Buzz the Fuzz (FF/FFF)

[AlexUSA3]

Buzz the Fuzz
Sunday, July 10, 2016

I’d love to tell you a story of an adventure at Tied After Class because then I get to share a sexy photo set with you, but I wanted to tell a cop adventure to accompany the cop story over in Lavender Bandana Gang 1: The Inmates Are Running the Prison. It seemed the absolute best. It’s time for some dirty, dirty fun indeed! Nabber Cellar provides all of the darkest adventures even when we’re not in the basement. Nothing like kidnapping a cop, right? You know I’m right! Believe me, after 24 arrests and running away from home 83 times, I know all there is to know about cops without actually being one! Hee hee hee!

Thank my secretary. She types these stories for me. Yes, thank you, Jenny. Once you’re off and married, I’ll just induce another to take your place. She cannot talk; she’s tied to her secretarial chair and gagged quite nicely mind you. That padlock ensures her compliance. I’m horrible, but this tale is about others being horrible to me, my friend Hannah, and my housemate, and my best friend, Kendra. We are filming a scene with our dear friends Ashley and Michela.

“How do I look? Sexy, right?” I ask my friends quite eagerly.
“It will be fun to make your eyes pop,” Michela retorts and holds up some toys.
“Pop the cop?” I keep the humor coming.
“C’mon cop; let’s pop!” Kendra jokes, having played too many crime games.
“You Americans are weird,” Ashley shakes her head despite having spent more of her life here.
“I like being in the cop uniform,” Hannah speaks from the heart and doesn’t realize it.

There are three of us in our cop uniforms. In this case, we’re all in the ones with white shirts, as this is what the person who made the custom request wanted. This customer was one who loved the work I and this band of misfits did so much that he was willing to pay to see us torturing each other as often as he did. We were local, so it was no skin off our noses to get together for it.

Michela and Hannah are spoilsports who won’t try a catsuit scene. Kendra, Ashley, and I enjoy a good catsuit bondage, especially when a scene involves spanking. Since this is a custom for one of the best customers, we don’t have much freedom. We own our cop uniforms for these scenes, and a realistic badge and utility belt are provided as well.

“Who's going to be the plant?” I ask my friends, “He said we can be tied in any order.”
“Let Carl decide,” Hannah points to the owner of the studio.
“You pointed to me, so it's you,” he points right back at Hannah.
“Well, sh-t!” the blonde-haired blue-eyed girl turns around, “Am I allowed to escape?”
“It's not a snuff, but I think not regardless. We're getting tortured the whole time.”
“That's fine by me. I just don't want one of us to be ignored for more than 2 minutes at a time.”
“Mmmm ball gags,” I say when I study the script again, “This’ll be a total blast. Let's go!”

Ash does what Ash wants on the set. She wanted to wear a black mini skirt and black hose, so she did! No controlling this French girl! With it, she has black boots, a red turtleneck t-shirt, and a Western paisley red bandana headband. Michela is wearing a blue denim miniskirt, socks, sneakers, a purple t-shirt, and a purple bandana headband. Lovely ladies!

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“I’ve always wanted to f-ck a cop,” Michela calmly says to Ashley.
“Me too, but… How did you get her anyway?” Ashley asks with her cute little French accent.
“There were no cameras, so I knocked her out, removed her body cam, and took her!”
“I want a cop, too!” Ashley whines.
“Look, baby, why don't you call 911 or something then?” Michela dismisses her completely.
“That's an idea.”

Hannah is tightly bound in typical fashion for this studio. Harsh brown rope binds her arms and legs like she's a ham or something. Seriously! It's tight! Ropes tie her arms like a braciole roll with her wrists and ankles crushed together. Her ankles are crossed and tied without more done beyond the rope digging into her heels. A big white ball gag is in her mouth. She is pretending to be unconscious while Michela, her real life girlfriend, makes the final knot.

Hannah begins to stir and sleepily opens her eyes as if she'd been chloroformed. She groggily is looking about the room before she really tries to move. She blinks a few times before she really gets it. Then her eyes pop open with full alertness. She gets it. Yes, baby, you're kidnapped and bound and gagged.

“Heyyyyy,” Michela plants an erotic kiss on her cheek, “Welcome to your new home!”
“Huh?! Noooo!”

Michela and Hannah are already a cute couple in reality. Hannah, the beautiful blonde, standing a few inches shorter than me, has long hair and perfectly blue eyes. Michela, the big Italian, is a couple inches taller than me but a snuggle buddy. Her wavy brown locks swish around her body at shoulder height, and her eyes are a wonderful match.

“There, there,” Michela strongly fondles Hannah’s breasts and starts to unbutton the shirt.
“Guhhhh!” Hannah squirms and already starts drooling. Perfect!
“Officer,” the captor opens the shirt, “You really should have worn a bra.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” the captive keeps stirring.
“I’m in love with you, Officer. Love me back,” Michela has the vamp routine down pat.
“No! No! No!”

Michela unbuckles Hannah's belt before grabbing a big pile of rope to use on her victim. Ropes go up Hannah’s legs to tie them together on either side of her knees. A tight waist and crotch rope is tied to irritate her despite her panties. The pants are pulled back up for a sense of private humiliation, and a big groan comes from the captive while her thighs are bound.

The next part is the top, with Michela pulling the shirt open as far as she can, before she ties one of the tightest harnesses I have ever seen. Hannah’s tits really get pushed out, and I feel a rush of excitement at the thought of Ashley soon doing that to me while they share Kendra. The waist is treated similarly, making Hannah's belly-button piercing really obvious, and the rope also passes between the lips of her crotch. This is getting intense now.

“Gmmmm!” Hannah struggles a bit, but Michela effortlessly rolls her over for a hard spank.
SMACK! and Hannah cries out a little.
“Come on,” Michela picks her cop off the carpet and pushes her against the wall for a kiss.
“MMMMPHH!” the cop glares at her captor.
“You’re soooooo cute! And when I attacked, I disarmed your body cam and tossed aside all your electronic devices so they’ll never find you!”
“NOOOOOOOOO!” the cop tries to resist the sensuality from her real life best friend.
“Now we’ll be together as long as I wish,” the big girl is fondling the captive’s breasts.

Meanwhile, Ashley, outside, walks up to a pay phone and dials 911. She tells them a suspicious character just entered a house, her own house mind you, and appeared to be not dangerous but up to no good. She hangs up the phone and returns to the house with confidence since she wore red fabric gloves to make the call.

This girl really embodies what it means to be a “gangsta” in the sense of our circle of friends; she is an absolute beast and knows how to be absolutely heartless for a scene. I feel a chill watching her go by knowing what I have signed up to let her do to me. Inside, she’s sweet, but she can be as cruel as the script requires and sell it well.

Inside, Michela is going to town on Hannah with natural flair because of their real friendship.

“Officer, I’m in love with you,” Michela kisses Hannah, who struggles against the ropes.
“No no no,” Hannah shakes her head and grows wide-eyed with fright while getting fondled.
“If you stay with me, I promise I will take care of you like no one else could.”
“GUH! NO!” Hannah denies the crazy girl with the purple bandana.
“You don’t get a choice,” Michela increases the intensity of the fondling, but the doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it,” Ashley says, and goes to answer the door as if Michela’s behavior is normal.
“Shhhh!” Michela drags Hannah into the nearby bedroom and tightly hand gags her.
“May I help you?” the door opens.
“We got a call about someone looking in the windows of homes, especially this one,” I answer.
“You should,” she swings the door open to reveal a cocked pistol, “Baby! We have company!”
“MMMMMMMM!” I hear Hannah yelling now.
“Ohhhhhh, you got some more cops here!” Michela is somehow beautifully aloof.
“Tie them up!” our kidnapper answers.

Michela walks over and checks for body cams. A wide grin forms on her face before she takes a rope and begins putting my wrists into a boxtie. Once that is secure, she does worse by tying my partner's arms in a kind of reverse prayer with her wrists crossed and her hands on her shoulders. It's tight, and I can't tell you how much I love it! We each get a ball gag in our mouths. Mine is a big 2.5 inch red ball, and Kendra's is a 1.75 inch green ball. Finally, our utility belts are taken from us, we're seated, our ankles are roped, and we get tight crotch ropes under our pants! Ohhh yeah, this is going to be a fun scene!

“Nooooo!” Kendra shrieks into her ball gag.

Oh, yeah, this is getting really kinky. Hannah was forced to kiss Michela’s lips. Get it? Hee hee heeeee! Yes, I do mean those lips, and it’s a perfect double entendre to insinuate it. Sorry, Jenny, but you agreed to do this even after I warned you! My friends are sooooooo awesome. Let's get back on topic, shall we? Yes, you want to read about the molestation of the cops indeed. Ah, but I said I’d guarantee no snuff as well. I can’t stop my friends from doing things I won’t do.

“Gmmmmmm!” I groan, but Ashley plants a kiss on my cheek.
“Officers, no one will ever find you. Promise me you won't leave us.”
“-ou’re a huckin’ -aniah!” Kendra snarls, “Unhie -e -owwwww!”
“Don’t be scared. I won't hurt you any worse than this,” Ashley grabs a vibrator.
“No, no, noooooo!” my partner stomps the floor with her boots before the buzzer is fixed.
“Oh, you're gonna buzz the fuzz, huhhh?” Michela asks, then squeaks, “So kinky!”

For a payday and an orgasm, I’ll do many things that make some people shudder, but sex is not a part. Like, letting a girl act out a nonconsensual bondage fantasy on me is fine. Alas, Hannah’s pleasure of eating bush cannot happen; that would require STD testing. No go.

Sorry about that. It slipped my mind.

Kendra is interesting in these scenes. She's faster to orgasm than me, and she's quite regular in successive orgasms. As long as that vibrator’s going, she'll orgasmlike clockwork, 217 seconds in between each one today. Yes, almost that exact, as well. We're getting buzzed while Ashley is kissing us with her lips. She is so good at this.

“Mmmmmm!” I moan while she kisses me and grinds her hidden crotch against me.
“Officer, will you be mine forever?” Michela again asks Hannah.
“No!” she again denies her girlfriend any of her affections.
“Fine!” Michela stands up, “You get one last chance before I punish you. You have no choice!”
“Isn't this great?” Ashley smiled and gazes into my eyes.
“Nooooo!” I look at her and shake my head in horror.
“How about you?” Michela climbs on top of Kendra, “Be mine? Hmmmmm?”
“Ummmmm,” Kendra looks at me and Hannah first, “Mmm hmmm.”
“Sweet!” Michela kisses Kendra on the forehead, and Kendra blushes and wiggles her eyebrows.

I knew we had freedom with some elements of the scenes here, but Kendra had never chosen the traitorous route before. She played it perfectly, acting like a natural lesbian and trying to kiss our kidnapper in return. Kendra, you double-crossing backstabber! I’ll get you for this! You’ve just sold me and Hannah either into unwilling slavery or death! Fortunately, there's not enough snuff, at least of the type I produce, in the world. I’ll get you! Hee hee hee!

“Mmmmmm!” I groan in orgasm finally.
“Please, baby,” Ashley whines, “I don't want you to suffer. I just want you to love me back!”
“Hithen ho -e. NO!” I yell, “NOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“You're going to get a real torture for this!” Ashley grabs me by the hair.
“Mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmm!”
“How about you?” Michela returns to Hannah, “You warming up to me yet?”
“Mmmmmmm,” Hannah groans in her own orgasm.
“C’mon, babe. Let's teach these two a lesson.”
“All right,” Ashley kisses Kendra, “You're cute.”
“Huh huh,” Kendra smiles and winks at them, accepting her new life.

This is when it begins, the real deal, the real torture, the crème de la crème, the moment all the sickest readers have beenhing would come. Yes, nipple clamps and exposed butts! Hannah is so lucky that she hasn't a phallus inside her vaginal cavity because it makes this much worse. I’ve tried some strange things in private play with friends.

SMACK! YANK! TWIST!

A spank on the butt. A jerk on the hair. A crank on the nipple clamps.

Welcome to hell. Or heaven. It's subjective. I’m in the heaven camp myself! Jenny's giggling and shaking her head. She's suffered this enough times.

SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!

“Owwwwww! Guh huh!” Hannah cries out well before her real limit.
“Have you changed your mind?” Michela peers into her eyes.
“Mmm hmm!” and Hannah even gives Michela an awkward ball gagged kiss.
“Awwww!” Kendra congratulates the second traitor.
“And yoooouuuu?” Ashley smiles and squeezes my cheek.
“No!” I’m still defiant.
“You b-tch!” Ashley begins it again, but her eagerness has gone too far for me.

SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST!
SMACK! YANK! TWIST! one more, Jenny.
SMACK! YANK! TWIST! Thank you.

“Gaauuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!”
“Do you surrender?” she kisses me again.
“Mmm hmmm!”
“Smart smart girl.”
“I hwit!” I say in my normal voice, “Now!”
“What is wrong?” Ashley seems confused by this and unbuckled my gag, “Did I do something?”
“On camera or not, I will not tolerate being called a b-tch by anyone!” I am swearing now.
“Mary-Ann, I am sorry. I know better, and I got too into the scene. It's all my fault.”
“I think Hannah's had enough anyway,” Michela stretched, “I’m tired as well.”
“Mary, please,” Ashley was clearly distraught by her words, “Forgive me.”
“I forgive you, but I’m stunned that you of all people would say it.”

It's a rare day when I’m the one who calls it quits on a scene.

Hannah and I are of the type that likes to relax and be given a drink before being slowly untied at the end of a scene like this. Kendra likes a quick release so she can splay out on the floor, and, in this case, she takes care of me as well. Friends for life we are, all of us, but it's Kendra to whom I am closest.

It's been another wild ride even if this one was shorter and more awkward for all. Until next time! XOXO

THE END

Next time I’ll be the dominatrix with at least Kendra as a victim… Which one would you like to hear about next? I did them all, but it’s a matter of picking a story to tell.

(A) Nurse in scrubs, punishing bad nurses Kendra and Ashley
(B) Catsuit Bandit, invading bankers Kendra and Kylie’s home and bodies
(C) Crazy neighbor, kidnapping joggers Kendra and Michela
(D) Wicked pirate, torturing rival pirates Kendra and Hannah

[johopp]

D but they are forced to shrub the deck after torture. Because they don't do it properly, they are tied behind and forced to walk the plank (fall into garden pond?)

[hafnermg]

D! Make them walk the plank!!

[Switcher1313]

I like the sound of A.

[LunaDog]

Got to go for 'A' myself too, although there's nothing wrong with the other suggestions. But, well, there's just something about a nurse's uniform.........

[AlexUSA3]

D but they are forced to shrub the deck after torture. Because they don't do it properly, they are tied behind and forced to walk the plank (fall into garden pond?)

You spurred me to a fantastic idea, actually, one probably longer than a one-shot!

Got to go for 'A' myself too, although there's nothing wrong with the other suggestions. But, well, there's just something about a nurse's uniform.........

Same with you. Now, I have the first chapter (or thereabouts) for two multi-chapter tales instead of a one-shot when I already have life 4 regularly-updated stories going at once.