“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but we’re going to have to take you to prison.”

Lainey stares, wide-eyed, at the two policewoman standing before her. The curvaceous blonde doesn’t really understand what is happening, but she can’t help noticing that the two woman were rather cute, and one looks a bit familiar…

“I’m sorry, officers, but I don’t understand what’s happening. Am I being arrested?” Lainey absentmindedly plays with her hair, twirling a golden lock around a finger. She is rather nervous, as the two policewomen look very serious.

“Yes, ma’am, as I said, we need to take you to prison now. Please place your hands behind your back.” The first officer says, as Lainey realizes why she looks familiar. She looks a lot like Bailey, the director of the play Lainey was in a few weeks ago. Couldn’t be the same person, though; Bailey is a college student, not a police officer. Besides, her badge says ‘Officer Sexy’, not ‘Officer Bailey’. Lainey has to stifle a giggle at how funny the last name ‘Sexy’ was.

Not wanting to cause any more trouble, Lainey follows orders and places her arms behind her back. The other officer, whose badge says ‘Officer Hotty’, quickly pulls the wrists together and wraps the cold steel of very real handcuffs around each of Lainey’s dainty wrist.

Surprisingly, Officer Hotty then follows up by pulling Lainey’s elbows together and cuffing those as well. It takes the ditzy blonde a minute to notice that neither set of handcuffs seems to have a chain; the circlets of steel are instead directly connected. The lack of slack this causes means that Lainey has to arch her back a little to adjust for how close together her elbows are left.

“Sorry, Officers, but could you tell me what I did?” Lainey tries to question, only to get cut off when Officer Sexy places a hand over her mouth.

“You have a right to remain silent, Ma’am.” Officer Sexy’s hand is removed, only for a large purple ballgag to be held up instead. Before Lainey realizes if she can protest or not, the rubber sphere is squeezed between her teeth. It’s big enough to force the blonde’s jaw open to a rather uncomfortable angle.

“Justice is blind, Ma’am.” A blindfold is suddenly pulled across Lainey’s eyes, shrouding her in darkness. Lainey tries to ask a question, but it just comes out as garbled noise. The blonde blushes, as she feels a bit of drool trail down to her chin.

Distracted by the gag and blindfold, Lainey doesn’t even notice as Officer Hotty pulls her ankles together and connects them with another of the chainless cuffs. Firm grips on Lainey’s forearms suddenly start pulling her forward, and the blonde finds herself forced to blindly hop forward to avoid being dragged off her feet.

The two officers set a fast pace and Lainey finds herself having trouble keeping up, hop after hop. It doesn’t help that she can’t see a thing, or that she’s wearing rather tall heels that make her feet sting with each landing. It’s probably a good thing that Lainey can’t see herself, because she’d be absolutely mortified if she realized how lewd her jumping looks, considering how tight her t-shirt and skirt hug her rather impressive bust and ass.

The two officers don’t say anything for the rather lengthy escort as they lead Lainey away from the middle of campus. Even if Lainey wanted to resist her arrest at this point, the cuffs and blindfold leave her completely helpless and at the mercy of the two cops.

Eventually, the trio stops their journey. By now, Lainey is panting into her large ballgag and can feel sweat dripping down her skin. Even toned from volleyball practices, Lainey’s legs are starting to ache from having to repeatedly make small little hops in these heels.

“We need to process your belongings, Ma’am.” Lainey suddenly feels hands pulling at her clothes. Blindfolded, it takes her several moments to realize that they are being cut off her body.

“Mmmph?” She tries to question her stripping, which she is pretty sure is not standard, but she’s simply ignored. It doesn’t take the two officers long to cut every stitch of clothing off of the busty blonde, exposing her perfect body to the afternoon air.

Lainey has finally started to gather that something is wrong here, but her attempts to resist are completely futile. The three sets of cuffs leave her completely helpless, and she can’t even see her captors.

Suddenly, Lainey feels herself pushed forward. She nearly falls, hopping at the last second. Her back hits against a metal pole. Before she can move away from it, the two officers’ hands are on Lainey, holding her in place as what feels like duct tape is wrapped around her body. Above her tits, below them, and then down at her thighs and shins. The fourth sections of tape keep her pinned against the cold pole very securely.

Lainey’s eyes suddenly can see again, as the blindfold is pulled off her face. Standing before her, in what looks like a backyard, are Officer Sexy and Officer Hotty. The two women smirk at the taped and cuffed blonde, who’s face is the picture of confusion.

Looking up, Lainey sees that the metal pole she’s bound to is actually the bottom of a basketball hoop. Officer Sexy gestures to a little sign planted in the ground to Lainey’ left. On it is written a few simple words.

Prison Slut.

The two officers give her rather cruel smiles, as they start to depart. As her eyes flicker around, Lainey realizes she recognizes this yard. It’s the backyard of the Sigma Delta frat house.

Aren’t the Delts having a Cops & Robbers party tonight?