similar to the raid of St Sebastian by the Federal Agency of Investigation, looking for a pattern. Consequently, they were in Green Valley earlier this morning, questioning all the agents attacked by Ursula and her teams at the precinct when they got an urgent message saying that the missing cops had been found in Cuddleville, more than 1,000 miles west from there. Agent Wallace, the leading investigator, flew there immediately while Agent Hernández completed the depositions in Green Valley.
The criminals had evaporated into the thin air, but Lydia Wallace had been able to reconstruct Ursula and her team’s attack and scape, at least most of it, after a long day of questioning, travelling and reading reports from both local and state police. She could hardly believe how they had managed to pull the raid of St Sebastian off, so she was astonished of the scale of this operation. Compared to the actions of the previous day in Green Valley, the scape did not seem much; however, it was quite remarkable nonetheless.
Agent Wallace first interviewed a guy who worked at a gas station outside Cuddleville. He alerted the cops after two scantily dressed women, Capt. Harris and Lt. Stalwart, showed up at the station in a state of distress at 8 a.m. The worker, Boyd Dewer, had not provided useful information, although he described the military women’s torn pantyhose and sexy stockings and garters with astonishing detail. Later, she had the chance to question both women themselves. They told the agent they had escaped from a nearby house, where they were held against her will, at dawn, although they got disoriented and got lost. They also tried to avoid the main road, as their captors were probably looking for them, that is why it took them a couple of hours to find help. In relation to the cause of their kidnapping, the captives did no have a clear idea of why they had been targeted, as they barely knew each other. However, they thought the criminals wanted to impersonate Lt. Stalwart for a bank heist, as she had some family jewels in Green Valley’s biggest bank safe. The abduction of Capt. Harris would had been an unfortunate coincidence, as she drove by when the criminals attacked her colleague. Agent Wallace was not sure about this theory, but she did not have an alternative hypothesis yet.
The same story had been heard before by the local sheriff, Theodore Wayne, an affable man in his sixties who never in his life dreamed of having to deal with a situation of this kind in his town. He called the state police for support and drove to the house with his two deputies after receiving a call from Boyd Dewer and talking to the military officers. To his surprise, there were some journalists already there. He later found out that one of them, a sleazy free-lancer who wrote pieces for websites like Keitbart, had the gall to sneak into the house through the backdoor and record a video of the captives. When he inquired the journalists how they got there so quickly, they told him that they had receive an anonymous tip and some disturbing pictures (needless to say, it was Susan who had alerted the local media to create a distraction and for her own amusement).
The old cop tried to disperse the journalists without much success and finally got into the house. What he saw there would became the talk of the town in Cuddleville for many years. Mindy and Eva, the local waitresses were still panty-gagged, with their hands tied in their backs. More noticeably, the double-ended dildo continued to link both young women’s pussies. A similar instrument had been used to gag officers Gloria Marquez and Natalie Reed, who were taped together naked -except for their caps- on their knees with their hands equally tied to their backs. The embarrassment of rubbing each other breasts, due to how tightly they were bound, was exacerbated by last night’s memories and, more presently, by the wand-vibrators which had been stimulating their clits since the criminals had taped them to their thighs a few hours ago. Finally, Sgt. Carlsen remained in the same position: bend-over the dining-room table, naked with her legs spread. The difference was that, this time, it was her junior partner, Jane Light, who was wearing a strap-on behind her. The hapless cop had been forced to fuck her colleague with it and, to add salt to the injury, their captors had tied a loose rope around her neck which connected with the blonde sergeant’s, preventing poor Jane from moving away from her superior. An egg-shaped vibrator had been placed inside her pussy to ‘reward’ the young cop for her ‘collaboration’.
When Agent Wallace finally arrived to the house it was past noon. She could talk briefly to the rest of the captives, who provided plenty of information despite the predicament they had gone through, especially an incensed Sgt. Carlsen. The interviews helped the federal agent to reconstruct the last two days, but they did not offer anything which could help them arrest the criminals. By that time, they had found Mindy’s empty car in a secondary road near the county capital: Ursula and her team had used that vehicle to escape instead of the now recognisable black van. Later, Agent Wallace got more reports which completed the picture.
In a forest not far from the road where the state police found the car, a cop encountered two women bound and gagged in her underwear, one was tied to a tree and the other was lying on the floor next to her colleague, frog-tied. They were two bank’s lawyers who were on their way to hand some evictions papers to an unfortunate farmer. They had stopped to help two young blonde women dressed as waitresses from Cooters, whose car apparently was not working, when they were jumped by another two women, a Latina and a tallish redhead. They had been forced to relinquish their garments, black skirts and blazers and white blouses; they were left in such a humiliating state when the attackers found out the purpose of their trip.
In the evening, the local police of Donaye, the state’s capital, found two real-estate agents in a similar predicament. Two women, the Latina and the redhead, had alighted from the lawyers’ car, which was later found empty near a cafe, when they saw one of them placing a sale-sign in front of a house. They asked a few questions about the property and asked to have a quick look before the other agent and some prospective buyers arrived. Once there, they quickly subdued the unfortunate agent and waited for her colleague’s arrival. Both women were stashed in a wardrobe in their underwear while the two women impersonate them, wearing their green skirts and blazers, white blouses and black heels. The two criminals had the audacity to show the property to a group of people before leaving the house with the realtors’ clothes and cars. Local police were alerted of the attack on the two unfortunate real estate agents after a third colleague found them. She went to the house when her co-workers failed to run another tour in the late afternoon and was shocked to see them bound and gagged in a wardrobe.
The police had not found the two realtors’ cars yet, but Agent Wallace was sure the fugitives had already abandoned them a long time ago. By now, the five women, including the wounded accomplice they had dropped somewhere close to Green Valley, could be anywhere. She sighted and told her colleague: ‘These criminals do not kill but they are ruthless and they know how to improvise. We can wait until they make a mistake, but they will likely keep a low profile for a while. Moreover, they are only pawns, we have to find the people who pull the strings. They are mercenaries hired by kingpins and I am sure there also respectable clients who call them to do shady business. Let’s look for their assets and their clients and see what we find. We have to follow the money’.
THE END

[FeMilImpos]

Really great job!

[esercito sconfitto]

clearly inspired by Hawaiisun, but is also much better



bravo! a great piece!