Chapter 1

WPC James was on patrol in an industrial area of London. It was a cool September morning 01.10 to be precise.

She was at least 5ft 10 and a size 16, her large firm breasts pressed tight against her crisp white blouse (all 38DD of them), her skirt was taut across her ample backside. Don't get me wrong she wasn't fat, just a big girl.

The male colleague she was with answered his radio, He listened.

"I've got to go back to the nick, more fuckin' paperwork, you coming?"

"No it's OK I'll carry on, we'll only have to do it again later"

"Yeah, I suppose, take care." He strode off the way they had come.

WPC James turned and carried on with the foot patrol.

Twenty minutes later she had come to a warehouse with a large 'Artic' parked at the delivery bay, it's rear doors open. WPC James wandered over, there didn't seem to be anyone around. She tried the nearby fire door.

Locked. Suddenly the bush to her side burst open, two blokes barrelled into her, she yelled in shock and fear. Her hand went to her hand Mic, but her wrist was snatched and twisted away. The radio smashed to the floor. Arms wrapped around her middle, she kicked and twisted, Her helmet fell off and then something hit her head.

-All went black.

WPC James awoke with a start, she was in the back of a lorry. Boxes filled most of the back, her head was spinning and smarted at the back. Her hands were handcuffed, they weren't her cuffs. Her legs were tied together above the knee, with thick rope. Her uniform blouse was gaping open her bra torn, her left breast heavily hung free. She had tape over her mouth. She pulled helplessly at the cuffs. she heard and felt the lorry stop. Then it bleeped as it reversed. Doors slammed. She swallowed in fear as she heard voices outside the rear doors.

The doors were flung open light flooded in, in the doorway were four men in ski masks. Their mouths visible as leering grins as the climbed in.

"Porky the sows all woken up" Laughter.

"C'mon then bitch, time to shift that fat arse of yours!"

They grabbed her arms and legs, she fought as they carried her out. Struggling uselessly. WPC James was strong, but they overcame her with numbers. They laughed and teased her feeling her arse and tits through her uniform. They carried her to an empty room, and dropped her on the floor. One of them kicked her in the middle she doubled up in pain.

"Oh dear! (laughter) You better lie there and imagine what we're going to do to you when we get back!" Then they left.

She lay on the floor desperately trying to think of a way out. From the other room she could hear them talking.

"Unload then we can set that bitch up for some real fun".

"When those crates are shifted get that set of old bedsprings in there".

WPC James wriggled trying to be free, all she accomplished was her thick uniform skirt rucked up further showing her strong stocking clad thighs. her white skin contrasting strongly with her black stockings.

After an hour, They returned they had with them the metal base of a single bed. It was stood upright in the middle of the room. They lashed the top of the frame to a girder in the derelict rooms ceiling.

Then they came over to her leering down at her as she struggled to shrink away from them.

"You've got nice big tits for a sow!"

"C'mon now lets have a look at that big fat arse of yours then!"

They grabbed her roughly, she struggled furiously as they dragged her to the upright bed springs. Forcing her to kneel in front of it. She looked about anxiously her eyes full of desperation.

"Hold her, that's it, keep fuckin' still bitch!"

The one in the red mask produced some keys and undid her cuffs. WPC James immediately leapt to action, wrenching and bucking trying desperately to be free.

They held her fast, two on her arms, two on each leg, laughing at her attempts to be free. Her arms were forced up above her head. She snorted with exertion through her nose, as her arms were pulled out to full length and then re - cuffed to the bed frame, so that she was almost suspended by her wrists. They wrenched open the rest of her blouse and yanked the remainder of her bra down off her heavy jugs. They bounced free her teats semi-erect, hands roughly grabbed and squose them, teasing her thick nipples into fullness. She shook her head in protest. her muffled complaints music to they're ears.

Her WPC's hat was jammed back on, her breasts bobbed against the cold bed springs. Two other men untied her thighs and then wrestled them far apart. She strained to pull them away as they tied her ankles to rings set in the floor. They let go once they were tied tautly in place. The strong muscles in her legs stood out beautifully through her stockings, as she tried desperately to pull loose. She watched helplessly as the one in the red mask came in front of her with a pair of wire cutters. She watched fearfully as he seemed to size up her breasts.

He cut the springs away in front of her tits. Just less than enough. Another forced his knee into her back and rammed her tits against the hole. With some teasing and pulling they went through. The springs pressed into her firm flesh hard making her poor mammeries pop out the other side as two large stiff balloons. They roped her waist to the springs holding her in place.

WPC James struggled and squirmed shouting muffled entreaties into the tape as they yanked her uniform skirt up off her ass and pushed it into it's own waistband.

They took time to admire her full firm round ass clad in white cotton briefs. They ran their hands over her quaking cheeks. squeezing and testing them. She shook with tension. The room went quiet as they drew them slowly down off her big alabaster buns.

"Shit! what a fuckin' gorgeous ass"

"Looks fuckin' tight" they all laughed.

She cringed and buried her head in her arm in disgust.

One of them wrenched and tore her briefs off. They handed them round sniffing her warm pussy odour.

Then they made a meal of tying rope tightly around the tops of her thighs and pulling them uncomfortably wide, before tying them to the bed frame on either side. WPC James began to sob as she felt their hands squeeze and spread her stiff buttocks. Rude insistent fingers roughly spread and invaded her dry cunt lips. drawing them open.

The one in the red mask knelt before her and dragged his finger nails over the taut ballooned flesh of her breasts. Her thick teats ached as he plucked and rubbed them, he ran his tongue over and around each in turn.

making her tremble. She couldn't take her eye's from his slick tongue as it teased around each bud. He lifted his head and shouted.

"Hey go get one of those cam corders we nicked film of this'll be worth a mint!"

She shook her head in disbelief and horror. 'They were going to rape her and worse and now they meant to film it too' She bucked and struggled in anguish and humiliation. His mouth locked around her teat suckling hard at her trapped flesh making her belly tighten.

Behind her the others argued over what to do to her first. The guy came back with the camcorder.

"Hey I found this piece of cane, This'll warm the fat sows arse up!"

This was greeted with chuckles and agreement. The one in the red mask stood up and pulled his jeans open releasing his hard cock from his briefs. He wanked it.

"Get round here and video me fuckin' these big babies"

WPC James struggled helplessly trying to pull her poor trapped tits from the springs, she was held fast. She winced and went rigid as suddenly the cane came down across her surprised bum cheeks, she clenched them beautifully jerking with each painful blow. She could only watch as he pressed the slick tip of his swollen cock to her deep cleavage, and pressed it in. He laughed at her disgusted face as he held them tightly together and started to fuck them.