Officer Serenity stood in the middle of the room, a picture of naval authority in her crisp white dress uniform. She was on the phone with a colleague, confirming that her taxi was due in ten minutes and she would be at the station shortly. But she would never make that appointment. The Handsey Bandit™ had already infiltrated the perimeter. Moving with the silence of a ghost, he emerged from behind the sofa. As Serenity turned, he struck. A white cloth soaked in chloroform was clamped ruthlessly over her nose and mouth. The phone slipped from her fingers as she clawed weakly at his arm, the chemical fumes instantly overwhelming her senses and dragging her down into darkness.
With the officer unconscious on the floor, the Bandit began his systematic dismantling of her authority. He unzipped and peeled open her white dress, stripping it from her body to reveal her black lace lingerie and sheer stockings. True to his name, he took his time with the exposed officer, his hands roaming over her breasts and torso, claiming the woman who was used to giving orders, not taking them.
Satisfied with his inspection, he produced a coil of white rope to match her discarded uniform. He rolled Serenity onto her stomach and wrenched her arms behind her back, binding her wrists tightly. He moved to her ankles, lashing them together with expert knots. To ensure she was completely neutralized, he pulled her bound ankles up toward her wrists, locking her in a severe, back-arching hogtie. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied securely around her mouth. The Handsey Bandit™ stood back to admire his prize: Officer Serenity, stripped of her rank, fondled, and trussed up on the floor, waiting for a taxi that would arrive to find nothing but an empty room and a missing officer.
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