Unlucky Guards: A Naval Criminal Investigation

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After McBound made this amazing picture inspired by one of my stories (viewtopic.php?t=12518), I wanted to write another story about the Modern Walkyries exploring a different concept. Then, one member of the board (I would not say who, in case he wants to remain anonymous), asked me if I could write a story about Ziva David, a TV character (disclaimer: I had no idea who she was before he told me; also, it was a request, not a commission), so I thought that inserting her in this story would be fun. Needless to say, this story is a work of fantasy which does not reflect real events or individuals. I hope you guys like it.





The clicking of heels announced that someone was coming before the door was opened. The four women stared at the visitor with unease, knowing that the moment they had been dreading for the last couple of hours had finally arrived. The visitor was a beautiful woman in her thirties with olive skin, dark hair, brown almond-shaped eyes and a lean built who wore a crisp, white shirt, tailored navy-blue pants, black short-heeled boots and a badge.

‘Is that Ziva David? What is she doing here? Are we in trouble?’, anxiously whispered Andrea Murphy, a curvy redhead with green eyes and a pretty face full of freckles, to her partner.

‘Because the things in the storage unit originally came from the yacht of the wife of a drug dealer, now it is considered a terrorism investigation, which in this case falls under the jurisdiction of the Navy’, Sydney Maddison, a voluptuous blonde with brown eyes and a sly smile, who wore her hair in a ponytail, replied. ‘Do not worry, Drea, unlike these two stupid cows, we did not do anything wrong. We just were very unlucky’, she continued, looking at the other two women in the room, who averted their gaze with embarrassment when they realised that they were talking about them. ‘On the contrary, I am sure that when you tell the investigator what you found, we will be commended’, the blonde concluded.

Andrea and Sydney were two young, freshly-graduated from college women who worked for Modern Valkyries, a private security firm, which, despite a recent break-in in their headquarters which questioned the ability of the company’s security guards, had become a contractor for the United Federation’s Army and Navy. Consequently, Andrea and Sydney were wearing the Valkyries uniform, which consisted of a short black skirt, a dark-grey shirt and a black tie, and black short-heeled shoes. The redheaded and the blonde guards, however, had just recovered their clothes, which had been stolen and later discarded by two criminals who remained at large.

The other two women in the room, police officers Jenna Hope and Melinda Flores, had not been that lucky. Their uniforms, which consisted of navy-blue pants, blue shirts, black ties and hats, as well as their shoes and badges, had been taken by the criminals to help them scape. That is why now Jenna, an attractive, curvy, short blonde with blue eyes, and Melinda, a petite Latina with a pretty face and long, curly black hair, were wrapped in blankets in order to protect their modesty. The enticing sight of the cops’ well-toned legs and of the black straps of their bras, however, could not be lost by a keen observer.

Ziva David gave the four women a warm and reassuring smile before saying: ‘I know you are having a tough day, but telling me what happened with as much detail as you can will help us to catch those criminals. I promise I will only ask questions when it is absolutely necessary’.
‘I will start’, Sydney volunteered. ‘Unlike others, my partner and I have nothing to be embarrassed of’, the blonde guard sniped at the two cops, looking at them with unmitigated hatred.

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Sydney’s story

Everything happened very quickly, to be honest. It was not the first night that Drea and me… I mean… Private Murphy and I were assigned to guard this place. You know what it looks like: a big property with a warehouse and storage units to keep things that have been apprehend by the Coast Guard. Valuable items and anything that is going to be used for the prosecutors as evidence are kept elsewhere, so it is an easy but boring gig: you just have to keep an eye for junkies, drunkards who want to pee at the gate or dumb college kids who want to do something stupid on a dare.

That is why we never suspected anything like this when we saw the first criminal. As we explained in the deposition, it was a young, curvy blonde with curly hair, dressed as a slut: a very short red dress, black stockings and tall heels. She was walking in zigzags, so when she stood at the gate we assumed that she was drunk and she needed some directions, so we walked towards her.

We had just asked her if she was OK, when we felt the guns pointing at the back of our heads. Her accomplice must have climbed the fence without us noticing and she used the distraction to stealthily walk on us. Consequently, we put our hands on our heads, following her orders, while the blonde, who no longer looked drunk, took our guns away with a smirk in her face.

‘Can you describe the second criminal, please?’, the Navy investigator asked.
‘I only caught a glimpse of her later. She had dark hair and looked kind of Mediterranean like…’, Sydney answered before the now cold eyes of Ziva David stopped her before she made a racist remark in an official statement. After an awkward pause, the blonde guard resumed her story.

We were herded to the little office we have near the front gate and, immediately after, the blonde criminal started to undress me, her accomplice’s gun looming over my head. In a flash, she loosened my tie and unbuttoned my grey shirt, but the bitch also had time to fondle my breasts. Then, she unzipped my black skirt, peeling it off my legs and now taking her sweet time to explore my thighs and butt. I was forced to step off my shoes and then she tied my wrists behind my back and my ankles with rope. She used one of her black stockings to cleave-gag me.

Sydney stopped talking for a second, but Ziva David stared at her and gently said: ‘Go on, please. You know it is standard protocol in these reports…’. The blonde guard sighed in frustration and concluded: ‘so I was bound and gagged just wearing lacy pink cheeky panties underneath brown pantyhose and matching lacy bra’. The investigator wrote it down, nodding.

The blonde took off her slutty outfit and put on my uniform. Then, she forced me to seat under our desk, so a random passer-by could not see what was going on. In the meantime, the other criminal took Drea… I mean, Private Murphy, with her.

After a few minutes, I started to discreetly work on the ropes which bound my hands, trying to loosen them. Let’s say that I am a woman of varied tastes so I am not unused to bondage, but I needed some time.

The blonde criminal realised that I was staring at her and started to tease me: ‘You do not stop looking at me. Do you like women wearing uniforms? Do you find your situation hot? Let me guess, you are staring at me with the hope that I will uncross my legs so you can get an upskirt glimpse’. Before I had time to protest, she ostentatiously opened her legs, so her black skirt, well… Actually my skirt, hiked up her legs, showing me her round thighs and white lacy panties.

I looked at her defiantly, so the criminal decided to go further, and started to grope my tits, which she took out of my pink bra. I resisted her advances and I quickly moved my tied legs, tripping her up. I wanted to distract her while I loosened my ropes, but I had gone too far and now she was furious. She grabbed me by my ponytail and, after sitting on one of the office’s swivel chairs, pushed my face against her crotch. ‘I hope your tongue is as deft as your legs, because if you do not make me cum in four minutes, you are going to be in trouble, cunt’, she ominously said.

I started to lick the blonde’s pussy while I frantically worked on the ropes that circled my wrists. Fortunately, by the time the criminal started to squirm with pleasure, my hands were free. The bitch did not have time to enjoy her orgasm because, in a flash, I had recovered my gun and I was shoving it up her mouth.

I ordered her to strip of my uniform and she meekly obeyed. The criminal was now cowed, but I was concerned that if I tied her with rope she might be able to escape, like I did, so I took off my pantyhose and used them to hogtie her. Then, I parted her lips with the same black stocking that she had used to gag me, silencing her. I put my uniform back immediately and I was ready to raise the alarm, when I saw with enormous surprise that a blonde cop walked into the office.

Sydney concluded her story and threw daggers with her eyes at the blonde cop. Jenna sighed, ready to tell her side of the story, when Ziva David stopped her. ‘Please, officer Hope, I will take your statement in a second, but I would like to hear Andrea Murphy’s story first’, the pretty olive-skinned investigator said, raising her left hand while she kept writing notes.

The redheaded guard, flushing and surprised, stuttered for a second before she started to narrate her part in last night’s debacle.

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Andrea’s Story
While the mysterious blonde tied and gagged Syd, I mean, Private Maddison. The other criminal pressed a gun in my back and ordered me to take her to the computer’s room, in the main warehouse. She walked behind me, so I did not have a chance to look at her face, but she had a lean built and her skin colour was brown… Errr, I meant olive-coloured, what I wanted to say is that she had a pretty skin tone… The redheaded guard started to sweat profusely, trying to avoid saying something racist, and, in the end, she regained her wits and stopped talking altogether.

The investigator made a gesture at Andrea, looking at her with a slight frown, so she resumed telling her part of the story.

Once we got to the main building, the criminal ordered me to strip, so I took off my uniform and placed my hands on my head, as instructed, wearing only purple lacy panties underneath black pantyhose and a matching purple bra with a cute ribbon on the middle. This time, Ziva David smiled, thanking the security guard for her meticulous description.

The criminal used one of her blonde accomplice’s stockings to blindfold me and she ziptied my hands behind my back and my ankles. Then, I heard how she took the pile of clothes of the floor and started to put on my uniform.

A few moments later, I heard that she swept my card on the computer, and asked me for my password. I remained silent, so she grabbed me and bent me over the desk. Then, she lowered my black pantyhose and started to spank my butt. After a few minutes, I must admit that I told my password to her.

The redhead guard, ashamed, stared at Ziva David to ascertain whether she was in trouble or not, but the investigator did not reveal her thoughts. In fact, the Navy agent was trying to maintain her composure because the image of the redhead guard, bent over the desk and having her round ass spanked, was too vivid and too alluring in her head. After a few seconds of tense silence, Andrea resumed her story.

The criminal started to type on the computer and after a couple of minutes she asked me in which storage unit were the items associated to the K26-7000095 file. I remained silent again, so she pulled down my bra, and started to circle my nipples with her gun. I started to tremble and said that I did not know, but the criminal did not believe me and just shouted ‘Think! Think!’. Suddenly, I felt two of her fingers sliding under my purple panties and caressing my clit, so I shouted that K-26 files were very recent, so the items should be in the storage unit number 17. Gasping, I promised that I did not know anything else, but she was already satisfied, so she took the fingers out my pussy. I mean, vagina.

This time, Ziva David told Andrea that she could not be blamed for helping the criminal under duress, but underneath her calm demeanour, the investigator’s heart raced with trepidation, relishing on the situation described. More comforted this time, the redheaded guard continued her story.

The criminal made me hop to the storage 17, which she opened with my card. I could not see anything because I was blindfolded, but I remembered that this storage unit was one of the biggest of the warehouse and that there were some small pieces of furniture which belonged to a yacht of a drug dealer’s wife which was apprehended last month.

The criminal pushed me to the ground and started to rummage around the room. She clearly knew what she was doing because very soon I heard a click and she said ‘Bingo’. She opened some kind of secret compartment hidden in a drawer and started to empty its content, sharing its findings with me: stacks of cash in different denominations, half a dozen of passports, a gun, several burner phones, dildoes and a vibrator. She enumerated the last two items with glee, but her joy soon disappeared when she realised that whatever she was looking for, it was not there.

She started to search the storage unit frantically, but soon she realised that she was missing something, so she decided to return to the computer to search for additional files. Before leaving, she took the vibrator and, pulling the waistband of my pantyhose, placed it over my crotch, so, in her words, the pleasant buzz would keep me distracted while she finished her business.

The moment she locked the door of the storage unit, I started to wriggle with all my strength. I knew that no matter how much I squirmed, I would not be able to break free from the zipties which bound my hands and ankles, but at least I managed to shook off the damned vibrator, which broke into pieces when it smashed against the floor.

Blindfolded and bound as I was, it was impossible to stand up or to search for something to cut the zipties, but then I had an idea. I rolled over the floor and started to flip the burner phones, hopping that one of them would have some battery left and that I would be able to use it with my hands ziptied behind my back. After four attempts, and Old Motorola responded and, although I did not know the phone’s pin, it allowed me to call 911.

When I finally heard a voice, I tried to explain my situation calmly but quickly. I managed to tell them the location of the warehouse and that two criminals had broken into it and had stolen our uniforms, but when the woman asked me to remain on the line, the phone unfortunately died. I tried to use another burner to no avail, but only a couple of minutes later I heard a police officer coming. We were saved, or so I thought.

The normally kind redheaded guard looked at the two cops with a mixture of anger and disgust. Jenna Hope and Melinda Flores stared at each other and sighed, because they realised that they could no longer postpone the inevitable: it was their turn of telling their side of the story. The Latina cop nervously looked at Ziva David and said that it probably made sense if she spoke first. The investigator nodded approvingly.

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Melinda’s Story
Central command radioed to alert everyone that there was a break-in at a Navy facility and to warn us that the criminals had stolen the security guards’ uniforms, so we were especially cautious. Several units were promptly dispatched, but we happened to be very close to the warehouse because we just had to break off a fight outside a club nearby, so we were the first who arrived.

We saw that there was a suspicious hole in the fence close the entrance and that the warehouse’s lights were suspiciously on. That is why we decided to split. Officer Hope would go to the main gates while I inspected the warehouse.

Unnerved by the investigator’s silence and fixed look on her, the Latina cop hesitated, wondering if she needed to further justify her decision, but she thought that the more excuses she gave, the worst it would look, so the petite policewoman continued her story.

The warehouse door was closed, so I could not enter without probable cause, that is why I shouted ‘This is the police. Is anyone in there?’ a couple of times. I thought that the security guard who called 911 could be there. If not, I hoped that alerting of my presence would make the criminal react, allowing me to enter in the building. To be completely honest, in hindsight I now recognise that it may not have been the smartest decision to do that, but after getting no response either way I decided to put my legal misgivings aside and to enter the warehouse, with the idea of coming up with a probable cause later.

The building looked empty at first sight, but I noticed that there was someone lying down on the floor with her face down, next to a crate. It was a woman. Athletic build. Dark hair. Light-brown skin. A tad lighter than mine and similar to yours, the Latina officer said to the investigator. Ziva David chuckled, appreciating the cop’s candour and lack of concern with saying something inappropriate.

The woman was only wearing white bikini panties and matching bra, and she seemed to be unconscious, so I assumed that she was the guard who called 911. I remembered my training, so I thought that this could be a trap: the criminal might be hiding nearby, ready to attack me when I rushed to help the scantily clad woman. In consequence, I started to inspect the surroundings.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the storage unit number 17, so I walked towards there. Someone was inside, but the door was locked. In that moment, I noticed a pile of clothes hidden next to a nearby crate. I put my gun in the holster and squatted to inspect them. There was a short black skirt, a grey shirt, a black tie and black shoes, a whole security guard uniform! The finding puzzled me and by the time I figured out what was going on it was too late: I felt a presence behind me and I do not remember anything else.

‘So you think that the woman lying on the floor wearing white bikini panties and matching bra was only pretending to be unconscious, but it was actually the criminal who had previously stolen the security guard’s uniform, correct?’ Ziva David asked. Melinda Flores nodded in agreement, embarrassed of her performance.

The Latina cop had no further recollections, so the investigator completed this part of the story for her, following the police record. ‘The criminal rendered you unconscious, most likely by pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform on your face. Then, she stole your uniform. A male cop later mentioned that he remembered a policewoman whose navy-blue pants very tight, making her ass look amazing, and the buttons of her blue shirt were about to burst because of the pressure of her perky tits, but he did not anything else of it, so he did not inform his superiors. Your colleagues finally found you stashed inside a crate, wearing only black panties and matching bra. Your ankles and hands were bound with zipties and your mouth was gagged with tape’, Ziva David summarised in the most neutral tone she could, because in fact she found the image of the petite Latina bound and gagged in her underwear very appealing.

After an awkward moment of silence, Jenna Hope said: ‘I guess it is now the time I tell my side of the story’. The blonde cop felt the hatred look of Sydney Maddison, but she ignored it and tried to speak confidently.

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Jenna’s Story
Like Officer Flores said, when we arrived to the Navy’s facility we decided to split, so I went to the office that is near the entrance. The door was ajar, so I drew my gun and entered shouting ‘This is the police. Raise your hands’.

At that moment, Sydney wanted to intervene, but an authoritative gesture of Ziva David compelled the blonde guard to shut up and let the blonde cop to continue her story.

The situation I found was perplexing, but it fitted the information we had: a blonde woman with curly hair, wearing only white lacy panties and matching lacy bra, laid on the floor. Her mouth was gagged with a black stocking and her hands and ankles were cleverly restrained with pantyhose, hogtying her. The other woman, a short, curvy blonde, was wearing the Modern Walkyries’ uniform, so I assumed that she was the criminal, who had stolen the clothes from the now bound, gagged and scantily clad security guard. Consequently, I ordered her to raise her hands.

The woman wearing the security guard’s uniforms started to protest and to insult me. When I informed her of the call we received, she told me that she was the real security guard, who had managed to break free, subdue her captor and recover her clothes. The story seemed implausible, so I ordered her to take off the gag of the other woman’s mouth and to untie her, so I could hear her side of the story. After a lot of complaining, she begrudgingly accepted to take off the stocking of the blonde’s mouth but not to untie her.

The blonde with the curly hair, gasping for air, thanked me for my quick arrival and said that she was the real security guard. She had managed to call 911 while the criminal was distracted, but she had found her and captured her again. The short, curvy blonde was furious, so she pulled the hogtied woman’s curly hair, calling her a lying bitch, and vehemently argued that her partner, a redhead named Andrea Murphy, must have been the one who escaped and alerted the police.

I quickly scanned the screens of the security cameras, but I only saw my partner at the entrance of the main warehouse. There were no signs of this other guard, so I thought that the most straightforward story was the truth, and I ordered the short, curvy blonde to untie the curvy blonde with the curly hair, who I thought was the real security guard, and to return the stolen uniform. She reluctantly agreed to free her, but refused to take off her clothes. Her reaction gave me pause and made me wonder if she was the one actually telling the truth, and she was actually the real security guard, who had managed to turn the tables on the criminal. However, the blonde with the curly hair, pointing at the security cameras, said that my partner had left the warehouse and was walking towards here, so we could wait until she came back to clarify the situation.

Full of doubts, I agreed that it was the best solution, so I drew my gun at both of them and ordered them to put their hands on their heads because I could not really trust any of them.

When I heard some steps I relaxed a bit, thinking that it was my partner, Officer Flores, who had come back, but suddenly I saw the blonde with curly hair’s devious smile and realised that something was wrong. It was too late though: I was tasered and felt to the ground, so the blonde criminal rushed and quickly took my gun.

I could not see my assailant very well, only that she was wearing my partner’s clothes. The mysterious woman told the blonde with curly hair to take my police uniform and escape because the place soon would be swarmed with cops. She tossed a backpack at her and quickly left.

‘Stupid cow! If you had only listened to me, those fucking bitches would not have escaped. How could you be so stupid?’ Sydney interrupted the story, shouting.
‘How could I know that your outlandish story was true? We were told that the criminals had stolen the guards’ uniforms, so I have all the reasons to believe that you were one of the assaulters, not a real Valkyrie. It is not my fault that you are a dumb bitch who cannot not explain herself’, Jenna angrily replied.

Ziva David stood up and ended the heated discussion between the blonde cop and the blonde security guard with a swift gesture, although she could not hide that she was amused by the situation. Then, the investigator asked Jenna Hope to finish her story, being as detailed as possible.

The criminal pointed the gun at the security guard and ordered her to strip, so she lost her uniform for a second time that night. The blonde guard, now wearing only pink lacy panties and matching bra, was ordered to sit on a swivel chair. The criminal took my handcuffs and used them to restrain her, handcuffing the blonde guard’s hands behind her back. Then she quickly rummaged through the backpack left by her partner and took three zipties, which she used to tie the guard’s ankles and thighs and to tie her waist to the swivel chair. This time, she clearly did not want to give her a chance to escape. As a final touch, she produced a ball-gag from the backpack, which she used to silence the guard, who was furiously wriggling and yelling.

By that time, I was starting to recover some mobility, but I was not able to defend myself. The criminal took off my shoes and peeled off my navy-blue pants. She was in a rush, but that did not prevent her from taking advantage of the situation: she caressed my legs and teasingly pulled the waistband of my black panties, saying that she was sorry that she had to leave so early. Then, she took of my tie and quickly unbuttoned my shirt. Nonetheless, she found the time to lower my black lacy bra, revealing my breasts, and to grope them.

She ziptied my hands behind my back and then she lifted me up. By that time my legs were a bit wobbly but I could stand and walk, so she pushed me towards the blonde guard and forced me to sit on her lap. Then, she took an additional pair of handcuffs from the backpack, which she used to tie my ankles to the chair, and a ball-gag to silence my protests. After that, she used the guard’s pantyhose to tie her and me together, our breasts rubbing each other’s. The backpack was, however, a never-ending trove of nefarious tools. The criminal produced two small vibrators and placed them in our pussies… I mean, vaginas, and quickly put on my clothes.

By then, we could hear the police sirens outside the building, but by the time we were rescued, the criminal had already used my uniform to blend into the dozens of police officer who had arrived.

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The two security guards and the two policewomen stared at Ziva David in silence while the investigator went through her notes. After a few minutes, she said: ‘I think we are done for today. I would like to go through the evidence found on the scene, but you ladies can go home now’.

The two cops did not need the investigator to tell them that a second time, and immediately scampered, wrapped in blankets to cover their modesty; although the police report was full of pictures of them bound and gagged in their underwear, and they knew that these were always ‘mysteriously’ leaked to the press sooner than later.

The two security guards left the room after the cops. However, they wanted a word with the investigator, so they waited outside the office until Ziva David picked up her things. ‘My partner wants to tell you something, Ms. David’, the blonde security guard said, elbowing Andrea.

After a few seconds of hesitance, the redheaded guard blurted out: ‘I omitted something from the report: I believe that I know what the criminals were looking for. Before the police freed me from the zipties, I managed to get rid of the blindfold on my own. Do you remember that I mentioned that the second criminal placed a vibrator on my crotch and it broke into pieces when I managed to take it off? I realised that there was a tiny tube, the size of a thumb, inside it’.

Ziva David could not hide a tinge of excitement, but she tried to remain professional and sternly asked: ‘why you did not inform of this to the police? Where is that tube now?’.

Cowed, the redheaded guard fell silent, but her partner jumped in: ‘Apologies Ms. David: it is my fault. I told Andrea to wait until we talked to a federal office. To be honest, we feared that if we told the police, they would take all the credit while only blaming us for last night’s events. The cops did not process it as evidence, so Andrea kept the tiny tube. It is now in her locker’.

This time, Ziva David beamed with a smile and said: ‘Do not worry about it, we will find a way of sorting this out. You did well, ladies’.

Andrea walked the investigator to the locker room while Jenna waited for them outside the building. After a few minutes, the blonde guard decided to go for a smoke near the dumpsters. ‘Drea and Ms. David probably ran into our boss. Ms. Bale will be very happy when she hears about it, all things considered. We might even get a raise!’ She thought with confidence.

Jenna realised that she did not have a lighter and cursed herself, but the blonde security guard saw a military SUV parked nearby, the vehicle which brought Ziva David to the facility, and thought that maybe the investigator’s driver, who stood next to the car, would have one. The driver was a curvy, blonde woman with curly hair. She was wearing the Navy’s formal uniform, consisting of a knee-length white skirt, white short-sleeved shirt, navy-blue tie, black shoes and a white hat with a navy-blue band. It was somehow surprising that the woman did not wear her hair on a ponytail or a bum, but Jenna was more surprised when the woman turned around a little bit and she saw her face: it was the blonde criminal who had attacked her last night!

The blonde security guard’s heart raced with trepidation. She did not know why that fucking bitch was wearing that uniform, but it was time to get revenge. The impersonator had not seen Jenna, so she had no time to react when the Walkyrie appeared in front of her, pointing a gun at her face. Jenna pushed the criminal blonde against the SUV and kicked her to spread her legs. She knew that searching her was unnecessary, but she thoroughly enjoyed running her hands up and down the criminal’s legs and to grope her round ass and wholesome breast, relishing that she was now in control. However, the blonde security guard had to stop the frisking when she heard a thump coming from the trunk of the SUV, so she ordered the criminal to open it. When she did, Jenna could believe what she saw.

A tall brunette in her twenties, who wore her hair in a bun, laid down unconscious on the trunk, bound and gagged with tape. The attractive woman was only wearing yellow lacy panties underneath light-brown pantyhose and matching bra, so Jenna could easily figure out that she was the owner of the Navy uniform that the blonde criminal was currently wearing.

However, that was not the most shocking reveal. Next to the tall brunette, there was another woman: a gorgeous woman in her thirties with olive skin, dark hair and a lean built. She was bound and gagged in her underwear as well, but, unlike the Navy woman, she was furiously yet futilely struggling against her bonds. Her hands tightly taped behind her back and so were her ankles and thighs, while further strips of tape had been used to gag and blindfold her. She was only wearing white cheeky panties and matching white bra.

Shaken by the discovery, Jenna ordered the blonde criminal to remove the woman’s gag and blindfold. The blonde security guard had a bad feeling about this and, once the pretty investigator was able to speak, her story confirmed the Walkyrie’s worst fears: She was the real Ziva David!

The blonde criminal had impersonated the driver who was taking Ziva David to the Navy facility to conduct the investigation regarding last night break-in. While the pretty agent was reading the police reports, the impostor drove them to a secluded dead-alley, where her accomplice was waiting. A woman with a bit more than a passing resemblance with the investigator emerged from the shadows and ordered Ziva to strip off her clothes. While the mysterious woman put on the investigator’s crisp, white shirt, tailored navy-blue pants, black short-heeled boots and badge, the false military woman restrained her, gagged her and blindfold her with tape. Then, she forced her to hop to the trunk, where a brunette, her real driver, laid unconscious, bound and gagged in her yellow underwear and brown pantyhose. Ziva tried to resist, so the criminal spanked her pert butt, but the investigator did not cease to wriggle and squirm for a second, so when they finally reach their destination, they parked in a secluded place.

‘Code Red. Code Red. There are two intruders who pretend to be Ziva David and her driver. I have detained the criminal disguised as a military woman but the other remains at large’, Jenna frantically radioed to alert the Modern Walkyries in the building. The blonde security guard kept her attention on the blonde criminal, pointing a gun at her, so she failed to notice the change in Ziva David’s attitude, who was still tightly bound with tape. The investigator was no longer angry, but her face grew livid, realising that there was nothing she could do to prevent the imminent disaster. Unfortunately for the pretty Navy agent and the blonde security guard, when the latter noticed a presence looming over her, the second criminal was pressing a gun on her back.

The pretty, olive-skinned woman who had impersonated Ziva David was now wearing different clothes: a black skirt, a grey shirt, a black tie and black shoes. More specifically, she was wearing Andrea’s uniform. ‘Am I not lucky? You alert the Walkyries that I am an impostor and your partner is so kind that, besides finding what I was looking for last night, she is willing to give me her clothes to help me escape’, the criminal said, showing her a tiny tube. Then, her accomplice merrily added: ‘I will have to do the same then’.

Jenna looked at the blonde criminal’s wolfish grin and the brunette’s threatening gun and realised that, for a third time, luck was not on her side, so she loosened her tie and started to unbutton her grey shirt.

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The clicking of two pairs of heels resonated in the empty corridor, announcing to the four women who waited in the room of the arrival of the two visitors. Special Agent Lydia Wallace and Special Agent Sonia Hernandez, however, stopped for a second before opening the door to have a last look at the report.

No one had a clue of what was inside the mysterious tiny tube obtained by the criminals, so the two federal agents reread the chronology of the events and had a last glance at the most recent images added to the file. First, they saw the picture of a voluptuous redhead inside a locker, bound and gagged with tape while wearing only purple lacy panties underneath black pantyhose and matching bra. In the next picture, a curvy blonde laid next to a dumpster, her hands were taped behind her back while more tape had been used to circle her ankles and thighs, but what caught the eye of the investigator was the gag used by the criminals: a pair of lacy white panties had been stuffed in the security guard’s mouth and her own brown pantyhose had been used to keep the improvised gag in place. Finally, a tall brunette and Ziva David, the famous Navy investigator, had been found bound and gagged in their underwear in the trunk of their SUV. The military woman was still unconscious when the Walkyries arrived, but that was not the case of Ziva David, whose anger could be perceived in the picture. Agent Wallace’s eyes, however, were fixed on the olive-skinned beauty’s alluring curves and pretty face because she looked absolutely stunning bound, gagged and blindfolded with tape while wearing only white cheeky panties and matching bra.

Taking a deep breath, Agent Wallace closed the folder and opened the door, realising that four pairs of eyes stared at her and her partner. The two security guards, the military woman and Ziva David were wrapped in blankets, covering their scantily clad bodies. While the other three women looked ashamed, the Navy investigator remained fiercely angry. However, once again, the federal agent’s attention was drawn elsewhere: she was so focused on Ziva’s enticing legs that she even caught a glimpse of her white cheeky panties.

‘It is good to read reports and conduct interviews of women who had their uniforms stolen when it is not me’, the federal agent cynically thought. Then, looking at the women, she said: ‘In this day and age, having our clothes stolen by criminals is unfortunately common, but I have never seen such a streak of bad luck. Anyway, let’s skip the formalities, so we can finish this quickly and you can all go home, because talking about what happened will not be of much help to catch these criminals, to be honest’. Then, looking at the pretty brunette investigator, she concluded: ‘Miss David, you are probably needed elsewhere, so let’s start with you: how did you end up bound and gagged in your underwear?’.

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first of all, Torreken , thanks for being back...
you know I loved Ziva David as much as I hated Cote De Pablo, that filthy w*****e, she destroyed NCIS the series, just because she was bored...



you know, mixed feelings

[Torreken]

I am glad to be back. Hopefully I can finish the second installment of the Uniform-Stealing Mystery series in the next couple of weeks.

I have never watched a single episode of the show and I did not know who the actress was until I searched for her to know how she looks like

[andyv2k14]

Always a treat to have you post new content, m8. Cheers!

[Torreken]

Thanks! Hopefully I can write something else soon.