" Of Mice and Cops"

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Of Mice and Cops
by Lord-Storm,






Part 1

Susanna saw the blue flashing lights in the mirror and sighed, "now what?" she said to the woman sat beside her, as she pulled over for the patrol car in the nearest layby.
The layby was quiet and even at this time of this early autumn evening the road was surprisingly quiet.

The 2 women sat in the large dark Lexus company saloon were, Susanna Gerrard, a 25 year old brunette, slender, her long dark hair tied back with a scrunchy into a ponytail and not unattractive, even in her designer glasses. Beside her sat Cheryl Fox, her manager and colleague, an athletic and very fit 42 year old, whose fitness regime and her good looks belied her age. Her long auburn hair cascaded onto the collar of the dark blue pinstripe jacket and and crisp white blouse she wore beneath.

The doors of the patrol car opened and in the fading evening light they heard the sounds of soft foot falls and looked in the mirrors to see the two female police officers approaching the car from both sides.
They were local patrol cops as they wore the dark blue skirts, tunics and cravats, with dark hosed legs, normally associated with beat officers, the bowler style hard hats on their heads. How had Susanna missed them and more to the point what had she done wrong.

"May I see your drivers licence" the red headed officer, with a rather harsh but young face asked Susanna, who sat in the cars drivers seat. The younger woman handed it over and the officer looked over it almost nonchalantly, meanwhile her blonde colleague seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in the vehicle.
"What did i do wrong" enquired the younger woman.
"You ran a red light about half a mile back Up the road" came the reply.
"what red light" asked Cheryl with annoyance.
Suddenly the blonde officer said "would you both mind stepping out of the car and around to the kerb on the drivers side"

Reluctantly both women climbed from the car and did as they were told. Now the matching dark blue above the knee pinstripe skirts, hosed legs and dark blue "3" heels were visible. Once around the far side of the car Cheryl began to protest quite vehemently
"look what is going on, what have we done"
"Be quiet and put your hands on the roof of your car and spread your legs apart"
and as if to reinforce this request the blonde flicked out the telescopic baton, with a deft wrist movement.
The red headed officer began to feel her way up and down Susanna's nubile body, a little to personally for her liking, as she felt her 34D breast fondled, before the lower hands ran over her hips, around her firm buttocks and then down the smooth nude nylon hose with the dark contrast seams.

"This ones wearing stockings, you can feel the sussies through her tight skirt" the red head informed her colleague.
"What about the other one" asked the blonde cop.
Cheryl was then subjected to the same humiliating body search and fondling, finishing with the hands running down the coffee coloured sheer rhts that covered firm calves, "shes wearing some kind of girdle with sussies too" the woman laughed.

"Look what do you want" asked Cheryl " we're couriers for the Goldman Bank and Diamond exchange making a delivery, you can check our credentials"
"Thanks" said the blonde "we already Knew that, but you've just confirmed that your carrying what were after"
The road was suddenly a little darker and quieter, with a wood on the side where they all stood and far enough from the road, so as anyone passing by would be put off being too inquisitive by the police car and the 2 uniformed officers dealing with suspects.

"Right You with the glasses retrieve the cases, you" the blonde adressed Cheryl,
"start taking your clothes off" she ordered. Before Cheryl could protest, the blonde officer made to hit her "hurry or i'll beat you unconcious and do it myself "
This was a new and sinister turn of events but quickly Cheryl complied.
"Don't worry" smirked the red head "you'll soon be doing the same" as she watched the pert backside of the pretty bespectacled brunette wiggle in front of her, the outline of her suspenders and skimpy briefs visible beneath the taut skirt, as she retrieved the 3 attache cases.
Meanwhile Cheryl had removed her blue pinstripe suit, dark neck tab tie and white blouse, along with her pale blue full silky slip and now stood in black corselette and garters holding up her coffee colour nylons, the outline of hi waist briefs beneath, heels still on feet. Rejoining her work associate, Susanna was now forced to do the same, except she wore no slip, so her shapely curves were soon on display, to reveal that she was wearing a pink lacy wonderbra, suspenders and a pair of Pink lacy KINKY KNICKERS, that were now being manufactured in the recently opened UK underwear factory and were fast becoming popular at retailers, along with her nude, dark contrast seamed stockings.
"Turn around and put your hands beind your backs palms out" demanded the red head.
Instantly complying, both women felt the rigid handcuffs applied and locked in place.
"Why? Why are the police robbing us" asked Susanna.
"Because their not the police" chimed in Cheryl.

Part 2


The dark red Ford pulled into the parking area of the restaurant that adjoined
the fuel stop. It was earlier the same day and the cars 3 occupants, a blonde in
the driving seat and a red head sat next to her, were both in their late 20s the
girl onthe back seat with the shiny mousey brown hair was about 20 and was the
younger sister of the cars driver. Fern was the blondes name and herred headed
companion was Tara, the younger girl was Britt. They were there with a purpose
in mind, they were planning to get an increase in finances by ripping off the
nearby bank and diamond exchange. They had cased the place and had formulated a
plan and everything was now prepared.


"Keep your eyes open and ring if anything should happen" Fern advised Britt, in
a very posh voice. Britt replied in kind. All 3 girls were well educated but
lacked excitement and had found some outlet inup till now petty crime. As the
older women made there way into the restaurant to get some take out food,they
noticed a Vauxhall Hatchback patrol car parked, therewas a single occupant inthe
passenger seat and on closer inspection, both noticed the bowler style hat with
chequered band on the rear seat, a girl cop they concluded. Drawing level the
glanced in to where a pretty brunette WPC sat writing in her notebook, oblivious
to the fact that her uniform skirt had ridden up to reveal her dark hosed
shapely mid thighs and that she was now being eyed by the 2 women. "Probably has
a male partner with her" Tara observed sarcastically.
Just then the door opened and an equally attractive female officer exited,
bowler style hat perched on blonde hair held in a short ponytail by a hair
elastic carrying 2 polystyrene coffee cups. Both women watched her as they
entered restaurant. When they exited the car was still their and both WPCs sat
hats off drinking and chatting, drawing admiring glances from the many male from
drivers nearby.

Climbing back in the car Tara said "i 've had an idea, did you pack extra
stuff."
Realising where she was going, a smile Crossed Ferns face "more then enough"
"Listen Britt a slight change of plan, but if this works things may go a little
easier" and the new plan was aired.
Pulling up by the patrol car they revved the engine of the Ford before wheel
spinning from the car park. As hoped they saw the headlights of the patrol car
and the blue flashing lights come on.
Good now all they had to do was pull in somewhere out of the way. Rounding a
corner they saw an old closed workshop and pulled in. Britt exited quickly and
hid, as the other 2 waited for the patrol car to pull in behind. With luck they
had only observed Fern and Tara.
Blonde haired Zara Thompson climbed from the drivers side and placed her bowler
style hat on her head, approaching Ferns side of the car. Good just the 1 to
deal with initially. As she drew level with the door, Fern swung it out,
knocking her off her feet and was quickly upon WPC, as winded she tried to
recover. Fern sat on her chest, grabbing a wrist and covering the young
constables nose and mouth, blocking the intake of air.
Meanwhile WPC Yasmine Croft was about to call for assistance when her door was
opened and before she could talk a chemical soaked cloth was pressed firmly over
her face, her still buckled seatbelt restricting any chance to fight off Britt,
who was quite agile and had managed to sneak up unnoticed.
Tara jumped out to help Fern restrain the struggling blonde officer and with her
arms held and Ferns hand covering her nose and mouth, not to mention the weight
on her chest Zara soon blacked out.
Recovering quickly Tara said "Good, lets relieve these girls of their clothes
and make them a little less comfortable.

With the patrol car and their own hidden behind the building and Britt keeping
watch, Tara and Fern had worked out that brunette Yasmine's uniform would fit
Fern and vice versa for blonde Zara and red headed Tara.
Laying them 1 across the patrol cars rear seat, the other in the back of the
ford, they began to rapidly divest the 2 pretty officers of their uniforms.

Part 3

Britt kept watch as Tara and Fern began stripping their unconcious victims. Fern
had picked up Zara's hat from where it had fallen during her pointless struggle
to remain concious and ultimately retaining her clothes.
Both girls unbuttoned the girls tunics before slipping each arm out and off
their shoulders, revealing the crisp white long sleeved cotton shirts, tucked
into the dark uniform skirts. They unclipped the 2 girls chequered cravats from
their necks to reveal the cotton shirts pulled tight over firm ample bust the
outline of bra's visible, the material clinging to shapely figures. They placed
these items neatly on the 2 cars respective front seats.

"Britt fetch the stuff from the cars boot to gag them with in case they wake up"
said Tara.
A few short minutes later and the 2 sleeping WPCs were having some cotton
panties thumbed into their mouths, until their cheeks bulged and a large piece
of white microfoam tape stretched and pressed over moist glossy lips, the
outlines of which showed through the tape. Now gagged the girls continued to
undress the policewomen, unlacing and removing the dark leather shoes and
slipping them off the dark opaque nyloned feet. Next came the skirts, the narrow
belt around the waist undone, before they were rolled onto their chest so as the
small button could be undone and the zipper drawn down. Placing thumbs in the
waistband the skirts were tugged off over full shapely hips and down two pairs
of lovely athletic legs encased in dark nylon control top pantyhose, neither WPC
wore a slip, so their panties were revealed beneath the slightly darker gossamer
of the control top hose pulled above the underwear.
Zara had elected to wear black and red floral print hi waist cotton panties,
whilst Yasmine had on a skimpier pair of pink lacy briefs with lace trim and a
small bow in the centre.

"Wow, thats a bonus" exclaimed a slightly excited Tara.
"Not now" said Fern knowing her friends taste and glancing at her watch, "it's
3.45pm and we have just over an hour before the stuff leaves.
Snapping back to reality the girls speeded up and rolling the girl cops back
over,deftly unfastened the white uniform shirts cuffs and front buttons,
slipping them off shoulders and toned bodies, revealing Zara's 32EE breast in a
cotton bra to match her panties and Yasmines matching pink lacy bra rising and
falling with her breathing containing her 36Ds.
As Fern stripped and changed into her disguise, slipping on a spare pair of the
dark pantyhose their two captives had been carrying(its procedure so as they are
always well presented) Britt and Tara set about securing the 2 girl cops.


Part 4

Zara started to come too just as she was being carried to the trunk of her
patrol car. She was hit by several sensations at once, the first being the cool
air against the soft flesh of her toned upper body and arms, then the fact that
she appeared to be unable to move her limbs. As her eyes focused she realised
she was being carried by 2 people, and she no longer wore her uniform, because
she could now see her underwear and both pantyhosed legs. A young woman had hold
of her hosed ankles, which were bound with rope that had been looped around then
though, to form a secure knot, this process had been repeated at her calves,
above her knees and around her firm thighs. A brief twist of her upper body
revealed both hands bound behind her, the rope tight around crossed wrist, arms
pinned to the curvy figure and held against the body by more turns looped and
lashed around the lower arms, passing just above the waistband of her hose. More
had been tied around her upper arms and under her cleavage, then again above her
bust over the chest and under each arm the ends passing over each shoulder and
finally being tied off at the wrist, keeping the spine stiff and straight.

The Blonde constable tried to protest but the only sound that escaped was a
muffled "Guurmmphm mmum mphhff"
Fern laughed "Sorry didn't quite catch that, must be the panties taped in your
mouth"
Zara strained to see the second woman and caught sight of the numbers on the
tunics shoulder epaulettes 6534, Yasmines number, so she had also been grabbed
and was obviously stripped, gagged and tied up to. The blonde WPC let out an
exasperated "urummphf" from behind her gag, as she was dumped amongst the
equipment in the cramped boot.
Tara smoothed out her new disguise, running her hands down her own dark
pantyhose clad legs to get any wrinkles out before checking herself in the
police cars mirror, then placing the bowler style hat on her head she helped
Fern remove the stripped and bound, underwear clad brunette girl cop. Still out
cold Yasmine did not feel herself dumped in the patrol cars trunk. Both WPCs had
been placed in the same way so as Zara was looking at Yasmines back.
Their captors determined that the cramped space of the cars trunk would prevent
them from moving into a position where they might try to untie each other.

"WURF GURM TU HUPPMPH TU UFFH" Zara began to protest," if you stay quiet you'll
be okay" replied Tara " if we planned to do you any real harm we wouldn't have
bothered tying you up" She tried to reassure the young blonde officer "ssshh".
This failed to placate Zara so a chloroform soaked pad was administered and
slowly the hazel eyed blonde fell silent her eyes flutering shut.
Closing the cars tail Tara told Britt " go and watch the offices, when the goods
are on the move call us on the mobile then we'll go into action"
Britt climbed into the red ford and made her way back up the road , as Fern and
Tara in their newly aquired police uniforms, climbed into the patrol car and set
off to put the final phase of the plan into action.



Part 5

The ruse had worked and as Britt pulled up, Fern set about getting some more rope and the material for gagging their 2 new captives. As Tara filled the lady couriers mouths with some racy expensive lace panties and sealed them in with 2 large strips of microfoam tape, smoothed over glossy lips still mewling their protest, Fern finished off binding the womens sheer stocking clad legs from ankle to thigh, before running ropes around their wrist above the cuffs and cinching the arms above the elbows forcing the shoulders back uncomfortably, until the elbows touched.
Then both arms were secured to the lingerie clad bodies with ropes run around the lower arms and waist, below and above the bust, upper arms, pulled tight enough to squeeze the firm pairs of breast to almost overflow their cups. The Pretty bespectacled brunette was the first one completely bound and still in her heels, supported by Fern was forced to bunny hop to the LEXUS trunk, her dark ponytail swishing from side to side, sitting on the trunks lip, she was then tipped gently in, where upon she began to test her bonds, snorting as the gag restricted breathing. Next Cheryl was forced to do the same and the 2 fake policewomen watched them struggle, as they tried to find a loose knot, both women laid back to back.
Britt appeared holding 2 items and handed them to Tara, one was a small jar of peanut butter whilst the other was a small bag made of canvas material which seemed to move. First removing the police issue leather gloves, Tara now dipped her fingers into the jar and removed several large globs of peanut butter which she placed in the 2 captives crotch area of their underwear and another in between their breast. Both women began to mewl "worph da fufths gurrn um" what kind of kinky game was this. Just then Britt pulled 2 small grey creatures from the bag and held them by their tails.
"Mice love peanut butter, they bait traps with it drives them crazy" Tara mused to her 2 frantic captives as they realised what was about to happen. "Don't worry" teased Britt "they only want the peanut"
The 2 creatures were dropped in, amid panicked squealing from the bound and gagged human females, and then she closed the trunk to muffle the noise.

Fern went to the rear of the police patrol car and opened the trunk. The 2 WPCs now concious squinted at the light,and the soft "murmm hurmm mmm gurph" emitted from behind their gags.
Fern then repeated the scene Tara had just played out with the peanut butter, to the dismay of the female officers.
"We have a little present for you" announced Fern, and 2 more tiny mice were produced. .
The 2 horrified policewomen began to squeal and screech from behind their gags, wriggling uselessly, as the furry creatures were dropped onto their writhing bodies.
"See Britt" Tara laughed "Even female officers of the law are scared of Mice"
"At least they will have two nice pairs of t*ts to curl up in when their finshed" remarked Britt before shutting off the sight of the squirming, squealing WPCs.

Changing into their own clothes and putting the couriers stolen clothes in 1 large bin bag and the stolen uniforms in another the 3 posh little crooks left the 2 abandoned cars in the layby. It would be several hours before following up a report and being unable to raise Zara or Yasmine, the 2 couriers and the 2 WPCs would be discovered stripped, tied and gagged and thoroughly exhausted from their struggles, a small grey mouse nestled oontentedly asleep in each girls cleavage.