The Banshees:- A Grand Day Out in Merry Old London
Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 6:49 pm
Due to the amount of positive feedback that the Banshees received from their first outing, I thought it only right to continue the adventures of our loveable Irish Rogue's. Following on from their robbery of the two innocent American tourists outside London, the Collins sisters, Aisling and Cora, are staying in their Cousin Fergus's pub, The Lucky Leprechaun in Whitechapel. After cleaning out the bank accounts of the two tourists, the sisters are once again penniless and need a new opportunity. Fortunately for our two anti heroines, they have all the luck of the Irish...
" You know the next time we rob a couple of tourists, let's make sure they are actually loaded." Said Aisling Collins as she nursed a bottle of Guinness, her young sister nodded taking a quick swig from her bottle. " Tell me about it, sister. Those two stupid bitches were practically running on fumes, and don't get me started on the debt they had ran up." Aisling laughed as she downed a measure of the smooth black gold. "Put it this way, I wouldn't want to be them when they get out of hospital. They will be the ones paying, not us." Cora smiled as she held out her bottle. " A toast then. Who's like us?" Aisling tapped the bottle with her own. "Damn few, sister of mine." They both downed their bottles, then slammed them on the table. After a brief moment, Aisling took a deep breath." We need a new opportunity, I'am fucking bored." Cora reached across the table, squeezing her sisters hand. "You know what Mother used to say, we Irish are God's chosen. Thats why we have all the luck." Aisling smiled at her sister, there she was always having her back. It had been a couple of days since they had ambushed, and stripped the two American tourists. Who as it turned out, were not as loaded as they first appeared. They were still dressed in their clothes. " Hey, Fergus. Another couple of bottles, of the good stuff. Please cousin." She shouted over to her cousin Fergus behind the bar, holding her empty bottle up. He put the glass he was cleaning down. "What did your last servant die of, cousin?" Aisling shrugged "Overwork. Now keep the drink flowing." The dark haired Fergus shook his head and chortled. " If I didn't know any better, I would say you are abusing my hospitality." As the two sisters laughed, the bell above the bars door tinkled, their eyes widened as two young, very pretty Metropolitan Police officers walked in.
WPC's Emma Brown and Sharon Bennett entered The Lucky Leprechaun pub, bolting the door behind them. Emma took a quick look around, the only two witnesses were a couple of redheaded cyclists in the corner, tourists by the look of them. They could easily be intimidated into silence, with the right motivation. At 24 and 23, the officers had been with the Met for two years and didn't particularly enjoy the work, the long hours, the reams of paperwork or the meagre pay. Which was why they had resorted to other means to fund their spread. They were both dressed in their uniforms, which consisted of a white long sleeve shirt, cinched at the throat with a black and white checkered tie with their ID numbers on their epaulettes. Over which they wore a black stab vest, with their radios attached on their left shoulder, matching ID shoulder epaulettes and "Metropolitan Police stenciled in on the left breast, the word POLICE flashed in white on the rear. With black trousers and sensible shoes on their small feet. Their equipment belts, with handcuffs, pepper spray, tasers and baton, encircled their waists. Black bowl hats, with the pin of the current monarch, Charles III, at the centre with black and white checkered banding wrapped around were perched on their heads. They were both lookers. Emma had high cheekbones with heart shaped features and almond shaped blue eyes. Her long brown hair tied into a ponytail. While her partner, and lover, Sharon had smoother cheekbones rounded features and big brown eyes. Her platinum blonde hair, done up in a sensible bun. " Fergus, my old Irish friend. Were have you been? You don't call, you don't write? You don't fucking pay us our due." Snarled Emma as they approached the bar. Fergus held up his hands. "Look ladies, I told you before. I will have your money, by the end of week. There was no need to come and visit." Emma shook her head, as Sharon flicked out her baton. " That's were you are wrong, you Fenian bastard. You know our arrangement, you pay us off we don't let our superiors know of your illegal gambling den. Sharon, show him how serious we are." Emma grabbed Fergus hand, pinning down against the bar. " No please, stop. You don't need to do this!" He whimpered as Emma flashed him an evil smile. " Oh, I think we do. Sharon!" As Sharon lifted her baton. A voice echoed from behind them. " Hands off our cousin, piggy bitches." It was the two tourists from the corner. Another Irish accent. "No cousins, don't get involved in this. I don't need you fighting my battles." Shouted Fergus. Sharon turned to them. " Back off, Fenian bitches! If you know what's good for you!" Emma held up her hand. " Wait, cousins. That would mean..."
Aisling got into the brunettes cops face, as Cora advanced on the blonde with an empty bottle. " Yeah, little pig. We are the Banshees! You have heard of us yes? Well we are going to teach you a lesson, pigs. No one beats on our family, fucking Brit." With that, Aisling head butted the brunette cop knocking her hat off and sending her sprawling over the bar, shattering her nose and stunning her. Before the blonde cop could react, Cora bottled her on the side of her head, knocking her unconscious her hat rolled to the floor as she lay sprawled on the floor. Aisling pulled the stricken brunette by her stab vest, holding her bloodied face above the bar. " Just so you know, piggie, my sister and I will be relieving you and your girlfriend of those uniforms along with everything else.You won't be needing them. Consider yourselves lucky, that we didn't kill you." Aisling held up the cops head, and smashed it against the bar, throwing the unconscious woman to the floor.
" Fucking hate coppers." she said as Cora laughed fist bumping her. " That was so fucking hot, I love beating up cops." Fergus shook his head. " For fucks sake, you two?! Do you know what you have done?! Now their friends will come looking for them!" Aisling looked up at him, as she searched the cops pockets for her warrant card. "We have just saved your skinny arse, that's what we just did. Besides they were bent, shaking you down. Do you really think, they would log that in their dailies? Nobody knows they are here." Fergus shook his head, massaging his neck. Aisling had found what she was looking for. " PC Emma Brown." She said holding up the warrant card. " Looks like I'am going to be you for the day. What's the blondes name, sweet sister?" Cora help the blondes warrant card. " PC Sharon Bennett, she's a pretty little thing." She said caressing the unconscious woman's face. Aisling gestured to the brunettes face, all bloodied her nose slightly askew. " So was she, until I smashed her face." Aisling straddled the unconscious brunette, putting her fingers on the cops broken nose. She straightened her broken nose, with a crack. " A slight improvement, but not by much." The two sisters laughed as they started to strip the unconscious women. Fergus blinked in surprise. " Wait, you are actually taking their clothes? I thought you were just fucking with her." Aisling looked up as she removed the stab vest, equipment belt, tie and shoes from PC Browns body. " It's kind of what we do. Besides we have plans for their uniforms. It's not often we get the chance to impersonate coppers. The fucking with her part, might come later." She turned to Cora, laughing. "Yep, the classic Copper Con. We beat up a couple of cops, strip them and fleece pretty tourists of their possessions, using their uniforms. We get rich, and decrease the reputation of the local fuzz to boot." She said as she removed PC Bennett's tie. Aisling turned back to Fergus. "So make yourself useful Fergus, shut up the pub before anyone else comes a knocking." As Fergus busied himself, with closing the pub the sisters continued to strip the unconscious coppers. Leaning the unconscious Emma against her body, Aisling unbuttoned her shirt slipping it off her shoulders. " Fuck me, Cora! Get a load of her." She gestured to the brunettes black lace underwired bra, barely holding her gorgeous C-cup breasts in. Cora let out a low whistle. "Sexy, cute tits. If you liked that, get a load of this." Aisling's eyes widened as she beheld, the blondes strappy white lace bra holding in her impressive C-cup tits. " These two definitely were into each other, the coppers we stripped before never had such sexy underwear. Well if you excuse me PC Brown, I'am going to relieve of this." Aisling said as she unclasped the woman's bra, exposing her well formed slightly pointed C-cup breasts with full dark pink perky areolas. " You are are also taking their underwear as well?" Said Fergus as he finished closing the blinds. Aisling turned to him. " Waste not, Cousin. Go make yourself a cuppa, we could be a while. And brew us one while you are at it. " Cora nodded smiling as she fondled the blonde cops exquisite breasts, firm C-cups with pink circular areolas. Fergus shook his head as he disappeared into the back. Aisling turned back to the unconscious brunette " Not bad, cute tits for a pig. Let's give them a feel." Aisling moaned with sexual desire, as she caressed the PC's soft warm breasts pinching her nipples. When she was finished Aisling let the unconscious half naked cop, fall back to the floor with a thud . Now both extremely horny, the sisters unbuttoned the trousers of the unconscious policewomen. " Well that confirms it, they are a couple. Look at those panties." Aisling said after she had peeled off the brunettes trousers, exposing her matching black lace thong. Cora nodded her head in appreciation. " Not bad, but I have got better. Take a look." Aisling looked over to see, the blonde coppers matching strappy white lace thong underwear. Aisling let out a wolf whistle. "Is it too late to swap, I want to wear that." Cora shook her head, waggling a finger. " Sorry, sweet sister. But finders keepers, losers weepers. Anyway the blondes my size, and the brunettes yours. So quit bitching." Aisling threw her a mock pout. "Lucky, cow. Sister of mine." She turned back to the half naked brunette. " Ok, 2,3. Knickers down." They both pulled off the officers panties, wolf whistling at the sight that befell them. " My, my. Both of them clean shaven, very interesting." Aisling said as they took it in the bare shaved clits of the naked coppers. PC Brown had a smaller cuter vulva, compared to her girlfriend who had a more fuller clit. " I bet they gave each other hours of pleasure with those." Cora said, gently caressing Bennetts Labia. After they had finished appraising the athletic naked bodies of the unconscious PCs, the sisters stripped off the cyclists clothes then dressed in the underwear and uniforms of the unconscious women, binding and gagging the naked WPCs with their stolen clothes from the American Tourists.
"How do I look, sister?" Said Aisling as she straightened the police hat on her head. Cora laughed. "Like a stuck up little bitch, with more authority then sense." Fergus had come back in with two steaming cups of tea, handing them one each. " So what the fuck, I'am I suppose to with those two?" He said gesturing to the two bound unconscious naked coppers on his bar floor. Aisling took a sip of her tea. "Could you, be a dear and hold on to them for us? Me and Cora have something special planned for them. Something that will make them leave you alone for good." Fergus flung his arms up in frustration. "Now you two are really pushing the boat out. Where in my pub, does it have a sign up saying " Naked Unconscious Cop Girl Storage?" Aisling shrugged as the pair drunk their tea. " Tell you what? Cora and I will help you get them into the basement. Stash them in one of your empty barrels. Does that sound fair?" Fergus nodded his head, clasping there shoulders in turn. "I do owe you one for saving my bacon. What if they wake up, while you are out and start making a racket?" Cora drank the last of het tea, then straightened her hat. " Just do what I do, cousin. Bonk them on the head. Sends them back to sleep." Fergus shrugged as he walked over to the naked unconscious women. "You going to give me that hand then?" It took them 5 minutes to stash the naked cops, in an empty barrell in the pub basement. Then they walked back up to the bar. "Ok Fergus, hold down the Fort while we are gone. Don't get any ideas with those coppers." Said Aisling as she and Cora got into the patrol car, outside the pub. "Don't worry, Aisling. I fucking hate coppers as much as you do, they are all yours. Have fun and don't get caught." He said waving to the sisters. Cora threw him a scandalised look. "Us, get caught never!" The two sisters laughed as Aisling drove away, in their stolen patrol car. Waving to Fergus as they left. Aisling glanced at her younger sister. "Ready to make some money, sweet sister. Cora smiled leaning back into the seat. "Right behind you, Aisling."
German tourists Carla Bauer and Erika Steiner, chatted happily as they took a back alley taking the tour of the crime scenes of the Notorious Jack the Ripper. At 22 and 23, the two women were in their first of a two week city break to London. As upper class wealthy Germans, with more money then sense the two were dressed in their most expensive summers dresses, lingerie and jewellery. They wanted to remind the oafish locals who was really in charge in Europe. Carla was dressed in an orange and white floral dress, that came up to her knees with black strappy Prada heels, an expensive pearl necklace with matching dangling earrings and bracelet on her right, with a silver plated dress watch on her left wrist. Underwhich she wore matching black silk bra and matching silk diamante g-string thong. They both carried black Louis Vuitton handbags. Carla was a looker, with sculptured cheekbones angular features, turquoise coloured eyes and long shoulder length raven coloured hair. Her friend Erika was no slouch either, she was dressed in a dark navy summer dress with diamond earrings, sapphire pendant and silver bangles on her wrists, a matching floppy summer hat over her shoulder length auburn hair. She had decided to go braless, and was wearing only a white lace thong under her dress. Erika had shallow cheekbones with smooth rounded features and pale grey eyes. Suddenly they heard a police siren, from behind them. The couple turned around to see, two redheaded British WPC's get out of their patrol car.
Aisling cleared her throat, addressing the pretty German tourists with her best British accent. "Good morning, ladies. Enjoying London are we?" The Brunette in the floral dress nodded."Ja, your city is very beautiful. Ve are taking ze Jack ze Ripper tour. Is there a problem Officer?" Aisling smiled broadly, stringing them along. "I'am afraid there is a slight problem. You see, you haven't paid the clothing tax." The two tourists swapped nervous glances. "A clothing tax? Ve have never heard of such a thing." The sisters fixed them with their best authoritative stares. "It's a new city law, that's just been passed by Parliament. All foreign visitors are required to hand over their clothes, underwear and accessories to police officers, or else be deported back to their country of origin. Now ladies, I need you to strip, now!" The two tourists stood their ground. "Nein! Ve are German. Ve Vill not do this." The blonde stamped her foot angrily. Aisling and Cora shot amused glances, then drew their tasers, pointing them at the women. "Ma'am, by law I'am required to inform that if you do not comply with our instructions, we are legally entitled to subdue you and strip you by force. " The two Germans put there hands up. " Ok, Ok. Ve vill strip. Please don't shoot us." Aisling and Cora were treated to the sight of the two scared German tourists, stripping out of their fancy clothes, taking of their jewellery and finally their underwear. As the sisters leered at them, taking in their slim attractive naked bodies, the curves of their breasts and hips.The two beautiful naked tourists, covering their bare breasts and clits with their hands, as Cora scooped up their possessions into a police kitbag. When she was finished, Aisling and Cora pointed their tasers at the embarrassed pair. "Thank you, ladies. Now on the behalf of the City of London, welcome." Before the two naked women could scream, they were shot by the sisters tasers. The two naked women convulsed as electricity passed through them, before falling to the ground unconscious. Aisling let out a low whistle. " These tasers are the dogs bollocks."
"That was absolutely fucking priceless." Laughed Cora as they tossed the naked unconscious bodies of the German tourists in the dumpster. " The look on her face. "Clothing Tax, Vat Clothing Tax." Cora mocked a German accent. Aisling chortled as they closed the lid of the dumpster. "It's always fun to knock off Germans, so superior then they squeal like little girls when they are naked." They both walked towards their stolen patrol car. " So how long do you think we can keep this up, before the coppers get wise." Asked Cora as she clunked clicked her seatbelt. Aisling switched on the ignition. " Let's rip off another 4 marks. Mother may have said, that we Irish are God's Chosen but she also told to us not to ride our luck." She said as she reversed the patrol car out of the alley." As it would turn out. The Banshees would rob a further 8 women, stealing their designer clothes, underwear, accessories and passports. Leaving a trial of unconscious naked women sleeping in dumpsters, all over the East End of London.
" I have never had so much fun, it's been too long since we ran a good Copper Con." Cora said as drowned a bottle of Guinness, as the Banshees took stock of their loot, as they sat in the Lucky Leprechaun after a long days work, still wearing their stolen police uniforms. They had robbed 10 young, very stupid pretty tourists, including two other Germans, 4 Americans who took them too literally, two Italians who had actually gave them kisses before they were tasered and two very hot Japanese tourists who were so enthusiastic about being robbed, they took photographs. Aisling took a swig of her Guinness. " We must have made at least £10,000 quid here, I mean the clothes and underwear alone will fetch a pretty penny, but the passports. They are worth £5000 easy on the black market." Cora looked a little apprehensive as she took a measure of the black gold. "You know sister, I have a crazy idea. What if we keep the passports of a couple of the Americans, get them altered." Aisling's eyes widened. "You mean take the Banshee Crime Spree global. That might not be a bad idea, there could be a lot of opportunities in the States. But I have a better idea. We could mug a couple of flight attendants, steal their uniforms. That way we will get an all expenses paid flight to the United States, plus some posh clothes and sexy underwear." Cora's eyes widened as she grinned, she held out her Guinness bottle. " I like the way you think, sweet sister." Aisling laughed as she clashed bottles with Cora. "May you be half an hour in heaven..." Cora nodded. "Before the Devil knows you're dead." She completed the toast as they downed their Guinness. " Excuse, me fair cousins but what do you intend to do about our guests, downstairs? I have already had to bonk them on the head once, to shut them up." Said Fergus as he walked over, clearing away their empty bottles. The two sisters glanced at each other, two evil grins spread across their faces.
As PC's Brown and Bennett, woke up for what seemed like forever. They found themselves both naked tied to chairs, in the basement of the Lucky Leprechaun, the Collins sisters stood over them still wearing their uniforms. " You Bitch! You broke my nose--." Aisling held up her hand to silence PC Brown. "Silence Officer! To us you are a couple of naked pigs we beat and stripped. We have you uniforms so we are in control. Now listen." Cora smiling widely, handed her a mobile smartphone. "This is how it's going to go. You forget whatever debt my cousin owes you and never darken his doorstep, or we send this to both your cop friends back at the pigsty and every news outlet in town." She held up the phone so both officers could see it, as Cora sniggered. " How did you get us to do those things!" Shouted a distressed PC Brown, as PC Bennett broke down in a flood of tears. "You don't remember, PC Emma? It was a wild night with all four of us. This one kept singing like a canary." Aisling pointed to Bennett, who had lost all her wits. Cora laughed, walking over. "It's amazing what three pints of Guinness can do to a woman, lowers your inhibitions and makes you confess to being dirty cops." Aisling folded her arms, a smug look on her face. PC Brown shook her head. "Alright, your Cousin's debt is wiped. Now please let us go, and give us back our uniforms." Bennett was still sobbing. Aisling reared in her face. " How's about this, piggies. We are keeping your uniforms and your sexy underwear. Call it your debt to us. And we will let you go, but we will make an example of you. A little lesson for the rest of the pigs in this city, on what happens when you fuck with the Banshees." With that they shot the two naked police officers with their own tasers and they quickly fell unconscious.
The Next Morning
As WPC's Blake and Vickers, responded to an anonymous tipoff about suspected streakers they happened upon a disturbing if a little arousing sight. There tied to a lamppost, was the naked struggling PCs Brown and Bennett gagged. Taped between PC Emma Brown's naked breasts was a mobile phone, with a post-it that read "Play Me." The two fully dressed Officers looked at each other, as PC Roberta Vickers keyed in her radio. "Uh, dispatch. We have two officers in distress in Smithfields. Send paramedics and additional officers to my location, over." PC Sarah Blake walked over to her partner. " You think this as anything to do with all those naked tourists, we found across the East End yesterday. The ones that said they were robbed by police officers."
The Collins sisters sat inside their stolen patrol car outside London Heathrow, still dressed to in their stolen uniforms. "So are you to ready to take the Banshee brand global, sister of mine." Said Aisling as they got out of the car, and walked towards the terminal. " The USA won't now what hit them." Cora replied as the two women grinned widely, imagining what fun they could get up in the Land of Opportunity.
" You know the next time we rob a couple of tourists, let's make sure they are actually loaded." Said Aisling Collins as she nursed a bottle of Guinness, her young sister nodded taking a quick swig from her bottle. " Tell me about it, sister. Those two stupid bitches were practically running on fumes, and don't get me started on the debt they had ran up." Aisling laughed as she downed a measure of the smooth black gold. "Put it this way, I wouldn't want to be them when they get out of hospital. They will be the ones paying, not us." Cora smiled as she held out her bottle. " A toast then. Who's like us?" Aisling tapped the bottle with her own. "Damn few, sister of mine." They both downed their bottles, then slammed them on the table. After a brief moment, Aisling took a deep breath." We need a new opportunity, I'am fucking bored." Cora reached across the table, squeezing her sisters hand. "You know what Mother used to say, we Irish are God's chosen. Thats why we have all the luck." Aisling smiled at her sister, there she was always having her back. It had been a couple of days since they had ambushed, and stripped the two American tourists. Who as it turned out, were not as loaded as they first appeared. They were still dressed in their clothes. " Hey, Fergus. Another couple of bottles, of the good stuff. Please cousin." She shouted over to her cousin Fergus behind the bar, holding her empty bottle up. He put the glass he was cleaning down. "What did your last servant die of, cousin?" Aisling shrugged "Overwork. Now keep the drink flowing." The dark haired Fergus shook his head and chortled. " If I didn't know any better, I would say you are abusing my hospitality." As the two sisters laughed, the bell above the bars door tinkled, their eyes widened as two young, very pretty Metropolitan Police officers walked in.
WPC's Emma Brown and Sharon Bennett entered The Lucky Leprechaun pub, bolting the door behind them. Emma took a quick look around, the only two witnesses were a couple of redheaded cyclists in the corner, tourists by the look of them. They could easily be intimidated into silence, with the right motivation. At 24 and 23, the officers had been with the Met for two years and didn't particularly enjoy the work, the long hours, the reams of paperwork or the meagre pay. Which was why they had resorted to other means to fund their spread. They were both dressed in their uniforms, which consisted of a white long sleeve shirt, cinched at the throat with a black and white checkered tie with their ID numbers on their epaulettes. Over which they wore a black stab vest, with their radios attached on their left shoulder, matching ID shoulder epaulettes and "Metropolitan Police stenciled in on the left breast, the word POLICE flashed in white on the rear. With black trousers and sensible shoes on their small feet. Their equipment belts, with handcuffs, pepper spray, tasers and baton, encircled their waists. Black bowl hats, with the pin of the current monarch, Charles III, at the centre with black and white checkered banding wrapped around were perched on their heads. They were both lookers. Emma had high cheekbones with heart shaped features and almond shaped blue eyes. Her long brown hair tied into a ponytail. While her partner, and lover, Sharon had smoother cheekbones rounded features and big brown eyes. Her platinum blonde hair, done up in a sensible bun. " Fergus, my old Irish friend. Were have you been? You don't call, you don't write? You don't fucking pay us our due." Snarled Emma as they approached the bar. Fergus held up his hands. "Look ladies, I told you before. I will have your money, by the end of week. There was no need to come and visit." Emma shook her head, as Sharon flicked out her baton. " That's were you are wrong, you Fenian bastard. You know our arrangement, you pay us off we don't let our superiors know of your illegal gambling den. Sharon, show him how serious we are." Emma grabbed Fergus hand, pinning down against the bar. " No please, stop. You don't need to do this!" He whimpered as Emma flashed him an evil smile. " Oh, I think we do. Sharon!" As Sharon lifted her baton. A voice echoed from behind them. " Hands off our cousin, piggy bitches." It was the two tourists from the corner. Another Irish accent. "No cousins, don't get involved in this. I don't need you fighting my battles." Shouted Fergus. Sharon turned to them. " Back off, Fenian bitches! If you know what's good for you!" Emma held up her hand. " Wait, cousins. That would mean..."
Aisling got into the brunettes cops face, as Cora advanced on the blonde with an empty bottle. " Yeah, little pig. We are the Banshees! You have heard of us yes? Well we are going to teach you a lesson, pigs. No one beats on our family, fucking Brit." With that, Aisling head butted the brunette cop knocking her hat off and sending her sprawling over the bar, shattering her nose and stunning her. Before the blonde cop could react, Cora bottled her on the side of her head, knocking her unconscious her hat rolled to the floor as she lay sprawled on the floor. Aisling pulled the stricken brunette by her stab vest, holding her bloodied face above the bar. " Just so you know, piggie, my sister and I will be relieving you and your girlfriend of those uniforms along with everything else.You won't be needing them. Consider yourselves lucky, that we didn't kill you." Aisling held up the cops head, and smashed it against the bar, throwing the unconscious woman to the floor.
" Fucking hate coppers." she said as Cora laughed fist bumping her. " That was so fucking hot, I love beating up cops." Fergus shook his head. " For fucks sake, you two?! Do you know what you have done?! Now their friends will come looking for them!" Aisling looked up at him, as she searched the cops pockets for her warrant card. "We have just saved your skinny arse, that's what we just did. Besides they were bent, shaking you down. Do you really think, they would log that in their dailies? Nobody knows they are here." Fergus shook his head, massaging his neck. Aisling had found what she was looking for. " PC Emma Brown." She said holding up the warrant card. " Looks like I'am going to be you for the day. What's the blondes name, sweet sister?" Cora help the blondes warrant card. " PC Sharon Bennett, she's a pretty little thing." She said caressing the unconscious woman's face. Aisling gestured to the brunettes face, all bloodied her nose slightly askew. " So was she, until I smashed her face." Aisling straddled the unconscious brunette, putting her fingers on the cops broken nose. She straightened her broken nose, with a crack. " A slight improvement, but not by much." The two sisters laughed as they started to strip the unconscious women. Fergus blinked in surprise. " Wait, you are actually taking their clothes? I thought you were just fucking with her." Aisling looked up as she removed the stab vest, equipment belt, tie and shoes from PC Browns body. " It's kind of what we do. Besides we have plans for their uniforms. It's not often we get the chance to impersonate coppers. The fucking with her part, might come later." She turned to Cora, laughing. "Yep, the classic Copper Con. We beat up a couple of cops, strip them and fleece pretty tourists of their possessions, using their uniforms. We get rich, and decrease the reputation of the local fuzz to boot." She said as she removed PC Bennett's tie. Aisling turned back to Fergus. "So make yourself useful Fergus, shut up the pub before anyone else comes a knocking." As Fergus busied himself, with closing the pub the sisters continued to strip the unconscious coppers. Leaning the unconscious Emma against her body, Aisling unbuttoned her shirt slipping it off her shoulders. " Fuck me, Cora! Get a load of her." She gestured to the brunettes black lace underwired bra, barely holding her gorgeous C-cup breasts in. Cora let out a low whistle. "Sexy, cute tits. If you liked that, get a load of this." Aisling's eyes widened as she beheld, the blondes strappy white lace bra holding in her impressive C-cup tits. " These two definitely were into each other, the coppers we stripped before never had such sexy underwear. Well if you excuse me PC Brown, I'am going to relieve of this." Aisling said as she unclasped the woman's bra, exposing her well formed slightly pointed C-cup breasts with full dark pink perky areolas. " You are are also taking their underwear as well?" Said Fergus as he finished closing the blinds. Aisling turned to him. " Waste not, Cousin. Go make yourself a cuppa, we could be a while. And brew us one while you are at it. " Cora nodded smiling as she fondled the blonde cops exquisite breasts, firm C-cups with pink circular areolas. Fergus shook his head as he disappeared into the back. Aisling turned back to the unconscious brunette " Not bad, cute tits for a pig. Let's give them a feel." Aisling moaned with sexual desire, as she caressed the PC's soft warm breasts pinching her nipples. When she was finished Aisling let the unconscious half naked cop, fall back to the floor with a thud . Now both extremely horny, the sisters unbuttoned the trousers of the unconscious policewomen. " Well that confirms it, they are a couple. Look at those panties." Aisling said after she had peeled off the brunettes trousers, exposing her matching black lace thong. Cora nodded her head in appreciation. " Not bad, but I have got better. Take a look." Aisling looked over to see, the blonde coppers matching strappy white lace thong underwear. Aisling let out a wolf whistle. "Is it too late to swap, I want to wear that." Cora shook her head, waggling a finger. " Sorry, sweet sister. But finders keepers, losers weepers. Anyway the blondes my size, and the brunettes yours. So quit bitching." Aisling threw her a mock pout. "Lucky, cow. Sister of mine." She turned back to the half naked brunette. " Ok, 2,3. Knickers down." They both pulled off the officers panties, wolf whistling at the sight that befell them. " My, my. Both of them clean shaven, very interesting." Aisling said as they took it in the bare shaved clits of the naked coppers. PC Brown had a smaller cuter vulva, compared to her girlfriend who had a more fuller clit. " I bet they gave each other hours of pleasure with those." Cora said, gently caressing Bennetts Labia. After they had finished appraising the athletic naked bodies of the unconscious PCs, the sisters stripped off the cyclists clothes then dressed in the underwear and uniforms of the unconscious women, binding and gagging the naked WPCs with their stolen clothes from the American Tourists.
"How do I look, sister?" Said Aisling as she straightened the police hat on her head. Cora laughed. "Like a stuck up little bitch, with more authority then sense." Fergus had come back in with two steaming cups of tea, handing them one each. " So what the fuck, I'am I suppose to with those two?" He said gesturing to the two bound unconscious naked coppers on his bar floor. Aisling took a sip of her tea. "Could you, be a dear and hold on to them for us? Me and Cora have something special planned for them. Something that will make them leave you alone for good." Fergus flung his arms up in frustration. "Now you two are really pushing the boat out. Where in my pub, does it have a sign up saying " Naked Unconscious Cop Girl Storage?" Aisling shrugged as the pair drunk their tea. " Tell you what? Cora and I will help you get them into the basement. Stash them in one of your empty barrels. Does that sound fair?" Fergus nodded his head, clasping there shoulders in turn. "I do owe you one for saving my bacon. What if they wake up, while you are out and start making a racket?" Cora drank the last of het tea, then straightened her hat. " Just do what I do, cousin. Bonk them on the head. Sends them back to sleep." Fergus shrugged as he walked over to the naked unconscious women. "You going to give me that hand then?" It took them 5 minutes to stash the naked cops, in an empty barrell in the pub basement. Then they walked back up to the bar. "Ok Fergus, hold down the Fort while we are gone. Don't get any ideas with those coppers." Said Aisling as she and Cora got into the patrol car, outside the pub. "Don't worry, Aisling. I fucking hate coppers as much as you do, they are all yours. Have fun and don't get caught." He said waving to the sisters. Cora threw him a scandalised look. "Us, get caught never!" The two sisters laughed as Aisling drove away, in their stolen patrol car. Waving to Fergus as they left. Aisling glanced at her younger sister. "Ready to make some money, sweet sister. Cora smiled leaning back into the seat. "Right behind you, Aisling."
German tourists Carla Bauer and Erika Steiner, chatted happily as they took a back alley taking the tour of the crime scenes of the Notorious Jack the Ripper. At 22 and 23, the two women were in their first of a two week city break to London. As upper class wealthy Germans, with more money then sense the two were dressed in their most expensive summers dresses, lingerie and jewellery. They wanted to remind the oafish locals who was really in charge in Europe. Carla was dressed in an orange and white floral dress, that came up to her knees with black strappy Prada heels, an expensive pearl necklace with matching dangling earrings and bracelet on her right, with a silver plated dress watch on her left wrist. Underwhich she wore matching black silk bra and matching silk diamante g-string thong. They both carried black Louis Vuitton handbags. Carla was a looker, with sculptured cheekbones angular features, turquoise coloured eyes and long shoulder length raven coloured hair. Her friend Erika was no slouch either, she was dressed in a dark navy summer dress with diamond earrings, sapphire pendant and silver bangles on her wrists, a matching floppy summer hat over her shoulder length auburn hair. She had decided to go braless, and was wearing only a white lace thong under her dress. Erika had shallow cheekbones with smooth rounded features and pale grey eyes. Suddenly they heard a police siren, from behind them. The couple turned around to see, two redheaded British WPC's get out of their patrol car.
Aisling cleared her throat, addressing the pretty German tourists with her best British accent. "Good morning, ladies. Enjoying London are we?" The Brunette in the floral dress nodded."Ja, your city is very beautiful. Ve are taking ze Jack ze Ripper tour. Is there a problem Officer?" Aisling smiled broadly, stringing them along. "I'am afraid there is a slight problem. You see, you haven't paid the clothing tax." The two tourists swapped nervous glances. "A clothing tax? Ve have never heard of such a thing." The sisters fixed them with their best authoritative stares. "It's a new city law, that's just been passed by Parliament. All foreign visitors are required to hand over their clothes, underwear and accessories to police officers, or else be deported back to their country of origin. Now ladies, I need you to strip, now!" The two tourists stood their ground. "Nein! Ve are German. Ve Vill not do this." The blonde stamped her foot angrily. Aisling and Cora shot amused glances, then drew their tasers, pointing them at the women. "Ma'am, by law I'am required to inform that if you do not comply with our instructions, we are legally entitled to subdue you and strip you by force. " The two Germans put there hands up. " Ok, Ok. Ve vill strip. Please don't shoot us." Aisling and Cora were treated to the sight of the two scared German tourists, stripping out of their fancy clothes, taking of their jewellery and finally their underwear. As the sisters leered at them, taking in their slim attractive naked bodies, the curves of their breasts and hips.The two beautiful naked tourists, covering their bare breasts and clits with their hands, as Cora scooped up their possessions into a police kitbag. When she was finished, Aisling and Cora pointed their tasers at the embarrassed pair. "Thank you, ladies. Now on the behalf of the City of London, welcome." Before the two naked women could scream, they were shot by the sisters tasers. The two naked women convulsed as electricity passed through them, before falling to the ground unconscious. Aisling let out a low whistle. " These tasers are the dogs bollocks."
"That was absolutely fucking priceless." Laughed Cora as they tossed the naked unconscious bodies of the German tourists in the dumpster. " The look on her face. "Clothing Tax, Vat Clothing Tax." Cora mocked a German accent. Aisling chortled as they closed the lid of the dumpster. "It's always fun to knock off Germans, so superior then they squeal like little girls when they are naked." They both walked towards their stolen patrol car. " So how long do you think we can keep this up, before the coppers get wise." Asked Cora as she clunked clicked her seatbelt. Aisling switched on the ignition. " Let's rip off another 4 marks. Mother may have said, that we Irish are God's Chosen but she also told to us not to ride our luck." She said as she reversed the patrol car out of the alley." As it would turn out. The Banshees would rob a further 8 women, stealing their designer clothes, underwear, accessories and passports. Leaving a trial of unconscious naked women sleeping in dumpsters, all over the East End of London.
" I have never had so much fun, it's been too long since we ran a good Copper Con." Cora said as drowned a bottle of Guinness, as the Banshees took stock of their loot, as they sat in the Lucky Leprechaun after a long days work, still wearing their stolen police uniforms. They had robbed 10 young, very stupid pretty tourists, including two other Germans, 4 Americans who took them too literally, two Italians who had actually gave them kisses before they were tasered and two very hot Japanese tourists who were so enthusiastic about being robbed, they took photographs. Aisling took a swig of her Guinness. " We must have made at least £10,000 quid here, I mean the clothes and underwear alone will fetch a pretty penny, but the passports. They are worth £5000 easy on the black market." Cora looked a little apprehensive as she took a measure of the black gold. "You know sister, I have a crazy idea. What if we keep the passports of a couple of the Americans, get them altered." Aisling's eyes widened. "You mean take the Banshee Crime Spree global. That might not be a bad idea, there could be a lot of opportunities in the States. But I have a better idea. We could mug a couple of flight attendants, steal their uniforms. That way we will get an all expenses paid flight to the United States, plus some posh clothes and sexy underwear." Cora's eyes widened as she grinned, she held out her Guinness bottle. " I like the way you think, sweet sister." Aisling laughed as she clashed bottles with Cora. "May you be half an hour in heaven..." Cora nodded. "Before the Devil knows you're dead." She completed the toast as they downed their Guinness. " Excuse, me fair cousins but what do you intend to do about our guests, downstairs? I have already had to bonk them on the head once, to shut them up." Said Fergus as he walked over, clearing away their empty bottles. The two sisters glanced at each other, two evil grins spread across their faces.
As PC's Brown and Bennett, woke up for what seemed like forever. They found themselves both naked tied to chairs, in the basement of the Lucky Leprechaun, the Collins sisters stood over them still wearing their uniforms. " You Bitch! You broke my nose--." Aisling held up her hand to silence PC Brown. "Silence Officer! To us you are a couple of naked pigs we beat and stripped. We have you uniforms so we are in control. Now listen." Cora smiling widely, handed her a mobile smartphone. "This is how it's going to go. You forget whatever debt my cousin owes you and never darken his doorstep, or we send this to both your cop friends back at the pigsty and every news outlet in town." She held up the phone so both officers could see it, as Cora sniggered. " How did you get us to do those things!" Shouted a distressed PC Brown, as PC Bennett broke down in a flood of tears. "You don't remember, PC Emma? It was a wild night with all four of us. This one kept singing like a canary." Aisling pointed to Bennett, who had lost all her wits. Cora laughed, walking over. "It's amazing what three pints of Guinness can do to a woman, lowers your inhibitions and makes you confess to being dirty cops." Aisling folded her arms, a smug look on her face. PC Brown shook her head. "Alright, your Cousin's debt is wiped. Now please let us go, and give us back our uniforms." Bennett was still sobbing. Aisling reared in her face. " How's about this, piggies. We are keeping your uniforms and your sexy underwear. Call it your debt to us. And we will let you go, but we will make an example of you. A little lesson for the rest of the pigs in this city, on what happens when you fuck with the Banshees." With that they shot the two naked police officers with their own tasers and they quickly fell unconscious.
The Next Morning
As WPC's Blake and Vickers, responded to an anonymous tipoff about suspected streakers they happened upon a disturbing if a little arousing sight. There tied to a lamppost, was the naked struggling PCs Brown and Bennett gagged. Taped between PC Emma Brown's naked breasts was a mobile phone, with a post-it that read "Play Me." The two fully dressed Officers looked at each other, as PC Roberta Vickers keyed in her radio. "Uh, dispatch. We have two officers in distress in Smithfields. Send paramedics and additional officers to my location, over." PC Sarah Blake walked over to her partner. " You think this as anything to do with all those naked tourists, we found across the East End yesterday. The ones that said they were robbed by police officers."
The Collins sisters sat inside their stolen patrol car outside London Heathrow, still dressed to in their stolen uniforms. "So are you to ready to take the Banshee brand global, sister of mine." Said Aisling as they got out of the car, and walked towards the terminal. " The USA won't now what hit them." Cora replied as the two women grinned widely, imagining what fun they could get up in the Land of Opportunity.
