Uniform Stealing Board

A small town in the southwest USA in the summer...

"Goddamnit, Carla you can't keep traipsing in here anything time you damn well please! It's over, how many times must I tell you this before you get it into your noggin?" said an exasperated Jenna Sands, a 22-year-old recent beauty school graduate from the local town of Marshall, AZ. The person whom she was having this heated discussion with was her old HS juvenile delinquent girlfriend Carla Sykes. Carla was well known to all in this sleepy small town as the local bane in an almost crime free sanctuary. Police had been called to Jenna's mom's house several times but now the calls were becoming more frequent.

"Carla, I've already called the cops, and they are on their way, again" growled Jenna's voluptuous mom Mandy. Honey, you need to find Jesus or someone else to fuck and leave my daughter be with your devilish ways. She's over your spell."

"Listen you old bitch, it's over when I say it's over and I'm not even close to stopping from munching on her carpet. If you play your cards right, I can squeeze you in when I'm finished with her. Since you ran her daddy off, I know you are not getting any so be nice and hell we can even do a threesome."

"Carla, you are so gross what did I ever see in you? Tell me, please."

"In front of your mom?" Jenna then cackled, amused with herself until she looked behind her from the Sands' stoop.

"Well, I guess you did call the pigs but look who they sent not Bert and Ernie but Cagney and Lacey this time."

Shanice, Bren thank God you are here. Can you get this heifer off my property right this minute?!" She's terrorizing my poor Jenna again and she is harassing me too."

"Oh, I'm a heifer now, uh huh I see hmmm."

That expression went over the heads of the other three women present but not Jenna's who promptly tried to diffuse the escalating situation.

"She didn't mean that the way it sounded Jasmond, but you do need to go home the police are here."

"The police? These two cunts? They were junior to us on the varsity softball team. They took a bullshit test and got a certificate in three months is all. And their asses are so dumb that they probably had to blow the chief to get hired."

Bren was the first to take a more aggressive stance with the hot-headed brunette standing in crotch high cut-off jeans and a fuchsia wife-beater and flip flops and nothing else including underwear.

"Crass as ever Carla, James and Klem let us have this call because they are tired of begging your ass to quit running over here. Now I'm telling you leave Jenna and Ms Sands alone or else me and you are gonna have a major problem, understood?"

"Girl, those NYC cop shows are gonna make you get your ass whooped."

Just then Shanice jumped in, "Are you threatening a police officer, bitch? Tell me you are not."

"Listen, Shanice I'll take your shiny dick sucking badge they gave you and stick it up your ass!" Carla was starting to become unhinged with a wild look in her eyes. But before things got too far off the range officer John Clark was passing by and he decided to stop. Carla saw him and then quelled her wrath at least for the time being.

"I'm so outta here bye bitches and her gave everyone the double bird. As she climbed into her beat up old Chevy pickup truck and drove away, she glanced into her rear-view mirror and saw something that made her go ballistic. Bren and Jenna were embraced in a bear hug held for way too long of a time period. "I knew it" grumbled Carla to herself.

Carla had virtually no friends and no family to serve as a filter. But she did get a grasp for the moment and decided not to do anything right that moment. She would wait until evening then settle their hashes. She just blew off her Walmart shift and just continued to plot and wait, smoking two packs of cigarettes. As she pulled back up to her ex-girlfriend's street, she espied the police SUV still in front of the Sands' residence.

"Motherfucker" she mumbled.

Waiting inside the SUV, was Shanice Joseph a 22-year-old 5'7" ebony/native American beauty who was listening to the radio and transmissions.

"Where's your bitch friend as if I didn't know."

All she need do was glance to her left and she would have seen Bren Goodwin and Jenna Sands sitting at her living room table with outstretched hands. Carla was incensed, but not enough to run up against two armed officers. Plus, Ms Sands owned a rifle and a shotgun. She was forced to sit for a moment and to think. She was not willing to sit and wait for long though.

She sneaked up alongside the police SUV and started to scratch at the passenger's side door. This quickly caught Shanice's attention. She did not see anything from the side view mirror. Thinking it was a stray scratching at the vehicle, she hopped out and walked around to the side of the from where the noise came. Carla the popped up and struck the hapless officer full force. Shanice was out before she hit the ground or could make a sound.

"Now I'll join the Marshall PD and I won't have to give any head either taunted Carla to a still unconscious Shanice. Carla rolled Shanice flat unto her back and in a rapid order flipped off her one-inch black pumps tossing them to the side. She undid her gun belt and added it to the shoes. Then she unbuttoned her knee length khaki skirt from the back and shimmied it down from about her 26-inch waist and 34-inch hips. For a few seconds, she pondered if she wanted to take her pantyhose. In the end, they too added to the expanding pile. She had worn Hanes navy panties which appeared new.

"It's about time, skank" Carla continued to taunt needlessly.

Carla unloosed the buttons from Shanice's short-sleeved uniform top, and she saw the matching navy full cup wire bra measuring 36 C. Carla had shop-lifted some boot laces and she pulled them from her bra and a handkerchief from her back pocket.

"I was going to use these on Jenna but now I've got to use them on your dumb ass" Carla said to a now stirring Shanice who laid in only navy underwear. But before she had regained her senses, Carla had her wrists tied securely behind her back. Her ankles were left untied so as to ease her being able to climb into the SUV.

"On your feet bitch and get your ass inside."

"Mmpphh, mmpphh, hhmmph."

"Listen, if you don't calm your ass down, I will break your face, your choice cunt."

Shanice opted for silence. Carla went back and grabbed up the pilfered pile of Shanice's and got back in the rear seat next to the wild-eyed officer. Carla stripped down and donned Shanice's uniform and equipment while sitting next to her. Shanice still did not clearly comprehend Carla's motive for her assault.

"Well how do I look? Very professional I think, unlike your soon to be unemployed ass. Maybe you can suck Jess' dick at the Walmart and get hired cuz I think there's an opening. Wait here, oh I almost forgot, give me your ankles.

Dressed as Shanice, Carla approached the Sands home and knocked. She then turned her back to the door and clasped her hands behind her head to hide her light brown hair. Bren took this as a sign that they had a call and got up to leave. At the door, Carla spun around and pulled a gun the surprised duo and both gasped in horror. Carla quickly disarmed Bren and forced everyone back inside the home.

"Bren challenged, "What did you do to Shanice, are you crazy?!"

"Look at your car closely."

Bren could she a person in the back seat writhing and appeared to be gagged.

Then Jenna angrily said, "Carla you are going to prison for this and what are you going to do now?"

"You two lovebirds shut the fuck up. Where's mom?"

Of course, no one was quiet so, Carla hustled the two apprehensive women into the kitchen where she knew some duct tape was kept. Carla could hear running water from upstairs and she knew where the final piece in her puzzle was. The two captives were temporarily duct taped and locked inside the cellar. Carla ran out and retrieved Shanice before someone saw her and brought her inside the home. All three bound and gagged women were taken upstairs to Mandy Sands bedroom and made to knell against a wall. Carla plopped herself onto Mandy's bed and waited. The wait was short and Mandy, a 44-year-old blonde exited her bath. She was wrapped in large bath towel which covered her 42D bust, 36-inch waist and 40-inch hips. Upon seeing people in her bedroom, she screamed. Carla leapt off the bed and hand gagged the milf. She took her to her dressers and rifled through them until she found what she needed. Scarves would do the trick nicely.

"We're all girls here Mandy. You won't need this towel anymore. Carla yanked it away causing the captives to all squeal from behind their gags.

Soon, Mandy was tied and gagged lying nude beside Carla on her own bed, just mewling like the others.

"What's wrong with this picture, I can't put my finger on it for some reason" purred Carla. "I know to many clothes on us."

And having said that Carla stripped nude and flung Shanice's uniform back into her face. Shanice only glared back at her tormentor.

"Oh, you like you want to do something about it bitch, I'll knock your ass out again!

"In fact, let me make everyone more comfortable." Carla ran to the kitchen and flew back upstairs. The trio had only time to turn towards each other and try to undo their binds. "Okay who's first?" Carla had taken a butcher's knife from the kitchen and proceeded to cut away Bren's uniform, hose and bra. She did the same to Jenna. Lastly, she cut off Shanice's bra. "Sorry about your new bra, I know you can't afford a new one, but you can get an employee discount at Walmart."

"I'm going to need a little privacy for this next part so no peeking ladies. Carla walked over and picked up Mandy's towel and cut three strips for which she made blindfolds for the officers and Jenna. This only heightened the mewling. Carla never mentioned it to Jenna, but she always had a thing for her mom and had fantasized Jenna was she on numerous occasions. That "heifer" comment made things easier in Carla's twisted mind. Carla's captives were thoroughly gagged but she could understand everyone's protestations fairly clear.

"Jenna, I'm not hurting your mom"

"Fuck you two worthless pigs, the town is safer with you cunts in here."

"Yeah, and I hope they send Cynthia to come looking for you guys. I'll do the same to her illegal alien ass and call Homeland Security."

"Okay I need to concentrate om Mandy's big old cow titties." And then Carla buried her face between the massive breasts each hanging off the side of her chest. Mandy could only buck and grunt essentially powerless to get the 22-year-old off of her.

"I like it when my bitched come straight out of the tub. Everything is squeaky clean and ready for munching. You ever had a rim job? No? Well tonight is your lucky night hon, roll over. I said roll your fat ass over. I'm doing you the favor, Jesus."

Carla went to town on the struggling milf licking her asshole and clit going back to front and vice versa. All Mandy could think about was how she used to babysit Carla and to look upon how off the range things have come. As Carla continued to eat the reticent milf, Mandy's energy began to wane. She had been resisting against her physical assault and her binds almost nonstop. Carla took this as her beginning to like what was happening and intensified her efforts. The other three captives were tied and gagged well by Carla, and she had blocked the door to Mandy's boudoir with an armoire. They wouldn't be getting away and Carla knew she could concentrate on this victim.

"Damn bitch, will you come already; I've got three others waiting their turn. You older broads are soooo needy. You've worn me out, I'll just suck on these big floppy tits for a while." Carla rose and laid beside Mandy and started suckling on Mandy's giant left nipple and surrounding areola. Mandy's right breast didn't have long to wait for its turn. After several minutes Carla abruptly, leg pushed Mandy off of her own bed. Mandy hit the carpeted floor with a thud.

"Okay who's next? How about you Pocahontas? I'll buy you some fire water afterwards. I know, we three will watch the two new love birds fuck each other like in a porn movie, I'll bring the popcorn, how about it guys?"

While Carla was tormentors her captives, she didn't know that Mrs. Fergurson had seen a bound and gagged Shanice in the back of the police SUV and had phoned 911 although waiting first to find her pooch. Carla would get her wish that she had alluded to fancifully earlier. Officer Cynthia Hernandez was responding to the "outlandish" report of an underwear clad bound and gagged woman in a police SUV. However, Shanice and Bren were not responding.

Cynthia arrived and saw the SUV but no Bren or Shanice to be had. A little suspicious but a good simple explanation was in the offing. Surely, they probably were checking on the Sands after the prior incidents. Cynthia approached the Sands residence and knocked on the door and announced herself.

"Shit, shit" was Carla's response. The nude 22-year-old hurriedly grabbed a dress from Mandy's closet, threw it on and ran downstairs just as Cynthia was egressing the hallway.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Carla?" she demanded.

"I've been invited over to hash some personal things out that doesn't include you pig bitches."

"Well, where is everyone then, and what's all that thumping coming from upstairs?"

"We all are playing Twister, Ms Nosy Rosie."

"I need to see the Sands and that does include me so move it cunt!"

Carla stepped aside and allowed Cynthia to go upstairs towards the noises. Carla was right on her heels. Carla watched the plump butt of Cythia sway to and fro at her eye level as they ascended the stairs. She could have gone with a uniform skirt a size larger Cynthia but she opted for a tighter fit of her clothing. Needless to say, her shirt bulged with 34 C breasts with a bit too much cleavage showing, but it was close to 90 degrees this week. She opened the door and was shocked, not expecting to see what was before her eyes. As she turned to confront Carla, she was hand- gagged and dragged into a closet.

The bound captives waited with bated breath for the outcome of the raging catfight. Mandy was the only one not blindfolded and rolled off the bed and hopped her way out of the bedroom. Her breasts were almost hitting her face with each hop. At the stairs she decided to sit and slide down each step as to avoid a major fall. Inside the closet, the fight was all one-sided and soon the officer was de-armed and semi-conscious.

"Just for that I'm gonna strip your ass butt naked like your other pig buddies. And you all can explain to the Chief what happen to your asses" Carla said to a non-comprehending Cynthia. "Gimme your shit bitch, on yeah this is my new gun belt, and these are my shoes, whether they fit or not. Off with my shirt too, uh huh you don't need a bra, and you definitely don't need a uniform skirt. Nope, nope no draws or pantyhose for you either. In less than two minute the officer was reduced to full nudity. Cynthia regained her senses around the time of her losing the last vestige of her clothing and squealed. This got her a backhand form Carla and she was summarily paraded out of the closet and placed in front of the struggling, mewling other three captives. Whenever Cynthia tried to speak, she was struck firmly by Carla and was later gagged.

"And don't you dare try to take that off. Help me get everyone downstairs bitch. Quit trying to cover yourself we're all women here, concentrate on what you are doing! And don't fuck with their duct tape neither."

"Jenna your cunt mother ran off and left your ass just like your father did. I'll get her ass later."

Mandy was able to call for help which arrived. Cynthia even ran off naked down the street shouting for help and Carla retreated back into the Sands home leaving her captives on the lawn. Fire, police and ambulances were all dispatched. Carla feigned a spell and laid down. The EMTs pushed the police out of the way and attended to Carla.

"She's not responding, we've got to get her to Marston right away. One EMT placed an oxygen mask over Carla's face, and they loaded her on a stretcher and onto the ambulance.

"Clear us the way to Marston General."

A police car and the ambulance sped off down the road.

Inside the ambulance...

Carla sat up and pulled the oxygen mask from her face. "Since when did you two become paramedics?"

Leah Jenkins, one of Carla's delinquent childhood friends answered, "We're not EMTs, we just play them on TV."

"And these two mokes we met on the way to the Sands after you phoned us donated their uniforms" said Carla's other childhood friend and running buddy Del Carter.

Tied up in their bras and panties with gauze and their mouths taped shut were the actual responding EMTs, Clara Mimes and Elisa Anderson. Carla leaned down and cupped a breast from each of her new well-endowed captives and told Del to drop back and lose the police cruiser.

"Let's take these two the Farm for a party that they will never forget."

THE END...