“This is it.” Sylvia said as she pulled her police cruiser up to the curb outside of 91 Rennault Lane.

“Front door’s open.” Her partner Rosa commented as she glanced over the house. “No sign of any vehicles or anything, could be gone, could still be here but I doubt they’d be careless enough to leave the door open while robbing the home.”

“Better safe than sorry.” Sylvia said as she got out of the vehicle and drew her pistol.

Both officers cautiously approached the front door before entering the house. It seemed empty, although as the officers made their way through the house Sylvia began to hear some distressed sounds. Signalling to her partner, they set up at the doorway of the next room in front of them as the sounds got louder, definitely sounded female.

Sylvia peered into the next room and her eyes widened as she spotted two women bound and gagged with duct tape to dining room chairs. One was a blonde in a simple white tshirt, jeans, and knee boots, while the Latina was dressed in a long sleeve top, leggings, and combat boots. Duct tape was wound around their wrists and ankles, with more bands around their thighs and waist pinning them to the chairs. Strips of tape were plastered over their lips, muffling their cries that became more frantic as they spotted the police officers.

Ensuring that the room was clear, Sylvia darted to the blonde first, pulling the tape off of her lips while Rosa covered them. “Thank god you’re here!” The girl coughed and sputtered as her gag was removed. “We were robbed! Some men broke in and tied us up at gunpoint, please help us!”

“Everything’s going to be ok.” Sylvia assured the girl as she pulled a swiss army knife from her belt and began sawing through the tape.

Soon both girls were free, rubbing their arms from where the tape had left marks in their skin as they stood up. The brunette Latina sat down on the couch in the room and began crying softly as the blonde looked on helplessly. “S-sorry.” She apologized between sobs. “It was so scary.”

Sylvia sat down beside the girl on the couch while Rosa was talking to the blonde to learn more about what had happened. “So, can I ask what your name is?”

She should have been more alert in that moment but she had instead shifted to a motherly mode for this poor girl and was completely unprepared for the Latina’s face to emerge from behind one hand in a grin and the other suddenly holding a pistol to her head. A quick glance towards Rosa told her that her fellow police officer had also been caught off guard with her own duty pistol stolen from its holster and held up in her face. “Our names aren’t important officers.” The girl beside Syvia smiled sweetly. “What is important is that you are going to do exactly what we tell you to do.”

Knowing that they were in deep shit, both cops simply nodded their heads and kept their hands raised. “Now first, report back and say it was a false alarm. We know you were dispatched here due to a potential home invasion tipoff, we sent that tip. Now you will tell them it wasn’t real.”

Sylvia trembled as she brought up her radio and fingered it. “PU-3 reporting, false alarm. No disturbance, it looks like the homeowner got forgetful and was doing something inside the house with the front door open.”

Sylvia didn’t get a chance to hear the response as the radio was snatched away from her. “Now officers.” The blonde said with venom in her voice. “Strip.”

Exchanging glances with Rosa, Sylvia gulped. “I said strip, now, you won’t be told a third time.”

Knowing they had no choice, the officers complied. Laying their uniforms down on the couch, they kept stripping until they were left in their sports bras, panties, and socks. “Mmm I know a way to make this a little better, panties and socks off. Stuff them in your mouths piggies!”

“You’ll never get away with this!” Sylvia spat at the blonde.

“You can either strip and put them in your mouths so I don’t need to hear another word, or your friend dies.” The brunette stated, cocking the pistol in her hand and pointing it at Rosa.

Rosa paled and Sylvia could only glare for a moment before her bravado crumbled. “Just, don’t hurt her.” She said as she took off her socks and panties and with a disgusted look, crammed them into her mouth.

It tasted absolutely awful and was a bit of a stretch to cram all three items into her mouth but she eventually succeeded. “Hands behind your back!” The blonde barked.

A roll of duct tape was retrieved from behind the couch and while the blonde kept them covered with the pistol, the brunette grabbed their wrists and wrapped them in many turns of duct tape, locking their wrists together behind them. Then for good measure, more tape was wrapped around their hands, making them completely useless.

With their hands bound, Sylvia could only glance at Rosa as the end of the tape roll was pulled off and stuck it to her cheek, before it was wrapped around and around her head, trapping Rosa’s brown hair beneath it. After maybe a dozen turns, the bottom half of Rosa’s face was completely covered in silver tape and securely gagged her. “Now your turn.” The girl said cheerfully before gagging Syvlia as well.

With the two cops secured and not calling for help anytime soon, the two girls, who the cops now suspected were the real thieves, began dressing in the uniforms. Unfortunately for Sylvia and Rosa, the outfits fit them pretty well. “Now upstairs we go, got a surprise for you two.”

Grunting behind her gag, Sylvia reluctantly started up the stairs and the prisoners were eventually led to a bedroom, which was opened to reveal the surprise. Lying on the bed were who Sylvia assumed actually owned the home. A mother and daughter pair, Japanese maybe she thought, were thoroughly hogtied on the bed and gagged with many wraps of duct tape around their mouths, holding in a stuffing that was probably not unlike the bra and panties filling her own mouth. They had likely been ambushed upon arriving home, the daughter wore a grey sweater, with jeans that cut off just above her Doc Martens boots while the mother wore jeans tucked into knee high brown boots and a long sleeve top. Coils of rope bound them at the wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees, with a short rope connecting their ankles and wrists in strict hogties, while an additional rope was wrapped around their necks and the bed, ensuring the two women were going nowhere.

Alerted by the door opening, both moaned into their gags as two more half naked captives were pushed into the room by their original captors, now dressed in police uniforms. A duffle bag was open on the floor with more coils of rope and rolls of duct tape poking out, which was not a good sign for the two helpless police officers.

The bad premonition Sylvia had soon came to light as the two fake police officers each grabbed rope and after forcing their captives down onto the ground, began to tie them up extensively. Rope was added to Sylvia’s elbows, ankles, above and below her knees, as well as above and below her breasts and her waist. Like the two original captives, she was soon tightly hogtied and a noose was fashioned around her neck and attached to Rosa, who had been similarly bound by the brunette. There was only a few inches of play on the neck rope, meaning Sylvia was forced to stare into the gagged face of Rosa up close. “Thank you for the uniforms, officers.” The blonde laughed. “It was oh too easy to lure you here so we could get some very nicely fitting outfits. And now we will impersonate the security detail at the museum and make our way off with a very pretty set of jewels! Maybe they’ll even blame it on you two when they see the security footage.”

“Don’t go anywhere girls.” The Latina followed up as her fellow thief exited the room. “We might be back after our little theft, and we could always make some more money with you pretty things.”

Moans of horror rose from the four captives as the thieves left the room. Sylvia knew she had to get free somehow and prevent the theft of the jewels, but with her hands useless and strictly tied face to face with Rosa, their chances were looking rather slim.