Uniform Stealing Board

Chapter 11
Natalie was sitting on an armchair, her hands and legs taped to the arms and legs of the seat. Her lifted skirt revealed her black stockings and garters and her tiny pink panties; her unbuttoned blouse showed that her perky boobs were out of the correspondingly pink bra. She was panty-gagged with Jennifer’s racy black thong, duct tape sealing her mouth. All in all, she felt much luckier than her friend and the Lieutenant.
Jennifer was lying down on the conference’s central table, with her hands tied to her back, and wearing only her garters and stockings. She had to service Zoe’s pussy while the criminal was kneeling onto her face, fondling her freckled and meaty breasts. Susan had decided to team-up with her partner, so she was licking the intern’s pussy with fruition at the same time. Lieutenant Daniels did not far better. After some resistance, she ended up eating Ursula’s pussy on her knees at gunpoint, with her hands handcuffed behind her back, her slip and bra gone, and her panties down to her ankles. To add salt to the injury, the veteran cop had had to endure a stern spanking for refusing to comply.
Unfortunately for the raiders, their party was put to an abrupt end by the deafening sound of the station’s alarm. Ursula jumped from her seat. ‘What the fuck is going on? Did we miss anyone?’ She pondered. She told Zoe and Susan to secure the three women and join her as soon as possible while she hastily put her pants on and sprinted towards the reception with two guns in her hands.
After a short run, she found the source of their problem: Victoria Reyes had managed to untie herself and had raised the alarm. The Latina officer put her hands on her head when she saw Ursula pointing her with both guns. Although she was wearing only her black thong, her smug face revealed she had achieved what she wanted.
Victoria’s cockiness pushed her to brag in front of her captor. Joanna had been able to loosen her bonds a little bit during the failed rescue attempt, but Zoe was so distracted with her lust that she failed to check the ropes. After a long struggle, Victoria freed herself and ran for help, promising her fellow captives that she would return for them. The cop went straight to the reception and raised the alarm; however, once she checked the cameras, she realised that the station had fallen, so she sent a distress signal to the car patrols. She even had time to warn her colleagues that the assailants might be wearing police uniforms. ‘This place will be swarmed with cops within a few minutes’, the Latina proudly concluded. Ursula was enraged, but controlled her desire to remove the insolent smile from the officer’s face with her fists. They had to do something. They could not use their uniforms to facilitate the scape; and a hostage situation would end with the three raiders dead when a SWAT Team showed up. By chance, Ursula caught a glimpse of the camera pointing at the station’s entrance and realised that the odds were in her favour one more time.

Chapter 12
Don O’Callaghan and his partner, Maddie Johnson, were the first officers who arrived to St Sebastian’s. They approached the main gate cautiously, but they only saw two cleaning ladies with their trolley, waiting next to the closed entrance. The cops asked them if they had seen anything abnormal, but the women, a Latina and a young strawberry blonde, told them that they had been waiting to get into the station, like every night, but no one answered the intercom. The cops told them to leave immediately, so the cleaning ladies pushed their surprisingly heavy trolley back to their van, leaving the precinct.
More cruisers reached the station, creating a pandemonium of sirens and lights. After a few minutes, 16 cops decided to get into the station without waiting for Cpt Mitchells, who was taking his sweet time to arrive. An emergency key was provided and the officers entered the silent station. Once they reached the reception, they found their restrained colleagues and studied the cameras. There was no sign of the attackers, only a trail of captives spread through the building. Once the cops from the reception desk told them their story, a pair of officers was sent to explore the suspicious cruiser from Royal Town which was parked at the entrance. After forcing the lock, the cops found two women tied together just wearing their underwear in the trunk. Once they were free, they told their ordeal, providing what initially the police thought was the origins-story of the assault.
The rest of the captives provided the missing pieces of the puzzle. The naked and panty-gagged Sylvia and the hung-up officers of the gym, Patricia and Stella, offered quite a sight. Male cops could not confess how much they enjoyed rescuing their partners while her female partners had a range of feelings: relief for being spared of this humiliation, empathy for the hapless prisoners and, in some occasions, satisfaction. Patricia’s shame was secretly celebrated by some of her partners who hated the arrogant officer. However, no sight could compare to the one the rescuers found in the conference room. Natalie was still tied to the same armchair but her friend Jennifer and Lieutenant Daniels had been secured in an original yet humiliating form. This time, Susan had exceeded herself tying the naked women -except for their garters and stocking- together in a 69-position. Despite the lack of time, the thug was able to tighten the ropes in a way that both women had their faces deep buried in each other pussies. Days later some pictures of the scene were uploaded to the Internet, although the origin of the source remains unknown.
The restrooms were the last place searched and the one who provided more answers. Kelly and Sgt Claire’s story helped to reconstruct the earlier phases of the attack. While Joanna’s testimony was more secondary to the investigation, the third booth allowed the cops to connect all the dots. Two beautiful Latina women were tied back to back in their white underwear, with their hands secured to their ankles. Once the cloths who gagged their mouths were removed, they could tell their rescuers how they had been jumped by two policewomen the moment they set foot on the station. These women took their clothes and trolley with them. The officers cursed their luck: by now the assailants had surely fled from town. Only one question remained unanswered: where was officer Reyes? She has been the one who called for help.
At the time, Victoria Reyes was suffering the consequences of her bravado. Once Ursula saw that a cleaning crew was at the station’s entrance, a plan quickly formed in her mind. She let the two cleaning ladies in only to be attacked by Zoe and Susan, who quickly subdued them and took their clothes. They used the cleaning rags and cloths to tie and gag Victoria, who was forced to get in the trolley with Ursula. Ursula surrounded the captive’s neck and torso with her arms from behind and surrounded her waist with her legs, so the beautiful Latina officer could not alert her partners while the fake cleaning ladies talked to the cops at the entrance of the station. After their daring and lucky scape, Susan was driving the cleaning crew’s van while Zoe and Ursula savoured their prisoner in the back of the van.
Victoria was found by the police one hour later. The Latina officer was naked, panty-gagged and hogtied. The criminals had fondled her and licked her pussy to later force the defeated cop to service them until they came, which they did several times. Not happy with that, the criminals had taped a fully-charged Satisfier, which they found in one the cleaning ladies’ purse, to her clit before leaving her. The pretty policewoman’s embarrassment when her colleagues found her was impossible to hide. She had been the most defiant cop of the station and she had paid the price.
The criminals had made a change of vehicle before leaving town and, by the time the cops found the missing officer, they were out of reach. Descriptions of the attackers were distributed to the nearby towns and counties, but to no avail. Ursula received half a million dollars from Mr. I for her services, a sum she gladly shared with Zoe and Susan. Mr. I was impressed of her resourcefulness but, deep down, Ursula knew that her initial plan was ludicrous and only luck had saved the day. In any case, she was happy as a clam and ready for new adventures.
THE END

Torreken, my friend... did you read the stories from the "Grabber park Estate" saga by Dave Dorc?

this could be the starting point of the 'American' version

I have read a couple, although I have not thought about the similarities to be honest.
I might write another story or two, but I do not think I will have the time for much else. Also, I feel a bit limited by my English: my vocabulary is not very big in certain areas which are key to the genre.