A quartet of very short USB stories, featuring a variety of uniforms and scenarios.
Well, Call Me Crazy
“You know Dr Maddox, you’d be surprised how resourceful a girl can get when she’s free from that thing. You need to make the most of your freedom in here, so I’ve collected many things to store away for a rainy day, the checks in here aren’t as thorough as they used to be.”
“Brandy, damn it! Let me out of this thing!”
Victoria slid her legs through the top of the dark blue skirt which fit surprisingly well over the regulation beige panties she was forced to wear. Smiling, she reached for the light blue shirt which belonged to the doctor who continued to wriggle around on the soft, padded floor.
“Oh, I am so sorry, Victoria, you know the rules, solitary time means a straight jacket. It’s for your own good, of course.”
The furious dark-haired doctor twisted her upper body from side to side as she bounced up and down, growling angrily while her tight top bun which she normally kept so immaculate began to fray, such was the intensity of her struggling.
Brandy giggled as she wrapped the blue buttoned up shirt around her body, fighting to do up the buttons thanks to her more prominent chest not quite being suited to the doctor’s size.
“It sure is a tight squeeze, not all of us are so blessed with perky breasts.”
Victoria shot her a scowl as her patient finished securing the buttons on the stolen shirt, dancing over and patting the restrained doctor on the head as Brandy grabbed her suit jacket which had been placed by the side of her prisoner.
The suit jacket in a matching colour to the skirt fit a little better, but it was still a tight squeeze as she secured the buttons and placed both feet in the doctor’s black high heels.
Having almost completed her dress up, the patient took a movement to admire her handy work on the good doctor, who had been forced to take a break from her fighting due to the exhaustion.
Dr Victoria has been taken by complete surprise as she entered the padded room to check on one of her most troublesome patients, Brandy who was sitting across in the corner of the padded cell, seemingly incapacitated thanks to the tight, white straitjacket.
She of course soon realised the strait jacket was not going to hold the blonde malcontent, her tall and strong body bursting free and wrapping up the doctor in her arms, clamping a hand over her mouth and subduing her with ease.
It didn’t take long for the doctor to be forced out of her gorgeous suit and down to her black bra and panties, forced into the straight jacket while white tape from the stationary room had been wrapped around her ankles and thighs.
“How do I look, quite professional, wouldn’t you say, doctor?”
“Brandy, as soon as you set foot outside this room, they’re going to know it’s you!”
The blonde beauty smiled as she shaped her long hair into a top bun just like her helpless doctor, smoothing out Victoria’s suit as she stepped forward on the padding, the black high heels fitting perfectly.
“I’m afraid not sweetie, they’ll have absolutely no idea. See? I look just like you and read the badge… Dr Victoria Maddox.”
The poor beauty looked on in horror as her patient stood ready to leave her helpless in the padded cell, locked in a strait jacket. She’d stolen her clothes, her badge and most importantly, her pass.
“Now lucky for us these rooms are extra sound proof, so there’s no chance anyone will hear you and come rescue the poor doctor, but just to make sure.”
“Don’t you fffmmmmpppphh! Mmnnnngghhhhhh!”
Having ripped off a fresh strip of white tape, Brandy leaned down over her captive and smoothed the piece of tape across Victoria’s lips, muffled cries quickly filling the locked room.
“Gggrrrmmmmpphhhhhh nnnmmpppppphhhhh!” The helpless doctor continued to fight the straitjacket and screamed into the tape, making zero headway and only making herself sweat from head to toe.
“This session is over, Victoria, rest up tight.” Brandy turned to wave the restrained and gagged doctor good bye, heading for the door.
“Mmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhh!”
"Bite-Sized Bound and Gagged (Stolen Uniform) Tales" by Slax09
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Maid to Struggle
Donna knew the entire routine of the mansion off my heart. Nights and nights of hanging in trees on the enormous grounds of the estate, watching, waiting, planning.
Every second of studying was worth it for the prizes that awaited her inside, a bounty of valuables worth an eye-watering amount and when the expert cat burglar was ready, they would all be hers.
A side window which led to one of the 66 rooms in the three-storey mansion became the ideal place to sneak in, her black catsuit and leather boots providing the ideal attire to enter the house silently and surely, waiting for the rounds from the maid who would enter the corner library at precisely 10:38pm on the dot.
With her black eye mask and headband holding back her long and straight, dark red hair, completing her sexy look, the career criminal had inched across the carpet in the library, placing a gloved hand over the poor, unsuspecting maid’s mouth.
With a muffled moan and some wild struggling, the redheaded cat burglar soon had a gun pressed to the poor woman’s head, her slim and slender body no match for strength of the toned thief.
“Clothes off, now.”
The weapon combined with three simple words were enough to draw total and utter compliance from the poor blonde-haired maid who stood barely five feet tall, trembling and shaking with fear as she removed her white headband, cuffs and neckpiece first, shaking and stumbling as she placed them on a plush red leather chair.
Donna began removing her own outfit in unison, slipping out of the catsuit as the maid pulled the straps of her black tank top off and slipped it down her petite body, the apron covering the black frilly skirt silently falling to the floor.
“Hands behind your back.”
Again, the young girl did as she was told, standing in just her blue bra and panties, feeling her crossed wrists being tied together as the intruder circled rope around and around, knotting it off tightly.
Next came her forearms and then her ankles, Donna easily keeping her in place on the spot as her legs were placed together and tied as one with rope, the white cord wrapping around her thighs for good measure.
“Open.”
With barely a whimper, the kidnapped maid opened her mouth as the cat burglar, who was also just in her white silk bra and panties, forced a blue satin scarf inside the girl’s mouth, completing the gag with a red silk scarf which was tied over her mouth.
Bound and gagged and forced to the floor, the captive looked up helplessly as she rested against the red leather, moaning softly as she watched Donna quickly dress herself using the maid uniform which she had been forced out of.
Soon the cat burglar had donned every part of the maid uniform, the pieces fitting perfectly as she made her final adjustments and gathered up her things. She was ready to blend in with the rest of the staff, checking her list of the expensive items she was going to rob and walk out with through the large double front doors of the mansion.
“Onto your stomach.”
The one sentence demand continued to work and Donna watched as the blonde girl with her short cut hair flailing around from side to side, did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach and falling with a thud onto the carpet, her breasts forced up as she wriggled on the floor.
After moving the chair to make sure her captive couldn’t be seen by any fellow maids, the thief took one final piece of rope and forced the girl into a strict hogtie.
Packing up her things and refusing to say another word, Donna grabbed one more green silk scarf and placed it over her victim’s eyes, blindfolding the maid for good measure, leaving her in hogtied helplessness, gagged and blindfolded and replaced in the nightly rotation of mansion maids.
Donna knew the entire routine of the mansion off my heart. Nights and nights of hanging in trees on the enormous grounds of the estate, watching, waiting, planning.
Every second of studying was worth it for the prizes that awaited her inside, a bounty of valuables worth an eye-watering amount and when the expert cat burglar was ready, they would all be hers.
A side window which led to one of the 66 rooms in the three-storey mansion became the ideal place to sneak in, her black catsuit and leather boots providing the ideal attire to enter the house silently and surely, waiting for the rounds from the maid who would enter the corner library at precisely 10:38pm on the dot.
With her black eye mask and headband holding back her long and straight, dark red hair, completing her sexy look, the career criminal had inched across the carpet in the library, placing a gloved hand over the poor, unsuspecting maid’s mouth.
With a muffled moan and some wild struggling, the redheaded cat burglar soon had a gun pressed to the poor woman’s head, her slim and slender body no match for strength of the toned thief.
“Clothes off, now.”
The weapon combined with three simple words were enough to draw total and utter compliance from the poor blonde-haired maid who stood barely five feet tall, trembling and shaking with fear as she removed her white headband, cuffs and neckpiece first, shaking and stumbling as she placed them on a plush red leather chair.
Donna began removing her own outfit in unison, slipping out of the catsuit as the maid pulled the straps of her black tank top off and slipped it down her petite body, the apron covering the black frilly skirt silently falling to the floor.
“Hands behind your back.”
Again, the young girl did as she was told, standing in just her blue bra and panties, feeling her crossed wrists being tied together as the intruder circled rope around and around, knotting it off tightly.
Next came her forearms and then her ankles, Donna easily keeping her in place on the spot as her legs were placed together and tied as one with rope, the white cord wrapping around her thighs for good measure.
“Open.”
With barely a whimper, the kidnapped maid opened her mouth as the cat burglar, who was also just in her white silk bra and panties, forced a blue satin scarf inside the girl’s mouth, completing the gag with a red silk scarf which was tied over her mouth.
Bound and gagged and forced to the floor, the captive looked up helplessly as she rested against the red leather, moaning softly as she watched Donna quickly dress herself using the maid uniform which she had been forced out of.
Soon the cat burglar had donned every part of the maid uniform, the pieces fitting perfectly as she made her final adjustments and gathered up her things. She was ready to blend in with the rest of the staff, checking her list of the expensive items she was going to rob and walk out with through the large double front doors of the mansion.
“Onto your stomach.”
The one sentence demand continued to work and Donna watched as the blonde girl with her short cut hair flailing around from side to side, did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach and falling with a thud onto the carpet, her breasts forced up as she wriggled on the floor.
After moving the chair to make sure her captive couldn’t be seen by any fellow maids, the thief took one final piece of rope and forced the girl into a strict hogtie.
Packing up her things and refusing to say another word, Donna grabbed one more green silk scarf and placed it over her victim’s eyes, blindfolding the maid for good measure, leaving her in hogtied helplessness, gagged and blindfolded and replaced in the nightly rotation of mansion maids.
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Re: "Bite-Sized Bound and Gagged (Stolen Uniform) Tales" by Slax09
Bound Below Deck
“Hurry up and keep them all moving, we’re on the clock here ladies!”
The command was met with a series of nods from the group of women in uniform and a series of muffled protests from the other girls in nothing but their underwear.
If the scene wasn’t already distressing and frightful enough, six bound, gagged and blindfolded beauties linked together by rope being led through a hallway of an abandoned factory by the docks, it was made even worse by the fact the uniforms didn’t belong to the current wearers, they weren’t the all-female crew of the yacht Thalassa, that all-female crew were currently bound and gagged.
“Move, move, move, we’re almost there.”
“Mmmmnnnngggghhhhh! Mmmmmppppppphhhhhh!”
As the leader of the team of beautiful bandits continued the instructions, her team led their bevy of prisoners to the end of the hallway, finding the room they needed which stunk of the sea, pipes on the walls rotting away from corrosion and the concrete floor dirty and dingy.
Wynona ran the show as the cunning and evil team leader, she being the one who identified the opportunity in taking the $12 million yacht from the dock in the bay.
Of course, a group of female criminals doesn’t just walk onto a luxurious yacht and drive away, no, they need uniforms and knew just the place.
So as the six-girl crew of the yacht were making their way to the marina to welcome the expensive guests who had booked the boat, they were met with trouble.
Calmly and surely, Wynona and her team soon had the poor girls stripped of their uniforms, gagged and blindfolded with silver duct tape and bound with rope around their wrists and ankles, their bonds just loose enough to allow them to walk.
Taken to the abandoned factory a short walk from the marina, the kidnapped ladies of different heights and sizes but linked together by their stunning beauty, were forced up against the far wall, rope connecting them at the wrists and ankles. They weren’t going anywhere.
“Great work girls, let’s get these uniforms immaculate.
“Mmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhh!” The half-a-dozen helpless girls squealed into their tape gags as they all looked around blindly and listened to the voices of their captors who were almost ready to depart.
They were right on schedule and Wynona adjusted her long brown ponytail as she inspected Carol’s uniform.
“Well, you’d have fooled me, don’t you look a treat.”
The blonde criminal smiled as she too fixed her ponytail, looking at Wynona’s uniform which matched her own.
The Thalassa’s usual team of sailors, who were currently squirming and mewling in total bondage, consisted of a short-sleeve, white buttoned up shirt, tucked into a short black shirt with a black leather belt and black slip-ons. The uniforms were topped off with epilates on the shoulders and white cotton gloves.
“Let’s get a move on people, make sure those bonds are tight and the gags are nice and effective, not that anyone will be hearing our bound bunnies all the way out here anyway.”
Wynona’s team laughed at the chide remark while their victims screamed into the tape wrapped around their heads and shook against the tight bonds, their breast bouncing in their different coloured bras while their panties pressed down on the dirty factory floor.
With the squad now all dressed and ready to go, they packed up their extensive equipment and grabbed the necessary items they needed from their bound and gagged prisoners.
“Nnnmmmgggghhhh mmmmppppppphhhhh!” Their chorus of muffled cries continued to ring out throughout the factory as the squad followed their trusted leader, locking the door of the desolate room and heading towards their grand payday.
“Hurry up and keep them all moving, we’re on the clock here ladies!”
The command was met with a series of nods from the group of women in uniform and a series of muffled protests from the other girls in nothing but their underwear.
If the scene wasn’t already distressing and frightful enough, six bound, gagged and blindfolded beauties linked together by rope being led through a hallway of an abandoned factory by the docks, it was made even worse by the fact the uniforms didn’t belong to the current wearers, they weren’t the all-female crew of the yacht Thalassa, that all-female crew were currently bound and gagged.
“Move, move, move, we’re almost there.”
“Mmmmnnnngggghhhhh! Mmmmmppppppphhhhhh!”
As the leader of the team of beautiful bandits continued the instructions, her team led their bevy of prisoners to the end of the hallway, finding the room they needed which stunk of the sea, pipes on the walls rotting away from corrosion and the concrete floor dirty and dingy.
Wynona ran the show as the cunning and evil team leader, she being the one who identified the opportunity in taking the $12 million yacht from the dock in the bay.
Of course, a group of female criminals doesn’t just walk onto a luxurious yacht and drive away, no, they need uniforms and knew just the place.
So as the six-girl crew of the yacht were making their way to the marina to welcome the expensive guests who had booked the boat, they were met with trouble.
Calmly and surely, Wynona and her team soon had the poor girls stripped of their uniforms, gagged and blindfolded with silver duct tape and bound with rope around their wrists and ankles, their bonds just loose enough to allow them to walk.
Taken to the abandoned factory a short walk from the marina, the kidnapped ladies of different heights and sizes but linked together by their stunning beauty, were forced up against the far wall, rope connecting them at the wrists and ankles. They weren’t going anywhere.
“Great work girls, let’s get these uniforms immaculate.
“Mmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhh!” The half-a-dozen helpless girls squealed into their tape gags as they all looked around blindly and listened to the voices of their captors who were almost ready to depart.
They were right on schedule and Wynona adjusted her long brown ponytail as she inspected Carol’s uniform.
“Well, you’d have fooled me, don’t you look a treat.”
The blonde criminal smiled as she too fixed her ponytail, looking at Wynona’s uniform which matched her own.
The Thalassa’s usual team of sailors, who were currently squirming and mewling in total bondage, consisted of a short-sleeve, white buttoned up shirt, tucked into a short black shirt with a black leather belt and black slip-ons. The uniforms were topped off with epilates on the shoulders and white cotton gloves.
“Let’s get a move on people, make sure those bonds are tight and the gags are nice and effective, not that anyone will be hearing our bound bunnies all the way out here anyway.”
Wynona’s team laughed at the chide remark while their victims screamed into the tape wrapped around their heads and shook against the tight bonds, their breast bouncing in their different coloured bras while their panties pressed down on the dirty factory floor.
With the squad now all dressed and ready to go, they packed up their extensive equipment and grabbed the necessary items they needed from their bound and gagged prisoners.
“Nnnmmmgggghhhh mmmmppppppphhhhh!” Their chorus of muffled cries continued to ring out throughout the factory as the squad followed their trusted leader, locking the door of the desolate room and heading towards their grand payday.
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Re: "Bite-Sized Bound and Gagged (Stolen Uniform) Tales" by Slax09
Witless Security
“So will you call him again?”
“I haven’t really decided. I mean I did like him, but in bed? Ehhhhhhh.”
“Ehhhhhhh!”
The security guards laughed together as Patricia playfully slapped Macy, the pair giggling away as they continued to watch their monitors, the clock ticking past 11:30pm as the city began to wind down outside their large office building.
Patrica with her short cut black hair and Macy with her curly brunette hair sat together behind the desk with their matching uniforms, consisting of a blue buttoned-down shirt tucked into black pants, a black tie, black cap and black leather shoes.
It was standard issue for the building, but the muscular goddesses made it work, especially in their midnight shifts together.
The bond they had built up night after night meant they were experts at making the time fly by, finding anything and everything to talk about.
It also meant their deep conversation ensured they had both missed the two visitors coming through a side entrance which they should have caught on the monitor.
“What about you then, how’s Derek?”
“Yes… how is Derek?”
“Ah, what the hell?! Oh…”
“That’s right ladies, hands up.”
Before either Patricia or Macy had a chance to even reach for their weapons, they had their hands forced up into the air as the masked intruders pointed the guns squarely at them and slowly ordered them up from their black computer chairs.
“Side room, now, you know which one.”
The large breasted and sizeable pair led the way as the masked women followed close behind, they were dressed head-to-toe in black, with balaclavas, turtlenecks, jeans and boots. It was a formidable outfit for formidable criminals.
“Strip, the both of you.”
“P-please.”
“Do it!”
Without another word of defiance, the security guards shook with fear and looked at one another as they were bundled into the less than spacious side room, beginning by loosening their ties and removing them. Next came their blue shirts which they slowly loosened, revealing their large breasts which sat in polyester bras.
Their shoes, socks and pants came next and quickly they were huddled together in just their bras and panties, shaking with fear and moaning in terror.
“You two are going to both sit down on the floor, back-to-back and place your legs out straight.”
“What do you want with us?”
“We’ll ask the damn questions!”
The taller intruder raised her voice which sent Patrica and Macy onto the floor as demanded, sitting back-to-back and their thick figures as one. Watching their captors move about and funnelling through their backpacks, they soon revealed a roll of duct tape and two pairs of handcuffs.
“Hands behind your backs and don’t try to make any sudden movements, it won’t go down well.”
The security guards shivered and did as they were told, the handcuffs being locked around their wrists before the tape began.
Both girls moaned and squirmed as rolls and rolls of silver duct tape were circled around their helpless bodies. The pair of robbers began by encasing the ladies’ large breasts in tape as layers went above and below.
Their upper bodies taken care of, Patricia and Macy next had their legs mummified in tape as it was circled from their thighs to their ankles, bare feet wriggling as they struggled and were consumed by more and more tape.
“Open wide, time to shut you both up for good.”
“Mmmmnnnnggggghhhhhh!” Trying in vain to avoid it, the pair looked on shocked after having been joined as one in tape, big red ball gags being revealed by their captors, one each forced into both girl’s mouths.
The security guards were now thoroughly bound and gagged with handcuffs, tape and ball gags, wriggling and writhing against each other’s bodies as they watched the robbers collect their uniforms up and carry them towards the door.
“Enjoy the struggle ladies and next time, do a better job keeping watch.”
“So will you call him again?”
“I haven’t really decided. I mean I did like him, but in bed? Ehhhhhhh.”
“Ehhhhhhh!”
The security guards laughed together as Patricia playfully slapped Macy, the pair giggling away as they continued to watch their monitors, the clock ticking past 11:30pm as the city began to wind down outside their large office building.
Patrica with her short cut black hair and Macy with her curly brunette hair sat together behind the desk with their matching uniforms, consisting of a blue buttoned-down shirt tucked into black pants, a black tie, black cap and black leather shoes.
It was standard issue for the building, but the muscular goddesses made it work, especially in their midnight shifts together.
The bond they had built up night after night meant they were experts at making the time fly by, finding anything and everything to talk about.
It also meant their deep conversation ensured they had both missed the two visitors coming through a side entrance which they should have caught on the monitor.
“What about you then, how’s Derek?”
“Yes… how is Derek?”
“Ah, what the hell?! Oh…”
“That’s right ladies, hands up.”
Before either Patricia or Macy had a chance to even reach for their weapons, they had their hands forced up into the air as the masked intruders pointed the guns squarely at them and slowly ordered them up from their black computer chairs.
“Side room, now, you know which one.”
The large breasted and sizeable pair led the way as the masked women followed close behind, they were dressed head-to-toe in black, with balaclavas, turtlenecks, jeans and boots. It was a formidable outfit for formidable criminals.
“Strip, the both of you.”
“P-please.”
“Do it!”
Without another word of defiance, the security guards shook with fear and looked at one another as they were bundled into the less than spacious side room, beginning by loosening their ties and removing them. Next came their blue shirts which they slowly loosened, revealing their large breasts which sat in polyester bras.
Their shoes, socks and pants came next and quickly they were huddled together in just their bras and panties, shaking with fear and moaning in terror.
“You two are going to both sit down on the floor, back-to-back and place your legs out straight.”
“What do you want with us?”
“We’ll ask the damn questions!”
The taller intruder raised her voice which sent Patrica and Macy onto the floor as demanded, sitting back-to-back and their thick figures as one. Watching their captors move about and funnelling through their backpacks, they soon revealed a roll of duct tape and two pairs of handcuffs.
“Hands behind your backs and don’t try to make any sudden movements, it won’t go down well.”
The security guards shivered and did as they were told, the handcuffs being locked around their wrists before the tape began.
Both girls moaned and squirmed as rolls and rolls of silver duct tape were circled around their helpless bodies. The pair of robbers began by encasing the ladies’ large breasts in tape as layers went above and below.
Their upper bodies taken care of, Patricia and Macy next had their legs mummified in tape as it was circled from their thighs to their ankles, bare feet wriggling as they struggled and were consumed by more and more tape.
“Open wide, time to shut you both up for good.”
“Mmmmnnnnggggghhhhhh!” Trying in vain to avoid it, the pair looked on shocked after having been joined as one in tape, big red ball gags being revealed by their captors, one each forced into both girl’s mouths.
The security guards were now thoroughly bound and gagged with handcuffs, tape and ball gags, wriggling and writhing against each other’s bodies as they watched the robbers collect their uniforms up and carry them towards the door.
“Enjoy the struggle ladies and next time, do a better job keeping watch.”
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Re: "Bite-Sized Bound and Gagged (Stolen Uniform) Tales" by Slax09
Link to original story. An interesting "grab bag" experiment overall. And nice to see Slax09 writing again.
https://www.deviantart.com/slax09/art/B ... 1049415025
https://www.deviantart.com/slax09/art/B ... 1049415025