Uniform Stealing Board

Part II. Sicilian defence. August 26, 2023 (6.45 pm)
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The_Real_Susan
A surprise for our fans
Sat Aug 26, 2023 7:13 pm
We start a new adventure today, so we want to reward our loyal fans with live footage of it: www.livecams.com/copsuniformsarethebest
Grubber
Re: A surprise for our fans
Sat Aug 26, 2023 7:14 pm
Holy shit! Those are Susan and Zoe, and they have captured five cops!
Danke911
Re: A surprise for our fans
Sat Aug 26, 2023 7:15 pm
Fuck! The link does not work in my country. What is happening?
Kilgane67
Re: A surprise for our fans
Sat Aug 26, 2023 7:15 pm
Guys! Those are 100% Zoe and Susan and they are stealing the uniforms of some cops right now. Christmas came earlier this year.

Special Agent Lydia Wallace had a bad feeling. The federal officer knew that something was not right, but she could not point her finger exactly on what it was. The slim brunette had taken off her heels and was now sitting on a small couch in their improvised headquarters. At the other side of the room, Cpt Leslie Miller, a petite brunette with short hair and green eyes who was an Intelligence officer from the army, was in charge of the security cameras. She was wearing dark green skirt, tie and blazer, a light green shirt and black shoes. She was assisted by two young policewomen, Mackenzie Jones and Autumn Jones, who everyone mistook for sisters, as they shared the same last name (a coincidence) and they looked alike: they were both slim, fair skinned and had a pretty face, although Mackenzie had wavy brown hair and green eyes and Autumn was a blonde with blue eyes. The two cops were wearing knee-length navy blue skirt, a matching shirt, and black shoes and tie.

Agent Wallace was sharply dressed: she looked amazing wearing a wool grey skirt suit, a black shirt with a generous cleavage, black pantyhose and red heels. First, the slim brunette had picked a more modest outfit, but Special Agent Laura Griffiths, who was the leading agent in the mission, had ordered her to change into something fancier. ‘It is bad for morale if everyone knows that you pick your clothes assuming someone is going to steal them’, she said. Lydia Wallace hated her blonde colleague but she was right. Moreover, she was leading by example. Agent Griffiths had surprised everyone with a daring choice that nonetheless make her look stunning: a short white skirt (you could even see the trim of her beige stockings when she moved fast) with a matching blazer, a red shirt with a cleavage even more generous that Lydia Wallace’s and gold necklace and earrings. Her outfit screamed confidence in her plan, although Agent Wallace, for her own sake too, prayed that it was not unfounded.

After the Fitzsinclaire heist, Laura Griffiths had visited Michael Gower III as soon as the multimillionaire set foot on American soil. The blonde agent knew how to push Gower’s buttons, who had a hard time justifying why he had left Albion in such a hurry after the museum heist. Griffiths convinced the multimillionaire that she did not care about ‘some rusty swords’ or whatever he did across the ocean, she only wanted information regarding Ursula Volkanov. Finally, the finances mogul confided in the Special Agent. According to Gower, he did not know Mr. I, but he found out that Mr. I was pissed. The mysterious kingpin had contacted him and told him that he planned to rob the Oasis casino, which belonged to his hedge fund, the 26th of August, in the midst of a renowned poker tournament, in retribution for purchasing the swords. Mr. I had threatened him if he alerted the authorities, so Gower, being a respectable citizen involved in a nasty business, did not know what to do. Griffiths had correctly figured out that Ursula would be in charge of the sting, so she did not press further than that. Agent Wallace, on the other hand, suspected that Gower knew more than he admitted and wondered whether the multimillionaire was in trouble or just pretending to be naïve while using the federal agency in his games with Mr. I. In any case, their superiors were delighted with this information and put Laura Griffiths in charge of an operation to arrest Ursula and her friends.

Lydia Wallace disliked having to work under her much-detested colleague. Especially, she resented that Laura Griffiths had stolen her suggestion of an all-female unit to catch Ursula Volkanov and her band of criminals, which their superiors loved, particularly from the PR perspective. Nonetheless, Agent Wallace had to acknowledge that her blonde boss had devised a good plan.

Laura Griffiths was in charge of a team which included, besides Lydia Wallace and her partner Sonia Hernandez, two federal trainee agents, seventeen policewomen -three of them a tactical team of snipers-, and a SWAT team comprised of eight female members. Making the team bigger was not desirable, as it would increase the chances of leaking and infiltrations. At first, Agent Griffiths had thought of involving the Helada state police as well, but Wallace had warned her blonde boss about the incompetence and/or treachery of Cpt. Cross during the fateful adventure at the Perriot Dessert Hotel and, surprisingly, she has paid heed to her advice. In compensation, the federal agents had asked the Saigon State Police to double their vigilance in the state borders with Helada without specifying why.

More importantly, Agent Griffiths has used some connections she had to get some additional help. The Army had sent an Intelligence officer with a beta version of a new facial-recognition software, which was now connected to the casino’s security cameras and monitorised by the Army officer and two cops. This project was completely secret and should stay outside their reports, but it could help to detect Ursula and her teammates no matter which uniform they stole.

The federal agents also had the support of the casino’s security guards. Although the head of security was Patricia Palmer, a tall amazon who was the most reliable asset of the infamous Harris Security and held a thirst for vengeance against Ursula and her friends, the federal agents did not have special faith on the casino’s bimbo guards. That is why Griffiths had sent a few police officers undercover to the casino. The casino was comprised of a round central building and four short towers with hotel rooms. The federal agents had established their headquarters in one of them which was now being refurbished, making sure that no one else stayed there (lessons were learned from previous occasions). Security cameras and a password would prevent any unexpected visitors to get in. There was also a sniper nest at the top of the building and the SWAT team waited in a disguised van outside the casino, ready to intervene.

In case everything failed, there was a huge police detail who had created a security perimeter half a mile of the casino in all directions. This was the last line of defence, so it was manned by male police officers (Griffiths wanted to brag of an all-female team, but she also wanted to be cautious), who had blocked some key streets in order to establish check-points in which they were ordered to stop any car with more than two women inside without getting more details. The mayor’s office was going to be flooded with complaints the next day, but Laura Griffiths did not care ‘if the woke media complained about police-profiling, antifeminism, police brutality or whatever’ (her literal words).

The screens showed two undercover policewomen returning to the base, but Laura Griffiths had ordered to change shifts every thirty minutes, as she did not want anyone to be ‘unaccounted for’ more than a few minutes, so Agent Wallace did not pay attention. The brunette agent was more concerned with the police report she was reading. It was about a botched burglary attempt in a law firm by Ursula and her team two weeks ago.

Two policemen, officers Carter and Connors, were sent to Mason, Mason and Huckney after being notified that someone had activated the alarm. By the time they arrived there, they found a group of lawyers, paralegals and clerks waiting outside the building, and two female officers, Natalie Bell and Amy Morales, at the hall, talking to two security guards. Carter and Connors described the policewomen as both young, short and pretty, although one had strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes and the other had black hair, grey-blue eyes and pale skin. Agent Wallace appreciated the report’s neat description, but she could imagine the two cops lustily examining their two female colleagues. After the brief exchange with their partners, it seemed evident that it was a false alarm, although Carter and Connors decided to do a quick check on the building while their female partners finished questioning everyone to write a report. ‘Stay here where you are safe, maybe some burglar is hiding, ready to attack a pretty policewoman to steal her uniform. Hahahaha’, they jokingly told them. Lydia Wallace could not believe that the two morons had actually written that verbatim on the report.

The building seemed empty at first, but Carter and Connors soon realised it was not. While inspecting the upper floors, the two cops found three women dressed as some kind of superheroines bound and gagged. Two of them were tied back to back, with their hands zip-tied on each other’s lap and their breasts exposed, while the other was secured to a robust oak chair, kneeling and with her curvy ass, only covered by sexy see-through blue panties, on display. The cops promptly helped the women and we they spat the panties used to gag them, the wannabe-superheroines told them that they had been attacked by three women, two of them dressed as security guards.

Officer Connors then correctly guessed that all the security guards could have been replaced by impersonators, so he ran downstairs to alert his female colleagues. When Brooks arrived to the main entrance, the hall was empty, but he could hear some moaning and grumbling. When he walked to the main desk, she found the real Natalie Bell and Amy Morales, ball-gagged and with their hands and ankles tied with tape. The real Natalie was a slim blonde with green eyes and freckles who wore light-blue bikini panties and matching bra while Amy was a curvy Latina (the Morales surname should have rung a bell) with wavy brown hair and brown eyes who wore black tanga panties and a dishevelled grey sports bra, revealing her rotund tits, apparently to punish her from trying to put up a fight while being bound. Next to them, two security guards, a busty blonde named Giselle Young and a tall redhead named Hailey Brooks, were also bound and gagged in their sexy underwear, a pink and a green-light set, respectively, and black stockings. Agent Wallace sighed with resignation, apparently it was now considered ‘useful’ to describe the victims’ underwear in the police report of a uniform stealing.

The report detailed that the security guards had been attacked by two young women dressed as deliverers in order to stole their uniforms, so when the two female cops arrived to the law firm, they were lured into a trap and had their uniforms stolen as well. Consequently, Carter and Connors had been easily fooled by the two impersonators into searching the building while the four criminals escaped. The rest of the report sounded very familiar to Lydia Wallace, as Carter described how he found four other security guards and two paralegals bound, gagged and in different states of undress. The reconstruction of the attack was completed when the police found two cleaners and two deliverers tied up in their underwear in an abandoned black van near the law firm.

Lydia Wallace thought that they were missing something. The description of the attackers and the operation’s modus operandi matched Ursula’s and her team’s, but she did not believe that they had just failed. The brunette agent had checked www.ursulaandherfriendstales.com, where their worryingly large fanbase shared every news, video or picture of their ‘heroines’ and where Susan Dykinson uploaded her vast archive of materials recorded during their crimes. Agent Wallace was familiar with the website, after several failed attempts to delete the videos and pictures of her and her partner, Sonia Hernandez, hosted there. Therefore, she was surprised to see that there was nothing related to the Mason, Mason and Huckney’s burglary. Although Ursula could not hide that it was their doing, it was evident that she did not want to draw any attention to it. Why? Her now superior, Laura Griffiths, had found no direct connection between the law firm and the Oasis casino. Moreover, nothing was report missing at the law firm. Agent Wallace could not believe that Ursula had simply failed on her mission. She also found impossible that this raid had nothing to do with her plan to rob a casino in the same city two weeks later.

The pretty brunette agent sighed: This report was a dead end, and the only novelty it brought was the appearance of those wannabe-crime fighters dressed in ludicrous uniforms. Lydia Wallace was tired and frustrated, but she gently declined the coffee offered by Cpt Leslie Miller (the young military officer had brought a tray of coffees and donuts to apologise for arriving late) and decided to go back to the reports they gathered in Albion. She had suggested to investigate this mysterious groups called ‘Robin and her Merry Women’, but Agent Griffiths had considered it a waste of time. Her blonde superior was sure that their involvement in the museum heist was a coincidence. Furthermore, once Mr. Gower had come clean, they had all the information they needed to prepare a trap to arrest Ursula, so there was no need to start a wild-goose chase of some Albionese amateurs who wanted to impress Ursula and her team.

Her instinct told otherwise to Agent Wallace, so she picked one of the old reports and re-read it. Five minutes later, she found something that made her to pause. While reading the names of the Albionese criminals (Robin Archer, Marian Finn, Durene Lafleur, Siobhan Pierce, Andrea Trent and Lisa Randolph), she had a Eureka moment. Actually two, because only then she realised why they called themselves ‘Robin and the Merry Women’. More importantly, the name Marian Finn was very familiar and it could not be a coincidence. The brunette agent left the room in a hurry and told Cpt Miller and the two policewomen that she would be back in five minutes.
Lydia Wallace jogged to her room, where she had left her laptop charging. After what it looked like an eternity (the agency should provide their officers with newer and better computers, she cursed), the computer loaded, so she could search among her older files. She and Agent Hernandez had gathered a lot of information on Ursula’s past and connections and there she found the evidence she was looking for. Her memory was right: the name Marian Finn appeared in her notes because she had dated Ursula’s younger sister, Nadia, a few years ago. Nadia Volkanov had nothing to do with her older sister’s criminal ventures, but this simply could not be a coincidence. Lydia Wallace started to explore Nadia’s social media in search of old pictures until she found one of her and Marian Finn in a college party. The brunette agent froze when she saw a petite brunette with long hair and green eyes. Although she had now cut her hair, she instantly recognised Marian: she was now sitting in their headquarters, dressed with a military uniform and pretending to be Cpt Leslie Miller.

***

Earlier that day, the real Leslie Miller gave a last glance at her appearance in the mirror. The young captain looked a pretty, short blonde with short ash-blonde hair and green eyes, dashing in her uniform, which consisted in a knee-long olive-green skirt, matching jacket and hat, a light-green shirt, a dark-green tie and black heels. Cpt Miller checked her watch again: her driver was supposed to be here five minutes ago. The blonde officer did not like to be part of this mission, but she was a professional above anything else, so she did not want to be late.

Someone from the Federal Agency of Intelligence had used some connections in the Army to ‘borrow’ a secret facial-recognition software which was in the beta-testing phase. Miller’s superiors hated the idea of working with civilians, but they had received some political pressures, so they finally relented. Col. Atkinson agreed to send an officer to work with the feds as long as the military involvement stayed out of every single report. Consequently, Leslie Miller had been ordered to fly to Pacific City, where the Army had rented a discreet apartment for her to stay. There a military police officer from a nearby base would pick her up and drive her to the Oasis casino, where she would join the team created to catch the famous Ursula Volkanov.

Leslie Miller was not particularly excited to be part of this mission. Like everyone in the country, she had followed Ursula’s adventures on the news, but she was not particularly impressed by her feats. The blonde captain particularly lamented that two military officers, Capt. Veronika Harris and Lt. Deborah Stalwart, had been two of their victims in one of the criminal’s mission, a year ago, which had brought immense shame to the Army. Leslie Miller simply could not picture how two military women would let have their uniforms stolen so easily by regular criminals. A buzz stopped the captain’s train of thought: her driver was finally here.

The sound of Leslie Miller’s heels and wheel-bag resonated in the apartment’s deserted parking, where she was saluted by a petite woman with short brown hair and green eyes, Pvt Yolande Hall, who wore olive-green trousers and shirt, black boots and the ‘Military Police’ band on her arm. The blonde captain did not like the soldier’s appearance, as her uniform looked too baggy on her, as if it was not her size. She also resented that the soldier had not offered to carry her wheel-bag and put it on the black SUV’s trunk, so she had to do it herself.

It all made sense when Leslie Miller opened the trunk. The blonde captain gasped when she saw a woman lying there, ball-gagged and blindfolded in her underwear with her hands and ankles zip-tied. The real Yolande was a short, busty woman, who wore her brown hair in a ponytail and had opted that fateful day to wear plain white panties and a matching bra with a small pink ribbon in the middle, which struggled to contain the soldier’s generous breasts as she wriggled, trying to escape from her bonds.

Leslie Miller gasped in surprise but before she could do anything else, she felt the touch of a gun in her back. Marian took the captain’s side gun and told her: ‘Ok Cap, I no longer need this uniform, so I need you to quickly take off your clothes which will also be a better fit for me’. The blonde military warned and threatened her attacker of the consequences of what she was doing, but the click of the gun ended her protests. ‘Enough of clichés, sweetheart. Shut up and start stripping’, Marian forcefully ordered.

The blonde captain gulped and obeyed, piling her uniform in the trunk of the car next to a now quieter Yolande, who has quickly realised that she was not going to be freed anytime soon. Marian admired Leslie’s trim body and her surprisingly sexy lingerie (the blonde captain was wearing bright red lacy panties, a matching lacy bra, and black garters and stockings) but lost no time in restraining her captive, in case the shocked disappeared and she tried to fight back. Marian and the rest of the Albionese team had spent the last weeks training with Ursula and her friends, so Leslie Miller found herself lying down next to Pvt Yolande Hall, ball-gagged, blindfolded and with her hands and zip-tied in a matter of seconds.

Marian quickly took off her uniform and boots and threw them in the trunk of the car as well. The petite brunette was wearing black tanga panties and matching bra, so she took a pair of black pantyhose from her backpack and put it on. She liked Cpt. Miller’s garters and stockings, but it would have been slower to order her to take them off. Besides, the captive looked much better this way. Marian quickly put on the unfortunate captain’s uniform and placed Miller’s precious wheel-bag next to the captives, who moaned and protest through their ball-gags to no avail. ‘Shit, I almost forgot. A friend asked to take a couple of pictures of you, so smile bitches’, Marian said while she took off her phone. Yolande and Leslie squirmed and cursed their captor for the additional humiliation, but their protests died out when Marian closed the trunk.

The fake military captain drove the SUV to a nearby secluded spot, when she was greeted by her friends Durene, Andrea and Lisa, who were waiting for her in a stolen black van. The three criminals quickly opened the SUV’s trunk and took the two captives, placing them inside the black van. Durene got a coil of rope and tied both women together, with their breasts rubbing each other’s. She even had time to use additional rope to circle their tits and crotch-rope them, which would make them think twice to wriggle. The ebony beauty also wanted to show Susan that her lessons had been useful, so she took more pictures of the defeated women.

Durene, Andrea a Lisa hid in the SUV’s trunk while Marian drove to the Oasis casino. Wearing her newly acquired uniform it was not difficult for her to fool the three policewomen who waited for her in the deserted building’s parking that they had turned into their headquarters. Sgt Abigail Williams, a 38-year-old plump blonde with blue eyes who wore her hair in a bun, and officers Lauren Allen, a young curvy redhead with green eyes and freckles, and Teresa Valle, a 32-year-old voluptuous Latina with brown skin, curly black hair and sweet brown eyes, thanked who they thought was the real Cpt Miller for the coffee and donuts she gave them and told them where she had to go. Carrying her wheel-bag, Marian Finn smiled and walked into the headquarters. Ursula’s plan had worked: the feds were watching the casino, but they would not expect that the criminals would attack their own headquarters.

***

Agent Wallace had realised that they were ‘under attack’ when she found out that Ursula’s team had been reinforced by Robin and her Merry Women and one of them, Marian Finn, was impersonating the military officer who was supposed to help them. Lydia Wallace wondered how the criminal had found out about the help provided by the Army and, more urgently, she figured out that the facial-recognition software was not really working, so Ursula or any of her accomplices could be in the casino right now. However, the brunette agent had no time to think about the many implications of this discovery: she had to act quickly.

At first, Lydia Wallace thought of running to Laura Griffiths and alert her superior. However, she considered that if she could go back to the room where the fake Cpt Miller was, pretending that she was not aware of the impersonation, they would gain a tactical advantage over Ursula and her friends. This move was riskier but it could prove more beneficial in the long-term or at least that is why Agent Wallace justified taking that decision to herself, although she recognised that fearing that her blonde boss would take credit for Lydia’s discovery if she ran to her influenced greatly on her final decision. Maybe things would had played out differently if she had been a team-player at that moment, the brunette agent would later rue.

The brunette agent took a couple of minutes to compose herself and to hatch a plan, then she returned to the comms room trying to act nonchalantly. However, when she opened the door she realised that her ruse of pretending that she did not know that Cpt Miller was an impostor could no longer be sustained. Mackenzie Jones was sitting unconscious on her swivel chair, ball-gagged and with her hands and ankles taped. The policewoman’s navy-blue shirt had been partially unbuttoned, revealing a teal-coloured bra, and her skirt had been yanked, showing the brown-haired cop’s matching panties. Next to her, her partner Autumn had fared even worse. The blonde cop was lying on the floor unconscious, ball-gagged and hogtied, wearing only white bikini panties and a matching white bra.

Agent Wallace immediately drew her weapon and pointed it at Marian, who was caught by surprise while unbuttoning her light-green shirt, ready to change her military uniform for Autumn’s clothes. The impersonator softly cursed and followed Wallace’s instructions, raising her hands and slowly turning towards her.

The brunette agent asked Marian what had she done to the policewomen, but the criminal’s only answer was to shrug her shoulders. Lydia Wallace inspected the room and the truth dawned on her: the fake military officer had drugged the coffees she had given to them. The federal agent had been so immersed in reading reports that, unlike the two cops, she had not even sipped her drink.

Realising that her initial plan could not work, Lydia Wallace thought that finding the real Cpt Miller was a priority. If they could activate the facial-recognition software before Ursula found out her teammate had been arrested, they would surprise her. The brunette agent then called Sgt Williams and the two officers who watched the parking: maybe the unfortunate military officer was bound and gagged in her underwear in her own car. Agent Wallace’s hunch was reasonable, considering the modus operandi of Ursula’s team, but it was not completely correct: she was bound and gagged in her underwear with her driver in a stolen car used by the criminals. Anyway, it did not matter: Sgt Williams and her cops would not answer the brunette agent’s call.

***

Lauren Allen was angry at her colleagues. The curvy cop had tried to get a second donut from the box the kind military officer had given them but both her partner, Teresa Valle, and her superior, Sgt Abigail Williams, had made fun of her. Lauren’s face got crimson red, matching her luscious hair, so the policewoman babbled some excuses about patrolling the allegedly deserted parking to get away from her colleagues for a few minutes. The redheaded cop was tired of the constant teasing she endured from Teresa and Sgt Williams. In this particular case, she found the snarky comment especially hypocritical, considering that her colleagues had eaten two donuts each and both were curvy and plump like Lauren.

The redheaded policewoman walked around the parking, wondering if she should request a transfer while absentmindedly she stirred her black coffee. She preferred to drink cocoa or sweet tea, but she had not dare to say anything, in case her partners made fun of her, so she grabbed a cup although she had not drunk it. Suddenly, Lauren heard a faint noise, so she moved stealthily in that direction. The redhead was a decent cop, for all the mockery she had to stand from her colleagues: she hid and watched how two women, a black beauty and a slim blonde, stepped out of the trunk military officer’s SUV, and quietly followed them.

The two women were Durene Akomeghian and Lisa Stevenson, members of the Albionese criminal band called ‘Robin and her Merry Women’, although Lauren would only find out that the following day. They quickly moved towards the main entrance where, to the redheaded cop’s shock, they found Sgt Abigail Williams and officer Teresa Valle lying on the floor unconscious. Lauren saw how the criminals started to quickly undress her partners after the blonde woman send a text message with her phone. The redheaded cop drew her gun, ready to intervene, but a part of her was enjoying seeing her mean colleagues being humiliated, so she stopped for a second. Lauren thought that she could wait a few more seconds to arrest the infiltrators and call for back-up, so the rest of their colleagues would find the two mean cops in her underwear. The busty cop would regret that decision thought.

In the meantime, Durene and Lisa took no time in removing the two policewomen’s uniforms, piling up the cops’ navy-blue trousers and shirts, and black shoes and ties next to their unconscious and involuntary donors. Then, they sat the cops back to back and restrained them together with their own handcuffs, using a pair of to tie Sgt Abigail Williams’ right wrist and Teresa’s left and vice versa. The criminals used ball-gags to silence their victims, in case they awoke from their induced slumber, and taped their ankles to further limit their mobility. As a final touch, Durene lowered the cops’ bras exposing their massive breasts.

Lauren deviously grinned seeing their colleagues in such a predicament and smiled at the coincidence that both Sgt Williams and Teresa, like herself, had opted for a black set of underwear, although the blonde sergeant’s basic panties and bra contrasted to the Latina’s racy thong and lacy bra. Once the redheaded saw with delight that the attackers had exposed her mean partners’ tits, she decided to intervene. It was too late thought.

There was a third member of the group hidden in the military SUV’s trunk, Andrea Bellotti, who stayed behind in case something went wrong with her friends’ exploration. Once Durene and Lisa saw that only two policewomen had drunk the spiked coffee, they warned Andrea that there was a cop missing. The redheaded quickly found the similarly redheaded policewoman hidden near the main entrance. She was surprised that she did not rush to help her colleagues, but appreciated the gesture, as it gave her more time to ambush her. Andrea stealthily moved behind the cop and jumped her, covering her mouth with her hand and pressing a knife to her side. ‘Drop you weapon and put your hands on your head, pig’, she said. The surprised Andrea meekly obeyed, cursing herself for her pettiness.

‘I found the cop who does not like coffee’, Andrea announced to her friends, pushing the captured Lauren who, once the criminal had taken her gun, had realised she was utterly defeated. Durene was taking pictures of the bound and gagged cops with her phone, but quickly turned her attention to the new captive. ‘I am sure Susan will be elated if, besides some pics of unconscious bitches in their underwear, we give her additional material’, she said. Then, set her phone on ‘video’ pointing it at Lauren and ordered the policewoman to strip. The irony of suffering an arguably worse fate than her colleagues for not trying to help them was not lost on Lauren. However, the mortified cop quickly loosened her tie and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black bra with a cute ribbon. The redheaded did not need more encouragement to continue, afraid of incurring on her captors’ wrath, so she stepped off her boots and pulled down her navy-blue trousers, showing them her black tanga panties, which revealed her voluptuous thighs and ass. Lauren only sighed in resignation, when the criminals asked her to take off her bra too, as they were anxious to see her generous rack, but quickly complied too.

Once the cop was left wearing only her black tanga panties, Durene quickly restrained her. As they were in a bit of a hurry, she thought of an ingenious and quick method: she asked Lauren to sit down, flexing her knees in front of her and then used the policewoman’s handcuffs to restrain her hand behind her knees, curling her like a ball. The redheaded cop protests were immediately silenced with a ball-gag. The criminals debated whether they should chloroform her for extra precaution, but Durene argued that the curvy cop was not flexible enough to escape that predicament. In any case, the discussion ended when they heard a phone call, realising that someone was futilely trying to contact the now bound, gagged and scantily clad cops. ‘Let’s put these bitches’ uniforms and inform Ursula that everything is going accordingly to plan’, Lisa concluded.

***

Lydia Wallace correctly realised that something bad had happened to Sgt Abigail Williams and the two other policewomen after a failed second attempt to call them. The excitement of having arrested one of Ursula’s minions quickly wore off in the light of additional threats. It was time to contact her superior and inform her of the current situation. The brunette agent called Laura Griffiths and efficiently reported her the situation: the band of Robin and her Merry Women were working with Ursula’s team again and she has arrested a member of the latter, Marian Finn. However, she had managed to render the two policewomen manning the security cameras unconscious and there were other three cops unaccounted for.

The brunette agent was surprised by Agent Griffiths’ laconic response, telling her that she would join her in the security cameras’ room immediately, but she did not have more time to think about it. Agent Wallace had averted her weapon from Marian for a few seconds, an opportunity that the criminal used to jump on the federal agent. The petite brown-haired had received some training from Ursula, but Lydia Wallace had significantly improved her personal-defence skills after the adventure at the Perriot Desert Hotel, so she was able to fend-off Marian’s attack. After a short struggle, the brown-haired criminal laid on the floor with her light-green shirt unbuttoned, revealing a lavender-colour bra, and her olive-green skirt lifted above her waist, showing that she was wearing matching panties and sexy black pantyhose, while Agent Wallace kneeled on top of her, holding her gun again.

Lydia Wallace panted after the struggle and considered searching the fake military officer’s bag for material to restrain, but she did not dare to do it before her superior and reinforcements arrived because Marian’s look evidenced that the criminal was far from resigned to her fate. Fortunately, the door opened in that precise moment.

Laura Griffiths stepped inside followed by the two undercover cops who has just come back from their shift inside the casino. There was some kind of nerdy convention in town, so cosplayers and people dressed up in different costumes were the norm in the casinos that weekend. In consequence, Agent Griffiths had had the idea that the policewomen deployed inside should use disguises instead of regular plain clothes. Probably the blonde agent thought it was a clever move, something like using Ursula’s same weapons against her. Lydia Wallace had not seeing the point of it, although she had not voiced her opinion. In any case, next to Laura Griffiths stood two women with guns in her hands dressed as two famous detectives from a cartoon: a redhead who wore a green hair-band, a purple dress and mauve pantyhose and a brunette with short hair and glasses who wore an orange sweater, red mini-skirt and white knee-socks.

Agent Wallace stepped up from the fake military officer and drew away her weapon, relaxing, until she saw her superior’s pale face. Laura Griffiths was silent, with her eyes wide open, unable to react. Lydia Wallace knew that, for all her bravado, her blonde superior did not have much field experience, but she was surprised to see how affected she was by a situation that was undoubtedly worrying but far from being definitive. This time, it was Agent Wallace who was wrong.

Suddenly, the woman dressed as the redheaded detective turned her weapon towards Agent Wallace and smiled, ordering Lydia to drop her gun to the floor and put her hands on her head. Underneath the red-hair wig, a ton of make-up, coloured contact lenses and some minor plastic surgery, Lydia Wallace heard the unmistakable voice of Ursula Volkanov. Shocked, she looked to a mortified Laura Griffiths, who mouthed a silent ‘sorry’, trembling. The brunette agent took a deep breath and obeyed, dropping her weapon and cursing her bad luck.

***

Wendy Bennet sighed with relief when the guy dressed as a Nordic god finally got the hint that she was not interested in him and left with his hammer. Wendy and her partner, Norah Wood, tried to focus on their task, but they were receiving a lot of attention from guys who flirt with them and bought them drinks. Their disguises certainly did not help. Wendy was a tall, slim blonde with blue eyes and toned legs who wore a redhaired wig, a short purple dress and mauve pantyhose. Norah, a short comely brunette with green eyes was also wearing a wig (hiding her long braid underneath it), fake glasses, an orange sweater, a red miniskirt and white knee-socks. Both policewomen were in their early twenties, so they did not know who they were dressed up as until someone told them they were Daphne and Velma from an old cartoon named Scooby Doo.

The two cops did not understand why they had to use disguises instead of regular clothes to act undercover and who had picked those outfits. Earlier this morning, when Wendy, Norah and the rest of the cops assigned to the mission saw the outfits selected, someone has said that Cpt Thomas Evans, the creep in charge of this administrative stuff, has probably selected the disguises personally based on his fetishes. Someone else added that he probably had done it hoping to obtain videos and pictures of them once Ursula and her team captured the cops and stole their clothes. A few others, including Wendy and Norah, were among those that were happy to wear disguises, even if it attracted too much attention of dudes, as they thought that wearing a police uniform would put a target on your back.

Morale was pretty low among the policewomen. With the exception of some eager rookie officers, the rest had been ‘conscripted’ by their superiors when the Federal Agency has ordered Pacific City Police to form an all-female team for a mission. You did not have to be a genius to know that when their misogynist bosses did something like that, trouble was on the horizon. The federal agent in charge, a blonde named Laura Griffiths, had tried to soothe their misgivings. She also had appealed to their sense of duty and reminded them the fame (and promotions) they would all obtain after capturing the infamous Ursula Volkanov and her team.

Wendy was not completely persuaded, but the plan sounded sane and she was a pro, so she focused on their tasks. The casino’s main hall consisted in a huge open space covered by a dome. In the north-western corner there was a door, which led to the VIP area where the poker tournament would take place and to the elevator which led to the casino’s vault. The two cops were in charge on watching that door. Agent Griffiths had ordered to be especially vigilant so the two security guards who stood next to the door were not replaced by anyone.

Wendy and Norah were seated in a strategic position: drinking virgin mojitos and slowly losing a few hundreds of dollars in chips they had been given by Agent Griffiths in the roulette. The two cops looked at their watches with optimism, their shift was about to end and nothing has happened, when, suddenly, they heard a commotion coming from the centre of the big room. Wendy saw that the two security guards who watched the door ran towards the origin of that kerfuffle, so she told her parent to stay put while she went to inspect what was going on.

Norah watched the door so intently that she did not notice that two drunk blondes sat close to her until it was too late. ‘5, Red, Even’, the croupier shouted when one of the two blondes hugged the confused undercover policewoman and babbled: ‘Dear, How is it going? I did not recognise you! Let’s go to the bar so we can have a drink to celebrate’. The brunette cop uncomfortably hugged her, trying to get rid of her without making a fuss, and quietly said: ‘I think you have mistaken me for someone else’. ‘I know am right’, the blonde hissed, not showing any stupor or signs of drunkenness anymore. Norah froze in her place, but before the cop could react, she felt a sting in her side and immediately started to feel drowsy. The two blondes grabbed her arms and gently carried her to the washroom, followed by the indifferent looks of the croupier and other clients, who just saw another group of ladies who had had one just too many.

In the meantime, the cop dressed as Daphne had found out that the commotion had been caused by two pickpockets that had stolen some chips. They had tried to run, wreaking havoc in the hall, but they had been finally caught by the security guards. Daphne saw that the two women assigned to the north-western door safely returned to their position so she did likewise.

When the undercover cop came back to the roulette table, she saw with alarm that her partner Norah was not there. She was ready to radio to raise the alarm when a slim blonde with a sweet smile and glasses talked to her: ‘Hi, I was waiting for you. Your friend dressed as Velma ran to the washroom for a second and asked me to wait for you and tell you, so you would not worry’. Wendy was perplexed, but the blonde woman looked so mousy and calm, that she did not suspect that this chain of events could not be coincidental. Consequently, the undercover cop, fearing that it would blow her cover, went to the washroom instead of trying to contact her partner or her superiors. The following day, when questioned, officer Wendy Bennet would further argue that she was wearing a small ear piece connected with the headquarters, so, because no one had warned her, she assumed that the woman had not been identified by the facial-recognition software as a member of Ursula’s team. This part was redacted from the final report though.

In earnest, Wendy was feeling a bit guilty, as they had accepted earlier a couple mojitos which were not virgin from a pair of handsome dudes. The undercover cop started to panic, thinking that they would get in trouble if their superiors found out that they had been drinking while on duty, so she did not notice that the quiet blonde was following her to the washroom.

The cop dressed as Daphne walked into the women’s washroom but she did not see her partner, so she imagined she was in one of the stalls. Wendy waited for two minutes and when she saw that all the stalls were empty except one at the farthest corner, she walked there knocking on the door. A pretty blonde carrying a backpack walked towards her and told her: ‘If you are Daphne, I assume you are looking for Velma. She is in there, probably not feeling great’.

Wendy nodded and turned the door-knob, opening the door. The undercover saw with alarm that her partner was in a different kind of distress though. Nora was sitting unconscious, with her hands zip-tied to the back of the toilet and her mouth taped. More worryingly, the brunette was only wearing white panties and a matching bra, her clothes, including her white knee-socks and wig stolen. The cop dressed as Daphne felt a sting in her side and tried to shout, but the blonde covered her mouth with her hand and pushed her inside the stall, locking behind them. Wendy’s last thought before falling unconscious was that she should have picked a different set of underwear for the assignment.

The two mysterious blonde women were Ursula and Sally, who had been following the two undercover cops for their entire shift, looking for a chance to strike. Sally now stood in the next stall, so Ursula opened her backpack and pass her Norah’s clothes and wig to dress up as Velma -she was already wearing glasses-. Then, she quickly started to undress Wendy so she could be Daphne. The blonde secret agent rolled down the cop’s mauve pantyhose, smiling when she saw the cop was wearing some cute white tanga panties with blue stripes and an anchor. Then, she took off her wig and purple dress, revealing a matching bra. Ursula lowered Wendy’s bra a little, so she could catch a glimpse of the policewoman’s perky tits, but lose no time. She zip-tied her captive’s hands behind her back and sat her on her partner’s lap. Then, she got some tape from the backpack and taped both cops together with their breast rubbing each other’s. Finally, she put a red ball-gag on Wendy’s mouth.

Dressed as Daphne and Velma, the two criminals returned to the police headquarters when their shift was over without no one noticing that they were two impersonators. Ursula and Sally walked into Laura Griffith’s office to report and gave the blonde federal agent the surprise of her life.

Agent Griffiths was stupefied when the two women entered her office and pointed their guns at her. Not even in her scariest nightmares she could imagine that her carefully planned trap could end as quickly and as unceremoniously as this. She was still shocked when she received the call from Agent Wallace, informing her that she had arrested an impersonator. Following Ursula’s instructions, she ordered Lydia Wallace to stay put and wait for them, although those minutes were a daze, her brain refusing to accept the implications of what was happening. As an automaton, she walked to the security cameras with Ursula and Sally, reality slowly sinking in.

***

The intense way Agent Wallace looked at her, a mixture of disappointment and incredulity, made Laura Griffiths to finally regain her senses. It was too late though, and now the situation was dire for the federal agents.

Lydia Wallace could not believe that her arrogant superior had meekly followed Ursula’s orders without showing resistance, but then she remembered her own attitude at the Perriot Desert Hotel and changed her mind. A criminal is pointing a gun to you and you obey, you do not act like a stupid hero. That is what they teach you in the academy. Ursula and her team had never shot anyone, but one day that would happen. Moreover, they were trained in personal combat and found spicy ways of punishing their rowdy captives, so there was not much Laura Griffiths or herself could have done. The brunette agent tried not to lose hope though. She made a mental recount of their numbers. ‘Considering the three policewomen from the parking have already been neutralised, there are still five more in a close room, a few more agents undercover in the casino, the snipers in the rooftop and the SWAT team outside besides the security perimeter. Everything is not lost yet’, she thought.

The problem was that Ursula Volkanov did not seem very worried. The blonde criminal smiled to the federal agents and told them: ‘I am sure you have thousands of questions and, believe me, I would love to brag about how I have managed to counter your plan, but the villain telling her victims about the plan is such a cliché that we are going to skip it. I am sure you will write a nice report with all details tomorrow’. Then, looking at Laura Griffiths, she continued: ‘I do not know why they put you in charge. You do not seem more intelligent that my ‘old friend’ Agent Wallace. Speaking of old acquaintances, where is Agent Hernandez? Anyway, I am sure we will run into her at some point. Sorry, I will stop digressing. Blondie, you are not very smart, but you know what is coming, don´t you? Strip, please’.

Agent Griffiths’ face turned livid. The blonde agent looked at Agent Wallace, perplexed. She now regretted having made fun of her for being defeated and humiliated by Ursula but it was too late. Her brunette colleague did not transmit any sympathy towards her. Part of Lydia Wallace actually enjoyed that her cunty superior experienced a taste of Ursula’s medicine; however, she knew that it would be her turn next, so there was not much reason to celebrate.

Laura Griffiths gulped and took off her white blazer, leaving it on a table. Then, she slowly started to unbutton her red shirt, but immediately stopped when she saw that Ursula was recording it with her phone. The secret agent ordered her to continue taking off her clothes, otherwise she would go help her, so the blonde agent removed her shirt and tossed it on the floor. Ursula could not but admire the federal agent’s imposing tits, covered by a lacy white push-up bra with a cute pink ribbon in the middle. Ursula made a gesture of impatience and Agent Griffiths unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The secret agent whistled in appreciation and made the federal agent to turn around, so they could admire her sexy figure. Her toned legs, sheathed in beige stockings, and her skimpy white tanga panties, which enhanced the agent’s round butt, were an alluring look.

Ursula could not resist the temptation and decided to check if the federal agent was still hiding anything. Laura Griffiths protested but did not fight back when Ursula sensually kissed the agent’s neck and ears, toying with her golden necklace and earrings, and fondled her generous breasts. Then, she slowly ascended her hands from her ankles to her pussy and cupped her sexy butt. ‘Ursula, I found the card. It was in her blazer’s pocket’, Sally said. ‘Well, I wanted to double check, just in case’, Ursula answered to her friend while winking an eye to Agent Griffiths.

Next to her, Lydia Wallace gulped. ‘How does Ursula know about the card?’, she thought. The head of security, Patricia Palmer, had given them two copies of the card which opened the elevator which led to the casino’s vault. On the other hand, the brunette agent felt relieved. She had actually hidden hers in her panties, so hopefully Ursula did not feel the need now to search her as well. Suddenly, she looked at one of the security cameras and saw on the screen that two other undercover policewomen were returning to their headquarters once their shift was over. Agent Wallace saw that no one else had noticed it. Marian Finn was putting on a policewoman’s uniform, Sally was tampering with the computers and Ursula was apparently distracted, teasing Agent Griffiths.

The brunette agent thought that if she could stall, someone would raise the alarm or come rescue them. Therefore, she talked to Ursula: ‘At least you have to tell us why you raided the law firm two weeks ago. You are too good to fail, so, tell me, what did you get from there?’

The secret agent smiled and turned to her. ‘You are a smart cookie, aren’t you?’, she answered. ‘I will tell you if you tell me first how you discovered that she was not the real Cpt Miller’, she said pointing to Marian. Lydia Wallace nodded and then explained to Ursula how she made the connection of ‘Robin and her Merry Women’ with Ursula thanks to her younger sister Nadia. With the corner of the eye, Agent Wallace saw that the two undercover cops were now in the building, walking towards the room where the other five policewomen waited. ‘It was working!’, she thought. It was a matter of time that they noticed something was wrong and raised the alarm.

Ursula smiled and, looking at Laura Griffiths told her: ‘See? She is the one who should had been in charge’. Then, turned to Lydia Wallace and said: ‘This was pretty clever, but your ruse of stalling is not going to work, sweetie. If you look at the screen, you are going to get a big surprise’. Looking at the feed from the nearby room, the brunette agent saw how the two women who she thought were two undercover cops drew their weapons to the five unprepared policewomen. Lydia Wallace closed her eyes in resignation and quietly cursed.

***

Kelsey Foster sat on the floor with her legs stretched and her hands tied to her ankles. One of her captors, who she recognised as Susan Dykinson from the dossier they had given them earlier this morning, placed a waded cloth in her mouth, silencing her meek protests with tape. The strawberry blonde’s finger circled Kelsey’s nipples and toyed with her lacy black bra, then she pulled the elastic of her lacy black tanga panties and release it with a snap. ‘I would love to play with you some more, but unfortunately we are in hurry, cutie’, she told her.

Kelsey sighed with relief and thought how stupid and naïve she was. Kelsey was a slim raven-haired with blue eyes, pale and soft skin who had recently graduated from the police academy at Pacific City. When they had asked for volunteers for a special mission, she and her friend and partner, Dakota Monroe, had stepped up. Some senior cops had told her that an all-female special unit was normally a bad omen, but the two eager rookies wanted to prove themselves, dreaming with arresting the infamous Ursula Volkanov. Her hunch was correct: the unit was created to arrest the notorious villain. However, things had not worked out well for the two young policewomen. Her partner Dakota would agree, but the she was now unconscious. The busty blonde cop was tied and gagged like Kelsey in her sexy underwear, which consisted of a yellow lacy tanga panties and a matching bra, which had been lowered to reveal the blonde’s fulsome tits.

The two cops were working undercover at the casino, with the mission of reporting anything suspicious. Instead of regular clothes, they wore costumes: short red tunic dresses with a gold badge and tall black boots. Kelsey and Dakota did not know anything about Start Trek but they found exciting to work undercover like spies. They also looked quite sexy in those costumes, so they even took a few selfies to post them on Instagram after the mission concluded.

Despite their inexperience, they did their best though. So, when they heard a commotion in the centre of the main hall, they went to explore what was going on. Apparently two pickpockets had pushed a woman to a fountain while trying to escape, but they had finally been arrested by the casino’s security guards. The two undercover cops thought that it was their duty to investigate, in case it was not a coincidence, so they decided to split. Kelsey would follow the woman, who was been politely accompanied by a security guard to change her clothes while Dakota tried to find out more about the pickpockets.

Kelsey got closer and realised with surprise that the woman who had fallen in the fountain was federal agent Sonia Hernandez, who was acting undercover like them. To protect both their covers, she only exchanged a quick look with Agent Hernandez, and left. When she returned to the meeting point, Dakota was not there yet, so she decided to look for her partner. She was afraid that they had overstepped with their inquiry, so she did not dare to contact the headquarters. The raven-haired cop felt slightly better the next day, when she knew that it would have not mattered much.

The undercover cop left the main hall and entered a deserted corridor which she correctly figured out was a restricted area. She did not walk much further though. A couple of hands emerged from a door, covering her mouth before she could scream, and dragged her inside aroom. Kelsey immediately recognised the infamous Zoe, who was grabbing her, and Susan, who was quickly tying up the now unconscious and scantily clad Dakota.

‘You arrived before we could prepare a second batch of chloroform, bonita. Be a doll and take off your boots and clothes quickly if you know what is best for you and your friend’, the Latina whispered in her ear. The raven-haired cop easily caught Zoe’s sweet albeit threatening tone and quickly obeyed. In a matter of minutes, she was sitting bound and gagged in her underwear next to Dakota. Like her partner, she was put to sleep with a cloth soaked in chloroform, so she did not see how Zoe and Susan exchanged her clothes for the undercover cops’ costumes.

Zoe and Susan, now dressed as two sexy members of a Stark Trek crew, returned to the building used by the police as headquarters. Following Ursula’s instructions, they walked straight towards the room where the rest of the policewomen waited instructions. They opened the door and, before any of the five cops realised that the two women wearing those red costumes were not their partners, they drew their guns and pointed them at the confused policewomen.

The commanding officer, Lt Cristina Nuñez, a curvy Latina with curly brown hair and brown eyes, refused to surrender and confronted Zoe. The brave policewoman had heard that Ursula’s team did not use their guns any more than to scare their victims, so she hoped that the rest of the cops would follow their lead and they could overrun the two criminals. Unfortunately, none of her colleagues shared Lt Nuñez’s fighting spirit, and they meekly put their hands above their heads.

Anyway, Zoe put the gun back in her holster for a moment and looked the Latina officer in defiance. Cristina Nuñez tried to punch Zoe, but the Latina criminal quickly grabbed the cop’s right arm and twisted it behind her back, forcing her to knell. Then, Zoe used her left hand with deftness to unbutton the subdued policewoman’s navy-blue trousers and grab her crotch. The Latina criminal caressed Cristina Nuñez’s white tanga panties and started fingering her pussy. The now defeated Lieutenant nodded frantically when Zoe asked her if she was ready to obey them, so she raised the Latina cop on her feet and pushed her with the rest of the policewomen. This action dispelled any doubts any of the other cops may have about trying to resist their captors.

In the meantime, Susan produced her phone and started recording a video. Then, pointing her gun towards the captured cops, she started to sing ‘Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe…’ until her weapon stopped in the direction of a tall, slim pretty blonde, whose face grew livid. The blonde cop shouted: ‘I am taller than you two, I think their uniforms would fit you much better’, pointing to two of her partners, a short, pretty blonde and a busty and comely brunette of similar height as Zoe and Susan. The two mentioned cops loudly protested and called her partner a cunt, but they stopped, realising that they were giving a poor image of the police, when they heard the two criminals heartily laughing at the situation.

‘Honey, all of you are going to strip of your uniforms, that was already settled. What I was doing is deciding who was going to get an additional ‘prize’. Now it is evident that you and the feisty lieutenant deserve it’, Susan said laughing. Then, Zoe showed two bullet-shaped vibrators. ‘I can control them with an app on my phone, so even when we leave you, I will take care of you, girls, do not worry about that’, Susan concluded. The two ‘lucky cops’ looked at the strawberry blonde criminal and gulped while the rest of the policewomen sighed in relief. They felt sorry for their lieutenant, but they found there was some justice in the fact that her coward and uncharitable colleague was punished for trying to throw her partners under the bus. In any case, their situation was not particularly desirable.

‘Ok, girls. We are recording this live, so when the phone points a you, I want you to say your name and serial number and take off your clothes. I want to show our fans that this is not fake’, Susan ordered in a convincing tone despite her constant smiling. ‘Susie, does la Rusa know you are doing this?’, Zoe asked her friend. Susan nodded, exchanging a complicit look, so the Latina criminal laughed and answered: ‘Hahaha. You are both fucking crazy. Ok, let’s do it. Let me hold the phone and the gun, so you take care of restraining them after they take off their clothes’.

‘Abby Stewart. 12338. A short pretty blonde, answered, trembling. Then, she loosened her tie and unbuttoned her navy-blue shirt, revealing a lacy burgundy bra. She was going to take off her hat but Susan stopped her. ‘We will get it later. I want a few pictures of the five of you wearing nothing but your underwear and the hat, so people know that you are real cops’, she said cruelly. Consequently, Abby proceeded to unzip her navy-blue skirt and rolled it down her shapely legs, encased in dark brown pantyhose. Underneath it, she was wearing a burgundy-coloured thong with a cute ribbon. Immediately, Susan started to tie her up with rope. She secured her hands behind her back and her ankles. Then, she rolled a few loops of rope above and behind the blonde’s round breasts, pinning her arms to her chest, and used an additional coil to tie her thighs together. Susan ball-gagged the captive and blindfolded her with a scarf. Finally, she forced the cop to kneel in front of a nearby couch, and fondled her breasts, thighs and butt.

‘Adriana Tedesco. 12281. She was the comely and busty brunette who had also been targeted by her selfish partner, and she did not hesitate in obeying her mean captors’ orders. Forty seconds later, the brunette stood wearing nothing besides her police hat, a forest-green bra, matching bikini panties and black pantyhose. Susan then restrained and fondled her in the same way as the first cop.

‘Grace Marquez. 12176’. A busty Latina in her late-twenties who wore a long braid replied, looking defiantly at the phone and her captors. Despite her bravado, she complied and quickly took her uniform, to much of Susan’s regret, who was thinking spicy ways of punishing any sign of disobedience. Grace had opted for a racy black thong, black stockings and matching lacy bra, but did not feel ashamed of her choice in the slightest, standing sensually proud in front of the phone. Susan tied her up in the same way as her two partners, using the time to inspect the Latina’s curvaceous body too. Then, she got more rope and tied the three cops’ ankles together, reducing their mobility. Seeing the cops’ enticing asses on display as they struggled against their bonds kneeling in front of the couch, Susan spanked them, until they mewled in protest, stopping their useless attempt to escape.

‘Savannah Myers. 12190’. The slim, attractive blonde who had tried to throw their partners under the bus mumbled her name and number, and started to undress. Unlike her partners, Savannah has opted for wearing trousers, instead of the skirt, and very colourful underwear. The blonde cop looked amazing in her skimpy orange bikini panties and a matching semi-transparent bra. Susan decided to save their zip-ties for the future and continued to use rope to restrain the cops. This time, she pushed Savannah to the floor and hogtied her, silencing her with a ball-gag. The strawberry blonde criminal lowered the cop’s bra to show the cops’ small but well-rounded breasts, and she did not forget to place the aforementioned vibrator inside the blonde policewoman’s pussy.

‘Lt Cristina Nuñez. 10034’. The curvy Latina’s last act of defiance was to lie about her serial number, but it did not have continuity with the rest of the brown-haired cop’ acts. Lt Nuñez finished lowering her already dishevelled trousers and quickly unbuttoned her navy-blue shirt, which led to a pleasant surprise for the captors. The cop was not wearing a bra, so they could admire the Latina’s rotund tits. Susan and Zoe pressed the lieutenant for an explanation, and the mortified officer eventually confessed that she had spent the night at a friend’s house and had to leave in a rush this morning, leaving behind an apparently lost white bra. The two criminals, especially Susan, wanted to further question the cop about this ‘friend’, but they realised Ursula and the rest of the team would be waiting for them to finish to prepare the next move. Therefore, the strawberry blonde criminal quickly taped Lt Nuñez’s hands behind her back, used more tape to frog-tie her legs and use another ball-gag to gag her mouth. As a final touch, she gently pushed aside the Latina’s white tanga panties, the only piece of clothing she was now wearing, and placed another bullet-shaped vibrator in her pussy. The lieutenant’s face was now crimson red with embarrassment, which provided a beautiful colour contrast with her light-brown skin and white tanga panties.

Zoe and Susan quickly changed their clothes for police uniforms. They actually picked the clothes of Abby Stewart and Adriana Tedesco, the two officers her blonde partner Savannah has suggested before. They also took the two Latina’s uniforms with them, so the irony of having her unnecessary uniform neatly folded only a few feets away was not lost on Savannah. The tall blonde was now squirming and moaning, like Lt Nuñez, now that Susan had activated the two vibrators with her phone.

‘Ok guys, we have to finish for now. I hope you enjoyed the show. If any of you has figured out where we are, let’s keep it our secret, so do not call the police. We will do something similar soon and I promise to share all the videos and pics of this adventure’ Susan said to the phone, winking an eye to the increasing numbers of fans who had joined the live stream in the last minutes. Then, she looked at a security camera and blew a kiss. They were ready and waiting for instructions from Ursula.

***

Lydia Wallace watched in disbelief how their hopes of rescue turned into ashes in the screen. Then, she turned to a smiling Ursula and quietly asked: ‘Is it my turn, then?’ ‘You are indeed a smart cookie, girl’, the criminal replied, gently waving her gun as reminder.

The brunette agent slowly took off her clothes, but Ursula did not rush her, enjoying the process. Lydia Wallace folded her wool grey skirt suit and black shirt on a chair and looked at her captor with disdain. Standing on her red heels, the attractive agent looked astonishing, wearing only a lacy purple bra, which hardly contained her round breasts, and matching lacy tanga panties underneath her black pantyhose. Ursula admired the agent’s thighs, toned legs and firm butt and said: ‘I am going to need those nice shoes, but I am feeling generous, so you can keep the pantyhose. They look good on you’. Agent Wallace nodded, stepping out of her heels and becoming two inches shorter.

Both agents were forced to sit on the floor back-to-back and had their hands tied-up behind her backs, resting on each other’ laps. Then, Ursula taped their ankles and blindfolded them. The criminals did not want them to get any information of their next steps in case they managed to escape, Lydia Wallace thought. The brunette agent was waiting to feel the annoyingly familiar taste of a ball-gag in her mouth, but it never happened. However, Lydia Wallace was rattled by Ursula’s not so innocent comment: ‘No one can hear you scream, so we are not going to gag you, ladies. Also, we may want to put your sexy mouths to good use if we have some extra time here’.

Laura Griffiths threatened and warned Ursula, repeating a series of clichés that sounded very familiar to Lydia Wallace, from ‘you are not going to get away with this’ to ‘you are in huge trouble for doing this to a federal agent’. The blonde agent was embarrassed by her previous meekness, and she wanted to compensate by showing a now useless bravado. ‘You could have had this valiant attitude when these two bitches showed up at your office, not once we are bound in our underwear’, the brunette agent thought. In any case, the blonde agent’s protest waned when Ursula placed a bullet-shaped vibrator on her pussy. ‘This bad boy is controlled by my friend Susan’s phone, so you will have tons of fun even when we go to the casino. Isn’t technology wonderful?’, Ursula said. Then, she lowered Laura Griffiths’ pink push-up bra and fondled the agent’s breasts, circling her now hard nipples. Despite her best efforts to resist the feeling, the blonde agent started to moan with pleasure.

Lydia Wallace could not see what was happening behind her, but her superior’s panting gave her a good idea of what was going on. She could not believe that they had been defeated so easily, their plan crumbling like a house of cards at the faintest breeze. The brunette agent did a quick mental recollection of their assets. The three snipers and the SWAT team were still operative, but they would wait in their positions until ordered otherwise, which made them close to useless in this situation. There were also three undercover federal agents in the casino whom the criminals did not seem to be aware of their existence. Maybe they and the security guards would be enough to prevent Ursula and her team from robbing the vault? Lydia Wallace sighed in resignation: if her hopes depended on the bimbos who worked for Harris Security they were completely fucked.