Terri's Bust

by “c.  c.”


Originally published in Bondage Parade No. 9


Gratefully received from crayle2

Transcribed and converted by guardian46w
Story Codes: FF/f, bondage, n/c, captive, naked, turnabout, gag, handcuffs, exposed, outdoor, X


The Time: 10:30 PM, A Monday Night in Late Spring

The Place: The Women's Gymnasium at State University, deserted this close to closing time.

Or -almost- deserted.  In the shadows, Policewoman Terri waits.  And watches.  She is in full uniform: hat, badge, short-sleeve shirt, gunbelt, etc.

“The Locker Room Bandit has been stealing this place blind for weeks,” Terri thinks to herself, “I just hope this stake-out works!  If only I could capture that elusive thief!  That'd show those male chauvinists at the station.”

Then Martine enters, and Terri gasps in surprise.  And admiration!  Martine has a stunning figure, and the tiny string bikini she is wearing sure shows it off!

“Look at that body,” Terri thinks, “Wonder who she is?  What soft, curvy -- wait a minute!  What's she doing?”

Martine is deftly picking open one of the lockers.  For she is none other than the notorious Locker Room Bandit!  So intent is she on her work that she fails to notice Terri sneaking up behind her.  Until too late!

In the brief struggle that follows, Terri's shirt is torn.  But she manages to get Martine's wrists behind her back and slap the cuffs on.  Knowing she is busted - at least temporarily - Martine submits.

"Guess those cuffs will hold you!" Terri is still panting from the excitement.  "Now I'd better go call the Wagon to take you to the Station.  Hmmm ...  you're supposed to be a very clever escape artist...  Now how can I make sure that you won't get away?  I have it!"

Terri forces Martine to sit on a bench near the lockers.  With a piece of rope, she ties Martine's ankles to the latch of a nearby locker.  Since the bench is very low, this elevates Martine's legs, and with her hands cuffed behind her, she looks quite helpless.  Especially with a folded wash-cloth stuffed firmly into her mouth.  But Terri isn't finished.  With a smile, she unties Martine's string bikini and strips it off.  Then she dangles it tauntingly in front of her nude captive.

"Now even if you get loose, you'll have a hard time getting anywhere!  I wonder how you'd feel, trying your best to run bare-assed clear across campus!"

Terri laughs at the thought as she strolls into the next room to call the Wagon, casually dropping the last of Martine's clothes into a trash can.

"Hello, Officer Terri reporting.  Better send the Wagon to the Girl's Gym; I finally caught the Locker Room Bandit!  What?  You can't send anyone for at least an hour?  Maybe two?  Well, I’m going to scout out the place for evidence, but you can't miss my prisoner.  She'll be the one undressed for swimming!"

As Terri talks, however, two things are happening:

One: In the hallway outside, her words are overheard by Stephanie, who has just' finished swimming, and is appropriately dressed in a one-piece suit.  Stephanie's ears prick up at the mention of the Locker Room Bandit, and she listens with interest.  She is a member of the Lesba Delta Sorority, and many of her "sisters" have had their clothes swiped by this thief.

Two: Back in the locker room, Martine has managed to unlock her cuffs.  With her arms free, she easily bends her limber body forward and loosens the bonds around her ankles.  But she does not try to run.  With a cunning look in her eye, she picks up the rope and handcuffs and sneaks after Terri...

...who has been having her own problems!  Walking towards the shower room, Terri stumbles over a mop and falls to the floor, upsetting a pail of dirty water!

“Yucchh!“ She grimaces, “The stuff’s all over me!  I’ve got to get cleaned up!  Lucky I keep some spare clothes here...“

In less than a minute, Teri is in one of the shower stalls, vigorously scrubbing off.  And completely unaware of Martine, who is now busy with Terri’s clothes!

Terri finishes her shower and towels off, then heads back for her locker, dropping the towel down a laundry chute as she rounds the corner and --

“Hey!” she exclaims, “Where’s my clothes?”

She looks around.  “Here’s my panties...” She quickly skims into the white cotton garment, “But where’s the rest of my things?”

“Right here, Cutie!”

Terri looks up in horror to see Martine standing before her -- in HER uniform!

"So you were going to leave me here naked, eh?" Martine says, "Well two can play at that game, Sweetie!" Martine tosses the handcuffs to Terri, “Now put these on!”

Terri burns with embarrassment, cringing there in her skimpy white panties, “Please," she begs, "Don't leave me this way!  Give me some clothes!  I'll just die of shame if anyone recognizes me like this!"

"Very well, Dear!" Martine sparkles, "But first you must promise to cooperate.  Promise?"

Terri nods submissively.

And Martine does indeed give her new clothes!

First, the handcuffs loop through the crotch of her panties and "snick!" into place around her wrists.  Next, a gag, cut from a fresh roll of white surgical tape.  It seals Terri's mouth completely.  As the topless Terri looks on in puzzlement, Martine muses, "Let’s see...  white panties, white gag ...  Now for the crowning touch!"

And she straps a white latex swimming cap onto Terri's head, covering her hair completely.

"Wasn’t it sweet of me to permit you such modesty?“ Martine teases, “See, you can cover those hooters behind your arms -- like that!  Look at you!  No one would ever take you for a cop in that uniform!" Martine laughs heartily as poor Terri scampers about in embarrassment.  “Of course, you COULD take your panties off and remove that cap and gag...  but that would leave you naked, wouldn’t it?  And with all those cops coming to see you like this, you‘d just hate to be seen...  Hmmm, I wonder how long it will be before anyone recognizes you?"

Martine turns to go.  “Tell me, Sweet,” She chuckles, “Do I look as cute IN uniform as you look OUT of it?”

And she vanishes through the doorway.

Terri’s bound wrists force her into a half-crouch.  But the worst feeling is the embarrassment she suffers, knowing how silly/sexy she looks in her white bondage as Martine calmly escapes in Terri's smart police uniform.

“Gosh, this is awful!” Terri thinks to herself, “Um mfff Can't budge!  I can just hear the whistles when the boys from the Wagon see me this way!  They'd probably think it was real funny just to take me into the station like this, without even untying me!  And what will the guys say when they take off this horrible gag and bathing cap and they recognize me?  Oool I'll never live it down!  Officer Terri, trussed up like a chicken in panties!  Oh, I could just die of shame!  If only someone else would, find me!  Oh, I'd do anything to get out of that embarrassment!  Anything at all!”

As if in answer to Terri's fervent wish, Stephanie appears at the locker room door.  With her is Jennifer, the House Mistress at Lesba Delta.

"Nice going, Steph!"Jennifer says, "You got me here in plenty of time to beat the Police Wagon.  She's undressed for swimming alright!  Let's hurry and get her out of here!"

Flushed with relief, the unsuspecting Terri thankfully cooperates as the two girls use a bent wire to unfasten her wrists, and almost forgets the embarrassment of her bare bust.  “Thank goodness!” Terri thinks.  “As soon as I can move my arms again, I'll take off this gag and...”

But what's this?  Stephanie and Jennifer are re-cuffing Terri’s left wrist to her right arm, above the elbow!  And they’re hobbling Terri's knees, leaving only a foot of rope between them!

“What are they doing?” Terri wonders, “Why don't they take off my gag and free my arms?  Don't they understand?”

Next the sorority girls tie a length of strong dental floss around Terri’s right thumb and secure it to her knee hobble -- forcing her to stand half bent over with one hand down at her crotch and the other across her naked breasts.  She can’t reach her gag to take it off!  Can’t explain that she’s really a Police Officer!  Poor Terri can only look straight ahead of her, at the vengeful faces of Jennifer and Stephanie!

“Oh why have they done this to me?” Terri ponders silently in her bondage, “I feel so helpless like this!  And so naked!  It's so awkward, moving about!  Oh, why don't they free me and give me some clothes?”

"Now, Miss Locker Room Bandit, you're going to pay dearly for your crimes against the girls of Lesba Delta!"

“Oh Good Heavens,” the panty-clad policewoman thinks, “They think I'm the bandit!  They must have overheard what I said about leaving her naked!  Oh, what will they do to me?”

Jennifer answers the unspoken question.

"But instead of turning you over to the Law, we're going to let you work off your punishment with us!  Do you know where the 'Lesba Delta house is on Twelfth Avenue?"

Terri nods in fright.  That place is clear across campus from here!

"Well, Miss Bare-Tits," Jennifer smiles, "You're going to run all the way over there, just as you are now!  If you make it, we'll let you be our slave and keep you in bondage until we think you've been punished enough.  But if anyone catches you, it'll just be too bad!"

Laughing at Terri's fright, the two girls coax her out the door, into the cool night air.  She feels just awful, bound up in this silly way, wearing only panties and bathing cap -- plus the surgical tape and ropes, of course -- and being out-of-doors like this!  Her, a policewoman!

“If that thief is still lurking around out here,” Terri thinks, “she'll probably die laughing if she sees me this way!  Oh what to do?”

Topless Terri balks at being forced to walk around outside.  Jennifer and Stephanie urge her on, but Terri keeps trying to turn and look this way and that, fearful of being discovered.  Her flapping elbows wave laughably with each move.

"I can make her run," Stephanie whispers to Jennifer, "I found a pair of scissors in there!  Watch this!"

Stephanie steps quietly up behind the helpless female cop.  Suddenly, Terri hears a chilling "Snip!  Snip!" as Stephanie cuts away the waistband of her panties, and feels a cool silken swish as they are pulled free of her now-naked hips.  But that's not the worst thing Stephanie does!

"Mister Policeman!" She calls out, "Oh Officer!  You'd better come over here and check this out!  Police!  Over here, Sir!"

There are no police nearby, but Terri doesn't know that.  And she can't turn and look.  All she can do is try to run in her hobbles!

“Oh no!  She thinks,” The Police!  “What if it's that dreadful thief... in my uniform!  Or those chauvinists with the Wagon!  Ooo, the embarassment!  Oh, I can't let them catch me this way!  How did I ever let myself get into this awful predicament?  Could it be I wished for this all along?  Oh dear, no time to think about that!  Eee!  No panties anymore, either!  I've got to run!  Those sorority girls are my only hope!  I must make it to the Lesba Delta House!  I must!

"My my!" laughs Jennifer, "that certainly worked!  Look at her go!"

"I hope she makes it," Stephanie smiles as she casually drops the last of Terri's clothing into a trash bin, "She'll make a such a cute naked servant!"

"Let's run and catch up!"

And the two laughing sorority girls eagerly pursue the white-bottomed, breast-bouncing totally ridiculous figure of the bound policewoman.

Who now has the answer to the question she had teased Martine about.

Terri no longer has to wonder just how she'd feel.

Trying her best to run bare-assed clear across campus!