"Policewomen Packaged in Pantyhose" by SilkStalkings

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The following story contains mature content including non-consensual bondage. All characters are over 21.



Blonde haired Officer Daphne O'neal 24 takes a sip of her black coffee. "I don't know how you can drink that stuff" says her partner Christine Hershey 24 with black locks seated beside her. Daphne replies, "you stick to your lattes and I'll keep to my regular coffee." The friendly partner banter is interrupted by the radio.



Dispatch: "Adam 42 come in." "This is Adam 42, officer O'neal responding"



Dispatch: "Adam 42 please investigate an interrupted 911 call from Gloria's Women's Boutique at 50 Queen St. East"



"Adam 42 roger heading to the address immediately, is there any further information?"



Dispatch:"Negative Adam 42.""Roger dispatch we'll report back on the situation upon arrival, Adam 42 out."



I started up the engine as Christine grabbed my right arm. "That didn't sound like Betty." I agreed wth my partner. "Maybe she called in sick, that flu bug is moving through the troops, we've been short staffed all week." Christine replies."We better get a move on, she said it was a 911 cut-off call. It might be nothing." Daphne almost cuts her off while pulling away from the curb, "or it could be something. No sirens or lights partner." A few minutes later



We pulled up outside the store the closed sign was placed on the front door which was strange as there was still thirty minutes left. I got on the radio. "Betty this is Adam 42 we've arrived at the store no sign of trouble but investigating further." Christine gave me a look.



Dispatch: "This isn't Betty, she called in its Kelly Chambers Officer O'neal." Christine softly punching my arm. "Kelly, she's the new employee transfer, this might be her first shift on dispatch duty." I responded to my partner. "She seems to be doing a good job so far let's see if we can get in that store." We exit the squad car with our guns drawn as we approach the main entrance. The door isn't locked as both of us cautiously entered. The lights were off in the main part of the store but they were on at the back. It was quiet. We passed by mannequins wearing a set of sexy lingerie all in black including gartered stockings. Christine remarked. "Can you imagine wearing something like that?" I smiled as I answered her. "I could I might even be wearing something like that now under this uniform." Christine scoffed. "Yeah sure partner you"......"ssshhhh!!! you hear that," interrupting Christine,"it sounds like whimpering or crying coming from back there." We found the sound source. Three young females standing near the far wall shoeless and in their underwear and nylons and they were terrified."



I spoke to the women. "It's ok ladies, we're here did one of you make the 911 call?" The three women just got more agitated as we heard a voice behind us. "Don't move cops and throw your weapons on the floor to the right." The person behind the mystery voice placed the end of the gun barrel against the back of my neck. "All of them, including your ankle pistols." Four guns were tossed into the indicated pile including both our ankle knives. The mystery voice belonged to a woman and continued to issue us more orders. "Keep facing forward and stand over to the left of the women don't turn around but blondie turn and face me and come here."



I got my first view of the woman and her face was covered by a tight nylon mask. The rest of her body was covered in a black leotard body suit including black sneakers. Two other similarly attired women appeared from a corner office. One of them spoke. "She's well taped-up boss, she won't cause us any trouble who are these fucking cops?" The boss leader replied, "I suspect they were sent out to look into that 911 call our trussed up friend in the office attempted to make, am I right officer?" I went into questioning mode much to the chagrin of our captors. "What are you doing here, why are the store staff in their undergarments. The leader replied, "I'll answer you're questions maybe but don't you have a call to make officer?" I tried to act dumb but she knows police procedure, how does she? "A call you say?" The boss was getting impatient. "Yes don't fuck around and call your Dispatch", she pushes the gun barrel into my cheek, "tell them everything is fine and no tricks cop.""Dispatch Adam 42 reporting back on that 911 call after searching the store we didn't find anything Officer Daphne O'neal signing off." Dispatch:"Roger that Adam 42 resume normal patrol duties."



Hopefully the new dispatcher recognizes the officer in trouble secret code signing off with my name not our call-sign.



"Very good officer O'neal how fucking cute now toss the radio down in the pile. She points to her henchwoman. "You, grab the other radio from her partner." The second woman spoke to the boss. "Cops, what do we do now. I'm not into killing no cops but what about the shipment?""Hush!! watch them while I make a call." The boss gets on her mobile. After a few minutes the boss pockets her phone and speaks. "Good news cops, well it is for us, not so much for you two." I had been ordered to stand by my partner by one of the minions and we were both facing our captors. "What's that supposed to mean, to me this looks like a kidnapping and holding us hostage is a very serious crime."



The boss was unfazed as she continued talking. "I didn't say anything about holding you as hostages but I need to finalize plans. So I need you both to strip down just like the other women. We need to get photos of you two.""Strip down and take photos what the fuck for", an incredulous Christine spoke out. The boss grew angry. "We can take photos with you gagged or not, you know what, she gestures to her henchwomen, one heads to the front of the store the other one holds onto a roll of black duct-tape. The woman returns carrying many panties. Christine responds. "What the fuck are you doing with those?" my partner and I knew all too well where those panties were going to end up unfortunately. The boss held her pistol on both of us as each of her henchwomen packed our mouths full of panties till our cheeks bulged. Next came the duct tape but this time they applied it as cleave gags wrapped between our lips and they used only a couple of circuits around our heads to secure the mouth packing.



The boss was pleased as she ordered us to strip, unfortunately we were helped by both women as they aggressively stripped us. I guess my partner is going to find out my Victoria Secret. My underwear consisted of lingerie a bustier, panties and gartered sheer stockings all in black. I look over at my partner she was wearing a more modest bra, panties and coffee brown nylons. I can see her shocked expression as she stared at me. I guess you believe me now partner.



One thing we had in common we both wore tights with reinforced toe seams. Once we were stripped down the leader took out her phone and walked around taking pics. I felt like a piece of meat. The boss stepped back manipulating her phone then spoke. "Very nice cops I just sent your pics off to our client. You better hope he approves, you won't like the alternative." We both tried to speak "Mmmmmphhh Mmmmmphhh!!!" Our speech came out as mumbled words. Again we weren't surprised by those results with our gags.



The boss gave an order to her assistant watching the three women as she fired a dart into each of their necks. All three women collapsed to the floor in a heap. My partner and I are all too familiar with the tranq dart pistols. The bosses phone "dings!" and a sly smile crossed her face. She signalled to the second assistant as she fired darts into each of our necks. "Great news, our client wants both of you and he just paid us a mint for two female cops." She calls her minions back to her position. "Packaging instructions, encasing procedures, I sent to your phones. Use more panties on the other ladies mouths and all the nylons you need pulled from the shelves to fully encase everyone. The client wants only tan or suntan shade hose used." After a few more minutes everyone had been packaged up.



I woke from a drugged state looking at Christine lying flat on her back beside me. We were both familiar with this view she and every other captive woman in the room were completely bound and nylon encased from head to toe. The packaging was different from previous times. Duct tape had been used instead of nylons used as ropes to bind our arms and legs in several places. They also reinforced our gags by completely wrapping more tape around our heads underneath multiple nylon pairs wrapped over top completely hiding the tape while encasing the lower half of our faces in hose. I gag grunted as my partner was recovering. "Mmmmmphhh!!!" We now faced what we thought was our first peril when we were taken to the abandoned hosiery storage warehouse where we eventually ended up in the clutches of those two bondage freak jobs. We had been packaged up this time to be sold as sex slaves or worst. The other victims were coming around and by the sound of all their heavily muzzled attempts to scream, they weren't happy. My partner was now sitting up looking at me through her hose hood encasing our heads and faces. She didn't attempt to speak. We knew it was futile trying to communicate with these gags. I tried moving my bound wrists secured behind my back but not only had they been heavily bound with tape, our hands had also been wrapped in tape before being encased in nylon. They really didn't want us to use our hands. I was also growing concerned our stand-in dispatcher didn't recognize our secret SOS code or the calvary would have been here.



Looking down, my sexy suspender stockings were encased under nylon. I moved my feet flexing my toes. You could barely see the nail polish through the reinforced seam toes on my black stockings. My leg tape bindings matched at least. Our legs had been bound in all the usual places, starting at our ankles, below and above the knees and finally tape bands wrapped tightly around our thighs. A single pair of hose was then used to encase our entire lower half in a single leg stretched and pulled up over our knees and thighs up to our waist. The loose unused leg was tied around our waist.



A second pair of hose had been used to encase our entire upper half with one leg pulled up over our tape mittened hands past our taped elbows and chest bindings up to our shoulders. The second leg on this pair served a greater purpose having been pulled over our heads, encasing our faces and the rest of our upper bodies under a second layer pulled down to our waists. The tight nylon membrane over our faces formed a tighter seal, compressing our over the mouth pairs of hose against our face. Yeah our gags really needed further reinforcing, not! We were for lack of a better word, fucked. This bondage was inescapable even if we tried to help each other my partner and I have been down this road too many times. The boss came over grabbing my encased chin. "That's more like it all packaged in pantyhose. In case you didn't realize it ladies this client has a big fetish for nylon hose worn by women but not just on their legs, but across their entire bodies. It also adds to the helplessness while reinforcing your bondage. We have to leave for a few hours to arrange your pick-up and transportation but I'm quite sure you'll still be here when we get back. I can assure you its quite impossible to get free. See you soon ladies."



"Mmmmmphhh Mmmmmphhh Mmmmmphhh!!!"



While Christine and I remained quiet a chorus of muffled grunts came from the trio of women. This bondage was new to them and they must be absolutely terrified. My partner and I realized it was pointless to struggle as we watched the three women struggle realizing quickly they couldn't help each other to get untied or remove their gags despite two women rubbing their encased faces against each other emitting heavily muffled cries of frustration. Christine and I just sat and stared at each other.



Fuck, what's the replacements dispatcher's name again Kelly, she must of missed our code to send help. Which means we're all fucked.



I can see the radio and our phones amongst our uniform pile but it was impossible to use either one. I went over our limited options. Using the phone was out with our encased faces. The radio also out with our encased hands. Trying to get out of the store required getting to our feet which might be possible but we can't open any doors due to our hands again. Wait there's one more captive, they mentioned tied up in the corner office maybe there's a regular phone in there. It's our only option. As I had learned before rolling is easier to get around while in bondage provided you have the room. I was only able to roll halfway to the office then forced to squirm like a snake the rest of the way which was exhausting. I had to take a break to catch my breath being forced once again to breathe through my nose. After all this movement none of my tape bindings had loosened.



As I got closer I could hear the gagged mumbles from the office captive. From the sounds she was making her mouth must of been stuffed. I eventually made it. She was an older woman, most likely the store owner she had been extensively taped to one of the chairs on wheels. Her shoes were off and her bound ankles had been pulled back and taped to the support. Her hands had been bound behind the back of the chair. More tape secured her at the waist and above and below her chest. Her captors didn't remove any of her clothes and she also had the same wrapped around the head duct tape as we did. I couldn't see a phone.



I had to get in there as my face came into view her struggles intensified. I get inside and squirm past her as I see another chair which I clambered into. Bingo a phone was on the desk in front of me. Knocking it off the cradle I was greeted by silence. Those bitches had ripped the wire out of the wall. Shit! all that effort for nothing we were truly fucked, that phone was our last hope. The woman ceased her struggles but attempted to speak. I also replied with a series of incoherent mumbles while I took this time to rest on the chair. She was clearly trying to tell me something as she kept gesturing her head towards the office exit. I had no clue what she was trying to express.



I decided to return to my other fellow captives. I got to my feet and carefully bunny hopped past the woman exiting the office. My partner had remained sitting and leaning against the wall spotting me as I exited the office slowly hopping towards her. By the time I reached her I was exhausted as I collapsed to my knees then finally onto my back. I rested for a few minutes before bending my knees and flailing my legs in the air but it was another futile gesture to try to loosen my bindings. I sat up then maneuvered to lean my back against the wall beside Christine who then rested her head on my shoulder. How long do we have left till our abductors return?



An undetermined amount of time passed when I heard slamming doors coming from beyond the rear entrance as the door opened. Unfortunately the three bitches were back. The boss once again faced me. "Ok ladies and pigs you're chariot awaits." Her two minions pick me up by my feet and shoulders and carry me through the door, hoisting me up into a cargo van. They placed me leaning against the side behind the driver seat. A few seconds later Christine while gag mumbling was placed beside me. The rest of the female cargo was loaded in with three of us occupying each side of the van. One of henchwomen climbed in closing the double doors and sat across from us. I heard two more doors slam and then the sound of the engine starting up. Our watcher staring at us sneered. "I hope you girls don't get sea sick, long ship voyage ahead but you won't see anything all boxed up in the ships hold." She ended with a sadistic laugh.



Well Daphne unlike your cartoon name sake, this damsel it appears isn't going to be rescued in time to avoid a horrible fate.



The sound of a siren blared and I could see flashing lights through the vans rear windows as the van came to a stop. Our captor let out a loud "Fuck!" as the doors opened I saw the boss and her other minion in cuffs as flashlights were shone in our direction. Two officers piled in, one escorted the last captor out of the van. The other called out our names as he blinded us with the light. "Officer O'neal, Officer Hershey oh thank god. We'll get you out of here." Officer Patrick Kelly signalled another officer to help carry all of us out of the van. The abductors hadn't gotten far from the store that was half a block behind us. All five of us were placed down on the pavement. Several cruisers had responded. Officer Kelly began the job of unwrapping my head to remove my gag pulling out a knife to assist. Other officers worked on Christine and the other women.



"Hold on Daphne I'll have that gag removed in no time, fuck they packaged you up good. Is that pantyhose covering your body?" The last wad of panties was removed from my mouth. "To answer your question Pat yes, these bitches encased us entirely in nylons or pantyhose, part of this perverted client's packaging requirements, it's all seriously fucked up. Not to sound ungrateful but you took your time getting here. Another minute later would have been too late." Pat replied,"to be honest it almost was too late. This rescue wouldn't have happened it we hadn't gone over the dispatchers transcripts, that's when we noticed your hidden SOS message. Unfortunately Kelly had to step in suddenly without the complete training including being aware of the secret code. This dam flu had sidelined all our regular dispatcher backups."



I replied shaken but relieved. "Shit! that explains the delay, just glad someone caught it before it was too late. Remind me to hug the person who checked those transcripts." Patrick laughed."You can Daphne after I get you unwrapped and untied.""Wait, what it was you?", remarked a shocked Daphne. Pat replied."Guilty." Christine joined me as Pat removed the last of my bindings. "So partner, quite an evening again we're like a moth to a flame constantly ending up in these situations and why is it always pantyhose we end up wearing all over our bodies?" I put my arm around her waist still realizing we were half naked and me in my lingerie getting lots of looks, particularly from the male officers. "I can't answer that partner, let's say we retrieve our clothes from the store." The store owner in her mid 40's approached me. "Officer, you were the one who came into the office to try to use the phone correct?" I replied,"officer O'neal ma'am, yes I did. I understand you, it's Gloria right the shop owner, you tried to make that 911 call?" Gloria replied."Yes officer to both questions.



Christine entered the conversation. "Well Gloria if you hadn't made that call we'd have never known a crime was being committed. You just saved the lives of your staff." The store owner responded."What did I save them from exactly these three women enter from the rear entrance carrying guns I hid behind the front counter when I grabbed my phone to call 911 but they ripped it out of my hands just as a voice answered. They dragged me to their leader and she said "too old" and to tape me up in the office as she herded my staff to the back of the store."



I debated to tell the woman who was still distraught the truth behind the abduction, I decided to fabricate the truth.



"Your staff was picked to sell at an auction, you're girls were going to be sold off to the highest bidder." It sounded a bit better than the truth, but not by much. This didn't make Gloria feel any better. "Oh my how dreadful." Christine spoke to calm her down, "but that didn't happen because you made that call and even though it was cut off it was enough to get a trace and we showed up, even though we got ambushed, but it all worked out in the end right." Gloria started to crack a smile. "It did, didn't it."



Still grabbing my partners waist. "Ok Christine, back to the store for our clothes." She was laughing."Ok what's so funny partner?""That lingerie, you never planned on anyone seeing it but you just put on a show for all those younger and older male officers back there. If I wasn't straight I might be inclined to pounce all over you."



"Your crazy partner, wait you would, really?"