Distress Signal
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2025 11:21 am
*this is a fictional story with fictional characters*
1:05 am
The moon hung low over the deserted street, its pale light casting an eerie glow on the armored van parked at the curb. Responding to a distress signal, traffic police Kirsten and Dena, two gorgeous looking blonde officers in their mid 20s, step off their motorcycle and approach around the armored transport only to find two dark skinned transport officers and a dark skinned prisoner struggling to secure four sexy athletic looking women in their mid to late 20s, one blonde, two brunettes, and a red head, wearing nothing but some sort of mouth gag and fleshy thigh high stockings or pantyhose.
“Everything alright here?” Kirsten called out, her voice steady but laced with authority."We received a distress signal a few minutes ago.”
“Thank God you’re here,” one of the transporting officers purred, her tone dripping with false sweetness. “We could use your help. These prisoners are giving us a hard time.”
While the prisoners tried to yell through their gags and ran toward officers Kirsten and Dena. With no time to react, the two officers immediately jump into action and help secure the four prisoners...
1:20 am;
Patrol officer Clea and Mary step out of their patrol car, their hands instinctively resting on their holsters. Clea, a beautiful 29-year-old police captain, with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her shy demeanor, glanced at Mary, her green eyes searching for reassurance. Mary, a great-looking 27-year-old police recruit, her athletic frame clad in her sexy uniform, her red hair gleaming under the moonlight, nodded subtly, her expression a mix of alertness and unease. Arriving as soon as they could when they received a distress signal on a prisoner escaping the transport vehicle 20 minutes ago...
As they approached the van, the sound of a motorcycle engine growled in the distance. Moments later, a traffic police pulled up in a leather-clad figure dismounting with grace. Taking off her helmet, the traffic police's blonde hair cascaded above her shoulders, and her firm, ample chest rose and fell with her steady breathing. “Hello officers, I am Officer Sarah Moseley, with the traffic control. I was on patrol before the distress signal brought me here,” she said, her voice sharp and confident, her stunning blue eyes scanning the scene. She nodded curtly at Clea and Mary, her gaze lingering on the armored van before settling on another darker skinned, pretty looking woman in a traffic officer uniform, who claimed to be Officer Kirsten.
Kirsten, her dark skin and raven hair gleaming in the moonlight, leaned casually against the van, her expression calm but unreadable. Her uniform, though pristine, seems to carry an air of detachment, as if she were merely an observer rather than an active participant. “Situation’s all under control, ladies,” she assures them, her tone smooth and even. But Clea and Mary exchanged a glance, their instincts screaming that something was off. The air crackles with tension, a silent alarm bell ringing in their minds.
Without a word, the three women decided to further investigate, their footsteps echoing on the deserted street. As they rounded the van, the scene before them stopped them cold. Half a dozen naked women prisoners bound in intricate leather harnesses and stockings, their bodies glistening under the moonlight. Leather masks obscuring their faces almost entirely, and their arms are pinned tightly and painfully behind them in leather armbinders, leaving them utterly helpless. The sight was both grotesque and unnervingly erotic, the leather straps digging into their flesh, highlighting the curves of their sexy and athletic bodies.
Two darker-skinned female officers stood nearby, securing the last prisoner, their movements deliberate, almost predatory. One of them, her dark eyes glinting with cruelty, runs her hand along the prisoner’s inner thigh, her touch lingering. The prisoner whimpers, the sound muffled by her mask, her body trembling in a mix of fear and something Clea couldn’t quite name.
“Had to take drastic measures against these stupid whores, but don't worry, we got everything under control. These little pigs will learn how to properly behave,” the other officer explains, her voice low and laced with a challenging tone. Her eyes flick to Clea, Mary, and Sarah, her smirk widening.
Mary’s blue eyes narrow, her athletic frame tensing, her hand inching toward her holster. Clea’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing through scenarios, each more dangerous than the last. Sarah stepped forward, her gaze sweeping the scene, her jaw tightening as she assessed the situation.
The prisoners’ muffled breaths filled the silence. The two dark skinned officers smirked, their confidence bordering on arrogance, their hands resting on the curves of the prisoners’ bodies, their touches deliberate, humiliating.
Clea’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. “Explain yourselves, officers. What the hell is going on here? Where are the remaining transporting officers? I ran the report; there are supposed to be four of you. And the way you are treating these poor women isn't a part of any protocols. Convicts or not," The words hung in the air, a challenge of their own. The two transporting officers exchanged a glance, their smirks widening. “Oh, umm.. the other officers left to get backup. And these bitches were giving us too much trouble. But we got them now, so we suggest you carry on with looking pretty and seek attention elsewhere and leave us be,” one taunted, her hand resting on the curve of a prisoner’s hip, her fingers digging in slightly. The prisoner let out a muffled cry, her body arching in response.
"That's enough! Step away and you will explain yourselves later at the station!!” Clea stood on her authority as she stepped foward and turned to Mary, "Help me free the prisoners,” in a commanding voice
"They are very dangerous. This is gonna be a bad idea. It took us a great effort to secure these little piggies,” officer Kirsten laughs from the back
Moving forward, pushing the transporting officers aside. Officer Mary tries to free one of the prisoners in ripped pantyhose, when she tries to pull on the leather harness around the prisoner's crotch, a gush of squirt pours down the poor prisoner's thigh as she lets out a moan. Revealing two vibrating dildos deep inside the poor prisoner. Officer Mary leaps back in shock, "What the fuck is going on...”
While at the same time, Clea removes the leather hood from another prisoner in silky black knee socks. Only to reveal a hot blonde with smeared makeup choking on a dildo gag stuffed deep in her mouth, the prisoner's teary blue eyes were wide with a mix of fear.
Clea’s stomach churned as she reached out, her fingers brushing the woman’s cheek. The woman flinched, her body arching slightly, as if even the gentlest touch was both a relief and a torment. With a quick motion, Clea yanked the gag free, a torrent of drool spilling from the woman’s glossy lips. The woman gasped, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Please…help me…let me go...I can't take this any longer...ughahh..” The blonde prisoner's body suddenly shakes uncontrollably before letting a loud moan, "...ugh..they ambushed us...helppp..."
Before Clea could respond, a shadow fell over her. She turned just in time to see Mary and Sarah being grabbed from behind, their cries muffled as their hands were pinned. The imposter officers moved with chilling efficiency, their uniforms blending seamlessly into the night. Three imposters, their faces hard and eyes cold, disarmed the officers with swift, practiced movements. Mary, her athletic frame tense, watches in horror as the scene unfolds. Her green eyes dart between the struggling officers and the impostors. The helpless prisoner, now revealed to be Officer Kirsten, thrashed against her binds, her perky breasts heaving with each desperate breath, trying to run and scream for help. But her words are drowned out by the impostors’ laughter, cruel and mocking.
It wasn't long before the three officers were taken prisoners.
Present;
Officer Sarah, now completely naked, with only a pair of black knee socks keeping her warm. Her arms tightly bind behind her back and her thighs forced to spread open as the imposter "Kirsten" grabs a pair of dildos and, one at a time, pushes them deep inside the blonde officer, before sealing her crotch with leather harness. The loud squeal is silenced by the dildo gag deep inside her mouth.
With their hands cuffed behind them, Clea and Mary can't help but sob and await their turn.
“We are officers of the law, you will never get away with this...” Clea tries her best to sound unafraid, but tears uncontrollably fall from her face.
"Is that so, little slut? Funny, how all other piggies said the same thing." The imposters laugh in a cruel and mocking way
After gagging officer Mary. One of imposter approches and slowly runs her hands up Kirsten, as the poor blonde begs for mercy, "Please let me go...I will never speak of this...no one has to knaghhhh."
In a swift motion, the dildo gag is pushed deep inside blonde officers mouth, before her face is once again obscured by the leather hood. Rejoining her colleagues in having her 5th orgasm of the hour...
"You can thank the four little sluts for not releasing me earlier when I told them so. Now yall can forget about your stressful work and have some self care time," the imposter grabs Kirsten by the neck, "but thanks for the uniforms. We will make sure to put them to a good use"
"Wrap up the two sluts up quickly, I want to pay a personal visit to the judge, lawyers, prosecutors, and any other bitch that thinks they can get away crossing me."