WPC Andrea Banks was nervous, only becoming an police officer because of her family had been officers in Londons metropolitan police for generations, Initially reluctant, she joined the mounted department part due her being a rider and was in the stables events team but also because she believed it would be safer and today was her first day but was already something of a celebrity thanks to the papers having a double page spread about her being the latest in the family to join the police, the article was already framed at her parents house ‘Police laughing all the way to the banks’ and a huge photo of her in full uniform on her horse smiling broadly, admittedly she did think she looked good in uniform. Her plain brown hair in a tight bun, black helmet with the police logo and checkered strip, her white blouse with checkered cravat. The black stab proof vest covered by a tallow hi-viz jacket with reflective strips and ‘POLICE’ in a blue panel on the back and had her radio on the front, her utility belt, jodhpurs and black leather knee high riding boots completed her uniform

On this day she was partnered with PC John Wallace, who was a seasoned officer who did his best to put her at ease by pointing out not many people get to ride a horse about the centre of London like they are doing, something she did agree with and relaxed a little, they were monitoring a student demonstration about tuition fees, there wasn’t expected to be trouble as previous protests of this type were generally peaceful and harmless, he was right one protestor even spoke to Andrea about horses as she was a rider too, just out of the corner of her eye she seen a Mercedes, parked at the nearby car park with some people standing around it and there was a woman in the car and couldn’t be sure but she swore the woman pointed right at her, and the group of young men and a young woman made their way to the protest, joining it and after a while car eventually drove away, probably a rich kid getting dropped off to the protest with friends to protest about fees, the irony wasn’t lost on her

As the day went on, the ranks of protesters swelled and other banners unrelated to the initial protest appears, anarchy symbols, climate change and more so backup in more mounted and regular police were called in an attempt to keep control, some youths started to confront Banks and Wallace, Andrea went to call for assistance on the radio, her hand just on it and a series.of loud banging noises rang out, spooking the horses, John, who had both hands on the reigns was able to control easy, Andrea unfortunately had been distracted by using the radio that her horse bolted into the crowd, she managed to stop it but she was cut off from PC Wallace and before she could turn around and get back in position she felt hands pull at her leg...

She was dragged off her horse and in a fateful moment she panicked and forgot her defense training, she was being dragged in a direction she couldn’t make out too clearly in the crowd, first her helmet was knocked off and head bent down, an angry female voice in her ear

“do as your told bitch and you won’t be hurt” just then she felt her radio get ripped from her hi-viz jacket ... She screamed for help despite the punches to her gut and threats of worse things to come, her utility belt was taken off and in a sense of irony were used to cuff her hands behind as she was moved further into the crowd

Other officers tried to get to her, but the crowd was thick and refusing to budge, Andrea briefly glimpsed up and seen on horseback PC Lewis, her hopes where lifted as she shouted help again but a length of fabric was looped over and used to gag her ... Then everything went dark as a sheet (in reality a dark duvet cover) and she was on the move again with some cheeky punches from various directions aimed at her she tried to shake off her captors but they had a good grip on her, suddenly she felt something hard strike her headhead and she was knocked clean out

PC Lewis was sure he could hear and see WPC Banks, the hi-viz vest in the crowd but the radio crackled he took his eye off the yellow spot in the crowd, when he looked back up and it was gone, as was her voice, they made some arrests, by the time the place was cleared the horse had been taken back to its stables by PC Wallace who the others had to reassure it wasn’t his fault, all they found was her helmet, radio and utility belt that had its handcuffs missing

“Someone is going to have to let her father know” PC Wallace said with a touch of nerves in his voice

Andrea eventually woke to find herself in a corner of what looked like an old basement, she could see she was in a cell that looked custom built with bars like you’d see in American TV and movies with the big vertical bars and the matching cell door, the cellar itself was furnished with just a mattress, high sided tray with sand in it and what looked like two dog bowls, the rest of the cellar had many fixtures the side walls, chains, shackles, that sort of thing the stairs down were on and lots of bondage devices too as she looked around, she noticed whomever took her had loosened her hair, it was hanging down loose, looking down she still had her hi viz on, but no blouse or cravat, her jodhpurs had a wide oval hole cut out of them that exposed her pussy and ass, the captors had kept her riding boots on her too, she tried to move her hands but was still cuffed with her own cuffs, Andrea then tried to move to the back of her cell, so many questions flooded into her head and all started with ‘why’, after a while she decided to try and get attention by shouting for help, soon enough down the stairs came her main kidnappers, a beautiful slim mature lady of average height with curly dark ginger hair and wearing a nice plain black skirted business suit with a red blouse, dark stockings and high chunky heel knee high boots in black leather, she held Andrea’s warrant card in her hand, the other was a younger woman, stocky built and tall, dark brown hair she wore a dark grey turtleneck sweater dress, black leggings, a leather biker jacket and flat heeled leather knee high boots on black, Andrea remembered seeing them before, the redhead drove that Mercedes and the other was the one who joined the protest, what was going on?

“So, you are Thomas Banks baby girl,” the redhead said looking at the warrant card “let me introduce myself, I’m Jacqui Taylor and this gorgeous lady here is my enforcer and lover Maggie Dean” she said gesturing to the other woman with a playful stroke of the cheek, she stopped to let it sink in, the Taylors were a huge crime family but she was sure Jacqui was married, her dad sent Jacquis husband, crime boss David Taylor to jail and he died in a prison riot, stabbed twenty times ... Reports say Jacqui took over the running of it “ Oh I know what your thinking, the answer is simple you silly little bitch, I’m bisexual and yes he knew about my and my beloved here. But anyway, my origional plan was, to take your older brother, Police sergeant James Banks and ... Well twenty bullets in his body would be appropriate, to send a message” but then I saw you, your graduation picture in the paper, and your smiling face in full uniform, looking so pretty we had to have you”

“please, don’t kill me” Andrea said through tears, this couldn’t be happening, she thought to herself, kidnapped in a revenge crime just to send a message to her dad, she was looking at the two ladies with pleading eyes hoping for some mercy,

Jacqui Laughed “if I wanted you dead you would have died during that protest, no, you see, you were wearing in those pictures ... Those pretty leather riding boots, “she gestured to Andrea’s boots ... Ah so that’s why she kept them on Andrea when most of her uniform was removed, Jacqui continued” I love boots, obsessed you may say, be it a hot day in July or snow in November I wear knee high boots, and love women in them, David knew, he approved and even paid for Maggie and I to go away for dirty weekends and I love it hot rough and kinky so I decided on a fate fat worse than death for you my little bitch, you are going to spend the rest of your life ... As our captive riding boot wearing lesbian sex slave” Andrea screamed, begged her to reconsider but Maggie who had been silent untill then just laughed and suddenly shouted with authority

“silence you pathetic whimpering slut, you know something? call yourself a police officer? you put up no fight, you shouted and screamed like a child, it was so easy” then smiled sadly “the only other option for you is ... Well twenty bullets, oh, scream all you like, Jacqui had this place is soundproofed”. Jacqui unlocked the cage, grabbed a box from a shelf and both ladies walked in. Andrea crawled to the back corner as quick as she could but Maggie pulled her to the mattress and they sat either side of her, Jacqui kissing Andrea forcefully and Maggie going under her hi viz jacket, groping the bare breasts, as she felt two sets of hands grope her Andrea let out an involuntary moan of pleasure through her tearsshe said Maggie kussed Andrea’s neck and squeezed her nipple,

“oh, before we get carried away just a few things” Jacqui said suddenly nodding to Maggie knowingly, first Jacqui stood up and slipped off her jacket, blouse and skirt revealing black lingerie and stockings keeping her boots on (obviously) she then went into her jacket pocket, pulled out a large syringe, “You know what this is, don’t you?” Andrea nodded, she knew heroin when she seen it and was terrified of what the older woman’s intentions were “be a good girl and you’ll get regular doses ... Misbehave...” she didn’t need to finish, it was obvious to Andrea, Jacqui intended to use drug addiction to control her “don’t worry you will always get the best quality stuff and clean needles, I want you to be mine for a long time” and she walked menacingly to Andrea who only got a few screams of ‘no’ before being slapped hard by Maggie, who had stripped down to just her boots too, Andrea was pulled by the collar chain to the ground and on her stomach with Maggie holding her in place, Jacqui playfully showed her the needle up close, the trickle of liquid down the needle

“Please don’t, I beg you, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything ... Anything you say, do anything you want me to do but please, I’m begging you please...” Andreas words trailing off into helpless crying, her eyes red with tears, her expression one of total raw horror,, Jacqui stroked the girls cheek, bushing her softly

“I’m sorry my sweet pretty little one but all good girls need to take their medicine, it makes sure they stay good girls” Jacqui said in a tone she would use if explaining to an infant, Andreas eyes grew wider as she relised this is definitely happening to her her repeated ‘no’ cry starting as almost a whisper but quickly ring out across the room as she struggled with all her heart and strength, Maggie just leans with all her weight on the poor girl and Jacqui prepared the needle plunging into Andreas left buttock, she would have preferred injecting into Andrea’s vein but jabed her buttock with the needle, she won’t get an instant effect but the girl was struggling too much, she made sure the large dose went in ... All of it, she pulled the needle out, wrapped it up and dropped it in a zip lock bag, patting and stroking Andrea’s hair