Uniform Stealing Board

The moment she heard the door closed, Joanna Shearer sprang into action. ‘These criminals cannot get away with this. I have to do something’, she thought, full of resolve. This was easier said than done though.

Joanna was a lieutenant of the Modern Walkyries, a security firm who worked as a military contractor for the United Federation despite their worryingly increasing number of blunders. That list was about to grow larger today, unless Joanna did something to prevent it. The lieutenant, a pretty and petite brunette with short hair, a curvy ass and small but perky tits, was, however, in a predicament herself. At the moment, she laid on the floor, gagged and bound in a strict hogtie. One of the criminals who had breached into their building had stolen her uniform, which consisted of a short black skirt, a dark-grey shirt and a black tie, and her black short-heeled shoes. Consequently, the brunette lieutenant was now only wearing black cheeky panties and matching lacy bra.

She was the highest-ranking officer of this unit, so she was in charge of the Walkyries’ building, but no one could blame her for what was happening, or so she thought. Joanna had been called from the security cameras’ room because apparently there was a glitch in the system and all the cameras in section B had stopped working. When the brunette lieutenant, accompanied by Sergeant Cory Walsh, a curvy blonde with brown eyes and curly hair, arrived there, she immediately realised that it was a ruse.

The two security guards in charge of the room, a short, voluptuous, raven-haired Latina with long and curly hair, named Magdalena, and Brenna, a tall, fit brunette who wore her hair in a ponytail, laid underneath the main desk in their underwear, a white thong underneath black pantyhose and a matching lacy bra, and navy-blue bikini panties underneath brown pantyhose and matching bra, respectively, bound, blindfolded and gagged with tape. Before Joanna and Cory could react, the two criminals who had stolen the Walkyries’ uniforms emerged from their hiding place and pointed their guns at them, ordering them to strip.

Cory had not hesitated, so, in a matter of the seconds, the blonde sergeant was trussed up and ball-gagged, wearing only a pink thong underneath light-brown pantyhose and a lacy, pink bra which hardly contained her enormous breasts. The lieutenant, however, had tried to resist, to no avail though. The petite brunette had ended up bound in a strict hogtie, after having her tits groped and her ass spanked for her troubles. To add salt to the injury, one of the criminals had taken off her white bikini panties and stuffed them in the lieutenant’s mouth, sealing them with tape to gag her.

A few minutes later, two other criminals had arrived to the security cameras room and had put on Joanna and Cory’s uniforms. Soon afterwards, the four mysterious women had left the room. The brunette lieutenant realised with dread that the attackers probably controlled the whole building by now. Joanna’s concern grew exponentially when she remembered that another unit of the Walkyries was coming back tonight after training with some new equipment. Her colleagues were walking into a trap, unaware that the two dozen of women who awaited them were imposters, while the real security guards were bound and gagged after having their clothes stolen. ‘I have to do something. I have to warn them before it is too late. We cannot let these fucking bitches to take our equipment and humiliate us like this’, Joanna though with resolve.

The brunette lieutenant arched her back, but she could not reach the rope which tied her ankles with her fingers. She squirmed and wriggled with vigour, trying to loosen the ropes, but the criminals knew how to tie a knot. Joanna looked around, thinking what she could do. The two security guards were blindfolded, gagged and tightly taped, so no help was coming from them. This left Cory as her best chance, although the blonde sergeant had only stared at her while she futilely struggled against her bonds. The brunette lieutenant realised, full of embarrassment, that her partner was clearly turned on by the situation, because she was clearly enjoying seeing her superior squirming and wriggling. Joanna’s already dishevelled lacy black bra had moved even more, so the brunette lieutenant was mortified when she noticed that her colleague was contemplating her now fully visible pert breasts and round nipples.

Joanna overcame her embarrassment and tried to communicate with Cory, but she could only produce muffled sounds and angry gestures. Finally, the blonde sergeant understood what her superior wanted. One of the guards used her spare time in the boring night shifts to sow, so she kept a pair of scissors in a drawer. For once, the criminals had been careless enough to leave the scissors there after checking the drawer’s content for passwords, but she was the only one who knew the one that opened the building’s secret safe and she was careful enough to not write it on a post-it.

Cory rolled over and managed to open the drawer and, after sitting on the floor, the blonde guard took the scissors out despite having her hands tied behind her back. Joanna realised with a bit of shame, that she had also stared a bit too much at her partner’s curvy body, especially at her impressive breasts, who were shaken with vigour when the blonde sergeant struggled to fish the scissors from the drawer. The lieutenant had to recognise how sexy Cory was and how enticing her rotund ass looked only covered by a pink thong and light-brown pantyhose.

The brunette Walkyrie’s daydreaming abruptly stopped when her partner managed to throw the scissors in her direction. It was an excruciating task, but Joanna succeeded in tearing the rope which connected her ankles and wrists, partially freeing her hands as well. The rope which circled her wrists behind her back was cut, but the damned criminals had used another coil of rope to tie her elbows, so the lieutenant could only move her hands a little bit, but not enough to use them to untie her ankles. Therefore, she rolled towards Cory, hoping that the blonde guard could help her some more.

Joanna landed on top of her partner, her breasts rubbing Cory’s enormous jugs, and they struggled together, trying to untie each other to no avail. Their endeavour was pointless, and at that point Cory was mostly groping her superior with the excuse of trying to free her, so the lieutenant made a gesture to see if she could at least take off the tape of her mouth. The blonde sergeant, against all odds, managed to do that, so Joanna could spit the white panties from her mouth, gasping, and filled her lungs with much-appreciated air.

It was evident that they could not escape their bonds, so Joanna thought that she could use the security cameras to her advantage. Maybe there were still some security guards that have not been captured by the criminals and one of them might be able to escape or to alert the Walkyries who were arriving in a few hours. Showing a display of grit, the lieutenant managed to stand on her bound feet and to hop towards the console desk. Cory stared at her superior, impressed by her feat of strength and resolve, and mesmerized by the hypnotic view of the brunette’s perky tits wriggling.

The lieutenant frantically searched throughout the dozens of screens, praying for a small shred of hope. However, the cameras in Section B did not actually work, probably because of the criminals’ doing, and there was bad news everywhere she could look at. The brunette saw a pair of criminals dragging two unconscious guards, a petite redhead and a curvy Latina, named Sherill and Juliana, to the bathrooms. There were no cameras inside the bathrooms, but Joanna could imagine what was going to happen next. She could easily picture her two partners, each of them inside one of the bathroom stalls, bound and gagged in her underwear, after the attackers had stolen their uniforms.

Looking at another screen, which pointed at the entrance of the locker room, Joanna did not need to use her imagination this time. Two attractive blondes, May and Linda, had their hands on their heads after being forced to strip of their clothes. A criminal already wearing a stolen uniform was pointing a gun at them while two other women were putting on the guards’ clothes. The lieutenant’s eyes were fixated on the sexy scene thanks to her company’s amazing security cameras, which allowed her to see everything with uncanny detail. The brunette stared at one the attackers, a short, strawberry blonde, while she peeled down her black pants, revealing her toned legs, round thighs and rotund ass, which was barely covered by her skimpy dark-green panties. Joanna could not look away, enjoying how the criminal slowly pulled up her legs the black pantyhose she had taken from one of the guards and then how she zipped the black skirt. The lieutenant caught a glimpse of the criminal’s matching bra and her alluring breasts while she buttoned the equally stolen Walkyries’ dark-grey shirt, but her attention was drawn elsewhere after that.

May and Linda, wearing only white cheeky panties and matching bra, and a black thong and matching lacy bra, respectively, were marched off to the locker room. The lieutenant realised with surprise that there were cameras inside the locker room, but the scene she witnessed there dissipated her initial concerns. Each of the blonde guards, gagged with taped and with her hands taped behind her back, was forced into a locker. Joanna saw with contradictory feelings how the criminals tried to find an empty one though. The lieutenant counted up to six Walkyries trapped in the same number of lockers. All of them were bound and gagged with tape in their underwear, although two of them were also blindfolded and their bras and panties seem dishevelled. The brunette lieutenant was, however, immediately provided with an explanation for that difference. One of the guards, May, tried make a run when the criminals were pushing her partner Linda inside an empty locker, but she tripped and fell on the floor. Joanna valued the blonde’s courage and felt sorry for her, because the criminals decided to punish her by circling her ankles and thighs with more tape while using another strip of tape to cover her eyes. Not happy with that, one of the attackers violent pulled down Linda’s white bra, revealing her sizeable breasts. To the criminal’s delight, she found a vibrator in the locker used to stashed the blonde guard, so she placed it in the Walkyrie’s crotch and fixed it to her thigh with tape. Looking at how the bound, gagged, blindfolded and scantily clad squirmed, Joanna realised with a mixture of surprise and shame how much she was turned on by her colleague’s predicament. She also noticed that, behind here, Cory’s eyes were also fixated on their unfortunate partner.

The lieutenant finally managed to avert her eyes from that screen and continued her increasingly hopeless search. There were bound and gagged guards everywhere and all of them had lost their clothes. The brunette found two particularly shocking (yet alluring) scenes. First, a curvy redhead, Chloe, who was bent over a desk, wearing only light-purple lacy panties underneath black pantyhose, her enticing ass on display, was gagged with her own long braid. Second, there was a short, curvy blonde, named Kiara, hanging upside-down from one of the beams of the gym. The guard’s white bra was crammed in her mouth, used as an effective gag, while a vibrator rested on her white panties. Joanna had no idea what the guard could have done to deserve that, but she must had put a hell of a fight.

Finally, the brunette saw a police cruiser parked near the building, but her initial hope soon turned into ashes when she noticed that the car appeared to be empty, but it moved somehow suspiciously. Joanna at least discovered how the criminals had managed to access the building: disguised as cops while the real policewomen were presumably stashed inside their own cruiser’s trunk in their underwear, bound, gagged and blindfolded.

The brunette lieutenant was thinking what she could do next when, with the corner of her eye, she saw something unexpected and pleasantly surprising. A flicker of hope. Wearing yoga pants and a college sweater, and carrying a laptop bag, she saw Athena Costas leaving one of the infirmary rooms. One of the Walkyries was still free.

Athena Costas was a 22-year-old college student who had joined the Modern Walkyries to pay her astronomically-high university fees. Her olive skin, curly black hair, kind, brown almond-shaped eyes, oval face and hourglass body shape made her to stand out in a company full of attractive women. The young security guard had worked the night shift but, after clocking out, she had decided to remain at the building for a few more hours. Her flatmates were very noisy, so when she had to finish a college paper, she preferred to stay in the quiet infirmary with her laptop.

At that moment, how much Joanna Shearer loved that the young security guard, instead of handing a half-assed essay made with ChatGPT, had decided to stay a few more hours at the building to write something decent could not be described with words. ‘Hard work should be rewarded’, the brunette lieutenant thought, a wish that, in her mind, applied to both Athena and her.

Joanna bent over the console desk, trying to reach a telephone. The brunette lieutenant could feel Cory’s eyes savouring the image of her round ass, only covered by cheeky black panties, on display, wriggling, but, considering the feelings that seeing her fellow Walkyries in all kinds of predicaments had stirred in her, she could hardly blame the blonde guard. Besides, she had more urgent matters at hand. Despite having her elbows tightly tied with rope, Joanna managed to grab the phone and press the extension of the infirmary. The brunette’s face beamed with joy when she saw that a very puzzled Athena picked up the phone.

‘Athena. I mean… Private Costas. This is Lieutenant Shearer. Ok, we have no time for formalities. Athena: This is Joanna. The situation is fucked up. There has been a security breach and a band of criminals had taken control of the building. Although they are wearing our uniforms, they are imposters waiting for our colleagues to arrive. We have to warn them of the danger and you are our only chance to do that’, the brunette said as calmly as she could.

Joanna could see on the screen how the raven-haired beauty nodded with enough aplomb, so she started to come up with a plan. The brunette lieutenant saw that Dr. Amanda Perkins, the unit’s physician was bound and gagged in the infirmary, underneath her desk. The doctor, an attractive blonde with glasses who wore her hair in a bun, had not lost her clothes, she even still had her white coat on her; although her brown skirt had hiked up her legs, revealing that the shy doctor was wearing cheeky lingerie today: brown stockings and white lacy panties. Joanna admired the physician’s legs for a few seconds before deciding that it was not worthy to spend some precious minutes in freeing the doctor. ‘Time is of essence, Athena, so do not stop to free any of our colleagues, just come straight to the security cameras rooms, so we can raise the alarm. I will guide you using the security feed, so you can avoid the criminals. We are counting on you. You can do this’, the brunette lieutenant said, trying to inspire her younger subordinate.

This time, Joanna saw that Athena nodded with less conviction and that she could barely articulate an answer. ‘Good enough’, the brunette lieutenant told herself before she resumed talking. ‘Ok, leave your laptop behind and grab a small bottle of the new chloroform, X-565, and cloths from the wardrobe on the right. The key is in the doctor’s desk. Second drawer. Once you get everything, walk quickly towards the kitchen and wait for instructions there. Copy?’, Joanna said.

Athena replied with a barely audible ‘copy’, but she followed her superior instructions to the letter. Even when she ran into the doctor, the security guard mouthed a polite ‘sorry’ while she disregarded the blonde physician’s pleas for being rescued.

Once the raven-haired security guard arrived to the kitchen, Joanna called her again. The brunette lieutenant realised that there were not that many places with a telephone in the building and that the cameras did not work in section B, so Athena would have to fend for herself. An idea dawned on her so Joanna told Athena: ‘Ok, the building is swarmed with criminals wearing our uniforms, so you need to acquire a change of clothes for yourself. You cannot reach the locker room without being found, so use the chloroform to knock out one of these bitches and steal her uniform or rather take it back. Yes, the irony of the situation is not lost on me, but I do not see other way of doing this’.

Following her superior’s instructions, Athena soaked a cloth in X-565, their new chloroform, and left the kitchen’s door ajar, hiding behind it. It was a matter of time before someone noticed the oddity and went to checked there.

Joanna’s prayers were promptly heard: a short, curvy blonde with curly hair walked towards the kitchen, looking perplexed. More importantly, Athena had heard the footsteps and she was ready to strike. The brunette lieutenant’s heart filled with pride when she saw how effective Athena was. The moment the imposter stepped in, the security guard grabbed her from behind and press the cloth soaked in chloroform on the blonde’s face, who had no time to react or to shout.

Athena immediately started to undress the blonde criminal and Joanna did not miss a thing. The brunette enjoyed how the security guard loosened the importers’ stolen black tie and how swiftly she unbuttoned her equally stolen dark-grey short, revealing a lacy teal bra. Then, Athena rolled the criminal on her stomach, to take off the shirt, and, immediately after, she unzipped the black skirt, peeling it off the blonde’s round thighs and revealing matching lacy teal panties underneath light-brown pantyhose.

The security guard remembered her training, which made Joanna even more proud, so she quickly looked for something to restrain the criminal. X-565 was a potent chloroform but its effects faded in a matter of minutes. Athena could not find rope or tape, but she came up with a brilliant solution: the security guard pulled down the blonde’s light-brown pantyhose and used it to tie her hands behind her back and her ankles together in an improvised hogtie.

Joanna could not believe how resourceful Athena was and how much she was turned on by the situation, which became even spicier when the raven-haired security guard had to take off her yoga pants and sweater to put on the newly-acquired uniform. The brunette lieutenant could not believe her luck: she had the chance of admiring the olive-skinned beauty wearing only red cheeky panties and a matching lacy bra. The pleasant sight was short-lived though, as Athena quickly put on the Walkyries’ uniform, which was one size too small for her, but it would work. More importantly, the blonde criminal was carrying a cell that was now in the guard’s hands.

Athena realised that the blonde criminal was starting to wake up from the induced slumber, so she quickly put a kitchen rag in her mouth and used a cloth to keep it in place. The imposter was very surprised when she opened her eyes and realised that she was bound and gagged in her underwear. However, there was not much that she could when the increasingly confident security guard opened one of the kitchen’s wardrobes and locked her inside it.

The lieutenant stared at the screen, amazed at what she had just witnessed, and she noticed that, behind her, Cory, still bound and gagged, had not miss anything either. Joanna regained her senses and called to the kitchen’s telephone to give Athena her last instructions. She told the security guard to walk straightforward to section A, where the security cameras room was, trying not to attract attention. She also reminded her that now that she had a phone she could call her if she needed guidance, but the cameras in section B were not working.

The first time that Athena ran into a pair of criminals, Joanna held her breath, her heart pumping at full speed, but after a while the brunette security realised that the criminals did not know each other that well, so they assumed that anyone who wore a uniform was one of them, unable to imagine that there was a real Walkyrie whom they had not capture.

Athena walked unimpeded through sections D and C, and then Joanna lost track of her. The brunette lieutenant estimated that, walking at a quick pace, she should reappear on one of the screens of section A in 5-7 minutes. However, more than 10 minutes passed and there was no news of the security guard, until, out of a sudden, with the corner of her eye, she saw in another of the screens a security guard with long, black hair running to hide in the bathrooms.

Ten seconds later, the phone rang and, after Joanna picked it up, she could hear Athena’s agitated breathing and stuttered speech: ‘Someone spotted me, but I continued walking… Then, they started to shout, so I ran in another direction and… I think I lost them. I hid in the bathroom because I did not know where to go… Fuck… I hear a lot of grunting and noises coming from the stalls… What should I do now?’.

Joanna remembered what she had seen before, and she knew that Sherill, Juliana and probably more Walkyries were bound and gagged in their underwear in the bathroom stalls. For a moment, the lieutenant contemplated the idea of telling Athena to free their colleagues, but she realised that they would not be able to make a stand against that many criminals. ‘Fuck it. Let’s change our plan and do something bold. The secret safe is hidden in Section B-2, behind the second panel on the left. The combination is 6-13-27-55. The safe will open, but unless you immediately punch a second code which only the bosses know, it will trigger an alarm in our Headquarters. In a matter of minutes dozens of Walkyries will come to our rescue’, Joanna said with conviction and hang the phone.

The brunette lieutenant saw that, after a few seconds, the raven-haired security guard left the bathroom. However, something was wrong. She stopped and raised her head, smiling at the security camera. Joanna realised with dread that the security guard had a passing resemblance to Athena, her same complexion, skin colour and long, curly hair, but it was not her.

Out of a sudden, all the screens of Section B came back to life. In one of them, Joanna saw the real Athena, wearing only the red cheeky panties and matching lacy bra that she had seen before, with her hands tied behind her back and a look of embarrassment in her pretty face. Next to her stood a pretty woman with short blonde hair and grey cold eyes, wearing the Walkyries’ uniform, who held a phone on her left hand and a gun on her right, which she used to threatening yet sensually circle Athena’s left breast. It was evident that she was the leader of the criminals.

Joanna could not believe what she was seeing: the leader of the criminals was the infamous Ursula Volkanov, who had attacked their headquarters months ago. Shocked by the reveal, the lieutenant could not utter a word, so it was Ursula who made all the talking for her: ‘Jesus, lieutenant. This was a lot of fun. To be honest, we controlled the security feed the whole time, but we did not notice that we had missed a guard and that you had sent this cutie in a little adventure until she knocked out our blonde friend in the kitchen. I also did not know that you knew where the safe was and its combination, that is why we blocked the cameras while we tore apart all section B, looking for it. It was a huge gamble to force this cutie to call you while one of our friends, who looked a bit like her, ran to the bathroom, but it paid off big time. Thanks a lot for you invaluable help!’.

The lieutenant could not believe what she was hearing, so she only managed to stutter ‘but, but… I thought you wanted to set a trap for our colleagues when they arrive tonight with the new equipment’. ‘Why would I steal those fancy vehicles when now I can have the blueprints of all your new weapons and a lot of sensible information of your organization?’, the criminal retorted. Joanna’s shock finally waned, so the brunette’s confusion turned into anger: ‘you are not going to get away with this, bitch. This place will be full with Walkyries in a matter of seconds’.

Ignoring the lieutenant’s false bravado, Ursula replied: ‘we are going to be out of here before they arrive. Just as a precaution, we will take you, Athena and a few other security guards as hostages though. Do not worry, I guarantee you that we will find ways of having more fun together’.

Joanna looked at Athena, who had now a ball-gag placed in her mouth, so she looked even more alluring, bound, gagged and wearing only her racy red lingerie. Then, the lieutenant stared at Cory, who did not know what had happened, but she looked quite sexy nonetheless. Finally, Joanna looked at the two security guards bound, gagged and blindfolded underneath the desk, and the many Walkyries who appeared on the screens in a similar predicament, the hot redhead with a round ass, gagged with her own braid, the curvy blonde hanging upside-down in the gym… The brunette lieutenant wondered who will be taken prisoner by the criminals... Her bosses would probably fire her after, because, in the end, this debacle was actually going to be her fault, but she had to recognise that part of her was also curious and excited, looking with anticipation what she would see and do in her last hours as a Walkyrie.

OMG,This wording and sentence structure... Are you Mark Twain or Hemingway?

I wish!
Thanks a lot!

As always, excellent work! Hope to see more of the Valkyries...I think their CEO might want to get some revenge and that revenge probably won't go well for her.

Thanks a lot! I have two drafts that need to be finished, but I am more drawn to the Walkyries now, so maybe...