avethibaltus
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Officer Elena (F/F)
Officer Elena wasn't having a good day. Her partner had called in sick and due to it being a very busy night, the shift commander had decided that she would be handling all minor accident calls alone as these were the least dangerous calls and didn't require two officers. Fortunately, even though it was cool and wet, she was prepared, having brought her police issue rain jacket and worn a pair of pantyhose under her police pants for the extra warmth.
After taking care of five minor accidents on this rainy night, Officer Elena had parked her patrol van in a darkened alley adjacent to one of the major streets in the city so she could catch up on some of the accident reports. She could still remember one of the favorite sayings of one of her trainers from the Police school, “An accident is more paperwork than a triple axe murder.”
Things had by this time quieted down and she had almost completed all of her reports when she heard a loud noise apparently coming from somewhere behind her. Sounds being difficult to identify fom inside a vehicle when it is raining, she quickly put on her hat (A good officer always wears her hat when she is outside of the car), grabbed her Muglite and got out of the patrol van to investigate. She walked back towards the rear of the vehicle and looked down the dark alley but couldn't see anything. Quietly she began to work her way down the alley towards where she thought the noise had come from, checking doors and windows to see if any were open or showed some sign of forced entry. When she was about 20 meters from her van she heard the noise again, this time louder and more distinct. She pulled her weapon from the holster and crept toward the area where she thought the sound had come from and was pleased to find an open door which lead into an unlit hallway. She didn't even notice the sign beside the door, which said “Feathers R Us – Deliveries 10.00 – 12.00 only.”
“I should really radio for assistance” she thought to herself, then realized that she had left the radio in the patrol van. Briefly she contemplated going back and getting the radio (the right thing to do) but then decided that she would show everyone and catch these burglars by herself (the wrong thing to do).
Her weapon in one hand, the Muglite in the other, Officer Elena entered the building and crept down the hallway. The hall made a T and when she got to the corner, she saw an open door to the right. She shined her light at the door but couldn't really see anything then realized that if any burglars were in the building, she was giving away her position with the Muglite. She turned off the light and waited for her eyes to adjust to the total darkness before walking through the door into what turned out to be a storage room. From what she could see, there were large open boxes stacked on shelves several meters high on both sides of an aisleway. As she slowly crept forward something caught her eye and she suddenly realized that she was not on the ground floor but that the entryway was about a two meters off the ground and the stairs were to the right – and she was still going straight. Due to the unexpected situation, she lost her balance and fell into a large roll-around-box full of – “...feathers?” she said aloud to herself. With no small amount of effort she managed to to climb out and once on the floor again, turned to see what it was that she had fallen into.
It was in fact a car sized box bull of goose feathers from what she could see, but that wasn't important to her as she also found that she had lost her gun. Even though the Heckle and Cook pistols were expensive, police models, she knew that she could afford to get a new one. The problem was how to explain having lost it to the whole shift. Forgetting why she was there, she tried to reach into the box and find the missing pistol but found that the sides were just a little too high for her. Quickly she located a small box that looked to be about the right height and positioned it so that she could stand on it while leaning over and searching through the feathers. As her attention was so focused on what she was doing, she didn't even see the shadow which passed behind her!
Using search techniques she learned in Police training she was finally able to locate what she thought was her Heckle and Cook pistol but as she reached the extra few centimeters to get it she fell into the feather box again, this time face first. To avoid getting suffocated she quickly turned over on her back so that she was laying in the feathers with her knees hooked over the edge of the box. As she lay there in her police uniform in a most “un-police” position trying to think of a way to get out of this predicament, she thought she saw some movement in the shadows nearby but wasn't sure due to all the feathers in her face. As she tried to push herself up with one hand and move the feathers out of her eyes with the other, she realized that there was definitely someone there.
Before Officer Elena could react she felt someone grab her legs at the ankles and hold them firmly so that in her position she was unable to do anything to escape.
“And what are we doing in the feather factory officer?” a pleasant female voice queried. “Looking for criminals are we?” the voice continued.
Elena couldn't see who was talking or break free from her strong grasp so she did the only thing she could think of.
“You're under arrest for burglary and larceny” she said in her best police command voice.
“And who do we think we is the arrested one now?” asked the voice. “Maybe we should investigate further, hmm, officer?”
Elena felt a tug at her shoe and it took her a little while to realize that her Hi Taks were being removed. Officer Elena always took care to wear comfortable shoes and took especially good care of her feet.
Soon both shoes were off and Elena could feel the cool air on her socked and stockinged feet. She tried again to break free but the attempt was in vain.
“Let me go, you're under arrest and I'm adding the charge of unlawful restraint to the list” she said in a more forceful tone.
“We think we have found some perfect feet but can't see anything with these black socks...let's take them off too.”
Elena felt her socks being removed from her feet and soon the only thing between her soles and the elements were the black reinforced toe stockings that she had put on for some added warmth.
“We find this strange, we do, that the officer wears stockings and socks but now we can see that she has pretty tootsies, yes pretty, tender, cared for feets” the female voice said, carrying on in her strange fashion.
“We wonders if these feets are also sensitive and responsive, hmm officer, with their smooth nylon packaging?”
Elena was getting a little worried as she had no idea what the burglar was up to.
“Give me back my shoes and release me at once you burglar” she commanded. Rather than getting an answer she felt a soft female hand begin stroking her very sensitive and very responsive stockinged feet. Only one person had ever really known how very sensitive her feet were and had always used this knowledge to get her excited, to her great enjoyment. Now a complete and total stranger, a burgler, was caressing her stockinged feet, admiring them as if they were the most precious and valuable thing in the world, and it was everything she could do to keep control.
“Yes we see that officers feets are very nice indeed, so well cared for, yes, so smooth” the burglar continued, stroking the tops of Elena's stocking feet. Using her fingernails she sensually stroked from ankle to toe and back again, from big toe to little toe and back again, made circles around her ankles and followed the lines of the reinforced toe part of the stockings, and Elena felt it all. Elena twitched when the burglar reached particularly sensitive spots and flexed in an effort to escape the hands that were driving her crazy but it was all to no avail. She bit her lip more than once to keep from laughing and was only thankful that the burglar wasn't trying to tickle her, as this would definitely be more than she could handle.
“Please ...stopp....” Elena said, not really believing or hoping that the burglar would stop.
“Stopping is not what we would do with such perfect feets” the burglar responded, “we want all of them.”
Elena could feel the burglar's breath on her feet now.
“Yes such sweet feets, such pretty feets” said the burglar “but we forgetting the best of the feets”.
Elena, in her slowly rising delirium of pleasure, wasn't sure what to make of this last comment but it suddenly became clear when she felt the stroking fingernails on the soles of her feet. She involuntarily jerked her stockinged feet but couldn't escape the stroking fingernails.
“AHHHHEEEEEEIIIIII...staaaaaaaaapppppppp pleeeezzzzzzzz
(To be continued....)
Officer Elena wasn't having a good day. Her partner had called in sick and due to it being a very busy night, the shift commander had decided that she would be handling all minor accident calls alone as these were the least dangerous calls and didn't require two officers. Fortunately, even though it was cool and wet, she was prepared, having brought her police issue rain jacket and worn a pair of pantyhose under her police pants for the extra warmth.
After taking care of five minor accidents on this rainy night, Officer Elena had parked her patrol van in a darkened alley adjacent to one of the major streets in the city so she could catch up on some of the accident reports. She could still remember one of the favorite sayings of one of her trainers from the Police school, “An accident is more paperwork than a triple axe murder.”
Things had by this time quieted down and she had almost completed all of her reports when she heard a loud noise apparently coming from somewhere behind her. Sounds being difficult to identify fom inside a vehicle when it is raining, she quickly put on her hat (A good officer always wears her hat when she is outside of the car), grabbed her Muglite and got out of the patrol van to investigate. She walked back towards the rear of the vehicle and looked down the dark alley but couldn't see anything. Quietly she began to work her way down the alley towards where she thought the noise had come from, checking doors and windows to see if any were open or showed some sign of forced entry. When she was about 20 meters from her van she heard the noise again, this time louder and more distinct. She pulled her weapon from the holster and crept toward the area where she thought the sound had come from and was pleased to find an open door which lead into an unlit hallway. She didn't even notice the sign beside the door, which said “Feathers R Us – Deliveries 10.00 – 12.00 only.”
“I should really radio for assistance” she thought to herself, then realized that she had left the radio in the patrol van. Briefly she contemplated going back and getting the radio (the right thing to do) but then decided that she would show everyone and catch these burglars by herself (the wrong thing to do).
Her weapon in one hand, the Muglite in the other, Officer Elena entered the building and crept down the hallway. The hall made a T and when she got to the corner, she saw an open door to the right. She shined her light at the door but couldn't really see anything then realized that if any burglars were in the building, she was giving away her position with the Muglite. She turned off the light and waited for her eyes to adjust to the total darkness before walking through the door into what turned out to be a storage room. From what she could see, there were large open boxes stacked on shelves several meters high on both sides of an aisleway. As she slowly crept forward something caught her eye and she suddenly realized that she was not on the ground floor but that the entryway was about a two meters off the ground and the stairs were to the right – and she was still going straight. Due to the unexpected situation, she lost her balance and fell into a large roll-around-box full of – “...feathers?” she said aloud to herself. With no small amount of effort she managed to to climb out and once on the floor again, turned to see what it was that she had fallen into.
It was in fact a car sized box bull of goose feathers from what she could see, but that wasn't important to her as she also found that she had lost her gun. Even though the Heckle and Cook pistols were expensive, police models, she knew that she could afford to get a new one. The problem was how to explain having lost it to the whole shift. Forgetting why she was there, she tried to reach into the box and find the missing pistol but found that the sides were just a little too high for her. Quickly she located a small box that looked to be about the right height and positioned it so that she could stand on it while leaning over and searching through the feathers. As her attention was so focused on what she was doing, she didn't even see the shadow which passed behind her!
Using search techniques she learned in Police training she was finally able to locate what she thought was her Heckle and Cook pistol but as she reached the extra few centimeters to get it she fell into the feather box again, this time face first. To avoid getting suffocated she quickly turned over on her back so that she was laying in the feathers with her knees hooked over the edge of the box. As she lay there in her police uniform in a most “un-police” position trying to think of a way to get out of this predicament, she thought she saw some movement in the shadows nearby but wasn't sure due to all the feathers in her face. As she tried to push herself up with one hand and move the feathers out of her eyes with the other, she realized that there was definitely someone there.
Before Officer Elena could react she felt someone grab her legs at the ankles and hold them firmly so that in her position she was unable to do anything to escape.
“And what are we doing in the feather factory officer?” a pleasant female voice queried. “Looking for criminals are we?” the voice continued.
Elena couldn't see who was talking or break free from her strong grasp so she did the only thing she could think of.
“You're under arrest for burglary and larceny” she said in her best police command voice.
“And who do we think we is the arrested one now?” asked the voice. “Maybe we should investigate further, hmm, officer?”
Elena felt a tug at her shoe and it took her a little while to realize that her Hi Taks were being removed. Officer Elena always took care to wear comfortable shoes and took especially good care of her feet.
Soon both shoes were off and Elena could feel the cool air on her socked and stockinged feet. She tried again to break free but the attempt was in vain.
“Let me go, you're under arrest and I'm adding the charge of unlawful restraint to the list” she said in a more forceful tone.
“We think we have found some perfect feet but can't see anything with these black socks...let's take them off too.”
Elena felt her socks being removed from her feet and soon the only thing between her soles and the elements were the black reinforced toe stockings that she had put on for some added warmth.
“We find this strange, we do, that the officer wears stockings and socks but now we can see that she has pretty tootsies, yes pretty, tender, cared for feets” the female voice said, carrying on in her strange fashion.
“We wonders if these feets are also sensitive and responsive, hmm officer, with their smooth nylon packaging?”
Elena was getting a little worried as she had no idea what the burglar was up to.
“Give me back my shoes and release me at once you burglar” she commanded. Rather than getting an answer she felt a soft female hand begin stroking her very sensitive and very responsive stockinged feet. Only one person had ever really known how very sensitive her feet were and had always used this knowledge to get her excited, to her great enjoyment. Now a complete and total stranger, a burgler, was caressing her stockinged feet, admiring them as if they were the most precious and valuable thing in the world, and it was everything she could do to keep control.
“Yes we see that officers feets are very nice indeed, so well cared for, yes, so smooth” the burglar continued, stroking the tops of Elena's stocking feet. Using her fingernails she sensually stroked from ankle to toe and back again, from big toe to little toe and back again, made circles around her ankles and followed the lines of the reinforced toe part of the stockings, and Elena felt it all. Elena twitched when the burglar reached particularly sensitive spots and flexed in an effort to escape the hands that were driving her crazy but it was all to no avail. She bit her lip more than once to keep from laughing and was only thankful that the burglar wasn't trying to tickle her, as this would definitely be more than she could handle.
“Please ...stopp....” Elena said, not really believing or hoping that the burglar would stop.
“Stopping is not what we would do with such perfect feets” the burglar responded, “we want all of them.”
Elena could feel the burglar's breath on her feet now.
“Yes such sweet feets, such pretty feets” said the burglar “but we forgetting the best of the feets”.
Elena, in her slowly rising delirium of pleasure, wasn't sure what to make of this last comment but it suddenly became clear when she felt the stroking fingernails on the soles of her feet. She involuntarily jerked her stockinged feet but couldn't escape the stroking fingernails.
“AHHHHEEEEEEIIIIII...staaaaaaaaapppppppp pleeeezzzzzzzz
(To be continued....)
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