Uniform Stealing Board

Samantha Green and Nadia Volkanov were unable to run for the hills or to escape to the suburbs of the nearby town. Realising that the policewomen had started to figure out who was a cop and who was an impostor, the two criminals opted for the only sensible choice: hide as quickly as possible. There was only one realistic option at that point, hiding under the big truck which transported the prisoners for their trial, and so they did.

It was a very uncomfortable spot, but it worked: the policewomen scattered around, looking for the escaped convicts without thinking that two of them were a few mere feet away from them. Apparently, although most of the cops were only in their twenties, they had already forgotten how to play ‘Hide and Seek’, because they did not bother to check the most obvious hiding place.

There is always one exception to the rule, in this case a raven-haired beauty who wore a ponytail with big, hazel eyes, light-brown skin and long legs. The pretty cop ducked to have a quick, perfunctory look underneath the truck, not really thinking that she was going to find anything. Unfortunately for her, Samantha and Nadia had already seen the black-haired beauty’s black boots getting suspiciously close, so they were ready to act. Each of the escaped convicts quickly grabbed one of the officer’s feet and dragged her under the track with them. Nadia immediately covered her mouth, before she could scream for help, and none of her partners saw her disappear.

In an ideal world, Samantha and Nadia would have stripped the policewoman of her uniform, which consisted on navy-blue pants and shirt, and her boots so one of them would have put them on. Dressed as a cop, the criminal would have easily procured another uniform for her friend. However, this was an impossible task in such a confined space, so the escaped convicts only managed, with great difficulty, to handcuff the raven-haired beauty’s hands behind her back with her own cuffs and to gag her with one of Samantha’s socks, and the latter was only possible thanks to the former sex worker’s incredible flexibility and elasticity. Lying on her back, the cop could not believe that she was now the prisoner of the escaped convicts and that none of her partners had noticed her absence or even had bothered to check under the truck as well. To make things worse, Nadia started to take some liberties with her. Ursula’s sister unbuttoned the policewoman’s navy-blue shirt, revealing a lacy, semi-transparent yellow bra, and deftly unzipped her pants, showing matching lacy panties. The criminal ignored Samantha’s disapproving look and started to use her left hand to explore the cops’ round and firm tits and to toy with her panties’ elastic and cute ribbon. ‘It is ironic that Nadia initially despised Ursula’s lifestyle and now she is a younger version of her. Considering how little she was rewarded for being an upstanding citizen, it is not surprising, though’, Samantha pondered. The former sex worker worried that, after years of being chased by the police, even the kindest member of the team, like Sally and herself, were becoming more ruthless.

Samantha’s reflections were put to and end when she realised that something important was going on. The petite criminal crawled a bit closer to the edge and hid behind one of the truck’s massive wheels, from where she could get a better look of their surroundings.

Although dozens of cops were already chasing the escaped convicts, more and more policewomen from Horizonte, those who wore light-blue shirt and black skirts, had arrived. Leading them, there were five women wearing heels, skirts, blouses, blazers and the unmistakable badges of the Federal Agency of Investigation. Samantha easily recognised all of them. It was Lydia Wallace and her partner, Sonia Hernández, the agents who had been chasing them for years, plus the two rookies, Claire Hawk and Meadow Corradi, who had joined the team during the casino heist. The last woman, a buxom blonde with resting-bitch face, was Laura Griffiths. The criminal had not seen her when they got arrested by the federal agents at the Modern Walkyries’ headquarters, a few months ago, but her attitude indicated that she was in charge again.

The federal agents started to talk to two Deputy Marshals, both attractive women in their early forties, a brunette and a blonde, with cowgirl outfits consisting of tall boots, skirts, shirts and brown leather jackets. From her vantage point, Samantha could hear that they all were very distressed, which gave the criminal hope. After a brief discussion, they agreed that the Deputy Marshals would join the chase of the escaped convicts while the federal agents coordinated the search and contacted every police force in a radius of 80 miles to join the hunt. Once the Chief Deputy Marshal returned, as everyone assumed she was leading the chase, she would take command of the situation.

Samantha realised that the federal agents came prepared when they set up a big tent which would work as their headquarters within 6 minutes of their arrival. Then, she saw with relief that the cops had only arrested two blondes who wore a police uniform which consisted on white shirts and black skirts. The criminal correctly figured out that the women who were being brought for questioning to the tent were two of the actresses fooled by Ursula to help her free, which meant that, so far, her friends and Ursula herself were on the loose. After acquiring this vital intel, she crawled back to a safer position under the truck.

Thirty minutes later, the two criminals started to grow restless. None of her friends had been brought to the tent, which meant that they had not been arrested; however, they could not see a way out of their own situation. It was a matter of time before someone decided to move the truck from the road, so they needed to acquire a change of clothes and get the fuck out of there. Nadia and Samantha took turns and, while one carefully crawled to have a look outside for a chance, the other stayed behind watching the bound and gagged raven-haired cop, whose clothes were completely dishevelled by now.

Samantha realised that it was completely impossible to get out of the truck without being spotted by some of the many cops who were around. Consequently, she carefully crawled to the back of the truck, in order to get any other intel that could be of use. From there she could see the two rookie agents, Claire Hawk and Meadow Corradi, who sat on the back of a van next to the tent with two walkie-talkies in their hands and a huge map of the area in front of them. The criminal stared at the blonde’s fit legs and the curvy brunette’s round thighs and she was rewarded with a glimpse of Claire’s black thong underneath brown pantyhose and Meadow’s black pantyhose and red lacy panties. Her patience also paid off: Laura Griffiths, Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández left the tent, accompanied by the two arrested actresses, who had lost their stolen uniforms and now walked handcuffed, wearing only black panties, a matching lacy bra and sexy stockings, and two young cops wearing light-blue shirts and black skirts. As a result, the two rookie federal agents were now in command and got inside the tent.

The petite criminal crawled back, realising that something important was going on, so it was their time to move, but she was still unsure on what to do. When she came back, Samantha saw that Nadia was making good use of her time. Ursula’s young sister was fingering the captive cop with her left hand while she used her right to pleasure herself. Both women were moaning worryingly loud until they orgasmed at the same time. When Nadia zipped back her jumper, a few moments later, the sight of her white bikini panties gave Samantha a great idea.

‘Nadia, are you wearing Intimissimi’s white panties and matching bra? Those new sets of underwear that we stole from the mail room in prison?’ Samantha asked excitedly. During their time in jail, they had obviously tried to escape several times, albeit without success, but they had also done pranks to the guards who mistreated the prisoners, like the three busty Latinas who worked in the mail room and stole parcels received by the inmates. One day, Nadia, Samantha and Belinda attacked them by surprise and stole their uniforms, which consisted on grey pants with a black stripe and grey short-sleeved shirts. They used bed linen to bound and gag the three guards, whom they stashed under the mail room’s front desk, wearing only Intimissimi’s white panties and matching bra. The three convicts then proceeded to distribute all the parcels among the inmates. They also stole several things that were sent to the women who worked at the prison, such as a bouquet of roses sent to the attractive warden or dozens of sets of Intimissimi’s underwear, which had been gifted to the guards by the company as a token of goodwill after the controversial ad they had run. The three young criminals were obviously punished by their daring act with many days in solitary confinement, but they hid the stolen panties and bras and they liked to wear them as a sign of defiance.

‘Of course!’, the blonde criminal replied with enthusiasm. In response, Samantha started to take off her jumper immediately and ordered her to do the same. Nadia was not sure what was going on, but she trusted her friend. With some difficulty due to the reduced space they were hiding in, both escaped convicts took off her jumpers and, wearing only Intimissimi’s white panties and matching bras, they crawled out of the truck.

Samantha started to shout ‘Help! Help! The prisoners attacked us and stole our uniforms!’ and Nadia immediately did the same. Soon they were surrounded by a lot of policewomen. No one recognised them, but it was hard to imagine that two women wearing only Intimissimi white underwear were not cops. The plan worked perfectly because the commotion attracted the interest of the two young federal agents, who immediately ordered to take these two officers into their tent.

Pretended to be shaken, Samantha and Nadia talked fast and incoherently, until Claire Hawk and Meadow Corradi ordered the rest of the cops to leave them alone with their attacked partners, so they could calm down and explain what had happened. The two federal agents had had several encounters with the two criminals, especially with Ursula’s younger sister, who had humiliated them and a hotshot detective named Brandy House before she joined Ursula’s team. However, they did not realise that the two scantily clad and covered in dust women were their nemesis until it was too late.

Samantha and Nadia exchanged a quick look and realised that, instead of feeding the federal agents with a fake story, it was better to take a more direct approach and they jumped them. Claire and Meadow had taken personal defence courses, but the two criminals had learned Krav Magá and martial arts from Ursula, so the officers of the law were no match for them.

Five minutes later, Samantha was wearing Claire’s grey skirt, red blouse, grey blazer and black heels while Nadia was wearing Meadow’s black skirt, blue blouse, black blazer and off-grey heels, which were a tad big for her. Ursula’s sister was briefly disappointed when she noticed that the blonde agent’s skirt did not fit her. Samantha had consoled her though, reminding her that she had not gained weight, it was only that she had done so many squats in prison that her ass had gotten much bigger, especially for a white girl, in a good way. The two federal agents had to witness that bizarre conversation with their hands on their head, wearing only their underwear.

Nadia checked the room for items which could be used to tie and gag the two agents, but her eyes were drawn to Claire’s slim body and perky tits, who looked amazing wearing a black thong, a matching demibra and brown pantyhose, and Meadow’ curvaceous figure and juicy breasts, who was a sight to behold wearing red lacy panties underneath black pantyhose and matching lacy bra. The young criminal imagined that they could have all sorts of fun with their two captives but Samantha focused on more practical matters. With a sudden move, she put Claire’s phone in front of the blonde agent’s face, unlocking it, and she used it to text Ursula’s emergency number which all of them knew by heart. It was time to find their leader.

For the first time in years, Ursula started to grow anxious in the middle of a mission. She and the six actresses, all wearing police uniforms which consisted of black skirts, white shirts, black ties and black hats, had set up a road block with their cruisers. Ursula had also stolen traffic signs in order to make everything look very realistic. However, that was not the main problem. None of the actresses was particular sharp, but, at this point, making them believe that they were still filming a movie was utterly impossible.

The women kept asking questions and Ursula’s answers were increasingly unsatisfactory until, finally, one of the actresses took her phone and started to search on the Internet. By then, the attack on St Leonard’s Spring’s police station was known by the authorities, and even some pictures of policewomen bound and gagged in their underwear inside police cruisers’ trunks had been leaked, spreading like wildfire on social media. Shocked, the actress showed the pictures to the rest of the ‘cast’ and Ursula realised that it was impossible to sustain the illusion any longer.

‘Ok, ladies. It is time for an honest talk. I am the real Ursula Volkanov and we are not shooting a movie, we are trying to free my friends from jail. Apologies for the deception, but I was desperate. A convoy full of cops will arrive any minute, so you have a choice to make. You can get the fuck out of here, and pretend that this never happened, or you can stay and help me. I can offer you a lot of money, but you deserve some honesty now, so what I can promise you is that, if things go South, we will share the best lawyer money can pay and, when that is not enough, we will escape together from prison’, Ursula vehemently said.

The actresses’ reaction was a mixture of shock, anger and fear for what they had done, but the last feeling prevailed, so four of them just jumped on a cruiser and left as quickly as possible. Only Holly and Kelly remained. The two blonde actresses looked at Ursula with tearful but resolute eyes and said ‘Let’s do it’. On one hand, they felt betrayed, but, on the other hand, they had never lived anything remotely as exciting, and they wanted to see how it would end. Ursula gave them a warm smile and got ready to pull out a miracle.

The convoy consisted of more than 20 police cars and a big truck which transported the prisoners. Ursula estimated that there were probably more than 60 cops, besides the Chief Deputy Marshall and a pair of other deputies. They were heavily outnumbered, but if they could distract the policewomen for a little bit, their friends would escape from the truck and attack the cops by surprise.

The convoy came to a halt when they saw the roadblock, but the cops stayed in their vehicles, probably following preestablished orders. Ursula cursed to herself, but remained calm, waiting to see what would happen. After two minutes of a tense standoff, one of the policewomen who drove the first car rolled down the window and shouted: ‘This is a federal convoy, so whoever of you townies is in charge best go to explain Agent McCarthy what is going on. You better have a good excuse to make us stop’. The cop, a short brunette with a pretty and round face who wore navy blue pants and shirt, stood out of the car and waited for Ursula, who walked towards her carrying a brown satchel on her shoulder.

Ursula would have preferred to be in the thick of the action when her friends started the attack on the cops, but the way things were unfolding could still play in her favour. She walked with the brunette officer to the end of the convoy, which was almost a quarter of a mile from the roadblock, where she met Chief Deputy Marshal Andrea McCarthy, who stood out of a black SUV driven by a short, plump blonde cop with blue eyes and a cute face who wore navy-blue pants and shirt.

‘Oh my fucking God, all the Marshals believe that they are in Justified!’ Ursula thought when she saw the cowgirl outfit that the Chief Deputy Marshal was wearing. Andrea McCarthy was a buxom redhead in her forties who wore glasses and her luscious hair in a braid. She wore tall brown boots, knee-length denim skirt, a black blouse, a brown, leather jacket and a white hat. The Chief Deputy angrily demanded an explanation for the stop, so Ursula started to babble some excuses about a traffic accident involving a truck which transported fuel, pretending to be nervous while she got ready for her next move.

The unmistakable sound of fighting was the sign that Ursula was waiting for. Their friends had started the attack on the unsuspecting cops, so it was time for her to help them as much as she could. The criminal wondered what Holly and Kelly would do, but she hoped that her presence would at least contribute to create more confusion. Anyway, she needed to do her part, so, with a sudden move, she elbowed the brunette cop who had escorted her and took off her gun. Now carrying two weapons, she pointed them at the Chief Deputy Marshal and her blonde driver, who did not moved, still shocked by Ursula’s speed.

Ursula now doubted what to do. Part of her just wanted to restrain her three captives and immediately join the fray, but maybe the better way of helping her friends was being methodical and using her unexpected advantage. In any case, the decision was made for her. The criminal saw how dozens of police cruisers, led by two black SUVs with the unmistakable licence plates used by the Federal Agency of Investigation, suddenly emerged from the forest tracks. Thanks to these reinforcements, the prisoners’ best choice was now to ran away, so Ursula knew that she had to concoct a new plan on the spot.

The sight of reinforcements gave the Chief Deputy Marshal and the two cops a newfound bravado, but Ursula’s threatening look immediately removed the smug from their faces. Looking at the two cops, she ordered them: ‘Take off your uniforms immediately. Whoever finish last will be severely punished’. Then, she turned to the Chief Deputy Marshal, hammering her guns, and said: ‘Get your walkie and tell everyone that the newly arrived cops might be impersonators. They could be led by Ursula, who is trying to free her friends’. The redhead officer of the law, completely subdued by the criminal’s imposing presence, meekly complied. Ursula knew that this would only give her friends some time, but she hoped that creating more confusion would allow them to escape to their secluded hideout in the hills.

By the time the Chief Deputy had sent the message, the two policewomen had taken off her navy-blue pants and shirts and their black boots. Now they stood with their hands above their heads, wearing only Intimissimi’s white bikini panties and matching bra. Ursula then procured four pairs of zipties and two big ball-gags from her satchel and used them to restrain the cops’ wrists and ankles and to gag them, respectively. She did not know whether the mouthy brunette or the blonde driver had finished last, so she decided to briefly grope both curvy officers’ juicy breasts and to spank both their round asses before ordering them to hop inside the SUV’s trunk.

Then, Ursula’s attention diverted to the Chief Deputy Marshal and she only needed to say ‘your turn’ for the redhead officer of the law to start taking off her clothes. Andrea McCarthy did not open her mouth to say platitudes like ‘you can not do this to me, I am a federal agent’ or ‘you are not going to get away with this’, because she had read extensively about Ursula so she knew that this was exactly what she did and that, no matter how outlandish her plan looked, she could get away with it. At this point, the Chief Deputy Marshal only wanted to cut her losses, so she took off her white hat and her brown leather jacket, and placed them on the SUV’s hood. Then, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a light-purple lacy bra with a cute ribbon in the middle which struggled to contain her wholesome breasts. After that, she stepped off her boots, unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, and raised her hands.

Ursula’s eyes devoured Andrea’s round thighs and big ass. The Chief Deputy Marshal was in her mid-forties but she looked stunning wearing black pantyhose and light-purple tanga panties. The criminal realised that she had no time to lose, so she got everything she needed to bound and gag the officer of the law from her satchel. Ursula ziptied the Chief Deputy’s hands behind her back and her ankles, but she also got two additional bigger zipties which she used to circle her alluring thighs and her chest and arms together. Finally, she put a red ball-gag on her mouth and forced her to lie down in the back seats of the SUV, where no one could see her.

The criminal then started to put on the officer of the law’s clothes, including the fucking cowgirl hat. Ursula’s satchel was full of surprises, including a redhead wig and a lot of make-up, but it was Andrea McCarthy who procured the last touch. Ursula took the Chief Deputy Marshal’s glasses and smiled at her captive, who saw with horror that, from a distance, the criminal could easily pass like her.

It took Ursula only six minutes to take care of the now three captives, but a lot has happened in that time. A lot of policewomen were running towards the hills on the north and to the nearby town, so the criminal correctly figured out that they were chasing her friends. Additionally, the newly-arrived cops had set up a tent near the road, which looked like the place from where the federal agents were going to coordinate the search of the escaped convicts. Both aspects were promising signs, but she needed to know the whereabouts of her friends before making her next move. She had to wait, but that did not mean that she would stay idle. It was time to put her new disguise to good use…

‘Seventeen and eighteen’, the criminal silently counted. She gave a last look at the two bound and gagged cops which she had just captured, a tallish brunette who wore a ponytail and a blonde with curly hair and a pretty face full of freckles, before closing the trunk. The brunette was wearing Intimissimi’s white bikini panties and matching bra, but the busty blonde had opted for dark-green tanga panties and a matching bra, so Ursula wanted to spend a few more seconds admiring her sexy body. The criminal was frustrated to realised that most of the cops wore the same kind of underwear nowadays. 14 out of the 18 she had captured in the last thirty minutes, to be precise. She fondly remembered the four outliers though. Besides the blonde she had just captured, there were two busty Latinas who wore thongs, pink and black, respectively, and matching lacy bras. They were now sitting back to back behind some bushes, with their ziptied hands resting on each other’s laps and their mouths gagged with tape. There was also a petite brunette with short hair and green eyes who wore black tanga panties underneath brown pantyhose and matching lacy bra. She was now tied to a tree with four of her partners, but she was ball-gagged while the other cops were fully naked and panty-gagged, so she could consider herself lucky, all things considered.

Ursula wanted to get additional police uniforms, just in case. She also thought that leaving bound, gagged and scantily clad cops scattered in the surroundings could help to generate more confusion in case they were found. However, the criminal’s lust and her growing frustration for not hearing from her friends were the main reasons to deceive any policewoman she ran into, pretending to be the Chief Deputy Marshal, in order to strip her of her clothes.

Finally, her phone buzzed. Only her friends knew Ursula’s emergency number, so the criminal smiled, ready to get some good news. The text she got did not disappoint her in the slightest. Zoe and Susan sent her a selfie dressed up as cowgirls, wearing tall boots, skirts, shirts, brown leather jackets and hats. If the badges that they proudly showed did not provide enough information, the two bound and gagged women who were forced to pose on the selfie with them completed the whole picture. It was obvious that the involuntary donors of the clothes, both attractive women in their early forties, a curvy brunette with tanned skin and blue eyes, who wore aquamarine lacy panties underneath brown pantyhose and matching lacy bra, and a busty blonde with green eyes who wore pink cheeky panties underneath black pantyhose and matching lacy bra, were the real Marshal Deputies.

With their newly acquired identities and clothes, Zoe and Susan were now able to come back to the convoy and join Ursula. The criminal had some time to kill, so she took off Andrea’s ball-gag from her mouth and ordered the Chief Executive Deputy to summon a few policewomen using her walkie. The redhead officer of the law played her part perfectly, especially considering that Ursula lowered her bra and started to toy with her nipples during the conversation, but she only got a few spanks as reward before the criminal put the ball-gag back on her. Andrea McCarthy struggled to admit it, but she was getting turned on by the situation.

Four policewomen answered the call, a curvy Latina, a petite brunette and two slim blondes with tanned skin, all wearing light-blue shirts, black skirts, black ties and black hats, and, one by one, Ursula rendered them unconscious when they arrived to receive orders, unaware that who they thought was the officer in charge was an impostor. By now, the criminal had run out of zip-ties, so she had to use rope to bound the cops. Fortunately for her, there were still plenty of ball-gags for the new prisoners. Ursula hid the policewomen in the trunks of two cruisers, some of the last which were still vacant, with a smile on her face. The members of Horizonte police force showed a welcome variety in regards to their lingerie choice, and only the tall brunette cop was wearing Intimissimi’s white bikini panties and matching bra. The Latina officer was wearing a white thong and matching bra while the two blondes wore cheeky panties, blue and orange, respectively, and matching lacy bra.

Ursula’s mood brightened even more when, at the same time, Zoe and Susan arrived, now wearing the two Deputy Marshals’ clothes, and she received a text from Sally and Belinda. Their two friends were dressed up as a policewoman and as a detective, respectively, but at that point Ursula thought that it was better that they got a car to escape on their own. They would meet in two days in one of Mr. I’s many secret mansions, after the cops lost trail of them.

At this point, it was safe to assume that Samantha and her sister, Nadia, had been arrested while trying to escape, so Ursula decided that the time to chat with the federal agents had come. The criminal sat next to the Chief Deputy Marshal and removed her ball-gag again. ‘This is the last time. Do not do anything stupid and we will be on our way soon’, she said. Andrea McCarthy saw with chagrin that two of the escaped convicts were now wearing her deputies’ clothes, so she pondered for a few seconds if she should try to do something heroic. It might be her last chance to stop the criminals or to recover some dignity. Ursula read the redhead officer of the law’s mind and persuasively continued: ‘you are not going to get a medal after this, but maybe your bosses can find another scapegoat. Also, if I were you, I would like to know how the federal agents showed up here so quickly but did not warn you before of the danger you were in’. This was more than enough to persuade the Chief Deputy Marshal, who called two cops with her walkie.

Thirty seconds later, two young cadets, a busty blonde and a petite brunette who wore light-blue shirts, black skirts, black ties and black hats, arrived. Ursula ordered them to tell the federal agents that she was back from the chase and she would like to have a chat with them and everyone they had arrested during her absence. The two soon-to-be cops, unaware of what was going, nodded and left in a hurry. ‘Time for the final showdown’, Ursula thought, eager to meet her federal nemesis again.

Lydia Wallace exchanged a quick look with her partner, Sonia Hernández, and the Latina agent regained her composure, hiding her smile. The two blonde women that they had arrested wearing police uniforms, which consisted of black skirts and white shirts, said that they were actresses and they were shooting a film. They insisted that they had all the paperwork at home and that they would not speak further until they got a lawyer. Agent Wallace recognised that the situation was objectively funny, although they had screwed it up. Big time.

No one knew it better than Laura Griffiths, who was going to be held responsible for this debacle. The blonde federal agent was furious, so she ordered the two blondes to strip of their stolen uniforms, so they could return them to their right owners. Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández looked at each other again, pondering if they should step up to protect the constitutional rights of the arrested women, but they remained silent. It was better if Laura Griffiths channelled her rage this way instead of doing something more stupid. More importantly, the two federal agents would not mind to see the two hot actresses in their underwear. The blondes’ lingerie choice, consisting on sexy black lacy panties, matching bra and stockings, did not disappoint Lydia and Sonia, who enjoyed that someone else, not them, was doing the undressing for once.

Since they had arrived to Horizonte the day before, Lydia Wallace had tried to persuade Laura Griffiths to alert the Marshals and the police force of the small town of St Leonard’s Spring of their imminent danger, or, at least, to set up a trap and arrest Ursula when she attacked the small police precinct in order to procure some uniforms for her outlandish plan. The blonde federal agent refused to do any of those things: she wanted to caught Ursula in the middle of a spectacular escape attempt, so she could get all the credit for her capture and appear like a heroine who had saved the Marshals’ sorry asses.

Needless to say, the operation had failed spectacularly. The policewomen who were secretly tailing Ursula saw that four of the fake cops who were with her in the road block got in a cruiser and left in a hurry. They wrongly thought that it was part of the criminal’s ploy to attack the convoy, so they followed them until they noticed that the women were just escaping from there and reported it to Laura Griffiths. Those precious minutes of waiting cost them very dearly, because when they arrived to the convoy it was too late: the convicts had gained enough ground that, despite of the arrival of police reinforcements, they managed to ran away. The confusion created by the gathering of cops wearing three different kinds of uniforms, not knowing at first who were real police officers and who were impostors, did not help either. In conclusion, the six convicts were now in the wind and Ursula was nowhere to be found. To make things worse, the only two women they had arrested were not criminals hired by Ursula, but actresses who had been fooled to play a part in all this. If this was true, everyone was going to look even more like morons, if that was even possible.

The arrival of two young cadets, a blonde and a brunette, who announced that Andrea McCarthy, the Chief Deputy Marshall, was back and she wanted to have a chat with them and the prisoners marked the end of the road and they knew it. The three federal agents left, accompanied by the two blonde prisoners and the young cadets, and left Claire Hawk and Meadow Corradi in charge. Laura Griffiths tried to persuade them to come up with a story to justify their recklessness, but Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández did not want to lie to save her arrogant boss.

The three federal agents saw two Deputy Marshals, a Latina and a strawberry blonde, standing next to a black SUV. They carried big shotguns and they were dressed like cowgirls. ‘Every fucking Marshal thinks that she is in Justified’, Lydia Wallace thought with derision. The brunette agent did not recognise them, but, in her defence, Zoe and Susan’s faces were mostly covered by the hats and sunglasses they were wearing. Their superior, a redhead with regular glasses who also wore a cowgirl out, was inspecting a map, only paying perfunctory attention to the arriving women. Lydia Wallace thought that the Chief Deputy Marshal was younger than she would have imagined. She also reminded her of someone, but after 36 hours without almost no sleep, the brunette agent’s mind was not the clearest.

The Chief Deputy Marshal raised her eyes and looked at the two young cadets who brought the prisoners. The blonde and brunette soon-to-be-cops looked very good in their uniforms, consisting of black skirts, light-blue shirts, black ties and black hats, but, they were probably only 19, so, for the first time in ages, Ursula felt bad and decided to spare them. ‘You two can leave now’, she said to them, ‘and after today you might consider changing your professional career, sweeties’, she concluded. The young cadets, unaware of their luck, nervously chuckled, thinking that the woman they thought was their commanding officer was joking, and left.

Then, Ursula turned to the federal agents and said: ‘could you please tell me who are these two women handcuffed wearing only their underwear and, more importantly, how did you know that we were going to be attacked?’. The criminal exchanged a quick look with the actresses and Holly smiled, recognising her. Ursula was happy to see that Samantha and her sister had not been arrested, but then, ‘where the fuck are they now?’, she thought.

Laura Griffiths was livid and, with a trembling voice, started to make excuses until Lydia Wallace interrupted her. ‘For fuck’s sake, shut the fuck up, stupid cunt. This is all your fault’, she shouted. The brunette agent had been always very respectful of the chain of command, but she was now tired of playing politics instead of doing her job, so she told the truth: She had correctly figured out Ursula’s plan -minus recruiting D-rate actresses for her team-, but her blonde boss wanted to take all the glory for arresting her.

In that moment, one of the back seats’ doors of the SUV opened and a woman rolled to the ground. It was an attractive redhead in her forties who wore her hair in a braid. Her hands, ankles, round thighs and juicy breasts were circled with zipties and a red ball-gag covered her mouth. She was only wearing a light-purple lacy bra with a cute ribbon in the middle, which had been lowered to put her amazing tits on display, and matching lacy panties underneath black pantyhose. The three federal agents immediately figured out that she was the real Chief Deputy Marshal and that they had been talking to Ursula Volkanov this whole time. However, they did not have time to do anything because Zoe and Susan, the women they thought were Deputy Marshals, pointed their shotguns at them.

The three federals agents cursed their luck and lack of attention, but Lydia Wallace, always the paragon of professionalism, tried a Hail Mary: ‘there are still dozens of cops here and our partners, Agents Hawk and Corradi, had been instructed to raise the alarm if we do not come back in 10 minutes. New protocol’. Ursula looked the brunette agent in the eye and immediately knew that she was not bluffing. The criminal had taken care of 22 cops already, but it was true that there were still dozens of policewomen around and more officers from nearby stations arrived every few minutes. She was pondering what to do, when she heard the buzz of her phone.

With a look of triumph, Ursula showed the three federal agents the picture which she had just received. Lydia Wallace and her colleagues saw a selfie of Samantha Green, wearing Claire Hawk’s grey skirt, red blouse, grey blazer and black heels, and Nadia Volkanov, Ursula’s sister, who was wearing Meadow Corradi’s black skirt, blue blouse, black blazer and off-grey heels. The two defeated federal agents stood next to them, with their hands tied behind her back and her mouth gagged with tape. The blonde agent was only wearing a black thong, a matching demibra and brown pantyhose while the curvy brunette had opted for red lacy panties underneath black pantyhose and matching lacy bra. If that was not enough, six other cops, all wearing Intimissimi white bikini panties’ and matching bras, laid on the floor, hogtied with rope, gagged with tape and blindfolded.

Lydia Wallace cursed and started to take off her clothes without Ursula needing to say anything. The brunette agent knew that, once again, they had lost. Her partner, Sonia Hernández, immediately did the same, but her superior, Laura Griffiths argued that the criminals only needed two set of clothes for the blonde actresses, so she could keep hers. Ursula gave her a wolfish smile and said: ‘we do not need your clothes, but we are going to show you some sense of camaraderie. With a lighting move, the criminal pulled down Laura’s red skirt and then, more worryingly, her lacy white panties. She made the undies into a ball and stuffed them in the blonde’s mouth. Then Ursula took off the federal agent’s blazer and tore up her white blouse, buttons flying everywhere. The criminal finally unhooked the lacy white bra and started to fondle Laura’s big, porcelain breasts. Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández stood with their hands raised above her head and, despite their state of undress, they secretly enjoyed the scene unfolding in front of them. The brunette agent was wearing only black cheeky panties, matching bra and brown pantyhose while the Latina had opted for a racy metal-grey thong, matching lacy bra and sexy black stockings and garters.

Sitting on the black SUV, bound and gagged in her underwear, the four officers of the law witnessed how Ursula reunited with her friends and how all them, including the two blonde actresses, escaped in small groups in different directions. Lydia Wallace knew that they would get a new change of clothes soon, probably stolen from unaware policewomen, and the trail would go cold in a day or two. The brunette agent looked at the Chief Deputy Marshal. The redhead officer most likely hated them, but now, ziptied and ball-gagged in her underwear, with her juicy breasts out of the cups of her bra and a vibrator wand placed on her pussy and taped to one of her round thighs, she had other things in her mind right now. Andrea McCarthy loudly moaned, ready to reach her third orgasm after some bondage-related fantasies had been awoken inside her. Next to The Chief Deputy Marshal, naked except for her white stockings, tied with rope, gagged with her own panties and blindfolded, Laura Griffiths struggled frantically, but she could not loosen her restrains or eject the dildo that Ursula had put inside her pussy. ‘After this debacle, the blonde cunt is finally done’, Lydia Wallace thought with relief. Her future and her partner’s did not look bright either, but they would worry about it later. The brunette stared at the mesmerising bounce of Sonia Hernández’s impressive tits, as the Latina wriggled her sexy body, partly trying to free herself, partly the result of the vibrator wand who stimulated her private parts. With that alluring sight in mind, Lydia Wallace closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling the warm buzz of the vibrator inside her.

THE END