Sabine cracked the door and slipped into the room, drawing her pistol. The officer was clearly startled as she recognized the click of the hammer. “Don’t turn around,” Madame Ampleur said, “just unbuckle your belt and drop it.” The officer did so, reluctantly. “Now kick it over here.” She did as she was told. “OK, now take off your boots.” “What?” “Your boots, quickly now. And don’t make a sound.”
The officer did as she was instructed. “Now the pants.” She let out a groan of annoyance as she complied. “Whoa, those are some hairy legs. You could use some wax. The shirt, now.” “Why are you doing this?” the officer asked, in a low tone, “it’s not like you’re going to wear my uniform.” Sabine didn’t dignify the question. “No bra, hmmmm? And those are the ugliest panties I’ve ever seen. Get them off.”
The officer knew she had no choice. Slowly, she pulled the white briefs down. “Now, hands on your head and turn around slowly.” The officer complied. “Wow, that’s a lot of hair. You should really take better care of yourself.” “And you should bloody well f—“ “Watch what you say. Sit in the chair, now, hands behind your back.”
Sabine handcuffed her hands to the chair, forcing her to stay put. “Now, you don’t go anywhere. I’ll be taking these, and your uniform,” she said, picking up the belt and clothes, but leaving the boots.
“One last thing, she said, picking up the panties and shoving them into the officer’s mouth, “Wouldn’t want you to scream.” She finished the job with a nearby roll of duct tape, before leaving the dressing room.
