Operation Humiliation

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Operation Humiliation
by Lord-Storm




WPC Sammie (as was)

Blonde haired stunning WPC Sammie Browns's Piercing blue eyes took in her current surroundings, she was used to the holding cells only usually as custodian not captive. Sammie and her Work partner WPC Denise Woods had been assigned the task of manning this small out of the way Police station during a major operation in the county against the crime syndicate that had been growing. They had 3 holding cells, as well as an office and a communications room, which allowed them to monitor radio transmissions, a computer with access to the police mainframe and it was this that was to be the cause of their troubles. Denise was logged onto the computer and Sammie manning the front desk, where she was when the 2 men and the blonde haired woman had overpowered her.
Denise had just gone to check on the prisoner in cell 1, a dark haired woman roughly about the WPC's build, but not quite the attractive 5"9 curvy brunette officers height. At the front counter the 3 newcomers had observed the incredibly pretty blonde officer, stood behind the counter. At 5"5 Sammie was a contrast to Denise, although both women wore their hair pulled into a neat regulation bun, Denise bowler style hat sat on a shelf behind Sammie, whose own hat sat on the desk top below the counter.

"We've come to bring some things for my sister" The blonde woman informed 26 year old blonde policewoman standing in front of her. Sammie noticed the large sports bag one of the two men was carrying. Suspecting nothing she ordered them to put the bag on a table and open it, so as she could check the contents. Coming behind the counter Sammie patted the well built man down, just as Denise was making her re-appearance. It was at this point the prisoner started to make noise, and the brunette officer headed back to the cell area.

"Please empty the bags contents" Sammie asked firmly but politely. The man smiled and unzipped the bag, but it did not contain clothes, but coils of rope, cloth and rolls of tape. Before she could react, the young blonde constables arms were pinned to her sides and a large hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off any cries for help. The blonde woman grabbed the bunch of keys for the cells and main door and locked it, turning the notice round, informing the public that the officers were out on a call. Sammie was incredibly fit, spending time in the gym, but her captor had "6" of height on her and although she struggled, he proved to be to strong for her. A muffled "Murmm" was all she could manage, as the woman repacked and zipped the bag.

"OK bring her down the cells" she ordered, grabbing the sports bag. Meanwhile hearing a commotion, Denise, who was in the process of unlocking the cell was suddenly caught by a blow in the mid rift as she turned, administered by the second man, knocking the wind from her and doubling her up, by the time she recovered, the cell door was open and the brunette officer was being forced into the cell. Seeing Sammie being physically man handled into the adjoining cell, Denise, both arms gripped behind her asked "Whats going on, What do you want". The dark haired former inmate replied "well first we need to borrow those smart uniforms from you ladies, so as we can impersonate you and so everything appears normal, so lets get you stripped", and they began the process of divesting the WPC's of their clothes.
Sammie found herself with her arms behind her back, the blonde assailant now stood in front of her, taking in the helpless blue eyed young woman in front of her, observing the dark knee length uniform skirt and the white short sleeved cotton shirt, with epaulettes, which pulled nice and taut under the chequered cravat across her chest. The woman produced a balled up piece of cloth and a roll of "3" wide medical tape, Sammie's eyes widened as she realised what was about to happen.

"Open up little girly copper, we need to keep you quiet whilst we undress you" she grinned. When Sammie proved reluctant to be gagged, her left arm was twisted and as she let out a cry of pain, her moist red lips parted and the balled up cloth was pushed into her mouth, holding down Sammie's tongue and suppressing any noise. Then a "4" piece of tape was torn from the roll and stretched tightly over her mouth and smoothed along her now flushed cheeks.
Sammie mewled in defiance "you'll never get away with this" which came out as "Bewl geger mibb Ararf Wibb riff" instead.

" We shall see" her captor responded "now lets get you out of that uncomfortable uniform." Next door Denise had heard Sammie's cry but could do little as she also underwent a similar ordeal. Regarding her captive, she unclipped the radio mike from the officers shoulder and unclipped the equipment belt from her waistline putting it on the bunk, then rapidly began undressing the female constable, removing the chequered cravat and then unbuttoning the crisp white, tight cotton uniform shirt from collar to waist, while Sammie stood mewling wide eyed, held in the male accomplices grip. The garment was pulled from inside the waistband of Sammie's skirt to allow the last button to be undone, the shirt pulled off her shoulders and down both arms revealing a lovely pink cotton bra with lace trimmed cups, supporting the WPC's 34D cleavage. The Woman smiled at the sight of the helpless blonde policewoman's exposed bust, and as she pulled off her own black sweatshirt, a plain sports bra was revealed. The blonde impostor pulled on the white shirt, still warm from Sammie's hot body, as the WPC's hands were cuffed behind her back, palms turned inwards. As Sammie watched the woman dress, white nylon rope was doubled a loop was formed one end then the other passed through and wound around her arms above her cuffed wrist, passing the rope around, then between them to cinch the knot. Taking a similar length piece of rope, this process was repeated above Sammie's elbows pulled painfully tight so they touched, again the ends were passed between her arms to cinch the knot. By now the blonde impersonator had clipped on the cravat and began to unfasten the young constables narrow belt around the waist of her skirt, as an even longer rope was doubled and passed beneath her bust pinning her arms to the WPC's fit, nubile body, passed under her right armpit, across her neck and under the other armpit, before several turns her looped across her chest, securing her upper arms around the shoulders, the loose ends tied to the rope under her left armpit tightly, with the unfortunate effect of thrusting her 34D cleavage up into more prominence.
Meanwhile her female assailant had reached behind and unfastened WPC's Brown's uniform skirt and unzipped it, she now placed thumbs in the waistband either side and quickly tugged and slid it over Sammie's slender hips and down shapely legs, clad in dark sheer nylon tights, the young Constable felt her face flush with colour as her peachy firm bottom was exposed along with her tight matching briefs beneath the silky gossamer pulled above her waist. The Woman laughed as she lifted the Policewoman's legs, one at a time, as the skirt reached her ankles , in order to retrieve the garment "she's almost gone the same colour as her underwear" she observed. In the cell next door Denise was undergoing the same ritual stripping and bondage of her blonde colleague and already tied and gagged could only watch as her replacement was now fully dressed in the clothes she had stolen and headed out of the cell ready to impersonate the brunette officer and complete her task.
The heavy set man had WPC Woods sat and was binding her legs. Oddly Denise main concern was that she had elected to wear rather racy sheer mock suspender tights, instead of the regulation control top hosiery or sheer stockings allowed, with her White lacy knickers and skimpy black under wired bra. Now dressed in Sammie's uniform the Blonde impostor headed off to join her colleague, as the Blonde WPC was sat on the bunch and the man binding her set about securing her shapely hosed legs. He doubled, looped and cinched ropes around the young woman's ankles and calves, Sammie's Stocking clad toes touching the floor, then he bound her legs above the knees, the young constable had him crouched in front of her and noticed a smile on his face and realised in his current position he was staring straight at the control top gusset of her hose and crotch of her knickers and she wriggled a little, letting out a muffled "Mrrm" of Indignation. "There finished for now" he said, and lifted the WPC's legs up and placed her in a seated position knees bent and level with her chest, back against the wall and left her. Closing the door he looked through the hatch and could see the hot little blonde officer already wriggling and squirming testing the bonds that held her, breathing heavily as she struggled futilely, he really would need a cold shower after this. He joined his compatriots who were her to steal information from the police computer and destroy files. Both Policewomen continued to struggle until exhausted but to no avail, then after about an hour the cell doors opened and their antagonist reappeared.

"OK We're done here", the blonde informed Sammie "so lets finish up with you two and put the pair of you back on duty so to speak." Both officers were stood up on stocking feet, stiff and tired the circulation slowly returning to their shapely legs and were then bunny hopped from the cells their now prominent , cleavages jiggling up and down in the bra's that now strained to contain the firm round breast, to now stand mewling at each other. Whilst they were held up by their male captors the fake WPC's produced two mobile phones which the officers recognized as their own personal ones. The brunette fiddled with them, then announced "there set on vibrate" she smirked and the helpless officers could only watch confused as their replacements tucked the oblong objects down between the front of their tights and briefs allowing the elasticated waistband of the hosiery to snap back in place, then a length of rope was looped around female constables waist the ends pushed between shapely thighs and pulled up into the crotch area , They were being crotch tied, both women had heard of this and the sensation and discomfort it caused, now they would experience it first hand. Looping the ends back through the rear of the rope around their waist, the loose ends were secured to the cuffed wrist, before both girls were once more bunny hopped back into the station foyer. An office chair sat behind the front desk and Sammie found herself sat down on this whilst Denise was hopped back into the Comm's room and sat down.

"Lets put you where the public can see you" teased one of the males as the blonde WPC was lashed securely to the chair,unyielding lengths held her tightly across her shoulders, midriff hips and thighs to her padded prison. Another length was added around the ankles but the ends were tied to the two front chair legs, keeping Sammie Browns feet in place, the same was also happening to her colleague. This done and with both officers movements restricted, Sammie watched as a large piece of white cloth was passed in front of her from behind, spread and then pulled over her taped mouth and knotted behind her head to reduce her mewling noises further. The blonde produced a mobile phone and began to dial, suddenly with mixture of horror and fascination Sammie realised that a throbbing sensation was taking place inside her tights " the bitch was ringing her phone and humiliating her and she could do nothing. The sensation suddenly ceased and a short while later she heard the mewling from the comm's room as Denise underwent the same experience.Picking up the policewomen's bowler style hats they placed them on Sammie and Denise heads, "There we are the long arm of the law" and with that, still wearing the stolen uniforms they left the two hapless constables bound, gagged and stripped. Several hours later a motorist bringing in some documents found himself staring at a stunning blonde blue eyed policewoman in her cap and just her underwear and tights, bound and gagged, frantic and exhausted as she had tried to get free and stop the calls being made to the phone stuffed in her tights. An experience both officers would hopefully never go through again, Perhaps!