ARRESTED FOR A SEVERE CRIME

A prison bondage story featuring tight gags, latex, female smoking, over knee boots and opera gloves, and many damsels on an all-female alternate earth of the Seventies.
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Leyla Uenal, a young Turkish lady born and raised in Germany, left the lingerie shop in the center of Dortmund, a large city in the west of the country.
It was a hot summer day, Leyla only wearing a green silken mini dress to her thigh high shiny black PVC overknee boots and opera gloves. As a Turk, she had tan skin, dark eyes and black hair, cut in a bob falling down to her bare shoulders. An expensive golden wrist watch and a golden necklace showed everyone her wealth.
The 27 year old beauty owned an advertising firm, having studied media design as well as economics at the university of Munich. After making her bachelor, she had returned to her home city and founded the firm together with her lover, the blonde German girl Sabine Gruschka, which she had first met during her studies in Munich.
Quite successful with the firm in the last three years, the pair had made quite some money, now having 5 employees and a contract with a large German cosmetics firm. Sabine had recently retired from work, as she was pregnant with their first child.
Leyla had taken an afternoon off from work today to shop in the city, wanting to buy some presents for her lover as well as lingerie for herself. She was in a good mood, just having purchased a very hot bright red latex corsage and corresponding latex opera gloves and stockings for some nights of kinky pleasure with her love.
Outside, in the glistening sun, among hundreds of other shopping women, she opened her black PVC handbag and produced her cigarette pack. Quickly she nestled a Marlboro free and put it between her dark red lips. Searching in her bag for matches, she moaned slightly and sucked inadvertently at the blonde filter of the unlit stick.
Having found the item finally, she quickly lit a match, lit up and took a deep first drag. While sucking in smoke and laying back her head, she killed the match and dropped it.
“Good day, citizen. You just violated the anti- pollution laws.”
The Turkish beauty blew out smoke around the Marlboro still at her lips and looked in surprise at the two German police women having approached her.
“What?” she mumbled perplexed.
“Your match. You dropped it to the ground. We must keep our cities clean. You are charged with pollution, young lady.”
“Is that a joke? Or do you tyrannize me because I am a Turk?”
“This has nothing to do with racism. You are hereby arrested. Put your hands behind your back.”
“You cant be serious,” Leyla mumbled, totally perplexed.
One of the police women took two steps to her, getting behind her, and seized her gloved arms. Before Leyla could react in any way, steel handcuffs were fastened on her wrists, securing her arms on her back.
“Uff! What? This is an outrage, release me immediately!”
The police gal behind her suddenly gripped her black hair and pulled.
More in surprise and outrage than in pain, the Turkish beauty opened her mouth to scream, the cigarette falling down in the process.
The police woman had just waited for this. A huge, bright red ballgag was forced into Leylas gaping mouth.
“UMMMPPH! MMMPPH! UMMFF!”
Leylas black eyes under the green painted eyelids bulged, she groaned heavily into the squeaking gag. Quickly the thing was buckled shut at the back of her neck, the other police gal holding up her hair.
Handcuffed and ballgagged, the beauty was released and tumbled on her high heeled boots. Several passersby had stopped and watched the helpless young woman.
One asked the police:
“Why is she arrested and secured so severely?”
“She is a dangerous terrorist. We can thank the goddess we could surprise her and secure her.”
Several women took a step back at this news.
“UMMPPGGGMMSCH! MMMPPH!” Leyla made in disbelief, shaking her head.
The police officers put a leather leash around her neck and unceremoniously led her away.
Unaccustomed to a leash, Leyla tried to resist, but quickly learned she would only strangle herself by this. So she stumbled along behind one of the police women, the other following them with the Turkish girls handbag and shopping bags.
They left the area and reached the next street, where a big police van was parked.
Leyla was guided in. Inside, she was forced down on a seat in the back, her booted ankles were fastened together with steel cuffs too and several broad black leather straps secured her to the seat, cutting into her shoulders, breasts and belly.
The young lady still couldn’t believe happenings. Struggling mightily and constantly mmmpphing in her huge, tight gag, she starred with wide, bulging eyes at her captors.
After securing her to the seat, the police officers left, leaving the helpless prisoner alone.
The Turkish lady observed them entering the pedestrian shopping area again. Some minutes passed, while Leyla struggled uselessly, until she saw the two police gals approaching another woman.
This one was a tall, big breasted, blue eyed blonde German, the hair combed strictly back from her beautiful, but arrogant face and in a tight long plait falling to her waist. She wore a red leather top and red leather hot pants, and like Leyla, PVC overknee boots and opera gloves, but not in black, but in a bright red. She too had shopping bags, currently standing at her booted feet, and just like Leyla had done, she had mouthed a filter cigarette and was lighting up with a match.
The Turkish girl knew now what would happen. And indeed, the police arrested this arrogant beauty too, handcuffed her, gagged her with a bright red huge ballgag, leashed her, and conducted her over to the van.
Leyla couldn’t believe all that. What was going on here? She knew about the anti-pollution laws, but dropping an item in the street was an offense worth 5 Deutsch-Marks – about 2 $.
Nothing justified her or the blondes arrest because of dropping a match. And even if arrested, the handcuffs and these kinky, cruel, totally unbearable ballgags were a clear violation of a citizens rights.
Aghast, more angry than afraid, she watched as the blonde was brought inside and seated beside her. The blonde beauty didn’t look so arrogant and cool now. Her blue eyes were wide and bulging, she was drooling and making unintelligible sounds in her gag.
Their eyes met, and Leyla saw the same disbelief, surprise, anger and suffering from the gag in the blondes gaze.
After this woman had been fastened with leather straps to her seat too, the police officers again left the van.
To both Leylas and the blondes impotent outrage, the two law enforcement girls lit cigarettes outside, dropping the used matches unceremoniously to the ground.
So it was all a sham. But for what reason had she and the blonde really been arrested and secured like dangerous drug dealers or terrorists? She changed another glance with the blonde beside her, both mmpphhing in their gags.
The Turkish beauty was pretty sure that the blonde German, like herself, was neither a drug dealer nor a terrorist.
When  their captors had finished their smokes, had killed the butts under her boots – naturally polluting the street with them, as a furious Leyla already had expected, they entered the pedestrian area once more.
All houses here had shops on the floor level, but in the upper levels, many offices and doctors practices could be found. A doctors assistant just had left a side entrance of a house, recognizable by the typical white sweater and white trousers of her profession, probably on an errand for her doctor.
She was young and pretty, the brown hair in a ponytail, pale skin, many cute freckles, beautiful full light green painted lips and green eyes, a nice big bosom above her slender waist. The girl stopped outside and had obviously planned to utilize the errand for a smoke on the way. She mouthed a filtered stick, the blonde filter of the cigarette contrasting nicely with the light green of her lips, and lit a match. Avidly taking the first deep drag, letting out smoke around the cigarette still at her lips, she naturally dropped the used match.
The police officers were at her side in an instant. A few minutes later, the pretty brunette girl was led into the van on a leash, her hands moving uselessly at her back in handcuffs, her pretty green lips draped around a huge red ballgag, her green eyes bulging and wide, mmmpphing constantly in her squeaking gag.
She was seated opposite Leyla and fastened with the straps. The now three beauties starred at each other and produced some serious gag talk, while the police women left the van yet again.
Leyla looked about in the van. There was a bag on the ground, half open, she could see dozens of hand- and anklecuffs and several red ballgags. She counted the seats in the van. There were two rows of seats facing each other, each row had 5 places. The Turkish lady groaned in her gag again.
She was now sure these two bitches would continue arresting and “securing” innocent beauties having a smoke until the last seat in the van was filled with a helplessly cuffed and gagged prisoner.
The next victim was another blonde, a business woman obviously, in a black jacket, white blouse, short black skirt, knee high shiny black PVC boots, a dark blue silk scarf around her neck, with dark blue lipstick, her blonde hair falling to her shoulders in thick curls.
She carried a business suitcase which she just had put to the ground. She produced a pack of Pall Mall filters and put a cigarette between her lips. The police gals were already approaching. Leyla exchanged glances with her two fellow victims.
The curled blonde lit up, dropped the match and bent down to take up her suitcase again, the cigarette still dangling from her blue lips, when the police came upon her.
Leyla and the two others watched with a mixture of horror, disbelief and a certain fascination, as this beauty was handcuffed, gagged and leashed too. As she was led into the van, seated beside the brunette doctors assistant and strapped in, the usual greeting ceremony of now four gagged mouths making useless sounds filled the vehicle.
This time, about ten minutes passed. Leyla saw several women smoking in the streets, but no one was lighting up in the vicinity.
Then a teenager stopped and set down her school bag. She was about 18, just of legal age ( AUTHORS NOTE: 18 is the legal age in Germany, my home country. There are NO girls under legal age in bondage or sexual situations in any of my stories.), slender and fair skinned. Her light brown smooth hair was falling openly down to her waist, held out of her pretty slender long face by a silver colored latex band. She had big brown eyes and silver painted lips. The girl was casually clad in a white t-shirt showing the banner of a famous rock band – a fire spitting red dragon – and blue jeans hot pants, silver colored PVC opera gloves and over knee boots showed she was nonetheless up to date in fashion and her parents not poor.
She mouthed a Marlboro and quickly lit up with a match, doing so and taking the first drag as coolly as a woman ten years older and smoking for ten years longer.
Four minutes later, the pretty teenager was strapped into the seat next to the plaited blonde in red, no longer cool, instead struggling uselessly and mewing heavily into her huge, tight gag, throwing her head about, her long brown mane flying like a banner, sending wide eyed glances at the police gals as well as her four fellow victims.
Victim number six was like Leyla a foreigner, a black beauty with ebony skin, her black hair was like that of the brunette teenager with the silver boots and gloves waist long, smooth and worn openly, a silken red flower was fastened in it above her right ear.
Her outfit was completely out of shiny PVC, thigh high, high- heeled over knee boots, opera gloves, a mini skirt and a skintight corsage leaving the upper half of her breasts and her shoulders free, everything in a bright yellow. She was probably a tourist from Britain or the USA, as from her small rucksack a travellers guide book protruded halfway outward  and a camera hang at straps around her neck down to her bosom.
The black lady held a Coca Cola can in one gloved hand and a “Doner”, a Turkish fast food dish popular in Germany because of the many Turkish residents who had brought it here, in the other, alternately biting into the Doner and drinking the soft drink. She had stopped at the shop window of the lingerie shop Leyla had visited and mustered the various nice outfits of silk or latex.
When finished with Coke and Doner, she wiped her full bright red painted lips with a handkerchief, dropped the can and the paper wrap of her dish into a nearby garbage can, and nestled in her rucksack for cigarettes. Everyone knew that the nicotine sticks tasted best after a meal and after sex.
She put a Lucky Strike Filter deeply between her lips, searched and found her matches, and lit up avidly. Naturally, while enjoying the first drag, she dropped the used match, and her fate was sealed.
The tourist was seized, handcuffed, ballgagged and leashed quickly by the police and was soon sitting opposite the teenager and beside the blonde business woman, tightly strapped into her seat, booted ankles cuffed together, struggling to no avail and groaning wide eyed into her strict gag.
Everything got even “better” with the seventh arrested beauty. It was a lady in her twenties in metallic gray PVC overknee boots and opera gloves and a silk mini dress of the same color, her red hair in a bun at the back of her head, some curls falling casually on her pale brow. Her lipstick was a glossy black.  She carried only a large black bag with the symbol of the Dortmund college, so probably a student, perhaps coming back from college or heading for a date with friends or lover.
The redhead too felt the need for a smoke and mouthed a Camel Filter, searching in her bag for matches. Not finding them, she was approached by the police women, and one of them offered her a pack of matches. Leyla couldn’t suppress another groan into her gag on seeing it.
It couldn’t be heard what was being said, but the young lady obviously mumbled a “Thank you”, the cigarette with the blonde filter dancing up and down between her black lips. She lit a match and brought the end of the Camel to the flame, taking a lustful first drag. Blowing out smoke around the cigarette at her lips, she gave the matches back, with her other gloved hand dropping the used one.
Naturally, she was quickly and smoothly seized, handcuffed, gagged, leashed and brought over to the van, getting the seat beside the teenager in silver boots and gloves.
Like all the others before her, she struggled, mewed into her squeaking gag and looked wild eyed about.
The eighth seat was soon occupied by a young Chinese girl working in the kitchen of a Chinese restaurant in the street. Coming out of a side entrance of the house with the restaurant on the second floor for a short cigarette break, she quickly shoved a Marlboro between her lips and lit up immediately.
She was very small, yet with an astonishingly ample bosom. The girl was clad in blue jeans and t-shirt under a dirty cooks pinafore, cheap sneakers at her feet. She had a beautiful doll face with pretty black eyes, her jet black hair was in two cute ponytails above her ears.
Like the others before her when lighting up the smoke and dropping the match, she found herself in the van a few minutes later, cuffed at wrists and ankles, strapped into a seat, groaning perplexed into a huge red ballgag buckled shut tightly at the back of her neck.
She was now sitting beside the black tourist clad in yellow and opposite the redhead in metallic gray.
Meanwhile, Leyla, the first girl arrested, tried to regain her coolness. This looked more and more like an organized mass abduction than arrests of two police bitches having gone mad. Were they police officers at all? Or slave traders in disguise?
Just when she thought that the radio of the van crackled and a voice asked:
“Here headquarters, how is operation anti-pollution proceeding?”
One of the police gals took the speaker and answered:
“Here vehicle 11, everything going very well, 8 packages brought in already.”
“Understand vehicle 11, continue as planned. Maybe a second load of packages is possible in this shift. Over and out.”
Leyla exchanged glances with the other “packages”. So it was the police after all, it seemed. Vehicle Number 11? A second load? What scale had these outrageous arrests? And what was their purpose? What would happen to her and the others? For the first time, Leyla felt not only anger but also fear.
Another lady on shopping tour was destined to become the ninth package and the third blonde of the collection.
She just came out of a perfume shop some houses to the left of the lingerie store, put her bags down and produced a Krone Filter pack, a German brand, from her handbag. She was of medium height and build, had a very pretty angel like face with big blue eyes and dark red painted lips, her blonde hair was cut chin length and smooth and her skin tanned much by the sun. She wore a silken white top, a white latex mini skirt, light green skin tight latex opera gloves and light green PVC overknee boots with high cork platforms.
The blonde lit up her smoke, dropped the match, and the usual quick procedure began, ending with the cuffed and gagged beauty being strapped into the seat beside the petite Chinese girl.
One seat remained to be filled. The quarter of an hour passed, no less than four ladies lit cigarettes near the police officers, but those didn’t went into action. Instead they observed intently someone else.
Near the lingerie store, a young girl, Leyla guessed she was 19 or 20 years old, stood about reading a book, perhaps waiting for someone.
The girl was a “demon lady”, a term for a sub culture of Western civilization which members wore only black, preferably PVC or Latex, painted their faces white and black and listened to dark strange wild music.
This young “demon” here was clad in a skintight black PVC corsage, black PVC hot pants, and likewise shiny black PVC overknee boots and opera gloves.  Her face was painted white, from ear to ear and above her eyes there was a broad strip of black paint, also her lips were black. Even her waist long open hair mane was a glossy black.
Leyla imagined the police bitches wanted such a special girl for their collection. It seemed yet the more probable as the young woman was extremely beautiful, her face one of the most perfect ones the Turkish lady had ever seen.
Finally the abductors decided to act. They moved up to the exotic teenager beauty and a conversation began. The girl was reserved at first, seemed even angry. But suddenly she laughed and gave one of the police gals her book, which had a vampire with bloody fangs on the cover.
Leyla knew what was coming. While the police woman pretended to look into the paperback, the other offered the demon girl from a pack of Marlboros. Seemingly astonished, the beauty nevertheless took one and placed it between her black lips. The officer tossed matches across, and the teenager lit up with adorable grace. She could become a movie star or make cigarette advertising, Leyla professionally assessed despite her situation.
Things now took the usual course. In an instant, the girls hands were cuffed behind her back, she sucking perplexed for a second time on her Marlboro, before the cigarette was taken away from her lips and instead a red ballgag was shoved into her oral orifice, quickly buckled shut cruelly.
Passersby reacted again, like with all the others, only slightly to it. One older woman even applauded.
Leashed, the demon teenager was conducted over to the van.
As the helpless beauty was strapped into the tenth and last seat, her gag screams not graceful at all, Leyla noticed another demon girl having arrived at the lingerie store.
She was talking with another older teenager coming home from school, who gestured wildly at the police van. The second demon girl came quickly in their direction. The police women were busy strapping the wildly struggling 10th “package” into her seat and hadn’t noticed the complication yet.
Leyla exchanged a glance with the black tourist who had seen the other demon girl approaching too.
What would happen? Would the evil officers not simply add this poor teenager to the collection?
It might be mentioned that the passersby seeing all the bound and gagged beauties in the van had at first starred at them, but, it was a police van, so these bitches in there were probably all criminals. After all, this was Germany, and although Nazi times were long gone and the country now a democracy, obeisance of, and trust in, the authorities and the police most of all, was deeply rooted in German collective soul. So, every lady passing by, had shrugged it off and had continued on her way.
Not so, the second demon girl. Package Number 10 was obviously her friend, maybe even her lover.
She rigorously opened the side door of the van, either very brave or a very dumb, Leyla wasn’t sure.
The officers turned about, for once they were the one surprised by developments. But not for long.
“What is going on here? Why have you arrested my friend and the other ladies? And since when are arrested people gagged, with ballgags out of a sex shop to boot? I demand that you immediately release Andrea and the others!”
The girl, about her friends Andreas age, was clad in exactly the same shiny black outfit as she and had the same face make up too. Other than Andrea, she was rather small, her hair red and cut chin length, a single petite plait much longer and falling on her right breast.
“This is a matter of national security, young Fraulein. We have our orders. Do you have a job? Do you always question your superiors before you do as ordered?”
“I don’t understand that. What is the charge against Andrea and the others? I am studying law at the university, and, everything else left aside, gagging an arrested person is definitely against the law. Even the police is not above the law. The Hitler bitch is dead for 30 years!”
“Calm, down pretty young lady, will you? Lets talk, okay? Cigarette?”
One of the police officers offered the Marlboro pack again. The ten gagged girls in the van started to mew heavily in their gags and shook their heads, Leyla just like all the others.
But the girl didn’t get the message. Angry, nervous, agitated, she took a cigarette to calm herself down.  She mouthed the filtered stick.
“Whats your name, pretty Fraulein? So you study law? My daughter wants to study economics, but she is still in high school.”
“Lisa,” the teenager mumbled, moaning slightly in need of a light. She took the offered matches, quickly lit one and inhaled heavily, her cheeks being sucked in. Her black gloved fingers let go of the used match.
“Lisa, you are hereby arrested for violation of the anti-pollution laws.”
“What?” Lisa mumbled perplexed. Her gloved arms were forced back and steel cuffs closed on her wrists.
“Release me at once, you…”
“I am afraid you cant indulge in smoking now, pretty Lisa. There is a gag waiting for you too.”
“No… you cant be serious, you… UMMMPPPH! MMMPPPPP! GGGMMMSCH!”
The gag was buckled shut, its straps cutting deeply into Lisas white painted cheeks like in the cheeks of the ten others.
Her ankles were cuffed together too. One of the strong officers lifted Lisa from the ground and carried her into the van, putting her on her stomach between the two seat rows with the other captives. From the big bag on the floor she took a coil of white rope. With it, she tied Lisas cuffed ankles to her cuffed wrists, bending Lisas booted legs upwards in the process. The teenager, now strictly hogtied, struggled uselessly and groaned into her gag.
Without further ado, the door was closed and the officers went to the two forward seats. Three minutes later the van had left the area, curtains had mechanically fallen down over the windows, the prisoners now invisible from the outside.
Leyla asked herself why the bitches hadn’t done that from the start. Did they want their victims to observe the capture of all coming after them? For what purpose? How strange.
But everything was strange about this arrest. As the van sped through the streets of Dortmund towards an unknown destination, the helpless beauties in the back, still struggling and mmmpphing into the gags, exchanged glances again.
Leyla thought she couldn’t stand the huge, tight gag not a moment longer. Not a helpful thought, not at all…
To be continued…