Uniform Stealing Board

Outside the Dionne Modeling Agency in Chicago, IL...

Six tall svelte buxom would models sauntered in the agency. All were of different races two white, one black, one eastern Asian, one middle eastern and one Hispanic. All were above the minimum 5'8" inch height requirement for hire.

The young, red headed petite receptionist asked politely "May I help you?"

The raven-haired Japanese beauty Tomoko Kirasaw replied "We all are from the Hammer Group, we have a 10 o'clock."

"Yes, you guys are a little early. Please have a seat, and can I get you anything?"

"If we had wanted anything, we would have gotten it beforehand duuuh" intoned Jessica Fuentes another statuesque jet-black haired goddess who hailed from Mexico City.

Her five other cohorts only turned and glared at her. The red headed receptionist, Patti McCormick who was taken aback thought to herself, what had crawled up her ass. About 15 minutes later, the assistant to the hiring director Eva Carlson escorted the group in for their interviews.

"Good morning, ladies, we are glad to meet you all today. But I must start off by saying that your agency did not forward any of your portfolios. Do you have them now?" asked Eva.

"Nope" replied the impatient and equally irascible Jessica Fuentes.

Eva turned to her boss 41-year-old Sandra Fryer and each gave each other the look. But before anyone of them could speak, Tomoko uttered "What my colleague meant was that uh... oh just fuck it. We will be the modeling group at the Art Institute tomorrow night's gala. So, portfolios are not required, you get the picture, right?"

"My time is precious and limited so Eva will escort you people out and don't bother applying to this agency or for any other reputable agency ever again. You people are so irresponsible and unprofessional, Jesus Christ! Eva, what the hell am I paying you for?!""

Jessica responded, "Tomoko you always give half ass explanations, and they never get your drift. Allow me to clarify things here for you bitches."

At her desk, Patti McCormick thought she heard some yelps but dismissed it as probable laughter. Just then a dark clad young woman approached her desk not saying a word but faintly smiling disarmingly.

Inside the office was a different matter. Eva and Sandra were being roughly admonished and were hand-gagged by Penny Sax and Tasha Nichols. Tomoko had retrieved a letter opener from Sandra's desk and waved it at the two frightened women. Tomoko finished explaining what was going to happen and why. There was no need for this but in her experience, it made things go smoother and if things went to plan, the hostages could do nothing about it.

"Oh, and one more thing before you two set us up for tomorrow's gig. Lose every stitch of your outfits, underwear and hose and shoes included. No? I thought not, so Daarina and Bela will help you two, but it would be better if you undressed yourselves believe me."

As would be expected, Sandra and Eva still refused to strip and shook their heads as best that they could while still being hand-gagged and physically restrained. This led to the last two members of the group, Bela Clark and Daarina Ahmad to move toward the two restrained females. In unison and without saying a word, delivered almost simultaneous gut-wrenching punches to the helpless women's abdomens. Next Daarina started high on Sandra, unclasping the pale-yellow Donna Karan sleeveless dress which fell down to her flailing legs leaving her in a black 34 C demi-cup bra and matching black satin panties and silk stockings. Black Jimmy Choo pumps only remained which soon were removed and added to her growing clothes pile. Tears now started to flow down her cheeks. Her aide Eva Carlson faired no better as Bela relieved her of her red-bottoms and her dark gray business power suit. Eva now squealed in pain and from knowing that every article of her clothing was about to be removed from her shapely, becoming body. When they were both totally nude Tasha and Penny released their holds and the two women fell to the floor onto their knees assuming an upright fetal position and whimpered. Their protestations fell on deaf ears.

"Okay time for you bitches to log us onto the event list and print our access passes and anything else we will need" ordered Tomoko.

Sandra now brazenly replied "That won't do you any good. When the police find us, they will be waiting for your asses to arrive!"

The felons all snickered. A demure Eva said "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I thought Jessica told you, you two will be coming with us today. And if you two cooperate fully, we will allow you to redress but if noooot..."

Sandra and Eva could only stare at each other. Their trauma was beginning to paralyze them.

After 20 minutes...

The group of 8 women briskly walked past Patti McCormick's desk. Eva and Sandra had hoped to make eye contact with Patti in the hope of alerting her to their predicament. But they only saw a young blonde sitting at Patti's post. It became apparent that she too had been replaced. Everything had been planned ahead of time and was in motion. But what had they done with their receptionist? If the wall behind Patti's desk had a mirror, all would have seen a dazed, bound and gagged Patti starting to awaken and regain her senses and to become aware of her situation. Patti's mouth had been overly stuffed with cotton gauze and tied in place with a silk scarf. Nylon cordage tied her hands behind her back. More lengths of rope held her forearms to her trunk, thighs together just above and below her knees. For good measure her wrists were tied with a length of rope running down her lower back and butt crack to attach to her ankles. One last length wound around her throat and was looped to connect to her thigh binds. This forced the hapless receptionist into a ball with minimal motion possible. Occasional swift kicks stifled her mewling. Her heels lay strewn at her side being the only article of clothing that was removed. A removal crew would come for her at the end of the day.

Saturday the afternoon of the planned heist inside the female security/usher locker room...

"Where are we supposed to keep all these cows, Marge?"

"Well, for now let's get them stripped and bound cuz I can't take all this whining and incessant inane questions."

"I don't know about inane but their questions are just don't make any sense."

Sixteen nefarious females dressed in matron pale blue below the knee dresses, herded eight female ushers and eight female security officers toward the extreme rear of the changing room where they were appalled to see 16 matrons bound and gagged on the floor mewling and trying to free themselves and each other. The use of zip ties thoroughly precluded this, but they still tried to no avail.

Clara Wilson the most senior security officer said, "So this is where you got those uniforms."

"No shit Sherlock, you must be in Mensa."

"Nooot, cuz her dumb ass is about to be in the same situation in about five minutes. All right ladies take off your uniforms and be quick. We have a schedule to keep. And please take notice of the Beretta with a silencer. Head shots are my spe-cial-ity. Comprendez?"

"All right everyone let's get into their unis and make sure you look smart. We can't have any fuckups at this stage."

"Claudia, you stay behind and keep tabs on these bitches."

"Why do I have to be on guard duty?"

"Cuz you are the nubie and you do it so well."

"Well fuck it and fuck you Gloria."

Sandra and Eva had complied with their kidnappers but had not cancelled the Dixon Model Agency's appointment. Them not being on hand, led to Sandra's underlings giving them the night's contract. And with the contract went the red formal gowns and heels to be worn that night.

"An angered Jessica Fuentes growled "You bitches did that on purpose. We will deal with you cunts shortly believe you me."

"Leave them alone Jessica, this isn't helping anything. We need to think and fast," said Tomoko.

The real models for the evening's event had arrived and were getting last minute instructions from museum's curator Anastasia Miles. The six were all clad in long flowing red silk v-neck gowns with matching heels. Their pearl necklaces were faux of course.

Tomoko ordered "Have Angela and her team lead them into a side parlor, and we'll take their places. And make sure you get that big tittied bitch who's in charge too. I can see she will be a problem for us." "I don't know, tell them dumb bimbos anything and they'll believe it. Just make sure they get them alone. Jesus, do I have to do all the thinking around here!?"

Several minutes later under the ruse of a last-minute security briefing, the fake security guards led the six beautiful slender models into a side parlor away from entering guests with Anastasia Miles in tow. Anastasia was a control freak and was gladly willing to sit in on the security briefing and its details.

When Anastasia and her models were inside the parlor, one of the fake guards quickly closed the heavy oak door behind them. Tomoko, Jessica, Tasha, Daarina, Penny and Bela showed themselves. When Anastasia finally became too obnoxious, she received a swift back hand from Tomoko. This was followed by the six real models being grabbed and hand-gagged. A nine mm Beretta was produced which stifled much of the mewling and whimpering. But it soon became clear that a new plan would be needed. The real models were true models. The largest of them would be barely a size 4. None of the muscular, svelte waylayers would come close to fitting into their clothes.

"Well take their gowns and shoes anyway. Maybe some of the matron crew replacements can squeeze into them and not look and not look like the She-Hulk transforming" offered Tomoko.

"I wouldn't bet any money on that happening Tomoko."

"Yeah, methinks you're right. But we must get close to the painting somehow. Think, think" said Tomoko.

"Should we bring them their underwear you think?"

"Knowing Delta team? What do you think Cara?"

"Right, silly me. Sorry ladies everything off, birthday suits only Saturday night! Did you hear me? Strip bitches, we're not fucking around with you cunts! You too granny hurry up.

Cara's last statement cut Mrs. Miles the deepest, her being an ex-Mrs Illinois in her day. But over the last several years, the many luncheon and rubber chicken dinners and put a few extra pounds on her nice frame, namely her breasts, thighs and round plump butt. The size eight MILF, stood out clearly from her 20-somethings who were cachexic appearing next to Anastasia. Anastasia's forearms could barely cover her massive 42 DD breasts prompting one of the thieves to say "You needn't be bashful, we're all girls here, right? I said right?" Anastasia only gave a weak nod. "In fact, I think I'll play you. I love warm perfumed underwear."

Tomoko chimed in "Nope better let Chloe be her. She'll be much better fit."

"Ahhh, but I'll help her out of the outfit at least."

"No you won't dyke, we don't have time for your shit. We need six matching outfits like now."

Angela Clark responded, "I know, the orchestra members all dress alike, they are in the East Wing."

Tomoko said, "Great let's finish hog-tying these hos and get over there before they come out to play."

The fake security and fake models led by Tomoko left the room with the six real models all lying on their stomachs with their hands tied behind their backs connected by rope to their ankles forming a "C" almost. But behind a curtain, Cara had the nude buxom Anastasia hand-gagged and admonished her not to make a sound. When everyone had left, Cara quickly gagged her with a handkerchief and bound her hands behind her back and forced her to kneel. Cara then bound the MILF's ankles together. Cara undressed from her pilfered security navy blazer and matching skirt and pumps. Next her undies were dropped to the oak floor on top of her uniform. Anastasia's eyes just welled with tears and her mews increased proportionally. The other thief had already stolen her outfit. There could be no other reason to be dragged behind the curtain and both women to be completely naked.

""We have to be fast bitch and if you don't want the others to know what's happening, you'll be quiet and compliant. You get me cunt?"

Cara told her they she would do her first in order to get Anastasia in the mode. "Open them giant thighs bitch you know you like it. You're dripping already and I just started."

"Mmpphh, uugghh!"

"You know you like that tongue action ho, don't play coy now."

The cacophony of mewling from the six nude, bound and gagged models was starting to fade as they could hear what was happening to their benefactor and they wanted to hear everything.

Cara now had Anastasia flat on her back, and she straddled the mature woman's face while she tried to unclench her thighs so that she could taste MILF pussy. "Okay, I know what you old cunt's like." And having said that, Cara rolled Anastasia over onto her knees with the meaty butt up in the air. Cara proceeded to rim the MILF's butthole causing her to whine mostly from embarrassment. Anastasia tried to buck her off, but the physically fit bandit had a firm grip on her thighs. This movement only served to excite Cara who then jammed her tongue as far into her rectum as possible.

"Don't worry dearie, my turn is coming soon. So, when I take the gag out you must be very quiet or else."


Two fake security guards escorted the six impostors toward the East Wing. They hoped that the orchestra members were still there and had not left to start the night's entertainment. When they arrived at the East Wing's staging area, they learned that the ten female members of the orchestra were in the restroom preening before their performance. What a stroke of good fortune for them to separated from the male members.

Tomoko said "Let's hurry before they come out."

"Hello everyone" Carly Jefferson, a security impostor said. The ruse was a last-minute ID check. The gala's reason for being held and the thieves' objective, was a Van Gough reportedly to have been his first painting ever put to canvas. This was verified after two years of a worldwide exhaustive research endeavor. Chicago was to be the first city of a world tour. The orchestra members readily complied and did not question any security measures that were requested of them. Angela and Carly simply asked for any form of ID. Several feet away the six impostors huddled together.

"I've got Sweet Tits."

"I'll take Nice Ass."

"Cat Eyes for me."

"Cankles I guess, but not the heels."

"We have enough wardrobe changes I'm sure, we can mix and match. Let's get this done but quietly" said Tomoko.

Carly pretended to receive news of a security breach involving one of the orchestra members on her radio.

She said "Detective it's a Code Silver alert".

Tomoko opened "We know one of you have been compromised by the Chicago Outfit. She is wearing a wire our sources tell us."

The orchestra members had been assembled throughout the country and really did not personally know one another. They only gasped and eyed each other suspiciously.

"Anyone want to admit to your complicity in this matter and forgo a strip search of everyone here? No? Okay the hard way. The first five of you into the stalls and remainder face that wall."

A 34 year flutist was the first to protest. "Is this legal?"

"Hey Bela, we have Clarissa Darrow here" answered Jessica. "You come with me bitch!"

The aggressive Jessica started to unsettle everyone else. More questions started to be asked.

"Keep calm ladies, just ignore my rude partner if you will. But this is SOP. Thank you for cooperation in advance."

Tomoko's statement eased any misgivings for the moment. The unsuspecting orchestra members were under the impression that they would only be subjected to a brief pat down. But once inside the stalls, the members were ordered to strip down to their underwear. Expandable batons were produced when protestations began to arise. As it was inevitable, the members of the orchestra had to be choked into unconsciousness with the impostors using their batons on them. The stripping of them came soon thereafter and rapidly as they all would be regaining consciousness shortly.

All five were placed on top of the toilets and were subjected to their heels being flipped off and tossed. They were pulled forward and had their navy ballroom gowns unzipped. This allowed the impostors to shimmy the gowns down below their buttocks and thighs, then over their knees down to their feet. The members were then summarily pushed back onto the rear of the toilet. The underwear clad women were now starting to stir but still unaware of their surroundings.

"We're almost out of ties and gags, I guess those skinny bitches depleted us."

An angered Tomoko replied "Who brings the bare minimum bindings? Was there a shortage of ties and scarves that I didn't know about? Just use the rest of the duct tape for now."

"What duct tape?" said Jessica.

"God damn it! You cunts are so unprofessional! Just use your clothes and undies" growled Tomoko.

Over by the restroom wall Clara Simms whispered to her work friend, "I don't think they are real security."

Bela ordered "Okay get out of them gowns. We have use for them. Now whores!"

Awhile later...

"At least give us some of our clothes to cover ourselves, you hooligans."

"Hooligans? Just how old are you bitch? Just shut your trap and turn around and give me your hands."

"You all will pay for this. As soon as...mmpphh uugghh!" The 37 year old cellist Maxine Givens had someone's panties rudely forced into her mouth and tied in place with a partially shredded blouse. She was herded toward the back of the restroom with her fellow orchestra members who now stood in long sateen mixture of white and ecru slips, all with their hands securely behind their backs and barefoot. They were forced onto the floor by their captors and had their ankles bound.

"You do know they will get to their feet when we leave and hop to the door right?"

"Yeah, yeah, right. We better shred those slips and put them in a hogtie like the others." Having overheard this, the orchestra members all started raucous mewling into their gags.

"Can it, you're all women and no lesbos either I bet. So shut the fuck up!"

The thieves were not so gentle in removing their slips as they had no use for them. They were roughly torn free from their owners along with many neighboring bras and panties. Before the impostors were on their merry way, they left the stunned women in all states of undress, breasts exposed, crotches free to the air and asses out. To add insult to injury, they were all rolled into one giant pile of writhing partially nude women.

Now it appeared that six orchestra members were being escorted to the main hall.

At checkpoint Charlie...

Four museum guards sat at a large table eying arriving and meandering guests very closely.

"Helga tuck in your shirt, it's too big."

"Its not like I had a rack to choose from you know."

Beneath each guard was a woman tied and forced to lie in a tight ball clad only in their underwear. Any hrrummpphhs from them were met with heavy sharp kicks from their captors. The mewling quieted each time right on cue.

"Carla Evans, a disguised security guard said to "Tomoko "We'll clear you guys to the main stage to the left of the Van Gough, clear?"

"Okay, let's get in position and wait for my cue" ordered Tomoko.

Slyly, Tomoko approached the outlet that provided the main lighting to the Van Gough. She stuck a metal object into it thus shorting out the light. Right on cue the fake Anastasia Miles threw a fit, she had the orchestra members move the Van Gough to another location and announced to the guests that this wouldn't take long at all. People wondered why orchestra members were moving the painting, but no one made a big deal of it and they returned to their drinking, munching and networking.

Around this time murmurs were starting to flow about missing staff, lack of security and strange "cat" noises.

"Let's get this painting to the loading bay and let's ditch these gowns, I think we have worn out our welcome" ordered Tomoko. "And be very careful placing it in the fake crate."

Did Gamma team get the uniforms for us" asked Bela.

"They radioed storage room 3 just now" said Daarina. "It's over there I think."

Tomoko opened the door and espied a group of ushers and security guards six in total lying on their stomachs and gagged with their uniforms forming a pile before them. The captives thought for a minute that their salvation was at hand, but their hopes were dashed after seeing the felons strip in front of them and proceeding to don their uniforms and exit the room in record pace.

The panel truck was sent off the museum's property followed by the six who were on foot and just blended in to outside crowd. The timing was almost perfect as alarms were sounding and a museum was a roar with news of a possible robbery. The property and surrounding streets were blocked off, but it was too late as the professional criminals were one step ahead of the police. The Van Gough was later transferred from the panel van into a gray SUV.

At a previously designated location...

"Another job well done," said Tomoko. "We all should be set for many years after this payday."

"I'm going to Barcelona for a few months " offered Jessica.

"It's Dubai for me" added Daarina.

"I'm not telling you bitches where to find me" chimed in Bela.

"How is the Van Gough getting out of the city? asked Tasha.

"The painting will be taken to the marina and sailed to the Upper Peninsula and then on to Canada.

But the best laid plans...

Rookie state trooper Inez Spencer and her senior partner were driving past the marina when Inez remarked, "Strange that the lights are on at the marina at this time."

"Why do you say that?"

"I just started sailing lessons and they close at sunset and maintenance use another building away from the docks."

"Interesting, let's swing around and call for backup."

Penny Sax was on lookout however and noticed the patrol cars amassing outside. "I think we have a problem brewing, ladies."

"Shit pigs snooping" Tomoko stated now agitated. "What are you going to do with that?"

Tomoko was referring to Jessica who was screwing on a silencer onto her Berretta. "What the fuck do you think? I'm not going to prison over this shit."

"People, we are up to three prowlers whatever we're doing we better be quick" chimed Penny now more anxious.

Tomoko tried to allay everyone's concerns. "If they were after us a lot more pigs would be out there. Let's not bring any extra heat here. Let them have their look see. Hide!"

"This closet is mine bitch, go find your own spot god damn it."

"Fuck you, Jessica."

All six of the experienced felons melted away inside the building and even outside onto the wharf.

"Sarge, I think they just forgot to turn off the lights, shouldn't we be looking for that painting?"

"They've got three agencies on it already; they can spare us for a break so take a load off ladies."

"But sarge..."

"But what trooper?"

"Nothing sarge."

"Amanda, you can't smoke in here, take it outside," ordered Sergeant Claudia Anderson an 11-year veteran.

Inez Spencer was the newest member of the ISP, only on the job for about 8 months and was eager to get out there and help solve the heist of the decade. The other veteran law enforcement officers quickly took to their phones happy to goof off when they got the chance. The hardened felons all waited and knew what to do when the opportunity arose. The first move came outside where officer Amanda Phillips was outside by the wharf smoking. She happened to stop where Bela was hiding under a tarp. Like a trap door spider, she sprung from under the tarp and surprised Amanda from behind. She hand-gagged her and dragged her between some boat berths and waylaid her. Alot of rigging was lying around and Bela used it to hogtie the stunned officer of the law. To add insult to injury, Bela used her own tie to gag Amanda.

"Mmpphh,mmpphh,uummph,uummpphh!"

"You had better be quiet bitch, or I'll roll your ass into the lake."

Amanda chose silence but continued to tug at her binds.

Jessica peeped outside from her closet hiding place. She espied Inez nearby and she started making faint noises from inside the closet. This only caught the ear of Yvonne. She approached the closet door and proceeded to open it. For her efforts, she received and knockout blow from Jessica administered with the help of a wooden dowel she had found.
"Uugghh" was the only sound Yvonne made while falling into Jessica's awaiting arms. With quick dispatch, Jessica hand-cuffed Inez and used rags to finish tying up the unconscious officer. From the rafters, Tomoko could see the ongoings outside and inside the boathouse. Two down and three pigs to go. Then their luck started to run out. Over the sergeant's radio, they were being recalled for a briefing elsewhere.

"Alright we are out of here, I'm going to take a piss first, someone go get Amanda's ass."

"Perfect" Tomoko whispered to herself. She knew Bela at the dock would be on point and this would leave two. From her roost she could jump one of the two remaining officers, but she would have to coordinate her attack with Penny. The only problem was that she had lost eye contact with her. One shot or radio call and everything would be lost. By the wharf, trooper Christy Woods saw a figure that she assumed was her fellow trooper Amanda and called to her to come inside, that they were all leaving. Bela just waited for the trooper to turn her back and she raced toward her. Christy heard the footfalls behind her and wondered what the big rush was just before being jumped and dragged alongside the building and pummeled in a daze.

Over the bathroom stall Tomoko waited for Sgt Anderson to finish peeing. No pissy uniform for me was her thought process. As soon as Claudia exited the stall Tomoko fell upon her with her full weight. Claudia's head hit the floor, and she was concussed. "You better not be dead bitch, shit."

The last trooper Sheila Bates stood outside waiting for her cohorts by her cruiser listening to the transmissions intently. The four overpowered troopers were dragged or forced into the atrium of the boat pavilion.

Tomoko ordered Tasha to take Inez outside and lure the remaining trooper inside. This happened quickly and soon all five state troopers were huddled there wondering what the endpoint was.

"Okay, you pigs, we are heading outside to the cruisers. Handcuff them in front so nothing looks suspicious. We are taking them as hostages in case something comes up and we can quickly get them stripped for the uniforms. This las comment elicited the most protestations, the thought of their fellow troopers or other law enforcement officers finding them stripped bound and gagged. This could not be forgotten or forgiven by the brass, a real career killer.

"Alright into the trunks, bitches and I highly suggest silence in there, this will be your one and only warning! God, I hate female cops" threatened Tomoko.

"Hey Tomoko, I just got the word they want to help at the transfer of the Van Gogh up the beach," said Penny.

"You all heard her, if that painting doesn't go out no payday for anyone and I have bills to pay" retorted Tomoko.

So, the felons jumped into the police cars and headed up Lakeshore Drive with their hostages in the trunks who were surprisingly quiet taking in their predicament but understandable.

In one cruiser...

"Tasha what are you thinking?" asked Bela.

"Uh, nothing much, it's that sergeant looks just like one of my elementary school teachers that beat my ass every week. I'm going to strip her ass butt naked before this night is done" replied Tasha.

"What, you a problem child, noooo way." Both women giggled. "I guess I did deserve most of those. Well...maybe all."

At Montrose Harbor...

"Why don't we just roll these bitches off into the lake and be done with them?" Jessica queried.

"Are you crazy? Five dead cops and that's if they don't swim away? Can you imagine the heat? Think goddamnit!" roared Tomoko. "Let's just wait for the pickup and yacht."

"You guys see all cop cars and helicopters everywhere?" said an anxious Penny.

"Yep, I think it's time for a change in identity. Shall we get our guests out here to join us. And make that sarge call in with a good excuse for not being where they should be" ordered Tomoko.

About 40 minutes later back at the scene of the crime...

Jessica persisted in her protests "This is the craziest thing Tomoko has us doing and that's saying a lot, Penny."

"Well, she did have a good point. It was just a matter of time before the cops closed in on us out there."

"I can get that part, but to come back here to the fucking museum?! Shit, there's more cops here now than when we left!"

"Well, you got that part right at least, this place is crawling with pigs now."

The five felons pulled into the farthest area of parking lot and got out and huddled up very quickly. Jessica still in the complaint mode queried again as to the logic of not stripping the hostages at the pier. A now thoroughly exasperated Tomoko explained tersely that if caught it would be easier to melt away into a crowd wearing street clothes rather than service uniforms.

"I get that but here of all places, seriously!?"

"These pigs are in full tunnel vision mode. They are oblivious to their surroundings at this point. Because when I shoot your ass, watch if any of them responds."

So, you don't have the balls to off these pigs, but you want to shoot me? Well, go ahead then bitch, shoot me!"

At this time Daarina interjected "If we are going to do this let's just get on with it and one more thing, we are short one uniform in case no one noticed."

"No, I noticed. Everyone get into a uni, I'll be detective Kirasaw tonight" proposed Tomoko.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" muttered a disgruntled Jessica.

With deftness and alacrity, the thieves removed one officer at a time from the trunk of a cruiser all the while shielding the officer from wandering eyes. Bela stood guard alongside of the cruiser. Tomoko threatened "And if any of you raise an alarm, we all will you your asses as human shields, now strip out of your uniforms we will have better use for them than you bitches did and be quick, chop chop!"

"Can you cunts undress any slower?" growled Jessica still irritated.

"How fast would you be stripping if the roles were reversed?" offered Penny.

"Who are you now Dr Phil?" roared Jessica.

"Goddamnit, Jessica keep your voice down said an anxious Tasha who was keeping an eye on the closest group of officers a mere 30 yards away.

About 15 minutes later...

The five state troopers now lay nude with coils of duct tape wrapped around their mouths which were stuffed with bras and panties, other coils around their torsos and legs.

Jessica commanded "Hey don't cover their tits and pussies." That comment was directed mainly at Penny.

"Who are you? The bondage specialist? What difference does it make, professor?"

"I want these bitches buddies to find them as close to bare-ass naked as possible, that's why."

"You need therapy."

"Hhmmpp," "Uugghh," "Mmpphh," Mmppff," Hhppff." This was the mewling heard from the duct taped prone troopers as they imagined Jessica's last comment coming to fruition.

Daarina asked "What do we do with these pigs now? Back into the trunks?"

Tomoko responded "No, someone might look over and see us, let's sit them up back-to-back and use the rest of the tape tie them together. We'll be out before they are found. Let's get the painting and take it inside.

TBC...

The six thieves were first challenged by CPD Commander Carl Sanders.

"Why are you guys carrying that painting back inside?"

Jessica was ready for that inquiry ahead of time. "We found this one in the parking lot. We figure some of them may have gotten greedy and took an extra for themselves."

"If that is the case, then it should be logged in as evidence, right detective...?

"Special Agent McFerson, FBI. And no, the painting never left the property, this is a Renoir. It is not going into a musty police lockup."

Just them the museum's curator happened to be passing by.

"Ms Miles! They've recovered another stolen painting outside" the commander said.

"Good Lord another one, will this nightmare never end?" "Bring it this way, please." Anastasia Miles had not recognized the band of thieves one of whom as sexually assaulted her as her mind was elsewhere and she was focusing on what to do and who to call next.

“I feel so much better now since you girls have arrived but what happened before is so outlandish. How could they allow those ruffians in here let alone steal the Van Gogh. My Lord, I’m flabbergasted excuse me dears.”

“Well, I guess it just ain’t your day bitch” Jessica added roughly.

“How dare you speak to me like that, who is your supervisor?!”

“She is,” said Jessica slyly, while pointing at Tomoko.

Tomoko added, “You don’t remember me after all the time we spent together all be it rather briefly hon but i see you have found a lab coat. Now what are you wearing under it? Nothing I bet cuz I know they didn’t return your clothes to you, and nor even your shoes, despicable.”

It was true what Tomoko had easily deduced. Anastasia Miles was wearing a size too little white lab coat which did nothing to hide her oversized nipples and she was walking around barefoot. Bela had walked up behind the curator and locked her arms, and she used her free to gag her. At that moment Anastasia looked at Tomoko and recalled where the two had first met. Through muffled speech Anastasia said "You! Why are you back? What are you going to do? Someone help! Help me!"

Tomoko went towards the milf and gave her a knee to her stomach which ended all communications for the time being.

"Daarina, you guys drag her ass into that closet, and you change into her lab coat. You will be our new art expert" ordered Tomoko.

"Shoes?"

Tomoko replied "She didn't have any. You were jumped stripped, bound and gagged and your clothes were stolen. And undo your top two buttons of that coat so that these pigs don't ask too many questions but be careful around those bitch cops unless they're dykes.

Soon Daarina emerged from the closet clad only in Anastasia's white linen smock. Her breasts were prominently exposed as Tomoko had wanted along with her full cleavage.

Tomoko eyed the raven-haired beauty and said "Good but muss up your hair and if you see any glasses lying around, put them on.

Inside the closet Anastasia lay completely nude on her stomach with her hands tied behind her back with pantyhose. The other end of the pantyhose secured her ankles to her wrists. Bela and Penny had volunteered their panties to stuff her mouth. The trooper's ripped uniform shirt sleeve served as a gag to hold the panties in place. They lied to Anastasia, telling her to be quiet because they would be right outside the door. For the moment, Anastasia's hogtie kept her massive chest covered by the floor and her hands and calves covered her ass crack. But this was not a tenable posture. She soon had to roll over onto her right side giving a view of what 42 DD unrestrained breasts looked like flopping about, addedly all could see that she was a natural blond. Small beads of sweat started to pool in her cleavage which then ran down her side. Even though she was thoroughly gagged and was planning to heed her admonishment to be quiet, the curator still let out "Hhmmpphh, hhmmpphh, uugghh, uugghh." the truth be told she didn't want to be discovered again in that condition. The previous time earlier this night was enough.

Tomoko wanted to leave the Van Gogh there and head back to the parking lot and wait until most of the police presence left, then re-enter the museum and retrieve the painting. They would keep the female officers "company" and ensure that they were not discovered. Plus, they would need to make them check-in. Tomoko decided to hang back and keep an eye on the Van Gogh at this point as they were so close to attaining their nefarious goal.

At the museum's nighttime security check in station...

"Carrie, you and Shasta go and check on the returned painting that the CPD recovered outside."

"Okay, but where did they take it" asked Carrie, a 5'5" 135 lb brunette.

"Good question, probably the art intake room, I called Ms. Miles but she's not answering. She's got her hands full after this mess tonight. Call her again a little later," said the midnight supervisor Jack McClure. He then sent his men to do a perimeter thorough search for any stolen other artwork.

The two museum guards headed off toward the art intake room. "I don't know why we have to go down here, especially since we underlings aren't allowed to touch anything. I bet Ms. Miles dragged it back in here all by herself' grumbled Shasta Williamson, a 26-year-old 5'8" 170 lb ebony beauty from Hammond, IN. Hey, why are you stopping, Carrie?"

"You know why bitch get your big black ass over here, now."

"I'm not in the mood for your shit tonight Carrie let's just find Ms. Miles and get to intake before we get fired."

"Get into that closet and hurry up," said a stern Carrie.

"I'm not going into any closet tonight; you know what went down tonight, you idiot."

At this point Shasta turned her back and started to walk away. But the determined Carrie quickly came up behind the buxom, plump auburn-haired co-worker and hand-gagged her proceeded to drag her toward the closet.

A startled Shasta could only mewl "Mmpphh, mmpphh. uummpphh, uummpphh!"

"Don't make be beat your ass again like last time, bitch! Now get in that closet and strip off everything or else!"

Carrie left the light off knowing she would be pressed for time.

Carrie slammed Shasta against a wall. "I don't hear you stripping" said Carrie as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

"I told you no Carrie!"

"Keep your voice down cunt."

Carie eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and she could just make out the curvaceous Shasta enough so to give her a vicious slap. This made her eyes well up with tears.

"I told you, now get your uniform off or you'll get worse."

A shaken Shasta now started to slowly disrobe. Her pale blue shirt came off and fell to the floor. Then she unzipped her navy above the knee skirt, the button at the small of her back helped keep it at waist level. But her massive buttocks were the real reason. In less than a minute Shasta only had on a black Jockey sports bra and matching hipster panties and black 2-inch pumps. The svelte 34C-24-34 Carrie stood completely nude with a moist pussy and hardened nipples.

"We can't do this hea..."Mmpphh, mmpphh!" And Carrie deftly used her free hand to reach under Shasta's bra and pull it up to release her pendulous breasts. When Shasta covered her breasts, Carrie used that opportunity to yank down her panties.

"You're crazy, don't do this."

"Shut your mouth and step out of them draws." In her state of fervor, Carrie grabbed Shasta and pulled her to the middle of the floor, but the two women fell over something that was moving. They heard mewling that wasn't from Shasta. "Mmpph, eeww, eeww!"

Carrie said, "What the fuck! Who's in here!" Even with the interruption, Carrie had not released her grip onto Shasta's giant right breast which caused the meaty guard even more embarrassment if that was now possible. Carrie jumped up and groped for the light switch. Carrie found it and flicked it on. As light now filled the room, all parties soon discovered what appeared to be going on. Well, except for the bound and gagged curator who thought Shasta and Carrie were two more of the art thieves. Shasta was already donning her uniform in a world record and opted to forgo her underwear. Carrie saw who the bound individual was and said "fuck it" to herself and went to untie the milf sans clothing.

"Ms. Miles, who did this to you. We were told that you had already been found!"

With Anastasia's mouth still stuffed with panties her reply was vehement, "Mmpphh, mmpphh, hhppmm, uuugghhpp!"

Everyone in the closet stopped what they were doing because they heard and saw the closet door opening. It was Tomoko who had to decided to guard Anastasia until it was time to retrieve the painting.

"Well, well what do we have here? A perverted sex orgy perhaps?" taunted Tomoko.

Carrie and Shasta started their tall tales, drowning each other out, Anastasia however recognized the thief straight away and tried to alert her museum guards to the danger, although now it would be too late to change the outcome.

"I like you museum guards. Anyone want to know why?" cooed Tomoko. Carrie and Shasta slightly shook their heads while still frantically buttoning up their uniforms. "It's because you guys aren't allowed to carry guns. I guess they don't want a stray bullet going through a masterpiece. At this point Carrie and Shasta glanced at each other quizzically.

“What Miss High and Mighty other there is trying to tell you is that she knows me from the heist this evening and that we have stripped her and tied her up twice now. And a couple of minutes later it would have been three times. What oh no I know what you guys are thinking and I highly doubt not recommend that shit. Having said that Tomoko pulled out a 9mm Beretta and leveled it at the two new captives.

“This job is not worth your lives, besides she is going to shit-can your dyke asses by tomorrow anyway. Okay, now some of my team can use those uniforms, so ease back out of them like you did before I arrived. Hurry up we have a schedule to keep. You take this outfit and tear it into strips and then tie up your chubby friend. Hey dumbass, don't make them that wide, leave enough for me to tie up your ass!"

The two museum guards and Anastasia laid squirming and mewling on the closet floor all three totally nude. Tomoko was now dressed in Carrie's uniform and looked just like one of the museum guards. Well, it's been a blast ladies, but I'm off to retrieve something valuable. I can't take the chance of someone seeing this 9mm, so I'll leave it with you for safekeeping. Now don't lose it or I'll be upset. And just one more check on your bindings, don't want anyone hopping out of here naked trying to be a heroine, although I wouldn't for the life of me know why. Uugghh, that's pretty good and tight. Now play nice with each other." Tomoko then turned and exited quickly and stealthily from the closet carrying Shasta's wadded up uniform in her arms. Daarina may have need for it later. She was on her way to keep eyes on the painting and to back up Daarina.

TBC…

Outside the museum's far eastern parking lot...

A police helicopter had radioed in a report of suspicious activity to HQ. The report was that police on site appeared to have quelled an activist demonstration, but this was unclear. They requested that ground units proceed to the lot for confirmation as they were not getting any radio responses from the officers on site. Inside, the Commander was irked as manpower was constantly dwindling and if offers were out there why send anymore out there. This was his call to make.

"Hey, right you honey, come over here. It appears that there is some altercation in YOUR lot on the east side. Can you go out there and see what's going on? Some state troopers are on site. Can you also tell them to check their comms? Good, I'd appreciate it."

Gretchen Hall complied but grumbled to herself about if she was some sort of errand girl.

"Hey guys a pig wannabe is coming this way. We better cover these bitches up with something quick," said Daarina. Jessica ordered her group to get the rain gear out of the trunk and to use that to cover the officers while she tried to intercept the guard. In hindsight, Jessica wasn't the best one for this type of interdiction as would soon become evident. "Want fuck do you want out here bitch?!" This was her first response and her fellow thieves only grimaced and shook their heads. "Why the hell did you guys let her go out there?" bemoaned Penny.

"Okay pigs if anything goes down out here you pigs are getting it first" admonished Bela. The officers mewling went down to barely audible levels which were emanating from under their rain gear.

"Who the fuck do you think that you are talking to cunt?!" angrily retorted Chris Anderson, a veteran guard of 3 years. "This is museum property and under OUR jurisdiction, besides one of YOUR commanders asked me to investigate and for YOU guys to turn on YOUR fucking radios. Jessica went mute and started to reach for her gun when a levelheaded Tasha intervened in the nick of time. "Is there some problem here ladies?"

"Were you about to shoot me!? You crazy bitch!"

Tasha read Chris's nametag and responded, "Don't be silly Chris. That was just her nervous twitch that's all."

"Uh huh I bet, and she's not even bothering to deny it."

Jessica now countered "No I wasn't going to shoot your condescending ass because I don't have my silencer plus I don't want any blood on your uniform. It would raise too many questions." A now thoroughly frightened Christ reached for her mic but not before the two impostors had overpowered her and her held gagging choke hold and was lifted off of her feet back to where the troopers were hidden away.

"One more for the pile and I've got dibs on her uniform, should give me a good fit. What are you waiting for Tasha? Knock that bitch the fuck out, or do you want me to do it?" cooed a hyped-up Jessica.

"Just get some duct tape and let's slow our roll here. When she doesn't come back someone well come after her" warned Penny.

Jessica now countered "And when they do, we'll jump their asses too and get their uniforms and so on until we have enough."

Bela now frowning said "That's the craziest shit that has ever come out of your mouth and that's saying something."

Tasha was the most insightful and level-headed of the sex felons and interjected mainly to stop Jessica's response which would be inflammatory to say the least. "Jessica's plan has its merits but we are under a time constraint here. A quicker course of action is what's needed. Any other suggestions? Anyone?"

Jessica still fuming and petulant as ever chimed, "Besides finding me time to kick this bitch's ass all the way back to Navy Pier? No, nothing."

Bela restrained herself and only returned Jessica's menacing glare.

"I guess its sardine time. Let's get these pigs into the back seats and into the trunks. At least they won't be spotted so easily," said Penny.

Jessica had not forgotten that she desired guard Chris Anderson's uniform and avidly grabbed it up and donned it.

"Just where are you going with that trooper's uni, hon?" Tasha asked quizzically.

"Well, duuh to give it to Tomoko she doesn't have one" came Jessica's quit retort. All the others exchanged stupefied glances.

Bela spoke up "Even you can't be dumb enough to go back in there carrying a trooper's uniform. What's going to be your cover story? That you found it lying around without its owner. I'll tell you what, why don't you stay here and guard the pigs, and the grownups will help Tomoko.

"And who's gonna make me wait here, YOU?

All right you two you guys are giving me a headache, no one has to wait here let's all get a move on. Our luck is going to run out sooner or later" advised Penny.

TBC...

Inside the museum's CCTV control room...

"Mmpphh. mmpphh, eerrmmhh, eerrmmph. This was the sound of museum guard Alana Hudson, a 24-year-old brunette who though she was able to handle herself in just about any confrontation as she stood 5'8" and weighed in at 140 lbs. She looked heavier as her measurements were 38C-26-36. Now she sat prompt up against a back wall clad only in her azure blue boycut panties. Nylon white cordage bound her wrists securely behind her back and her ankles were tied in the same fashion. Both were connected by another length of cordage ensuring that there would be no hopping escape attempts.

"Bitch you got in a lucky punch; this is going to leave a mark tomorrow. How could you do that to this gorgeous face? I should fuck you up, but lucky for you that I'm on a tight schedule. Losing your bra will have to suffice as your punishment. You better hope to God that the fellas don't find your ass first. They might give you a tiddy fuck because damn you do have a nice rack. Oh, and shaking back and forth will make it worse when they find you. Someone may take a video of them giant puppies wobbling like that, I'm just saying..."

Alexandra Mundy the infamous international thief was taunting her Alana while donning her navy and powder blue museum guard uniform. "Don't give me that look. You should learn to fight better or how to scream for help, you silly wabbit. I got that bandana that's around your big mouth off of a bum at the L-station." Alexandra didn't but she told Alana that lie because she was still salty about receiving a punch to her face. Alana would not know how close she had come to also losing her panties and some of her pretty looks.

"Uniform and shoes almost a perfect fit. I guess I won't give you a parting gift as I had planned, be thankful bitch." Alexandra had gleaned the info she needed and shorted out the power to the control room and left the still struggling Alana in the dark. Alana felt better being in the dark feeling that it gave her some type of cover for the time being.

Alexandra thought to herself that it was a good thing to wait around and steal some other fine work of art as the thieves had beat her to the punch with the Van Gough theft. Her buyer lived in the Swiss Alps in a chalet the year round. She just wondered why they would go to all that trouble to steal it just to bring it bring it back. Did they find out it was a fake? But why bring the fake back? Amateurs she thought. But divesting them of it wouldn't be a problem. She would soon have her biggest payday ever.

Just inside the front doors of the museum...

Mike Patterson the Chief of Detectives espied the five thieves dressed as IL state troopers and halted them. "We are wrapping things up here you girls can't hang back and keep eyes on til daybreak, okay right, carry on then."

Jessica was the first to gripe, "Sexist sonofabitch!"

Penny said "What are you talking about? That's what we wanted."

"Yeah, well... but still he's an asshole. And we don't work for him."

Bela was the first to state the obvious, "Girl, we don't work for either department!"

"You know what I mean. That guy's a complete jerk, a dinosaur belongs in the 1950's."

"Screw him, he's on his way to a coronary in a couple of years anyway let's go," said Penny.

Tomoko then approached the group and they formulated a plan to get the painting out of the museum for a second time. They all agreed that it would be risky but that they should wait until it was just museum guards and themselves left inside the building complex. Tomoko worried that the sabotaged security cam feeds would have been fixed by now and she sent Tasha to "monitor" the situation.

Alexandra dressed as Alana in her pilfered museum guard uniform, was walking down a corridor and stopped because she heard a thumping at a closet door. Always inquisitive, she cracked open the door slowly and even she was surprised at what she saw. Anastasia and two other hog-tied nude women squirming and mewling on the floor. Alexandra knelt down and removed the gag from Anastasia's mouth. Frantically she gave Alexandra's a rundown of their predicament answering Alexandra's interjected questions but when Anastasia asked why she wasn't untying her, Alexandra quickly and roughly re-gaged her and exited leaving all three nude women in the dark still wriggling and mewling at a feverish pitch.

Alexandra thought to herself look out for a half Japanese American wearing a museum guard uniform. Must be part of tonight's museum heist group. Well, she owed all of them some payback for complicating her heist which should have been nice and clean. Interviews, printing, photos, evidence collecting and interrogations were winding down but still ongoing. Alexandra thought that she should go higher for a better vantage point. She reached the third floor and immediately achieved the view she wanted. "Hey, did McClure send you to relieve me? It's time for my break," said 26-year-old Anais Clevon. "Are you a new hire? We haven't met before I don't think." "I'm Anais Clevon."

"I thought you said you were going on your break." Having abruptly cut Anais off, she turned away and turned her attention back over the railing. Alexandra knew her ID picture didn't match her face so she tried to be rude and abrupt hoping that would send Anais away quickly. But this had the opposite effect.

"Listen, I was just trying to be nice and not be a hard-ass about unfamiliar party checkpoint exchange. So, show me your ID, now please!"

"It's right here, bitch!" Alexandra fended off Anais' arm and put her trachea in an eagle's claw choke hole forcing her back into the shadows. A devastating blow to her solar plexus and a right-hand punch to her temple followed by an equally devastating left hook to her jaw knocked out the hapless auburn-haired cutie. Alexandra rapidly stripped the guard down to her forest green French-cut panties only. She figured that she would cause less problems if she were partially nude. She used Anais' own pantyhose to bind her arms to her ankles. She left her ungagged in order to let her reply to call checks. It was a while before Anais regained her senses enough to realize what had happened to her. Alexandra was keeping a lookout and ran toward Anais when she heard her coming around. Just when Anais was about to scream for assistance, Alexandra clamped her mouth shut.

"Mmpphh, mmpphh, hhrrpphh, hhrrpphh!"

"Shut your fucking mouth cunt, or you won't be waking up the next time!" An embarrassed Anais tried to reason and threaten Alexandra but all she got for her effort was a slap that echoed through the halls of third floor, and which left her left ear ringing. She sat glaring and mute after that.

"When they call to check on you, I want you to give the proper response or you're dead. You got me bitch? Cuz that's the only reason you're not gagged with MY panties. So, remember quiet as a graveyard or else. This is your only warning."

A demoralized but defiant Anais thinking Alexandra needed her alive and able to do a radio check glared back at her tormentor and said, "Fuck you dyke!"

This response was not what Alexandra had expected, having done this speech numerous times. She thought she had her threats and intimidations down pat but not this time and she was taken aback. Especially after the ass-kicking she had just placed on Anais.

"What the fuck did you just say and what the fuck did I just tell you?"

"You heard me."

An irate Alexandra dragged the partially nude guard close to the railing and stood in front of her with her back to the knelling puzzled woman.

Alexandra undid her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties. "Eat my pussy from behind bitch!"

"You're out of your mind if you th...mmpphh, mmpphh!"

Alexandra had grabbed Anais' head and forced her face between her ample butt cheeks and upper thighs."

"If I feel any teeth you'll be needing a plastic surgery consult in the ER. Hey, I don't feel any tongue. You are starting to really piss me off. Do a good job and I won't give you a golden shower when you're finished, you smart ass little heifer. Now get to munching, DYKE."

Back at the video surveillance center...

Tasha walked into what appeared to be an empty room, but her attention was directed towards a small closet away from the main desk. She heard some frantic mewling and thumping so she went to the door and peeked inside. She immediately espied the hapless museum guard Alana Hudson still bound and gagged in her undies. At the same time, she saw Tasha in her pilfered trooper uniform, and she thought this was her salvation. Being bound in such an embarrassing state of undress was bad but at least a lone female had discovered her. Tasha at first thought this was a hold over from the initial robbery, but this didn't track because there was too heavy a police response for her not to have been discovered. Alana briefly thought what was this trooper waiting on more people to come?

"Mmmpphh mmpphh hhppmmff hhpphhff!"

Tasha walked over and ungagged the guard and got the story she needed and said, "This just ain't your day bitch." Tasha roughly re-gagged the guard and proceeded to leave Alana as she had found her in the dark closet. "Ou uckin fitch!" was the last sound Tasha heard.

Tasha was quick to give the other thieves the info that a new player or players were on board and to be on the lookout.

Tomoko said "Okay be on the lookout for one of these bitches with a photo ID that doesn't match the wearer. Let's grab the painting and just blow this popsicle stand ladies. We have worn out our welcome."

Tomoko ordered Penny to get the night shift supervisor to redeploy the East wing guards to join the perimeter guards on the outside grounds. This would clear a path for them to leave with the painting unchallenged. This meant that Daarina, Penny, Tasha and Bela would need museum guard uniforms. They all agreed that the break room would be their best bet.

Tomoko stated "We need to do this quick and easy. We tell these cunts that we know this was an inside job and we need to test their uniforms for art residue that is unique to Van Gough"s technique. If we do this right, we won't have to waste time tying their dumb asses up and we can get out of here quicker. Are you listening to me Jessica? We don't have time for your shit right now."

"How can I not hear you? I'm not deaf you know."

"Right, you are just selectively deaf, let's go girls." Everyone dispersed before Jessica could give her patented snarky reply.

From Alexandra's perch, she noticed the shift in the security coverage, and she surmised Tomoko's plan and the best way to thwart it.

"Oh no, you bitches aren't getting away that easily" Alexandra thought. She then turned round and looked down on the poor security guard Anais and commented, "You can stop now mommy has to go to work, if you behave, I'll keep my panties out of your mouth, deal?"

"I don't care where I am, I'll fly in to testify at your trial you bitch!"

Taken aback once more, Alexandra didn't expect the verbal contempt spewing from Anais' mouth. But she thought for a second and retorted "Well two things missy, you can only testify if they catch me. Secondly, if I do get caught and you testify the jury won't be able to understand your mumbling ass cuz if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to knock out your teeth out! Now get slobbering ass up and get into that closet tout suite and you better not be glaring at me bitch."

Inside the museum's breakroom...

Tomoko had just given the occupants the spiel about an inside job and the need for forensic testing of their uniforms with the 20-something guards all took hook line and sinker.

Tomoko whispered to her compadres "This is what happens when you pinch pennies and hire all airheads, but lucky us huh? Quickly go eyeball them and pick out your best match even if you have to squeeze into their shoes."

Tasha said, "To give your coworkers some privacy, why don't the rest of you go back to work huh?"

Jessica had to add "Yeah get the fuck out now" The rest of the thieves all turned and glared at her in astonishment. But the guards with some grumbling, all exited the room.

Soon four guards had stupidly stripped out of their uniforms and easily handed them over to the thieves. But Cassidy Taylor finally started to use her limited training and challenged, "Hey wait a second. You, yes you the rude Hispanic one, I don't recognize you. Do any of you guys recognize her?"

Jessica tried to quickly deflect Cassidy's apprehension but failed with a I worked the day shift line.

"Well, me and Blair work the day shift and neither one of us know you or the Japanese one for that matter! Officers they are probably a holdover from tonight's robbery. Arrest them! Well, what are you waiting for Christmas?"

The fake state troopers were then forced to bring their weapons to bear on the museum guards which was a stunning development that they didn't expect. "Quiet, not a sound r else." "Sorry girls' no more duct tape, it's going to be underwear ties and I don't mean ours. "What are you waiting on an invite? She meant to strip naked. And fast!" "We've all seen tits, asses and pussies before so get on with it." These were the prompts the thieves were giving to the still stunned guards who were lackadaisically complying.

"Finally, everybody lay face down!" ordered Tomoko.

Jessica mused "Let's see who can tie their bitch up the fastest, gag counts too. I'll be the judge."

A growingly flustered Tomoko countered, Jess stay on point! Stop the BS now!"

"Yessum." Was Jessica's retort.

"Penny, why did you chose that one? She's at least a 40DD. Her shirt won't fit you that well." Bela stated.

"What are you talking about? I'm a 38D." Came Penny's reply.

"In your wildest dreams, hon."

After 12 minutes the infiltrators had the four guards stripped naked, lying face down of the floor tied with their pantyhose in a very constricting hogtie. Panties were stuffed in their mouths and crudely tied in place with their bras. The guards were exceptionally endowed so the gagging with their bras was suboptimal, but they served their new use.

Tasha asked, "Should we stash their mewling asses somewhere?"

Tomoko said, "No they'll be good here in the corner. We're leaving in a few minutes any way."

The helicopter had noticed the trooper cruisers hadn't moved and that the officers had not checked in. Nearby cars were called in to check the situation.

Alexandra was on the prowl for her competitors and the Van Gough.

Everyone inside the museum could hear the cacophony of the increase police presence emanating from the parking lot and greens. The nude bound and stripped officers each utterly humiliated, added to the growing shame as each was ungagged and panties were removed from their mouths. They did report that the painting was taken back into the museum and six impostors in were in their uniforms and one was in a museum guard's uniform. The seven women were covered with blankets and examined by arriving paramedics. They all clamored to get into the all female EMT crew's ambulance.

The on-sight supervisors agreed to surround the museum and have SWAT clear the building. HRT from the FBI, the SWAT teams from the CPD, Cook County's Sheriff office and the ISP assembled in the lot.

Inside the Museum...

"The jig's up. We go to plan Gamma. But where to hide the painting where it won't be discovered by these clowns?" postulated Tomoko.

Daarina offered "Behind one of these walls is the best place."

Bela added "Or the ceiling maybe."

"Nope, they will be sure to crawl up there and check, but they won't search every inch of dry wall in this joint" stated Jessica.

"Okay, quickly find a hiding place for this thing". Penny, call in the Gamma before these pigs start their breech.

The aforementioned consisted a phony call in to the 9-1-1 operator announcing a sniper firing shots at the mayor's mansion followed by a gang shootout with multiple hostages taken across town. If the plan went to form this would give the thieves a better chance to make their getaway. As it so happened, the plan worked because the chauvinist law enforcement departments and their SWAT teams left the museum to answer the bogus calls. To breech the museum was a modest all female rag tag team from the various law enforcement departments.

Tomoko peered out a window and muttered "If I was a little dumber, I could have been a cop."

Bela has found a recessed area on a wall where the Van Gough could be wedged behind. Now the only thing left undone was their escape. The irascible Jessica wanted to shoot it out. In unison everyone uttered "After you."

"Fuck you bitches," was she irritated response.

"It will be best for everyone to split up and escape as best you can just don't get caught," said Tomoko.

All these things didn't escape the watchful eye of Alexandra who was still dress as a museum guard. But she didn't know if this would fool the now wary police and other guards.