“You know, I’ve never been able to resist a gal in uniform…” The burly hood taunted with a chuckle. “And you do look good in one.” 

Officer Janet Randal said nothing. Not because she had nothing to say, indeed, she had some choice words in mind for the creep, but the layers of duct tape plastered over her lips, not to mention the several pairs of panties it sealed in, made any sort of intelligible conversation on her end impossible. 

Not that his comments were untrue, far from it. Officer Randal was a tall, fit 28-year old woman with smooth, mocha-colored skin and long, dark curly hair tied back in a bun which stuck out below the back brim of her smart patrol woman's cap. Her large, firm bust swelled the uniform blouse quite nicely, as did her wide, curvy hips for the dark uniform pants. 

“Not that I won’t enjoy peeling you out of it later…” The man left no illusions about his intentions, reaching down to give the police woman's breasts a squeeze. She squealed indignantly and would have punched him in the face, but the fact her arms and legs were wrapped up in tape as well meant she could do little more than squirm as she endured the casual violation. Mixed in with the shame at being lewdly fondled was no small amount of embarrassment at ending up in this situation in the first place. 

Not quite an hour ago, the young police woman had just come off duty. As it was a nice, pleasant evening out, she’d decided to walk home, still in her uniform. She was in a nice, upscale neighborhood several blocks from her own, when she noticed a utility van parked in front of one of the houses, engine running, blocking a fire hydrant. Though she wasn’t on the clock anymore, Janet thought she’d stop by to tell the driver to move it out of the firelane. Since it didn’t seem a big deal at the time, she didn’t bother to radio it in. Save herself the paperwork and this fellow a ticket. 

When she got to the van, however, no one was sitting in the driver’s seat. Janet was just debating whether she ought to wait around for them or just go ahead, leave them a ticket and head on home, when she heard a noise coming from inside. It was muffled, more so then she might have expected from the van body, but the sound was undoubtedly human, seemed female and was in some sort of distress.  

Figuring the person must have been having some sort of medical issue, Officer Janet ran around to the back of the van, where the noises seemed to be coming from. At the van’s rear doors, she could hear the sounds more clearly. Now, it sounded like two people, both female and, though garbled, were undoubtedly calling for help. 

Janet tried the handle and found the doors were unlocked. As she swung one open, her eyes went wide with shock. “Oh my god!” She cried aloud. The back of the van was packed with stuff: piles of designer clothes, stacked computers and electronics, antiques and oil paintings along with bags and bundles of smaller, less identifiable loot. But what drew the policewoman’s immediate attention was, she assumed, the former owners of the rest of the stolen items. 

Two figures lay on the floor of the van. One was a good looking blonde woman of about forty, the other a teenager, also blonde, likely the older woman’s daughter. The ladies were both stripped naked, save for the bands of sticky tape that wrapped their slender bodies: wrists and ankles, arms and torsos and across their eyes and mouths. Beneath the silvery bands, their cheeks bulged with something, which likely explained the muffled cries they were making. 

“Don't worry!” Janet reassured the two. “I’ll get you free in just a moment.” She leaned inside the van and began to pick at the tape gagging the girl. It was obvious to her what had happened. She’d stumbled across a home invasion in progress. This was the burglar’s getaway vehicle, in which they’d stashed the loot from the house, along with their unfortunate hostesses, to be held for ransom…or worse. Luckily, her arrival must have scared off the burglars…

Janet realized the flaw in her thinking, just a second before a hand clamped a rag tightly over her mouth and nose. Meanwhile, another grabbed one of her own and twisted it painfully behind her back. She struggled for all she was worth, but couldn’t break free as a strong chemical scent flooded her nostrils. After a few more minutes of futile struggling, she swooned in the man’s arms, everything going hazy…

Janet didn’t go fully unconscious, but she lost all control of her body. Through the haze of the drugs, she felt as her attacker lifted her into the car, laying her on the floor beside the other two women who were moaning in dismay as they realized their potential rescuer was now a fellow captive. Janet tried to struggle, but she had no strength in any of her limbs. Faintly, she felt the man pull her arms behind her back and begin to tape her wrists together. He did the same with her ankles. 

By that time, Janet started to come to again, giving a low groan that she had meant to be a scream. Seeing her stirring, the man dug into one of the bundles of loot. “Wha-ugh-hey! Let me go this insta-mmpphh!!!” The policewoman’s indignant demand was cut off suddenly as her captor jammed a wad of cloth between her lips. Before Janet could spit it out, he’d grabbed the roll of duct tape and slapped a couple strips of tape over her lips. 

“I hope you’ll appreciate that you’ve got two pairs of silk, lace panties in your mouth, designer labels…” The man teased. “Donated by Mrs. Phillip’s here. Only the best gags for my captives!” He laughed as Janet wretched, struggling not to gag on the other woman’s panties. 

“Quite the bad timing on your part, officer…” The kidnapper continued. “Had you come ten minutes earlier, I’d have still been inside, getting these ladies ready to go. Ten minutes later and we’d have been long gone. Still, I can’t say I’m not pleased with the way things turned out. You know, I’ve never been able to resist a gal in uniform…” 

After he’d spent a minute or two pawing at Janet’s tits, the kidnapper finished taping her up. Her legs were folded up, the tops of her thighs pressed to her chest and tape wrapped around legs, torso and arms, swiftly wrapping her up into a tight, helpless little ball. 

“Now,” He said, pressing the last of the tape over her eyes, blindfolding Janet. “To get the three of you to the hideout. I’m sure Mr. Phillips will want to know his wife and daughter are in good hands and how he can buy them back. Or perhaps not. Wouldn’t be the first time, but if so, I’ve got others lined up who will pay a good price for you two…” The Phillips women wailed and sobbed. 

“As for you, my pretty police girl, I’m afraid it’s the slavers for you. Unless you can convince me in the next few days I should keep you for myself!” He laughed as the now former policewoman grunted angrily into her gag. She struggled for all she was worth, but the tape wrapping her was more than adequate at keeping her helpless as her kidnapper slowly drove the van, and the kidnapped women in the back, far away…