FOR THE UNIFORM, a short story by Sun Tzu. Date added: 2011-11-13. Times viewed: 3184.
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- Intro: The collector adds a new playmate for his collection
FOR THE UNIFORM
It’s been a while since I added to my collection in order that it grow as I intended, I decided that it was time to once again move on and expand it by acquiring the loveliest and most diverse range of women that I can lay my hands on. To that end I now intended to acquire a beautiful Lady Cop.
As a fantasy figure I have always had a thing for policewomen, right back from the days of watching Charlie’s Angels, Angie Dickinson and others.
The thought of a woman in police uniform has always been a major turn on for me. Now, as I had done with my nurse, I was going to bring that fantasy to life.
Officer Marsha Reeves of the Chicago police department was on routine patrol with her partner Frank Watts. A large man with 15 years service with a gut formed of just as many years worth of doughnuts. He and Reeves had been partners since she'd left the academy and together they made a pretty good team.
Marsha was, after six years on the streets, heading for the big time. Having recently taken her examinations, she planned to follow her career as a detective. They sat together out side Al’s coffee shop, a local spot for cops in between call out’s. They began discussing the recent spate of disappearances of young co-eds. The press had been screaming it was a serial killer, the mayor had said “No comment!” and the police department only echoed the mayor. The truth was no one knew what was happening.
I had been watching the two cops for well over a week or so now. Their call sign was “Six-Adam-Twelve” and they tended to patrol the very dilapidated down town area. During that time I had monitored their progress on my police scanner getting an idea of their patrol area and trying to establish a good location for where I could lay my trap for the fair Marsha.
Why had I chosen her you may well ask? Well, of all the women cops in the city she was by far one of my top contenders, coming from a police family where she was brought up to be very tough and self reliant. While growing up with her mother -- after her father was killed in a shoot out when she was only six -- she became a very independent woman and shot through the academy training programme, graduating first in her class.
At 27 she had gained a reputation among her male colleagues as a force to be reckoned with, gaining a number of commendations along the way. She was only 5 foot 9 inches tall, with shoulder length blonde hair and a slim build. She reminded me of a young Lindsey Wagner (the actress who the Bionic Woman on TV in the 70's.) Her attractiveness was further enhanced by; dark green eyes that are really lovely. Adding her to my collection was going to be a real privilege!
The plan was to lure them to a disturbance within their patrol area at an old building site, allowing for a brief time window before any back up began to arrive. I estimated that I could divide them. Take out the fat partner, and then capture her. Well, that was the plan and all I had to do was put it into action.
Making a call to inform the police of a suspicious pair in the building site would bring Marsha and her partner running, as they were the closest patrol car in the area. I estimated local back up would take from between five to eight minutes to arrive, so I would have to move very quickly.
As expected, they pulled up a few minutes after I had made the call. I had heard, on my scanner, Marsha informing dispatch that she was moving to investigate, but to my surprise she had not requested backup. Bad move, I thought to myself.
Very bad move. Now I wasn't going to need to be in so much of a rush.
They got out of their patrol car and split up. Watts took the front and Marsha the back. Things couldn't have been better if I had decided it all for myself.
First things first.
Take out Watts.
He entered the old building gun drawn and holding a small flashlight. Taking it slowly and carefully. He began to search the building for the reported intruders.
I had no intention of killing him, though his size presented a problem to deal with.
I had opted for a tranquilliser pistol using a high dosage dart that would bring down an elephant. Judging by his large bulk it somehow seemed quite appropriate.
I waited until he was well inside the building before moving in. The interior was very dark which gave me a huge advantage. My night-vision goggles provided an almost daylight view as compared to his small flashlight.
Watts was getting irritated. Another time-wasting call out to a derelict building. So what if a couple of winos or junkies were using it? Or maybe some down and outs looking for a place to flop so what!
Lost in thought, he didn't notice me move up close behind him. “P-h-h-h-t-t-t!” The dart hit him clean in the neck, he howled like a wounded animal and turned quickly to bring his pistol to bare in my general direction managing to squeeze off a couple of rounds before sinking to the floor.
The rounds struck surprisingly close, their impacts into the wall showered me with dust. I moved to him quickly to discover that he was still conscious but completely incapacitated. I kicked his pistol away and awaited Marsha.
I didn't need to wait long alerted by the shots; I could hear her calling for back up on her walkie-talkie. She rushed in calling out to her partner but he remained in a heavily drugged stupor.
It took only a few minutes for her to find him. Unable to discern any wound she quickly called for an ambulance. “Dispatch this is ‘S-i-x-Adam-Twelve’ ... I have an officer down and require paramedics to this location immediately." Dispatch acknowledged and informed her that back up had been called was only a few minutes away.
I decided that it was time to move. For Marsha I had decided to use another favourite device of mine: the police type stun gun or tazer.
This model fired a wire that imbedded itself in the target and then incapacitated them with an electric shock. It could render a full grown man unconscious for about 15- 20 minutes.
A perfect weapon for my line of work.
I stepped out of the shadows to show myself to her. "Hello Marsha," I announced. She looked up -- startled seeing I had a weapon of some sort she instinctively reached for her holstered pistol. I smiled at her "Night, Night Marsha," and then coolly shot her in the chest with the stun gun. She let out a yell and crumpled to the floor unconscious and jerking a spasmodically from the electrical current.
I quickly moved to her picked up her pistol and then handcuffed her with her own cuffs. Ensuring that the fat cop was OK, I slung her over my shoulder and proceeded to carry her down some stairs to a cellar and from their through to a tunnel.
Ten minutes later, I exited from an old warehouse a few blocks from the building site, and slung my still unconscious lady cop into the back of the awaiting van.
Keeping her unconscious presented a small problem. Chloroform would be of no use here as it only lasted, at best, 30-40 minutes, so I opted to sedate her until I reached my LAIR.
Securing her, I kept the cuffs on. Such a lovely ironic and appropriate touches. Confident that her legs were tied nice and tight -- I applied, a big red rubber ball gag to keep her quiet.
Once secured it was time to head for the Promised Land and enjoy my new acquisition.
TO BE CONTINUED...
FOR THE UNIFORM
BOOK EM DANNO!
The drive to my lair took much longer than expected. The disappearance of, Officer Marsh Reeves and the discovery of her unconscious partner had sent every cop in the city into frenzy. In a way it felt good to be “Public Enemy Number One” -- even though they had no idea of whom they were after. I had chosen my exit route carefully to avoid being caught in any dragnet that the police might set-up. The searching of all cars, vans and trucks would be enforced in a vain effort to find their missing officer.
Too late for them! I was already out outside their search radius. I drove up into an old farmhouse and parked my van in the barn. Here I would stay for a while in order to change vehicles before heading towards my lair once again.
My captive was still out cold and that suited me just fine. I figured the drug would hold for another three to four hours and it would take over two hours to reach my lair.
I opted for a small pickup truck with a specially designed back. It held a small box with straps with holes bored into it to allow the captive to breathe. The straps would ensure she couldn't move or make any noise.
Transferring the lovely Marsha into the box was straightforward enough and applying the straps ensured she would be nice and secure. I changed clothes from my black sweater and pants into a cheque shirt and jeans -- just another local farm driver in his pick up.
I then headed off again up the highway towards the mountains. Reaching my lair I transferred her into one of my holding rooms, and secured the handcuffs and her ankles. I left her to regain consciousness.
Meanwhile, I made certain that my Digital recorder was on. I taped the stays of all my captives. Each one has her own distinctive style of resisting or co-operating depending on the individual’s constitution. Marsha would be a tough one, trained not to crack under pressure or perilous situations. She would call upon her hostage negotiation training and try and talk me into letting her go. She’d use her name a lot thinking that I would come to see her as a human being not as some object. She would use a neutral tone -- non-threatening or completely passive -- in order to try and build rapport. She would even offer me help for my “problem” -- Thinking I am in some way mentally disturbed! Or abnormal
I found that concept particularly entertaining.
Define Abnormal? Then Define Normal? I was becoming quite the philosopher.
She would try all that psychological mumbo-jumbo thinking I was some rank amateur. And boy would she be dead wrong. I've forgotten far more about hostage situations and it's associated psychology than she'll ever know. Was she in for a great big surprise.
“Too bad Marsha!” I've done that course, read the books, seen the film, ate the stew.
“I AM THE COLLECTOR!” and such knowledge of captive psychology is essential, not only to myself, but also to my business. Still having her try it out on me would be fun since she was, after all, a fellow professional and respect was due.
I showered and changed again into a sweat top and jeans ate a light lunch and checked on my other captives. In all, I had three including Marsha.
One was Karen Weaver a pretty nurse. I had kidnapped about two months ago. She was laying on her bed out cold from the coffee I had laced with Chloral hydrate before going after Marsha.
The other also out cold from the same drug. She was a pretty little co-ed I had acquired for a buyer. Her name was Janice and she had been hitch hiking across the country (Alone!) I had run into her and offered her lift. Later at a diner I had slipped a little chloral hydrate in some orange juice and gave it to her as we drove. She had passed out about five minutes later with out any real resistance.
She would be processed and sent on within the next 48 hours. A pretty auburn-haired girl with a very nice figure and great looking tits. I guess it just wasn't her day running into me.
I returned to check the monitor and saw Marsha was now conscious. I smiled. The game was about to begin: it was time to introduce myself to Officer Marsha Reeves...
FOR THE UNIFORM
Marsha's trip back towards the light was very slow and gradual a real effort to reach. She felt like her entire body was made of lead - the effort that was required was incredible!
“What’s wrong with me?" she thought. Eventually, she reached the light and felt something, but what? In a way, she felt suddenly lighter but her sensations now were that she couldn't move her arms at all - they wouldn't respond!
Panic began to manifest itself and like the professional that she was she closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing.
"Fear is your ‘Number One’ enemy," she had been told at the academy, "don't let it control you. Instead focus it make it a strength & use it to enhance your senses." This she did, memories began to return as her mind began to relax.
She suddenly realised he needed help!! Marsha had found him unconscious but could find no wound. She'd called for back up -- but too late! She should have done that earlier "DAMN!" That had been a very grave error in her judgement of the situation. Then that voice! She had noticed he was armed and she had instinctively gone for her sidearm. And then! Then he had shot her!
Then her eyes widened with the recollection! He had shot her with a standard Police issue electric stun gun, how ironic!
Moving her wrists Marsha realised she was also secured by her own cuffs.
Her mouth ached, she felt a large rubber like ball, it was lodged tight secured by a strap the buckle of which bit into the back of her neck. She couldn't stop salivating it dribbled down the side of her face.
Her ankles ached and she noticed that her legs were tied very tightly -- as if she was any expert on knots professionally done!
She couldn't understand why she had been abducted. She was a cop and cops didn't get abducted -- at least not like this! Whoever he was, he was a pro. That much was obvious. The whole intruder thing had been a set up -- but why? Apart from kidnapping her, but what was the point of that?
Whoever he was, he was in big trouble, you don't mess with cops like this. She figured that by now the entire Chicago PD was tearing up the city in an effort to find her; she drew strength from that thought.
The door opened and a tall man entered. He was, she figured, about six-foot with short brown hair and a medium build, about 130-140 pounds. It was hard to tell since her vision was still a little blurry from all those damn drugs. He wore a grey sweat top and jeans and was casually sipping a coke. He sat on a small chair in the far corner of the room and just watched her. He was smiling, as if he was appreciating a fine piece of art. In reality, he was more than likely gloating over his victory and his helpless captive.
He spoke very slowly, ensuring his voice was of a neutral and none threatening tone. "Welcome to your new home Marsha," he smiled again upon seeing the look in her eyes. "So you’re remaining calm, just as it says in the manual."
Her eyes widened in surprise! Who was he that he knew police training techniques in hostage situations?"
I looked at her. She was indeed very attractive. The hot summer in Chicago had allowed her to wear a short sleeved blouse and skirt. It’s unusual to see women cops dressed like that, but then Chicago did have such strange weather patterns.
I leaned forward towards her so that we were nose-to-nose and told her: "You know Marsha I had intended to play with you a little, and let you practice your hostage training with me. Let you try to build a rapport with me, become my friend and all that other crap they teach you. It may work on the 'Joe Average' cons but on well educated, intelligent individuals like me -- they’re just children’s games. So don't waste my time by trying to play them! Understand?"
She nodded and seemed a little deflated, as she realised she was in far more danger than she had first imagined. This was a very, very dangerous individual who held her hostage and in her professional judgement she was in -- “DEEP SHIT!"
FOR THE UNIFORM
THE STORY SO FAR...
In a bold move, I have abducted Officer Marsha Reeves of the Chicago Police Dept. to become an addition to my growing collection of professional women. Now bound and gagged in one of my holding rooms, I begin to prepare my lovely captive for her new life as one of my specimens.
Marsha watched as I left the holding room. A wave of fear overcame her and she began to shake. “This can't be happening!” she thought. No one kidnaps a cop! That's just plain crazy, but this guy had done just that -- and in a most premeditated and clinical manner. He wasn't bothered in the least by what he had done. In fact, she realised he absolutely revelled in it. This was one very dangerous individual!
I watched her on my monitor as she tried to sit up. The handcuffs and tight leg bonds made movement very difficult for her but she was a feisty one and forced herself to sit up. I had chosen her well! Her very spirit impressed me and the defiance that lay underneath that pretty exterior was just waiting for a chance to fight back.
I left her to struggle and writhe about while I prepared a special welcome for her in the form of my NEW Orgasmatron.
So new that only one other person had experienced it and that was my pretty Australian nurse Karen. She was, even now, recovering from her long ordeal with the machine. Karen had been at the lair now some two months and still exhibited strong bouts of resistance towards me. She had twice attempted escape by getting out of her bedroom and attempting to find the exit to the lair. I, of course, know what each specimen is doing and where they are at all times. And, it was an easy matter to recapture Karen using my trusty electric stun gun.
As a result, I put Karen back in a holding room and secured her in a straight jacket and leather gag leaving her in total darkness for quite some time. The lack of sound, light, the isolation and tight restraint soon had a strong effect upon her.
She began to sob with the realisation of the complete futility of her situation. She now does as she is told -- though I doubt she is completely broken. I intensely dislike complete passivity; a spark of resistance is much more preferable.
I readied a syringe for Marsha. I opted for a muscle relaxant so I could easily strap her to my X-Frame and begin her introduction to her new life.
Marsha was sat up against the wall when I entered the holding room. Her eyes were fixed upon me with expectations. "What is he going to do to me?" she asked herself.
I approached her openly, brandishing the syringe and her demeanour quickly changed.
"I have a surprise for you my lovely," I announced with a smile, "a very special surprise -- one that you'll love, but first, a little something to help you relax."
Marsha tried to move to the side but the tight bonds restricted her from moving quickly. I watched as she shuffled to the left in a futile attempt to get away.
Squirting a little of the drug out of the needle -- I approached her.
"It's no use trying to fight me Marsha," I say, "now be a good Lady Cop and do as you're told."
"M-m-m-m-p-p-h-h-h!" she screamed through her gag shaking her head, "m-m-m-m-p-p-h-h-h!" Her eyes pleading with me & with that her sacred police training was unceremoniously consigned to the garbage can!
I forced her onto her front and lifted up her skirt to reveal a lovely firm arse then jabbing the needle into her right butt cheek M-m-m-m-p-p-h-h-h! She screamed and began to struggle.
"Very good Marsha," I whispered, "make the drug work faster for me! The more you fight the more rapidly it works upon you." Slowly her writhing began to subside and finally she went limp. "M-m-m-m-m!" she moaned through her gag -- in a heavily drugged haze -- relaxed and limp, there was no fight left in her!
I carried her to the preparation room and laid her upon a couch and began by un-cuffing her arms and untying her ankles.
Marsha watched in her drugged haze aware, at all time, of what was happening but unable to do anything about it. I began to unbutton her blouse; letting free her lovely firm and pert breasts. Such lovely large nipples!
"Oh Marsha -- I am going to enjoy fucking you!"
She could see, understand and feel everything that was happening to her, but she couldn't make herself move. Her muscles were not answering her commands -- she was completely helpless!
It is this feeling of helplessness that I make sure all my captives experience, the psychological ramifications are profound, to say the least. I remove all their control and will to resist. They know without a doubt that I CAN do anything to them IF I so wished.
Their lives are in my hands & therefore their continued existence is tenuous to say the least in their eyes. My control over them is SUPREME.
There is of course NO way that I would ever terminate a captive.
I detest such practices. It only serves to raise your profile with the authorities and is Very bad for business, to say the least.
They, of course, do not know this and THAT -- above all other things -- is my edge over them. My unpredictability and they not knowing what I have in store for them only strengthens my control over them.
Fear is a powerful motivator.
My clients are men and women of discerning tastes in slaves but they do not terminate their unruly captives. They simply have them reoriented.
Murder is too easy an option, not to mention messy. It’s only for those sick individuals that enjoy torture, rape and maiming.
I am THE COLLECTOR.
I abduct women for pleasure (and for profit).
Though, to be frank, the money is not that important. I am a very wealthy man).
The rush I get from the hunt -- and particularly the capture -- is all that matters to me.
I do not go out of my way to harm my captives or treat them with disdain. If I have kidnapped a woman it is ONLY because she is of “Very High Quality” and “Very Well” suited for my needs.
If she resists she will be restrained, drugged and disciplined using the devices I have at my disposal. No captive is ever beaten or severely harmed.
I love them all.
I love women! They are my life and my future.
They made me who I am!
A HUNTER OF WOMEN.
A CONNOISSEUR OF BEAUTY.
AN OBTAINER AND A COLLECTOR OF THE MOST WONDERFUL CREATURE EVER TO GRACE GODS EARTH!
Women are there to be hunted. They are the PREY and right here and now I have a beautiful Lady Cop here in my clutches a pretty nurse and a very sexy co-ed all secured in my holding rooms. And outside a world of beautiful targets just waiting to be harvested.
Life is indeed fantastic!
I removed all Marsha’s uniform leaving only her panties and stay up stockings. I kiss and suck her nipples, then carry her over to the X- Frame and strap her to it.
First, at the waist, then the wrists, biceps, ankles and thighs. She is totally secured.
The Orgasmatron is primed. The computer programme is set. I then attach electrodes to her chest and forehead.
The Orgasmatron begins to come to life. Entry is made and she gasps. Penetration is not too deep as the Rubber Dildo begins to slowly stimulate her.
“Programme One” is activated. A gradual ascent to get her well lubricated and her blood pressure to rise. She begins to respond -- groaning behind her gag! The drug is beginning to wear off but it is of no consequence.
By the time she recovers, it will be too late!
Her system will be over burdened with intense sensations created by the stimulations of the Orgasmatron. The programme will monitor her responses and adapt the speed and penetration to keep her at optimum stimulation.
In effect, I can have her, or indeed any captive for that matter kept upon the edge of orgasm pretty much indefinitely.
In addition, I have random electric shocks sent to various parts of her body to heighten her intense responses. She is kept in total hyper sexual fulfilment -- unable to control the raging desires flowing through her like a tidal wave. All her involuntary responses are switched on and maintained at the highest peak.
Such is the fate of my captives!
Such is the fate of Officer Marsha Reeves!
I leave her to be fucked senseless by the Orgasmatron.
A few hours of continuous screwing will wear down even the most resistant captive.
She will be too overwhelmed and exhausted to fight.
Not to mention having experienced multiple orgasms of the type that few women ever experience in their lifetimes and can only dream about or read in those pathetic woman lifestyle magazines.
Marsha felt her whole world explode as the Orgasmatron finally sent her over the precipice. How long she had been teetering on the brink! She didn't know being held back was more than she could bare -- it was the ultimate in torture. The frustration was unbearable. Finally she was free and engulfed in sensations of intense pain and pleasure, the likes of which she had never known. Then her whole world went black.
I carried Marsha back to her holding room. Her whole body was dripping in sweat. She smelled so much like a woman, that womanly smell that men notice after an intense night of lovemaking. Here though, I noticed it was far more pronounced. Clearly my new programme and improved Orgasmatron was worth its weight in gold! My lady cop was beaten. I would have no trouble with her for quite some time.
Later I will indulge in taking Marsha myself, she would by this point be a very compliant lover, I shall enjoy her before sending her on to her new life with Master Landrau.
And so you now know the fate of “Lady Cop” -- another addition to my growing collection.
“Who next?” you may ask.
Well to be honest I haven't yet decided --but be aware that -- whoever she is - she is in for quite a surprise!
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