Uniform Stealing Board

Zoe Valdés ran for her life, pursued by a group of policewomen, not completely sure of what was going on. The escape plan was pretty straightforward: Ursula and the group of D-tier actresses, dressed as cops, would stop the convoy who transported the prisoners in the outskirts of Horizonte. Then, the convicts, thanks to the help of a corrupt prison guard who had given them pins to unlock their handcuffs in secret, would attack the policewomen who watched them by surprise. Everything has happened as devised by Ursula until dozens of police officers wearing a different uniform came out of nowhere, turning the tide.

The situation was very confusing to everyone. The policewomen who accompanied the Deputy Marshals in charge of transporting the prisoners wore navy-blue uniforms and black boots. Ursula and the actresses, white shirts and black skirts. The third group of policewomen, however, wore light-blue shirts and black skirts. For a moment, it was not clear who was a cop and who was an impersonator, and that brief pandemonium gave the prisoners a chance. It was time for Plan B: ran away and try to regroup.

Zoe ran to the hills to the north. The sparse vegetation, comprised of bushes, some cacti and a few small trees, did not offer much of a cover, but the Latina criminal knew that there was an abandoned cabin on the top of the hill where Ursula, who was always two steps ahead, had left victuals, a few guns and other fun stuff, such as ropes and ball-gags, in case things went South and they had to look for shelter.

The escaped convict’s bright orange jumper made easy to spot her. More worryingly, the cops in her pursuit were gaining ground and her lungs were starting to burn. Zoe cursed herself because she had gained a few of pounds while in prison thanks to another corrupt guard who smuggled candies and chocolate bars for her. She still looked amazing, but the Latina promised herself that if she managed to escape, she would start on a diet tomorrow. The criminal thought that her prayers had been answered when she saw a small ravine. In the blink of an eye, she threw herself to the ground and hid.

Zoe saw how two of the pursuing policewomen continued to run uphill, unaware that the prisoner was hidden just a few steps from them. Things got better for the criminal when she saw a lonely third cop: a curvy, short blonde with green eyes who was unable to keep her colleagues’ pace. ‘This is a gift sent from Heaven. Gracias diosito mío’, she thought.

The Latina criminal emerged from the ravine and grabbed the surprised cop from her ankles, making her fall to the ground. With lighting speed, Zoe jumped on top of her and punched her in the face. The blonde officer, conscious but groggy from the sudden and vicious attack, was unable to fight back, so Zoe started to undress her as quickly as possible. The Latina unbuttoned the blonde’s navy-blue shirt and rolled it down her sleeves. The criminal would have normally spent some time observing and even fondling the blonde’s juicy breasts, hardly contained by a lilac, lacy bra, but, unfortunately for her, there was no time to lose. Zoe then untied the cop’s boots and removed them. Without a second to lose, she pulled down the officer’s navy-blue pants. The Latina was surprised to see that the blonde policewoman was wearing matching lilac panties underneath light-brown pantyhose. She looked great, but it was a strange choice to wear sexy tights if you are wearing pants instead of a skirt too.

God works in mysterious ways, because this odd choice helped the blonde cop in that moment of need: Her pants got stuck in the officer’s ankles. Zoe struggled to take them off, losing two precious minutes. Without time to spare, the Latina took off her orange jumper, but, before she could put on the police uniform, she saw that the blonde’s partners came back, so she only had time to quickly put back on her trainers and ran away again. Now, she was still being chased by the cops and she was running in her underwear, which consisted of white bikini panties and a grey sports bra.

However, when a door shuts, a window opens. On this occasion, it was a big hollow tree, surrounded by thick bushes, what was open, offering Zoe a perfect hiding spot. The chasing policewomen lost track of the fugitive again and made the worse decision possible: they split up to cover more ground. The Latina grinned with obvious satisfaction, ready to hunt the cops one by one now.

First, Zoe saw a petite officer with black hair and kind brown eyes, probably half-Asian. The cop probably got a hunch, because she went straight to where Zoe was hiding. This decision, however, sealed her fate. The Latina jumped her and knocked her out with a deft blow. Then, she left her lying unconscious on the ground to lure her partner. The second policewoman, a short, slim brunette with violet eyes fell for this obvious trap. While she checked on her unconscious partner, Zoe stealthily crept on her and rendered her unconscious with a pinch to the neck.

The criminal dragged the two unconscious cops to the bushes and quickly undressed them. Zoe was not sure whose clothes were the best fit for her and, more importantly, she had finally found a much-needed respite, so she wanted to have some fun. The Latina found very amusing that both officers were wearing the same kind of underwear, Intimissimi’s white bikini panties and matching bras. She did not know why, but it was a very popular brand among the cops. What Zoe did not find funny was that none of her captive’s pants fit her. The brunette’s navy-blue shirt was a tight fit, making her boobs looked trapped, but it would work. However, she could not button any of the pants taken from the slim cops. Once again, the Latina swore that she would not eat any chocolate for a month, although she soon diverted her anger towards her captives. She sat the two policewomen back to back and used their own handcuffs to restrain them together. Before doing that, she had decided to take off the cop’s bras and panties, using the latter to gag them, making sure that each of them got her partner’s undies in her mouth. Then, she waited for another chance.

‘Fifth time is the charm’, Zoe thought when, thirty minutes later, she dragged an unconscious cop to the bushes. As fate would have it, the short, curvy blonde that had been attacked earlier by Zoe had pulled herself together and, after putting her clothes back on, had continued to chase the escaped prisoners. She ran out of luck when she walked by a big hollow tree, where the Latina criminal jumped her again and, this time, knocked her out completely.

Zoe undressed the blonde cop a second time, this time enjoying the process and admiring the lilac bra and panties and the light-brown pantyhose, and looked to the pile of unconscious cops which laid next to her wearing only her underwear and the pile of discarded uniforms which did not fit her. ‘Does the police only hire skinny bitches nowadays?’, she complained aloud. The recipients of these words were the two officers who had first been captured by the Latina, who had already regained their consciousness, but the panties stuffed in their mouths prevented them from answering the criminal’s rhetorical question.

Zoe knew that the other five cops would awake sooner than later, so she decided to sat them around the tree and to handcuff them together. The Latina then lowered their bras and took off their panties, using them to gag the captured women. The blonde cop was, however, spared from this last indignity. Zoe decided to reward her for her odd but sexy choice of lingerie and for having a ‘healthy’ body, like hers. Now wearing a police uniform which fitted her, Zoe was ready to leave her hiding place and to mingle with the rest of the pursuing cops, so she could find the rest of her friends.

‘See what they are doing? You never split up when chasing a fugitive because it is easier to end up losing your clothes, like you did, if you are alone. That is one of the basic rules of uniform stealing’, Susan Dykinson emphatically explained to her captive.

Sitting on a chair, tied up with rope, with a big purple ball-gag on her mouth, her eyes blindfolded and wearing only black lacy panties and a matching bra, the blonde cop thought that the worst part of her ordeal was having to listen to her captor’s condescending words. The policewoman had to recognise that the criminal knew what she was doing though. She realised that the officers chasing her had seeing her getting in the abandoned cabin, so she hid, ready to strike when the chance arose. The blonde cop had been cocky or stupid enough to tell her two fellow officers, two young bimbos from Horizonte’s local police, to split up, thinking that the criminal was trapped, which was far from being truth. To the policewoman’s surprise and chagrin, the apparently abandoned cabin was a perfectly stashed hideout, that was why the strawberry blonde criminal had hidden there.

In consequence, when the blonde cop walked into a room, she felt a gun pointing at the back of her head. Susan, putting a finger to her mouth, ordered her to strip of her navy-blue pants and shirt and of her black boots and to remain quiet, which she did. The policewoman’s surprises did not end there, as she saw how the strawberry blonde criminal produced coils of rope and a handful of ball-gags from a drawer. The convict secured a big purple ball-gag on her mouth and, in a matter of seconds, the policewoman found herself gagged and sitting on a chair, with her hands tied behind her back and coils of rope circling her ankles, thighs and perky breasts, which had inevitably caught the criminal’s attention.

Susan Dykinson kept an eye on the blonde cop’s enticing boobs, which never stopped bouncing because the captive was foolishly trying to loosen the criminal’s deft knots, and the other on the remaining policewomen, who just had walked into the cabin’s garage. The captive officer’s navy-blue uniform was piled up on the floor, but the strawberry blonde thought that she could not put it on yet. First, the other two cops might find her any minute. Second, although these two policewomen were from a different force, as they were wearing light-blue shirts and black skirts, the three cops had arrived to the cabin together, so they knew how the now captive officer looked like. Third, the cabin was the designated rendezvous point in case things went South, as they did, so Susan needed to clear it of cops before the rest of her friends, hopefully, managed to arrive there.

The strawberry blonde might have been very good in earlier lives, because the two policewomen decided to split. A slim brunette with curly hair, blue eyes and long legs started to inspect the garage while a curvy blonde with long hair, brown eyes and a pretty round face decided to go back and check the surroundings. Susan chuckled, so the blonde officer, despite not being able to see anything, correctly figured out that her partners had made a mistake which was going to cost them dearly.

The criminal left the room quietly and stealthily moved to the unsuspecting cop, who suddenly felt a cloth soaked in chloroform on her pretty face. The raven-haired beauty tried to resist, but soon her eyes started to close and felt into a slumber. Susan quickly tied the cop’s hands behind her back and placed her on top of a crate, in the middle of the garage, so she could be easily seen. The strawberry blonde also took the liberty to raise the policewoman’s black skirt, revealing that she was wearing a lacy black thong and dark-brown stockings. The raven-haired cop’s sexy lingerie and heeled black shoes told Susan that the policewoman was supposed to do some kind of desk job today, not chasing fugitives in the hills.

Susan went back to his hiding spot and continued lecturing the blonde cop. ‘Another important rule to avoid having your clothes stolen: When you see an unconscious partner, you secure the surroundings before you try to help her. Everyone forgets that’, she explained to her captor, who, red with fury, could not even insult the arrogant criminal because of the huge ball-gag which covered her mouth.

The blonde cop with long hair and a pretty round face had never heard of that rule, so when she returned to the garage, three minutes later, she rushed to help her unconscious partner. It was easy for Susan then to walk behind her and chloroform her too.

The strawberry blonde criminal tied the second cop’s hands behind her back as well and carried both unconscious policewomen to the room where the other captive cop awaited, now painfully aware that she was not going to be rescued anytime soon. Susan decided that the navy-blue uniform was still the better choice, but she wanted to give the two attractive cops a better albeit quick look, so she took off her skirts and unbuttoned her light-blue shirts, rolling them down their sleeves up to their tied wrists. Then, she used two coils of ropes to tie their ankles too. The two unconscious cops were a sight to behold, bound and gagged wearing only black sexy underwear and dark-brown stockings. Susan deeply regretted that she could not spend some quality time with her attractive captives, but she could not resist taking the raven-haired’s perky breasts and the blonde’s rotund boobs out of their bras. Finally, she walked towards the blonde cop tied on a chair, who despite not seeing anything, could feel the ominous signs. The strawberry blonde pressed a cloth soaked in chloroform on the policewoman’s face with one hand while the other started to caress her intimate parts. First, Susan started toying with the ribbon of the captives’ black panties but soon she started to finger her with vigour and skill, while she sensually kissed the cop’s neck. The blonde officer orgasmed and felt unconscious at the same time.

Now wearing a navy-blue uniform which would help her to blend in, Susan left the cabin and started to search the surroundings, looking for her partners. Small groups of scattered cops walked by, but they immediately left when the strawberry blonde criminal lied to them, affirming that the cabin was empty. Fortunately for her, there were so many policewomen chasing them, and the hunt was so disorganized, that no one noticed the worryingly increasing number of missing cops.

After a few minutes, Susan started to get very concerned because none of her friends had made it to the cabin so far, and, without being able to contact Ursula, she did not know what to do next. However, all her doubts dissipated in a second: panting and gasping for air, Zoe was climbing up the hill and she had already procured herself a navy-blue uniform too. Seeing her dear friend filled Susan with joy, but so did realising what her following move was going to be. A few metres behind the Latina, two attractive women in their early forties, a brunette and a blonde, who looked like cowgirls, as they were wearing tall boots, skirts, shirts and brown leather jackets, walked up the hill at a slow but resolute place. It was two of the Deputy Marshals in charge of transporting the prisoners.