Police in Peril

Postby ManRandomThe » Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:23 am

The following is a RP made with the very lovely HITPOOANDRUN adapted several chapters. It details the kinky, bondage-fueled aventures of several highway patrol motorcycle cops against a evil crime syndicate made up by English Equestrians. Obviously, it's very tongue-in-cheek, and in no way do we seek to demean any police activities. With that said, enjoy!

Characters:

Laura White: A very kind California Highway Patrol Motorcycle officer, who is pleasant around her fellow officers and family but to criminals, though patient, can lose her temper when she needs to. She is brown-haired, of Caucasian descent and is 27 years old.
**Clothes: Black long-sleeved leather jacket, black undershirt, black leather gloves, black belt, beige jodhpurs and black knee-high motorcycle boots.
**Visual Aid: http://www.perubeauties.org/2008/08/la-fuerza-fenix.html

John Korica: A younger member of the California Highway Patrol Motorcycle officers, who is a by-the-book cop, though he can get flustered at times. He is brown-haired, of Caucasian descent and is 24 years old.
**Clothes: Black long-sleeved leather jacket, black undershirt, black leather gloves, black belt, beige jodhpurs and black knee-high motorcycle boots.
**Visual Aid: http://www.perubeauties.org/2008/08/la-fuerza-fenix.html
Last edited by ManRandomThe on Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:24 am, edited 1 time in total.

Chapter 1: The Evil Impersonater

Postby ManRandomThe » Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:23 am

*Star City, California. The Freeways, Tuesday, 10:00 A.M.*

Ah, the desert roads of Star City, a virtual second home to Laura White, highway patrol officer who remained idle on her motorcycle as nothing happened. The job recently had been still of incidents, except for a dissaperance. Boring yes but for Laura, it meant her job was easier. She relaxed her muscles, sighing against the highway roads which remained rather empty at this time of the day. Laura was a knockout of a woman, standing about 5'9, with beautiful brown hair, firm, natural, d-cups, a slim, figure, and a pretty face. She was in her uniform of a black long-sleeved leather jacket, a black undershirt, a pair of black leather gloves, a black belt, beige jodhpurs and a pair of black knee-high motorcycle boots.

"Well, so far, pretty much no trafic", her partner, the younger John Korica said. John stood about six feet even, he was small-figured, but had a well-toned physique, with movie star good looks, and short, yet wavy brown hair and also clad in the sme uniform. Still, both had to be cautious, as two of their fellow officers dissappared last week around this same stretch of highway.

"Yup, bet it'll be like that all day too." Laura sighs, trying to pass it off with a smile. Truth be told, it was boring, but she was glad John was here to keep things entertaining. Had she been alone, well that'd be a different story. "So, what do you think happened to the other two officers last week? I mean disappearing out of nowhere... seems a little weird."

"I don't know Laura, all Sergeant Kaufmann found was their bikes", John said. "Like they vanished into nowhere".

"Guys back at the station say it's some sort of monster or something." Laura laughs, she had a very sweet laugh that sounded as gentle as a blanket of feathers. "Still, I hope they're okay... I hope we're okay. I wasn't looking forward to being stationed here, I'll say that."

"Yeah, I know what you mean", John said. He scanned the horizon on his bike looking for anything. "I can't see how they vanished unless...I don't know, someone took them. It's too barren to hide them".

Laura presses her lips inward and shrugs as she looks around. In the distance she could be sure she saw the figure of another officer but why would one be so close to their location. "Hey, John." she nudges him and points toward the figure. "Look over there, doesn't that look like one of ours?"

"Yes, it is. I see a patrol car nearby too, but she's wearing a Motorcycle cop uniform", John noted. "Seems kind of odd".

Clutching at the oppertunity of doing something, Laura smiles. "We should probably investigate then." she says, placing her helment on and buckling the straps. "Come on." she says, driving ahead of John.

"Right", John says as they drive up to the officer. Her helmet and sunglasses obscures her face so neither of them can get a good look at her, and she seems to be searching for something in the back seat. She had short, blonde hair was actually quite tall at 6'1 and also in a similar uniform.

Laura removes her helment, cupping it under her arm. "Excuse me, officer?" she asks, getting off of her bike. "Is everything okay? You know we have been asked to patrol here, so if you're lost..." she giggles at the thought.

"Ah, no miss, just trying to find those missing officers", the lady said. "Excuse me, young man, you see that ditch over there? I was trying to scour there because I swore I could see some tire marks, but I didn't want to leave mine unattended. Can you search it?", she asks. "All right, back in a sec", Johan walks off to check. After all, he had no reason to suspect anything wrong.

"So, why are you driving a car in that uniform?" Laura asks, a little confused though she didn't expect anything strange. "What, did you forget to wash your own?" she laughed playfully.

As John is now out of eye and earshot, the lady chuckles...then pulls out her pistol. "Hands on the car. Now. Don't make a single sound", she warns. Turns out she's not a cop.

"What tire marks?", John thinks to himself as he inspects the ditch.

Laura raised her arms, a sudden fright and ultimate confusion washing over her like a blanket of water parading on a sandy beach. She raises an eyebrow. "Hey, what's going on here?" she asks, doing as she's told regardless as the woman waves the pistol around. She gently places her leather gloves hands on the car.

"I'm not a cop, moron", the lady says as she disarms Laura and handcuffs her. "You and your pretty-boy partner are going to take a ride home with me".

As Laura is being restrained, John heads back up. Laura shrugs her arms a little in the cuffs, the squeak of her leather jacket and the gloves against the metal cuffs emitting out from her movements. "Wait John don't!" she cries out as he arrives back on the scene in front of them.

"The Hell?", John says as he sees the scene and pulls out his own pistol. "Let her go!", he orders, but the imposter kicks Laura's knees out and holds the gun to her head. "Drop it, or she will", she coldly threatens.

Panting with fright, Laura shut her eyes for a split second, hoping that when they'd open this wouldn't be happening. "John! do it..." she begged, feeling the pants of her uniform and her boots tightly manouver against her position and feel the sand hot on the material.

John fliched. He dropped his gun and put his hands in the air. The cop throws Laura down and goes to restrain John. "Stupid kid, you'll probably regret this", as he too is handcuffed. "What are you going to do with us?", he asked.

Laura had the same question pending on her mind, though it rung out to her that it was likely the same thing that happened to the last two officers that went missing. "Wait, does this having anything to do with the two officers who went missing last week?"

"Yup, the same trick worked on them too. A guy and a girl too", the imposter said as she took some rope from the back seat. She then bound Laura and John's ankles and thighs together and pinned their arms down, as well.

The feeling of being restrained was new to Laura who struggled in the back of the car, again; the sounds of the material of her uniform squeaked as she did. "You know you'll be found out eventually! If cops keep going missing, they'll look for us!" she turned to John, wondering if he was okay.

The imposter sighed, and got some duct tape and gagged both with two large strips. "Don't worry, I'm not greedy. Two personal pleasure captives in your beautiful uniforms will do just fine", she sadistcally smirked.

"Hmpgh?", John and Laura groaned in fear. Did she say "pleasure" captives?

Laura looked to John nervoulsy, her heavy breathing evident as the tape retracted and exhaled with her. "Mmmph mmmph!" she muffled as she struggled desperatly to be free.

"Good, I like that struggle. It will be more fun that way once we get back", she said as she loaded both into the trunk of her car, closed it, and began to drive to her hideout.

The trunk was pitch-black, yet John was face-to-face with Laura, as he could feel her right up on him.

And Laura in return. She could feel his uniform rubbing up against hers and even his heavy breathing touching her face. She struggled, not caring that they were so pressed together. She could barely see anything, only the shiny duct tape was really noticable and perhaps the glimmering of John's badge.
"Mmmph mmmph!" she would grunt as she put the effort into escaping.

"GMMPGH!", John groaned as he too struggled as best he could, but there was no way to free themselves against their handcuffs, and doing so made both rub up against eachother, which really wasn't helping things.

It was rather embarassing having her partner brush up against it. It made her blush, though she was glad for the darkness hiding that. She wanted to remove these feelings and concentrate on their situation but no matter how hard she struggled or how much she grunted into her gag, she couldn't get herself free.

John felt much of the same feelings, blush and all, but also was trapped. Soon, they could hear the car entering a garage and motor turning off.

This was it, finally Laura would see the meaning by what the woman had said to them before she was stuffed into the back with her partner. The trunk opened, light creeping in on them.
"MMMMPH GRMMPH MMPH!" Laura complained with their captor, as she kicked up a struggle once again.

"Welcome to my humble abode", she mockingly told both. She hoisted Laura over her shoulder and brought her to the bedroom, and then brought John as well.

"My, my my, aren't you two just the cutest little cops. Which one will I pleasure first?", she said as she took out a coin to decide.

Laura struggled on the bed, kicking up a fuss.
"Mmmph mmmph!" she watched the coin flick in the air and eventually land back in the woman's hand. What did that mean for herself and John. She looked to her partner, a worried expression.

"The pretty boy goes first", she said as she grabbed some choloform and put both out. When Laura awoke, she was tied to a chair, while John's hands were tied above him and to the bed and the same to his ankles on the other side. "I know you want to watch this", the imposter said as she licked the young cop's face, causing him to shiver.

"JNMPH!" Laura calls out, watching him squirm on the bed. Was it wrong to get some kick out of watching him? Yeah, she was sure it was. She struggled in the chair, shaking her head but the tape never budged. It clung to her mouth firmly unabashed by her efforts.

"Nmmpgh! Gmmmpgh Ofmmmpgh!", John pleaded as the woman rubbed his leather-clad chest and kissed him as he struggled futily.

"Aww, what's wrong fella?" The woman grinned. "You need a good giggle, that's all." She began reaching her hands down into his jacket, the slowly trickled up his body until she reached his underarms. Laura was stalled watching until eventually she began tickling...

"Mnnnpgh! Hemmlpgh!', John involuntarily began to laugh as he struggled and writhed in his bonds. He hated to see Laura when he was like this.

"Now that's hardly a laugh." The woman pouted playfully as she continued tickling him. "Ah, yes, well I'm sure the duct tape doesn't help. Oh well" she continued feathering her finger under his armpits, then down to his sides.

Laura watched with much distaste, her poor partner putting up a fight against the tickling. "STMPPMP MMPH!" she muffled out, struggling.

"She seems to be enjoying it." The woman lied.

John shook his head no, but his giggles and chortles from the laughter wasn't helping at all. He tried to wriggle out, but the ropes held so firmly, he had no chance.

"Aww, what's the matter babe, enjoying it too much?" She asks as she stops for a second, gently tracing her hand down his face.
"mmm, you are quite the handsome cop aren't you?"

"Mmmph mmph!" Laura muffles out from behind them.

"She seems to think so too." The woman giggles.

John tried to get out of the woman's hands, but she held him securely, and shivered as her gloved hand stroked his face.

"Mmm, these uniforms, you know they're pretty tight. You gotta wear these all day?" she shrugs up the the jacket. "You must have a hard time down below officer." she says, her eyes pointing downward to his private parts. Laura blushed a little, poor John. He must be so embarassed.

Unfortunedly, the natural tightness of John's jodhpurs were an open invite to the vile vixen, who at least kept it zipped up. The woman grabbed a tight hold of John's boots and grinned widely. "So officer, you two have been partners for a while I imagine, ever see each other like this? Hm?" she asks.
"Ever think of your fellow officer this way? Are you enjoying this?"

"Mmmph mmph!" Laura muffled angrily at her as she struggled frustratingly. John was trying not to answer that if anything not to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was right on both accounts, but as she rubbed his thighs, the answer became apparent.

The woman could see a problem growing from his private area. It was confirmation enough. She grinned at him as she began to massage his upper legs, manouvering her fingers around the tight uniform trousers. "Ommmmpgh goooodmpgh!", John moaned in a combinaiton of unwilling pleasure and despair as he was unquestionably her slave. His strength was starting to fade fast.

John was a strong partner to have and to see him crumble like that in front of Laura's eyes was difficult for her. "Is that relaxing sweety? Good, I'm glad. It's nice to keep your mind off of things, isn't it deary?" The woman says as she moves in to kiss his face while still massaging his upper legs.

"Immmpgh sorrrmy Lammmpgh!", John tearfully apologized to his partner as he was taken by the she-devil. Escape for either seemed impossible, and who knows if she would keep them alive?

She stopped briefly to stand up. "Officer, how does it feel it literally have no more authority? Hm? That you and your partner here are under my command..." she says, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. "Mighty comfortable bed hm?" she walks over to Laura then, getting behind her. "Tell her everything's going to be okay officer, go on!"

John had no idea what she would do to Laura if he didn't, so he said those words, gag and all, hoping she wouldn't hurt his partner. "Good, good, now we can continue." She smiled, as she lay down atop John on the bed. "I have a thing for men with authority." she grins, her hands masaging him beneath his jacket.

"mmmph!" Laura growled under gag. John was her partner! she didn't need to see this thug belittling him. "Somebody will find us, somebody will find us, somebody will find us", John had to assure himself in his mind to keep himself from totally falling into despair. She would have to stop sooner or later, there had to be a way out! There just had to be one!

She ran her hand again down John's leg, the tight uniform complimented her slender gloved hand running down him until she reached his boots. "I wouldn't mind keeping a uniform like this, quite 'snug'" She jokes as she admires her hot captive.

Unfortunedly, John had a great figure, and she didn't want her to have any more ideas as she massaged his legs. "Should I dare touch the package? I should, shouldn't I?" she grinned.

"NMMPH!" Laura cried out. Enough was enough, she was an officer of the law! She wouldn't be treated this way. She kicked up a fuss, not wanting her partner to be harassed anymore but her struggles did little, only making her feel warmer and tighter in her binds as the woman placed her hand neared and then soon pressed her hand up against John's 'package' and grabbed it.

"NNNNNNNGGGGGMPH!", John shouted in absolute terror at this, trying everything he could do to keep it away from her.

The woman swung her head around to Laura. "I can safely confirm; the man is enjoying it." she laughed heartedly against Laura's frustration as she spread her hands out and massaged the area around and including his package, also his legs. "Mmm, officer, isn't this an easy day off, it's a shame I'll have to leave you two here alone". The evil impsoter had to go out and dump their motorcycles out to get anyone off her tail.

John perked up at hearing that, as he despertly wanted her off him as soon as possible, even for a minute.

The woman once more placed some serious pressure on his package with her hand as she lifted herself from the bed.
"I think you've had enough for now." she smiled, placing her hand down on his leg, gently massaging it as she leaned in and kissed the duct tape over his lips. "Don't you think officer... woman?"

"Mmmph mmpph!" Laura muffled frustradely at her.

"Hmmpgh!", John yelped in pain at that last act, but he saw the monster soak up those rags again and felt his stomach turn, dreading what she had in mind next. Laura tried to move her head away as the woman came closer, she shook her head saying 'no, don't!' "Mmph, mmmph!"

But, she had no mercy, and put Laura out cold, John soon following her. She then untied both and brought Laura onto the bed and brought them face-to-face, and tied their hands around eachother's backs, then tied rope around both's stomachs and thighs keep them closer together, and then she brought eachother's ankles together and tied them in a <> fashion.

Laura slept soundly while all this was going on, her cheek gently touching against John's. When she woke, roughly twenty minutes after the binding. She groaned, her eyes flickering open. She was greeted to the sight of John's duct taped face upclose to hers, almost touching even but she could see his entire face.
She tried to move away from him, the heat was unbearable but she couldn't! Her hands first, were locked around his back when she tried to move them. She wanted to mover her legs next but they wouldn't separate from John's. "Mmmph mmph!" she muffled, feeling his hard package up against her and her chest against his chest uncomfortably.

John soon woke up and found himself in a new horror. "Ommmpgh noompgh!", he grunted, but their captor seemed to have left them alone.

"mmph..." Laura sighed as she tried to struggle out but it only made matter incredibly worsen. "Sorrymph..." she muffled, the tape across her cheeks and lips glimmered under the lamp above the bed, it managing to tighten and stick even when she moved her mouth around. She could still feel his large package on her thigh... that didn't help. Her hands locked arround his back, hugging him closely and their leather jackets bound together made her extremely warm, she was sweating.

"Immmpgh sormmmpgh tooomgh", John apologized, as he was fully aware of the pleasure torture-induced problems he was having in his tight pants right now. He used his chin to wipe away the sweat on her forehead as just a basic form of decency they were denied earlier.

''Damn you John!' Laura cursed herself. Why did he have to be so cute even tied up and with his lips sealed shut? Only he would be gentlemanly enough to wipe the sweat away from her brow when he didn't have to. She squirmed slowly in her binds, muffling softly into her gag. "mmm mmm mmph..."

"Armmm ymmmpgh ooompgh, Lammmmgh?", he asked as even after all he went through, all his thought were still on his partner's safety first and foremost.

Laura was barely paying attention, watching the tape crease around his mouth when he spoke. He was real nice-looking all tied up. "Mph? Yeamph... aremph youmhp?" she asks.

"Fmmmpgh bemmmpgh", John answered earnestly, but having Laura there to share his pain kept him going and even tied like this, knowing she wasn't being tormented by that witch comforted him.

The two partners found themselves trapped in an awkward position. Laura wanted to escape but struggling meant making them feel a little more awkward. "Mmmph" she would moan as she struggled a little.

"Sommpgh", John told her as he began to actively struggle. They would feel very awkward indeed, but the had to escape, no matter the cost!

Laura joined him, their two bodies thrashing together.
"HELMMPH!" she cried out, hoping someone could hear.

John was wondering of they could somehow wriggle off the bed and try hopping. But, he didn't see anything they could use to free themselves on this side at the moment.

Laura nodded to him, getting the message. She helped him wiggle over to the edge of the bed and awkwardly, with his body pressed close to her's so they rotate and that their legs would touch the ground when they would hop off the bed.
"onemph twommph... threemph!" with a push, the two partnering officers pushed themselves off of the bed and into a standing position.

"Yemmmpgh!", John cheered. Now, here came the hard part. Due to the fact that each partner's ankle was tied to the other way it was going, hopping was going to be extremely difficult, but they needed to do it, as who knows when she would come back.

They eventually found it best to go 'slightly' on the tippy toes of their high boots. It helped but it was still a task to get used to.
Now they awkward part; hopping. There was nothing in sight that looked like it could be used to free them so they'd have to hop. After one hop to the left, Laura instantly knew this wasn't going to be fun. Between John's package rubbing against her leg and her breasts jiggling under her jacket, it was very uncomfortable. "mmph!" she grunted with the hop.

John knew his "problem" wasn't helping Laura at all, and was trying to think of unsexy thoughts to get him un-aroused, but being so close to a beautiful woman like her wasn't helping. So, both slowly, but surely hopped, to hopefully freedom

To Laura, her anger never left her. They were two strong officers of the law, capable at their job, not push overs! They were partners and friends for years, the knew each other were strong and confident in their jobs, they weren't damsels in distress.
The two continued hopping around the room, looking for something to untie themselves with. "Mmmph..." Laura would grunt upon every landing, their uniforms still pressed together.

"We still haven't found anything yet?", John asked, muffled throught the duct tape, as they still hopped around. Neither knew when their captor would come back, and it would be the end of it if she caught them like this!

"Look for a kitchen!" Laura muffled through the tape as they hopped around to the next room. If they found a kitchen, there would surely be knives!

To both's nearly infinite relief, the next room was indeed a kitchen, and sure enough there was a steak knife holder on the counter. "Lemmmpgh gommpgh!", John encouraged Lauara as both started their hops there.

The reached the knife and Laura managed to snag it. She began cutting her hands free blindly from around John's back, eventually freeing them. She pulled her hands up to their torso and cut them seperate, then legs ect. and before they knew it, they were free. "Finally!" Laura gasps, peeling away the tape, leaving a rectangle red rash on her mouth.

As Laura cut John free, he was glad his babyface didn't have any real facial hair as it would have been ripped off, as he also had the same red mouth. "Oh, thank you Jesus, we're free!", he said, geniuely happy.

"Yeah, quick, we better get out of here until that madwoman comes back!" Laura says. "Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" she asks as she follows John out of the building. "We need to find out what she really wanted with us... she wouldn't have gone to all that trouble."

"Yeah, we need to get our pistols back, then ambush her", John said. "And see if she has any more captives here".

"Yeah! It's only a matter of time before she arrives back, get ready." Laura says as she looks around the bedroom, eventually finding their pistols in the dresser. They hide behind the door, Laura nodding to John to wait before she gets back.

"Where the Hell did those two go", the imposter policewoman said to herself as she entered the bedroom. As she walked in, she heard the hammers clickling on two guns behind her.

"Dont. You. Move", John ordered.

"Down on the ground! Put your hands behind your head!" Laura barked at her, almost forcing her to the ground. "Keep her there John." Laura, found some rope under the bed and pulled the woman's hands behind her back and began to bind them. "You're under arrest."

As both would find out, as soon her power was gone, the imposter policewoman was a complete and utter coward, pathetically begging for her life as Laura bound her and John made sure she didn't move an inch.

Laura finished her wrists and bound her booted feet together too. "You've the right to remain silent! John, find me something to shut her up with." she asks as she finished the bindings.

John checked the drawer and found a ballgag. "Will this do?", he asked. "No, please! I didn't mean anything! I just wanted to meet a cute guy in uniform! Please, let me go! Please!", the imposter pleaded and begged.

"Enough chit-chat out of you!" Laura snapped, pushing the red ball into her mouth and fixing the straps at the back. "Come on, let's get her out of here John."

"Right!", John said as the imposter began to break down and pitifully cry in terror at realizing she would likely spend quite a long time in prison.

After calling the police, ten minutes later, a squad car pulled up. "NMMMGPGH! NMMMPGH!", the vile coward screamed for mercy as she was put away.

"Well, that's that", John sighed as the ordeal was over. "She'll crack and reveal the location of her other prisoners for sure".

"Let's hope partner", Laura says as another suad drives them back to the station. It was the first time both had ever been captured, but it wouldn't be the last!

END CHAPTER ONE.

Re: Police in Peril

Postby gagged-cowboy » Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:36 am

Very good story. I love couples in distress. I am looking forward to more stories.

Re: Police in Peril

Postby Reidy » Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:39 am

Like it. Always enjoy stories where crime fighters are captured, be it superhero or police.

Re: Police in Peril

Postby ManRandomThe » Fri Jan 04, 2013 4:06 pm

gagged-cowboy wrote:Very good story. I love couples in distress. I am looking forward to more stories.


Reidy wrote:Like it. Always enjoy stories where crime fighters are captured, be it superhero or police.


Thank you both so much! I'm happy someone likes it.

Chapter 2: Grabbed at the Gas Station.

Postby ManRandomThe » Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:09 pm

*Star City, California. Larry's Cabana, Wednesday, 7:47, A.M.*

It was over a week since Officers John Korica and Laura White had been kidnapped and escaped from a impersonator who had had an eye for John. After she was arrested, the woman, named Vivian Johnson, cracked almost immiedatedly, and revealed everything she had done. Her other two captives, Officers Paul Harries and Jules Campbell were found and rescued, she was arrested and things went back to normal.

Seated at the counter of a diner are partners John Korica and Laura White. Laura has her hands cupped around a mug of coffee, her radio resting on the counter, a smile on her face.
"Good to finally get a break, it's actually boring doing nothing all day." she says with relief.

"After that incident, I'm happy to have a little peace", John said with a smile.

Laura smiled back, sipping her coffee. She was trying to work in how she felt about the situation... the good and the bad. Mostly the bad. Though after years of being uncertain if she had a school-girl crush on her partner, she was certain now she did, almost certain at least. "Same, the past few days have been easy. Can't complain with that." she chuckles.

"Yeah, thankfully Harris and Campbell are making a full recovery", John said. "But, I'm kinda glad now just to be dealing with speeders and litters", he joked. Of course, while he didn't know if Laura ever knew, but he also had a big crush on her, especially after that incident.

Yeah, we should probably see if-" Before Laura could finish, their radio blasted out. 'There's a 401 taking place at a gas station if anyone could drive down there' the radio dispatch gave out the location roughly too. Laura picked up her radio, knowing they were close. "Yeah, we're on that." she sighs. "Guess our break is up."

"Oh well, it can't be helped, Laura. Let's go", John said as they paid for their coffee and got on their motorcycles.

They drove to the gas station which as Laura expected, didn't take too long. They parked on the other side of the road. She used binoculars to peek in through the glass windows and see what was going on inside. "No civilians, I guess they were cleared out first... strange, there's only one person in there, but she does not appear to be armed or doing anything, reallt." Laura confirms. "Shouldn't be too hard, stay alert though John."

"All right, what does she look like, and are you sure on there not being anyone else in there?", John asked. He wanted to make sure she wasn't a robber before they did anything drastic.

"Long black hair... leather jacket, jeans... she looks pretty normal." Laura replies. "I can't see anyone else. Should we go in and have a look?"

"All right, I think we can manage this no problem. Let's go say hello", John said as the two made their way to the entrance, guns drawn.

Laura gently pushes the door open, pointing her gun at the lady. "Miss, are you okay?", she asked the girl. "Oh, please, you must help me!" She begged but it sounded fake. "What's going on here?" she asks.

The woman grins. "A robbery and now a kidnapping." Two other women stand out, one appearing from the counter holding a shotgun, the other behind a shelf with a pistol.

The two gunmen surround Laura and John, demanding their surrender. "Crap, this isn't good!", John thinks to himself. He couldn't believe they were so easily caught!

"Lower the weapons!" The woman calls out. She only looked about 22, one of the other girls about 18 and the last about 22 also. Whatever ages, they were much younger then the two officers.

Laura looks to John and then slowly places her weapons on the ground, raising her arms. "Where are the civilians?", Laura asks.

"They made a runner. We let them leave." The woman explains.

"Then, if no one is left, why did you remain when the cash register is right there?", John asked, after also putting his pistol down and putting his hands in the air.

"That must be it..." Laura sighed, watching the youngest girl chewing on a candybar. They weren't in it just for the money, it was the goods too.

"Good! Now follow us into the back room and no funny business!" The leader says.

Guns to their back, they were walked into the back room. It was a small office like area with a desk, a stand-up metal cabinet and other such things. Laura could see a coil of rope, some white cloths and duct tape on the desk.

"We're just here for a little bit of candy and alcohol, can't have you getting in our way." the woman explains, hands behind your backs, now!"

The two gunwomen force the motorcycle cops to put their hands behind their backs. The leader takes the rope start binding both John and Laura's wrists behind their backs. John wanted to tell the girls they were making a huge mistake, but he doubted they would listen, and probably make things worse. So, for the moment, he would keep his cool and wait for a chance to turn it around. Though he wasn't sure how that would work.

After their hands were bound behind their backs, the two girls began tying their upper and lowers bodies, pinning their arms to their sides. "So, are you two in love or something?" one of the women asks them.

"Why would you ask such an out-of-the-blue question like that?", John asked as the shotgun thugette continued to bind him most securely.

"Because you've got a massive hard on while we're tying up your partner, dork", the girls all giggled except Laura who blushes rather greatly. There thighs and ankles were bound next.

"What?!", John looks down and does indeed see the front of his jodhpurs are tenting quite a bit. Needless to say, he was very embarassed right now.

"Hey! Don't talk to him that way! We're officers of the law!" Laura snapped.

"Oooo, we're officers of the law." The little thugette mimicked.

The two cloths were rolled up into bands and the youngest girl passed it through John's teeth, tying it around his head and cleave gagging him.

"So, we're gonna leave you love birds here and continue are job once this is done 'kay?" The leader says.

"This isn't a game!" Laura snaps at them. "Oh, shut her up too!", the little one asks.

"MMMPH!", Jon protests this, but soon Laura is cleave-gagged too.

"Do you think we'd be able to fit 'em in there?" The youngest thugette asks, pointing at the stand-up cabinet.

"Nah, doubt it, it's a tight fit..." the other says.

The leader has a eureka moment. "Hey! I have an idea!" she says. "Push 'em together."

The two officers are pushed up against each other frontwards and then duct tape was passed around their bodies and legs numerous times, keeping them stuck together.

"There, now we just squeeze them in...", the leader says as with a bit of effort, the two officers were cramped into the very enclosed cabinet.

"Getmph usmph otmph ofmph hrmph!", Laura barked at the kids.

"Shut it lady, we'll leave you two love birds alone", she smiled as started to press a long strip of duct tape over John and Laura's cleave-gagged mouths before slamming the cabinet door shut.

It was dark inside, only a bit of light trickling onto their faces from the vent design on the door.

"Ommmpgh gommpgh, nmmmpgh agmmmap", John bemoaned as they found themselves stuck bound so closely together, their faces practically inches away from eachother once more. How could they get out of this one?

Laura wasn't as angered as the last time. She was calm that nothing bad had truly happened to them. Granted it wasn't idea, what would be ideal is that they'd get through a day of work, at the end John would kiss her cheek... no lips, invite her out on a date where they'd have expensive wine under candlelight.

This wasn't bad as it could have been, though. She barely put up a struggle, not making a sound as she breathed heavily, her body pressed up against John's, incredibly tight fit. There practically was no room to struggle.

Seeing Laura not struggle, John felt calmed enough not to as well. He hated to think those deliquents would get away, but the vidoe camera would help. Still, how could he make this up to her? Maybe a date at some nice Italian resturant, candelights, a nice bottle of wine...

He then snapped back to reality. That would be then, but they had to wait until someone would find them.

"Aremph ymph okmph?" Laura eventually spoke, shuffling her position a little, which made them rub up against each other.

"Yuamgh, Imm gummpg", John replied. "Anmpgh ymogh?", he asked.

"Mmphmph..." Laura nodded back, not daring to adress the awkward situation they found themselves in. The cloth wedged in her mouth felt weird, it limited what she could do.

John was also glad that the way the postions they were tied in was slightly crooked, meaning that while he was still excited, at least he wasn't jamming Laura in the leg anymore with it like last time, which was a small mercy.

Laura tried to move her head to the side, her cheek gently brushing against his face as she did. She wanted to see if she could see anything outside the small grates on the door of the cabinet but nothing of interest was out there, just an empty office.

"Mmmph!" she grunted, trying to jam their bodies up against the door in hopes to burst it open.

"Ahhm-hmmpg!", as John realized what Laura was trying to do and began to help her by doing the same thing, although when starting it, their lips met for a brief moment.

As their two gagged lips pressed towards each other, Laura left them there, her eyes widened. She blushed under the influence of this before pulling her head away. "Mmph..." she groaned, trying to forget it happened, if she had said sorry, that'd mean it probably did. She tried to focus her attention on the task, hitting her shoulder off of the door.

John also blushed, as he was sure he didn't mean to actually do it, but it did feel rather nice, despite the circumstances. So, he continued to help Laura again, hoping the noise didn't alert the criminals before they could break out.

"Mmph!..." Laura grunted with every effort as she and her parnter awkwardly banged up against the door. She could feel his breath, hear his muffled grunts. Again, why was he so darn handsome under such tight circumstances?

*bang*, *bang*, *bang*, the two continued to do so against the door, until finally, with one big, final one, the door broke free and both accidentally tumbled out and to the ground.

John also could have sworn he was hearing police sirens at the moment, but maybe he was just imignating that. "Yoomgh okma, Laumgh?", he asked.

"Yeahmph, yoummph?" Laura asks as the two partners were huddled up on the floor.

John nodded his head to show that he was okay. Now, they had to have the task of somehow freeing themselves, and capturing the three bad girls before they were discovered and before they could escape. "Hemmmpgh we gmmmpgh agammmip", he grunted to himself.

Laura felt his pain. She just wanted to be free and get out of this. Outside were two officers who had just arrived on seen.
"Looks like three women inside", a younger red-haired motorcyle cop confirms, getting off of her bike.

"Do yompgh sempgh anmpgh shmmpgh?", John asked Laura as both struggled and wriggled against eachother, despertly trying to free themselves from their bonds,

"Yeah, these bikes check out to White and Korica. Might be a hostage situation", her black-haired male partner said.

"So, what do we do?" She asks, cupping her hands around her gun. "We need to find some way of calming the situation, getting inside and finding Korica and White."

"Nmmph..." Laura eventually confirmed after looking around. She still couldn't get used to the feeling of brushing John's face with hers every time she moved her head. "Dmph youmph?"

Thankfully, the three criminals, arrogant from their victory, were pigging out on the food inside and weren't noticing their prisoners were escaping nor two new cops were slowly coming for them.

"Nmmmpgh-nnnmpgh", John said, after he realized shaking his head after saying that caused both to brush up against eachother again, which he was sorry for. It looks like they were going to have to try squriming their way out of the bonds.

Squirming meant brushing off each other constantly but it seemed the only way of escaping. Laura brushed up against John, muffling into her gag with the effort. "Mmph mmph...", she grunted.

The two partners made their way inside. The three girls had left themselves unarmed to satisfy their greed. "Okay freeze and nobody gets hurt!" The woman called out, pointing her gun at the three offenders.

"Hmmpgh...ngmppgh", John groans into his gag as both continue their awkward struggle with eachother. So far, the only thing resulting from this was John having to deal with a familliar problem last time he was tied, and hoping poor Laura didn't have to feel that jamming her thigh again as he shifted a little in the tape holding both together.

"Wait, what?!?", the lead girl says as the gas station is stormed. Their guns too far away to try and grab, all three are forced to surrender and put their hands up in the air.

Slowly but surely the cops handcuffed the three girls.
"Where are the other officers?" she asks the leader.

"I-In the back..." she replied, her confidence shattered.

Well, poor Laura did in fact, feel it. It was a weird feeling having such a problem jamming right into her thigh but what else could they do? It was neither person's fault. She struggled up against him, unfortunatly rubbing against it while she did so.

As the girls are led out and detained, the two other officers head in and see John and Laura still bound and gagged to eachother on the floor. "There they are. We'll have you guys out in a second", the male officer tells both.

"Thannnmk Gommmpgh", John groans in relief. He didn't know how much more of that struggling-induced rubbing he could take.

Using a box cutter, the two were untaped from each other. The female officer knelt down and cut away the rope binding John's arms and chest then moved onto his legs. "Are you two okay?", she asked.

"Ymmph..." Laura confirmed, nodding her head.

John also nodded his head while the male one freed Laura. He hoped neither of them noticed his "problem", as he was about free from the bindings.

Truth was, the female officer had noticed, making a loud 'ahem' she tried to ignore it and perhaps save John any embarassment. Once the two were freed, they were helped to their feet.

"Thanks again Paul and Jules, glad you two had our backs." Laura says so them, as she rubs her rope burned wrists.

"Nah, you guys saved us last week from that witch, remember? We are just happy to pay you guys back. Go on, we'll deal with these three", Officer Paul Harris responded.

"Thank guys, we appreicate that", John said earnestly, though he did notice that Jules was slightly blushing and after he realized why and quickly excused himself.

She simply nodded back awkwardly as Laura and John left. Outside, Laura sat on her back, slumping over the handle bars.
"It's never easy, is it?" she says, shaking her head.

"No, that was pretty embarissing of us admittedly, but at least they got caught, and we're both safe, right?", John asked Laura.

"Yeah, that's the most important thing." Laura perked up, smiling sweetly now. "And thanks for making it easier... you know?".

Yeah, it's better to have someone with you when you are scared, then alone, right?", John asked. "Still, I'd like to make this up to you. May I buy you dinner? I know this nice Italian resturant in town, their gimmick is they have them lit by candles, you see".

Laura's smile faded and instead was molded into a state of hesitant uncertainty. So many things were flurrying into her mind. Was it a date? If it was, would it destroy their partnership or blossom into something bigger? Does she ask?

"Eh...um..." she stalled. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Dinner sounds nice", she answered.

"OK, then it's a mutual agreement between two good partners, right?", John asked, also very uncertain of his feelings right now. Even he didn't know if was just makng a friendly offer or something romantic, so fluttered when he saw her like this.

"...Yeah..." Laura asks, she could feel the idea of it being a date slipping away and if that were the case, it'd mean he probably wasn't interested in her. "So, it's a date then... kinda..." it was testing water, a daring test.

"I...I guess it kinda is", John said with a very dorkish, but sweet smile. "Shall I pick you up at 7?", he asked.

"Okay, 7 it is." Laura smiled, putting her helment on a buckling it.
"For now though, we have a job to do."

"Of course", John said, as he became professional again. "Let's go, Laura!", he said as both began to ride off from the gas station.


*Star City, California. Laura's Apartment, Wednesday, 9:00 P.M.*

John drove up back to Laura's house. The dinner was execellent, pasta and wine with a beautiful candle-lit surroundings made both very happy. After it was done, Laura asked John to come to her house, but in uniform. He was a bit curious about this, but agreed.

*Ring*, goes the doorbell as he waits for his partner to show.

Laura finished fixing her leather jacket before heading downstairs and opening the door for John. "Hi..." she smiled, stepping aside to let him in, a huge smile on her face.

"Hello, Laura", John said as he came in with a guest...a bouquet of red roses he picked up before coming over. "These are for you as thanks for having such a lovely dinner with me", he told her.

"O-Oh, John you didn't have to do that." Laura took them in her hand, gently sniffing them. She smiled beneath this. "They're beautiful, thanks." she says as she clears a vase to put them in.

"No, it's quite all right by me", John smiled as she put them in. Indeed, the only question on his mind was why were they in uniform, but he thought it wasn't quite right to ask this yet as she put them in the vase.

"So, come on in, make yourself at home." Laura spoke, closing the front door. "Confused?" she asks, giggling. "Sorry, I'm just more comfortable around you when we're in uniform." she half-lied.

"Ah-ha, yes, I see. Well, that makes sense", John said, as he realized the time they spent together was actually almost always in uniform indeed.

He then looked around. "This is some very lovely decour, Laura", he noted as it was a spring-time green color.

"Thanks, I try." Laura giggles. "No, I really do try very hard actually." she admits, admirring the home as she walked John into the living to sit down. "So, thanks again for taking me out, it was really nice. Took my mind off earlier today."

"It was no problem at all, Laura. I enjoyed it quite a bit, and I'm glad it both helped you about this morning and you had a good time, as well", John said, ever the charmer.

"Mhm, I'm glad too." Laura smiled. "Hey, do you want anything to drink?" she asks, standing up.

"Oh, yes please. I'm pretty open to whatever you have on tap", John said. He wasn't really too picky.

Laura went to the kitchen, which was behind the couch in the living room. She smiled, giggling to herself as she waited roughly five minutes before re-entering. She stood behind the couch, leaned over to John's ear and whispered: "Boo..." she giggles, pulling has hands behind his back and handcuffing them.

"La-Laura, what are you doing?!", John exclaimed in suprise. He had always trusted her so much that he completly let his guard down around her, and such as it was, was captured.

"What does it look like?" Laura giggles, snagging John's handcuffs too. She came to the front of the couch and pulled his legs together, cuffing them aswell.

"W-well, yes, I can see what you are doing, but why?", John asked, unaware his flustered state was making him look quite cute to Laura as he struggled against the cuffs.

Laura blushed watching him struggle. She needed a valid excuse and not that she liked seeing him struggle.

"Because it's payback... always let a lady order her food first", which it wasn't obviously the real reason, she knew that. She put her hand down on his thigh. "Don't worry John, it's not that embarassing to be captured by a lady officer... and your partner." she teased, giggling.

"W-w-w-well, I-I-I m-m-mean it's...", John helplessly stammered, so flustered by all the myarid emotions he had right now and he was blushing as red as an apple right now as Laura came closer. It was true if anyone had to bind himd, he'd prefer Laura, but he felt like he could express his true feelings about her better then this!

Laura giggled at him. "Well uh, I uh, what?" she mimicked him jokingly. "Nevermind, hold that thought, I'll be right back." she says and rushes out of the room. She returns a little later, one hand behind her back. "So, what were you saying?", she asked.

"Um, n-nevermind", John meekly said. The, he noticed Lauara was hiding something nehind her back, and became a little concerned. "Um, Laura? What is that and what are you going to do to me?", he asked.

"I dunno, just have a little fun I think." Laura smiled as she pulled a blue ball gag out from behind her back. She wouldn't normally have one, which was odd. She pushed the ball into John's mouth and latched it around his head.

"Nmmpgh! Hemmlpgh!", John groaned at this. He didn't quite realize yet his pathetic struggling and shuffling when bound was only encouraging Laura more and more. As she looked down upon him, John must of realized he hardly looked much like a proper officer anymore, all bound and gagged, and with a pleading expression on his young, pleasant face.

Laura smiled as tickles under his arm playfully. "Don't worry John, nobody will find out you were captured by a female officer, I promise you... maybe."

"Hmmmpgh! Mmmmpgh! Jmmpgh!", John giggled like a much younger man as Laura tickled him and causing him to bounce around in his handcuffs in the process.

Laura giggled as he laughed eventually pushing him sideways on the couch and getting on top to hold him still while she continued to tickle him. "Someone's got the tickles bad!"

John tried to slip out of Laura's leather-clad grip, but was unable to, and continued to laugh, helplessly and involuntarily, at her treatment. There was nothing he could do to escape. "I wonder if other guys' dates end like this...", he thought to himself.

Eventually Laura stopped. She was practically laying on him, their legs were touching and Laura had her arms folded to rest on her chin. She smiled at him. "Just so you know which of us is the dominant figure in the partnership." she joked.

John rolled his eyes at this. It was easy to do so via an ambush, but yet...this really wasn't the worst feeling he ever had. In fact, once the suprise and fear passed...it was kinda nice, come to think of it.

Laura giggled sweetly, their faces very close together. She poked the ballgag with her index finger. "That ball is for all the times you annoyed me singing to your radio on slow days." she mocked, she could feel her thighs down on his bottom, the curved, tight panted-encased bottom.

"Hemmpgh!", John protested at that. He thought he was a good singer! Though, he felt Laura's thighs poking his rear end a bit. He kind-of hoped she didn't look at him bending over in the past, or this was going to be a long night.

Of course Laura caught every glance she could any time John bent over in the past, it'd be rude of her not to look at his cute little butt, right? "So, how does it feel to be my prisoner?" she asks, grinning.

As he was ball-gagged, he really couldn't answer that very clearly, but he tried to tell her it really wasn't the worst thing ever after the shock wore off.

"Oh, it's not? Well then that's not much fun." Laura sighs, standing up. "Maybe if I do... this!" she giggled as she gave his nice thighs a squeeze with her hands.

"HMMPGH!", John groaned at the suprise groping. He figured his thighs and buttocks were going to be in for a long haul as the tight jodhpurs he wore made them look really good.

Laura couldn't get her leather gloved hands off of them. She moved her hands from his thighs to the sides of his legs and continued to squeeze. She tried to pass it off as casual when she gave his buttocks a good squeeze too.

John was trying as hard as he could not to get turned on by this, but his groans of pleasure and the stiumlation from the massasging and wearing nearly skin-tight pants was making that rather difficult. Being dominated by such a beautiful woman like Laura didn't make things easier, too.

In her next move, Laura gave him a hug, restraining him further with her arms. She slowly moved her hands down to his buttocks and massaged it. "Um, sorry, you've a bit of fluff on your bottom." she lied, she just wanted to touch it, it was so big and round, yet firm.

John wasn't sure just how much more redder in the face he could have gotten then more then right now as Laura brought him close and caressed his well-toned, tight bottom. It was taking all he could not to submit to the pleasure, and it was a losing battle.

Laura, feeling guilty, finally moved off. She unstrapped the ball from inside his mouth. "Sorry, I think you've had enough." she giggled, just in time too because poor John couldn't handle anymore. "I'll free you."

"T-Thank you", John replied, getting his breath back. Any more of that and she was sure Laura would have pulled that cheesy "Is that a gun or", line. Still, it wasn't actually too bad, he just wished she would have been more forthcoming about her desires.

Laura unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside. "Sorry, I just thought'd it'd be a bit of fun." she says to him. "Listen... it's getting late, maybe we should call it a night?"

"I don't know. I mean, maybe I wanted a turn...", John said, as he rubbed his wrists to get feeling back into them.

"Well, maybe you'll get your turn another time, Johnny." Laura grinned.

"Another date maybe?"

"Oh, I suppose so", John said. As much as he wanted to, he knew when the right time was, and plus he had to be a gentleman towards her as it was her house, after all.

Laura and John said their goodbyes and ended what she felt was a successful, perhaps confusing date. She hoped she got the right signals across to him.

As John got on his motorcycle and drove home, he wondered about Laura. Was she just playfully hazing him or did she...did she really like him? "Well, let's see", John thought as he rode off.

END OF CHAPTER TWO.

Re: Police in Peril

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:32 pm

Part II was great as well, maybe even slightly better than the first one. I am looking forward to reading another of their adventures. maybe they could get tied up together with that other police couple :-)

Re: Police in Peril

Postby ManRandomThe » Mon Jan 07, 2013 5:04 am

gagged-cowboy wrote:Part II was great as well, maybe even slightly better than the first one. I am looking forward to reading another of their adventures. maybe they could get tied up together with that other police couple :-)


Thank you so much for the praise. I'm not used to it too much.

And you never know, maybe they'll show up again. :)