"Double Trouble -Unknown Cops " by Boundarella
Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2025 12:28 pm
Stake Out Gone Wrong
Sergeant Madison Kane prided herself on keeping her cool—until tonight. Now she knelt in the filth of Gotham’s back alleys, stripped down to nothing but her sweat-soaked, practical beige bra and panties. Her ankles were cuffed and chained tightly to her wrists in a degrading hogtie, her trembling body bent forward in exhaustion, tears and sweat streaking through clown-makeup smeared across her face. Her ass—stuck out for the world to see—still burned with the ghostly imprint of Harley Quinn’s white hand, the mark a perfect match for her humiliation.
Rookie Riley Torres was no better off: trussed up like a mental patient in a straitjacket, legs strapped together, cheeks smeared with lipstick, eyes wide and rolling in terror. Both women had massive ballgags strapped so tightly they could only drool and moan—each muffled sound threatening to set off the sadistic, high-voltage shock collars around their necks.
Harley Quinn, meanwhile, was in rare form—strutting around them, twirling Madison’s stolen police jacket, pausing to mock them with gleeful, infantile ridicule.
Harley:
“Awwww, look at you two! Sargey’s all hogtied like a naughty little puppy—with that cute moon-pie bum, painted up and jiggling! Should I get you a leash, babygirl? Or maybe a big fat diaper for that pretty behind?”
Madison thrashed, legs kicking helplessly against the chain, wrists yanking the cuffs.
Madison:
“NNNMMMMMPH! HHRRMMMNN—GHNNN!”
Drool poured from the corners of her gagged lips, smearing red lipstick even further down her chin.
Harley leaned in, pinched her cheek, and crooned in a sickly-sweet baby voice:
Harley:
“Aww, don’t cry, Sarge! It’s just makeup, and you look sooo much prettier this way! And would ya look at both of your filthy mouths! Piggies ready for the roast!”
Riley’s whimpers were frantic, high-pitched, and full of terror.
Riley:
“Uhhh-hhhh! Pmmshh nn—mmm, nnmm!”
Her eyes darted wildly to the mouth of the alley, where shadows shifted. Every Gotham cop knew this part of the city crawled with gangs. If even one crew saw them like this… The thought sent shivers down both women’s spines.
Harley blew a loud, mocking raspberry.
Harley:
“Don’t worry, sweeties, I’m sure the local boys will be real gentle when they find Gotham’s finest all tied up and ready for playtime! Hope you girls like pain and pleasure—cause you’re about to get plenty! Bwahaha!”
Madison’s panic finally boiled over, her screams reduced to muffled wails by the gag.
Madison:
“NNNNGH! NNNNNGH! GHHHHNNN!!”
Riley’s knees knocked together as she struggled to wriggle away, tears streaking her ruined makeup.
But Harley was already skipping over to the stolen squad car, hopping in and rolling the window down.
Harley:
“Try not to get roughed up before someone finds you, my little badge-bunnies! And don’t spit out those binkies—or you’ll get a real shock! Ta-ta, losers!”
With a screech of tires, Harley sped off, leaving the two women hogtied, gagged, and utterly exposed in Gotham’s most notorious alley—where danger was always just a shadow away.