Tina and the policewoman.

The sun blazed down on a dusty patch of land, a stark contrast to the shadow cast by the dilapidated shed. Inside, a figure lay curled up in the corner, trying to shrink into the shadows. Her name was Tina, but she had been known by her inmate number for so long that it felt almost foreign to think of herself that way. She was on the run, her orange jumpsuit a stark reminder of the life she had left behind.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, the heat and fear melding into a suffocating embrace. The shed was stifling, a prison of its own making. Tina's eyes darted to the crack under the door, the only source of light and her link to the outside world. Her heart leaped as she heard footsteps approaching. It was a lone police woman and Tina had an idea she would take the police woman's uniform.

The footsteps grew closer, the crunch of gravel under boots signaling the inevitable. Tina tensed, her muscles coiled like a snake ready to strike. The policewoman paused outside the shed, her hand lingering on the rusted handle. Tina could almost feel the heat of the sun off the metal as she waited, her breath held. The moment the door creaked open, she pounced.

SUMMARY^1: Tina, an escaped convict, is hiding in a hot shed in her orange jumpsuit. She sees a policewoman approaching and decides to take her uniform. The cop nears the shed, and Tina prepares to act.

Her movements were swift and precise, born from a desperation that had honed her instincts to a razor's edge. The cop didn't stand a chance. The hand that had once held a badge now clamped over her mouth, muffling her startled scream. Tina's other hand snaked around the officer's waist, and she dragged her into the shed with surprising strength.

The woman's eyes went wide with shock and fear as Tina shoved her down to the cool, dirt floor. The stark reality of the situation set in as the convict's grip tightened, and she could feel the weight of the world crushing her. The uniform, a symbol of authority and protection, was now a prison of its own. Tina's eyes gleamed with a mix of adrenaline and malice as she barked her first command. "Take it off. Now."

The policewoman's hands trembled as she began to remove her belt, the cold steel of the handcuffs jingling against her utility belt. Each article of clothing felt like a piece of her dignity being stripped away, but she knew better than to resist. She had seen the desperation in Tina's eyes, the raw survival instinct that made her dangerous. The jumpsuit was pulled over her head and discarded in the corner, leaving the cop in nothing but her underwear.

SUMMARY^1: Tina overpowers the policewoman, stripping her of her uniform and leaving her in just her bra and panties. She uses the cop's own handcuffs to restrain her and prepares to use the discarded clothes for her escape.

Tina's eyes took in the sight before her, not with lust but with a cold, calculating hunger. The uniform would be her ticket to freedom, a disguise to blend in with the very people hunting her. She barked another order, and the cop, now fully compliant, slid off the chair and onto her knees. The handcuffs were placed around her wrists with practiced ease, the click of metal on metal echoing in the enclosed space. Tina yanked them tight, a sadistic smile playing on her lips as the cop winced in pain.

With the ankles bound and the gag in place, the cop's muffled protests turned into whimpers of despair. Tina searched the belt and pockets for anything useful, finding a phone, a baton, and a set of keys. She pocketed them with a smirk, knowing they'd come in handy. She then grabbed the discarded jumpsuit and threw it aside, her eyes never leaving the struggling figure on the floor.

Tina took a deep breath, trying to ignore the racing of her heart and the sweat trickling down her back. She knew she had to act fast. The cop's handcuffs and gear lay scattered around her, a testament to the sudden power shift. Quickly, she pulled on the navy blue shirt and pants, feeling the weight of the duty belt around her waist. The boots were a bit snug, but she managed to squeeze into them.

SUMMARY^1: Tina secures the handcuffed and gagged policewoman to a chair, taking her utility belt and keys. She changes into the cop's uniform, feeling a sense of power in the new attire.

Looking down at the bound and gagged officer, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. But it was a fleeting emotion, overshadowed by the burning need for escape. She grabbed the keys and unlocked the handcuffs from the chair, pulling the woman up and pushing her into the chair instead. The cop's eyes pleaded with hers, a silent plea for mercy, but Tina had none to give. She dressed the cop in her orange jumpsuit.

"You're gonna stay put, understand?" Tina whispered, her voice a harsh hiss. The cop nodded, tears streaming down her face. Tina stepped back, surveying her handiwork. The uniform was a size too small, but it was passable. She'd have to be careful not to let anyone get too close, but from a distance, she'd blend in.

Her eyes fell on the policewoman's badge, glinting in the shaft of light that pierced the shed. She plucked it from the discarded shirt and pinned it onto her own chest, feeling a strange sense of power. With a final tug on the ropes, she nodded in satisfaction. The cop was secure, unable to call for help or escape until someone found her.

The woman in blue squirmed in her chair, the orange fabric straining against her curves. The sight was almost comical, but Tina knew better than to underestimate her. She leaned in, her voice a low growl. "You're going to be my little insurance policy. If anything goes wrong, I'll make sure you're the one who takes the fall." The cop's eyes widened with understanding, and she nodded frantically, the gag turning her protests into muffled sounds.

With a sigh, Tina stepped out into the blinding sunlight, the gear feeling foreign but somehow empowering against her skin. She adjusted the belt, the weight of the baton and the gun at her side giving her a newfound confidence. The search party was still a ways off, their shouts and calls growing distant as she moved away from the shed.

Her eyes fell on the police car parked haphazardly by the side of the road. The perfect escape vehicle. With a smirk, she turned back to the cop in the shed. "Time to go for a little ride," she said, pulling the woman to her feet. The cop's eyes widened in horror as she was dragged out into the open, her bare feet scraping against the gravel.

Tina didn't bother to be gentle, pushing her face-first into the trunk. The cop's legs kicked out, trying to find purchase, but Tina was stronger, more ****. She slammed the trunk shut with a satisfying thud, the sound echoing in the stillness of the abandoned area. She took a moment to listen, her heart hammering in her chest. The distant shouts of the search party grew fainter.

Her hand hovered over the car keys for a moment, a twinge of doubt piercing her bravado. But she shoved it aside. This was her chance. With a deep breath, she slid into the driver's seat and turned the ignition. The engine roared to life, and she felt the power of the police cruiser beneath her. She had never driven one before, but she had stolen enough cars in her time to know the drill.

Tina put the car in gear and peeled out, the tires squealing as she hit the gas. The shed grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until it was just a speck on the horizon. The bound cop in the trunk was a silent reminder of the life she left behind, a bargaining chip if things went south.

The road ahead was clear, a ribbon of asphalt that promised freedom and the chance at a new start. Her heart raced with every mile she put between herself and her pursuers. She had to stay focused, had to keep moving. She couldn't afford to get caught, not now, not when she was so close to the open road.

Tina's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, watching for any signs of pursuit. The policewoman's moans grew louder, a reminder that she wasn't alone in this stolen vehicle. She reached into the backseat and grabbed the baton, her grip tightening as she thought about the power dynamics that had shifted so suddenly. She knew the woman in the trunk was terrified, but she couldn't let that sway her.

Her heart hammered in her chest as the sirens grew closer, a cacophony of wailing echoing through the quiet countryside. She had to think fast. The GPS on the dashboard blinked, showing the route back to civilization. But that was where the danger was, where they'd expect her to go. Instead she headed for her sisters house who really hated the police.

The car's engine purred beneath her, the vibrations a soothing lullaby to the chaos in her mind. Tina's sister had always been the reckless one, but she was the only person who had never turned her back on Tina, not even after the arrest. She knew she could count on her for a safe haven, for now at least.

Her eyes remained glued to the road ahead as she took the turn onto the narrow, winding path that led to her sister's house. The trees loomed over the car, casting eerie shadows that danced across the windshield.

The sirens grew distant, but Tina didn't dare let her guard down. Every bump and rumble of the car sent a jolt of panic through her. Was it the cops? A flat tire? Or just the weight of her own conscience bearing down on her? She clenched her jaw, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.

Finally, the house came into view. It was a ramshackle place, the paint peeling and the porch sagging, but it was a beacon of hope in the sea of despair that was her current life. She pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires. The house looked quiet, the blinds drawn tight against the outside world.

Her sister, Jenny, had always been the wild one, a mirror image of Tina's own rebellious spirit. The bond between them was unbreakable, forged in the fires of a childhood filled with neglect and ****. Tina knew Jenny would take her in without question, but she also knew that she couldn't stay long. The cops would come knocking eventually, and she didn't want to drag her sister down with her.

With a grunt, she pulled the policewoman out of the trunk and into the house, the woman's bare feet slapping against the floorboards. She threw her into a chair and re-tied the gag, making sure she was secure before turning to Jenny, who was standing in the doorway smirking at the helpless policewoman.

"Well, sis," Jenny drawled, her eyes glinting with mischief, "You've always had a taste for the uniformed types."

Tina rolled her eyes, her nerves stretched taut as a bowstring. "Not funny, Jen. We need to figure out what to do with her before they start looking for her."

Jenny shrugged, her smirk not wavering. "They're probably already looking. You think you're the first one to pull this shit?"

Tina's jaw clenched. "Not helping, Jen."

I can dope her up and if the police turn up I will claim she is my cousin. With a little makeover they will not recognise her.

Jenny nodded, her gaze flicking to the struggling cop before returning to Tina. "We need to make her look different. I got some of that stuff from your last visit."

Tina's eyes narrowed, a glimmer of hope in her desperation. "The hair dye?"

"Yeah, the whole kit. You remember, the one you said you'd use to go blonde if you ever got out?" Jenny winked, already crossing the room to grab a plastic bag from under the sink. She pulled out a bottle of deep brown hair dye and some scissors.

Tina nodded, her thoughts racing. They had to act fast. "Do it. And cut off some of her hair too. Make her look like a completely different person."

Jenny set to work, her nimble fingers working the scissors through the cop's hair with surprising gentleness. Strands of blonde fell to the floor, revealing the stark contrast of the darker roots. Tina's own hand hovered over the bottle of dye, her grip tightening as she contemplated her next move.

The policewoman's eyes were wide with fear, but she remained mostly still, the reality of her situation setting in. She knew she was out of her depth, and the look of determination on Tina's face told her that fighting back was futile. Tina watched as the dye was applied, the brown liquid sinking into the blonde strands and transforming them into a rich chocolate brown.

As the minutes ticked by, the sirens grew faint, a distant memory. Tina's mind raced with the possibilities of what she could do with the cop as a hostage. The uniform was a good start, but having the actual officer could be a game-changer. She could use her to get information, to throw off the scent of the search party, or even as a human shield if things got really bad.

The transformation was almost complete. Jenny stepped back, admiring her work with a twisted smile. The cop looked up at Tina with a mix of anger and defeat in her eyes, but she said nothing, the gag still firmly in place.

"Not bad," Tina murmured, taking a step closer. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

They moved the cop to the bathroom, the woman's eyes darting around frantically, searching for an escape. Tina ignored the pleading gaze and focused on the task at hand. They had to be thorough. Any slip-up could mean the difference between freedom and capture.

Jenny filled the bathtub with lukewarm water and tossed in a few handfuls of Epsom salt. "It'll help with the bruising," she said, not bothering to hide the satisfaction in her voice. The cop's eyes widened at the sight of the water, but she remained silent, the gag still in place.

Tina helped Jenny lift the bound woman into the tub, the water sloshing over the sides. The cop's body tensed, but she remained still, the fight drained from her. They worked quickly, using a washcloth to scrub away the grime of the shed floor and the sweat from her body. Tina felt a strange sense of detachment as she cleaned the woman, as if she were nothing more than a doll to be manipulated for her own ends.

When they were done, Jenny pulled the plug and Tina grabbed a towel, wrapping it around the shivering form. The cop's skin was pale and goose-bumped, the starkness of her situation setting in as the cold reality of her predicament washed over her. Tina pulled the gag out of her mouth, and the cop coughed, her voice hoarse.

"Please," she whispered, "Let me go."

Tina's eyes hardened. "Not a chance." She tossed the gag aside and grabbed the cop's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "You're going to help me get out of here, and if you do what you're told, maybe you'll make it out of this alive."

The cop nodded, understanding the gravity of her situation. They moved her to a couch in the living room and re-tied her ankles, securing her to the chair legs with more rope. Tina handed her sister the phone she had taken from the cop's belt. "Keep an eye on this. If it rings, we're leaving."

Jenny nodded and began to cut away the ropes that had held the cop's wrists. The woman winced as the blood rushed back into her fingers, but she made no move to fight. Tina knew she was in too much pain to be a threat, but she kept a wary eye on her as she worked.

Once the ropes were gone, Jenny handed Tina a fresh set of handcuffs. "These should hold her," she said with a smirk. Tina nodded, taking the cuffs and securing the cop's wrists in front of her. It was a small act of mercy, but it was all she could spare.

The two sisters stepped back, assessing their work. The policewoman looked like a ragdoll, her hair a mess and her eyes red-rimmed from crying. But she was alive, and that was all that mattered for now. Tina had no intention of killing her, not unless it became absolutely necessary. She had seen enough **** in her life, and she wasn't eager to add to the count.

Tina took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The sirens had stopped, but she knew it was only a matter of time before the search party stumbled upon the abandoned shed. They had to move fast, to get as much distance between themselves and the law as possible.

She needs some clothes and shoes maybe something slutty.

Tina nodded in agreement with Jenny's assessment. They had to make the cop as unrecognizable as possible. She rummaged through a pile of clothes in the corner of the room, pulling out a short, tight dress that was definitely more suited for a night out than a day in captivity. "This'll do," she said, tossing it to her sister.

Jenny's eyes lit up with an idea. "I've got a wig too," she exclaimed, disappearing into a back room. She returned moments later with a wild, curly red wig that looked like it had seen better days. "It'll cover up the dye job."

Tina took the wig and placed it on the cop's head, adjusting it until it looked natural. "Alright, now for the shoes," she murmured, grabbing a pair of high heels that had been kicked off by the door. They were the perfect fit.

Jenny handed over a tube of lipstick. "Here, put this on her. Make her look like a tramp," she said with a snicker. The cop's eyes filled with humiliation as Tina smeared the bright red color over her lips, transforming her from a symbol of authority to a caricature of a streetwalker.

"Perfect," Jenny said, admiring her handiwork. "Now let's get you dressed." She slipped the dress over the cop's head, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that was anything but flattering. The shoes were a struggle, but with some ****, they managed to get them on her swollen feet.

The policewoman's eyes never left Tina, a silent plea for understanding. But Tina had none to give. She was on the run, and this was her ticket to survival. The dress was a size too small, hiking up the cop's thighs and threatening to split open at any moment. Jenny cackled at the sight, and even Tina couldn't help but smirk.

"Alright, let's get going," Tina said, her voice firm. "We don't have much time."

The cop's eyes searched the room for any sign of hope, but all she found was the cold, unyielding gaze of her captor. Tina grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, the handcuffs clinking against the dress's fabric. They stumbled to the door, the woman's legs unsteady in the heels.

As they stepped outside, the sun was setting, painting the sky in a fiery orange that matched Tina's jumpsuit. The air was thick with tension, the silence only broken by the distant sound of a car passing on the main road. Tina's heart raced, her palms slick with sweat. She had to get as far from here as possible before the cops started looking for their missing comrade. Tina and Jenny decided to drop her off at their friends lesbian brothel.

They approached the car, and Jenny opened the back door, pushing the cop inside with a laugh. "Remember, you're my cousin," she hissed, sliding in next to her. Tina took the wheel, her hands steady despite her racing thoughts. She threw the car into drive and peeled out of the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake.

The ride to the brothel was tense, the cop's eyes never leaving the passing scenery. She was looking for any sign of rescue, any hope that she could cling to. But as the city lights grew closer and the buildings grew denser, that hope began to fade. The brothel was nestled in the heart of the red light district, a place where the cops rarely ventured unless they were paid to.

Tina knew the owner, a burly woman named Mama T, who had a soft spot for her and Jenny. She had helped them out in the past, and Tina had no doubt she would again. They pulled up to the neon-lit building, the pink lights casting a garish glow over the policewoman's transformed features. Tina leaned over the seat, her voice low and urgent.

Once inside they introduce the policewoman and Tina explained her escape.

Mama T's eyes widened as Tina told her story, the cop sitting awkwardly between them, her new attire and bruised wrists speaking volumes. The matronly woman pursed her lips, her expression a mix of amusement and calculation. "You know I can use her as a bondage whore for the women."

Tina nodded, her eyes never leaving the cop's. "Use her as you see fit. I am sure some of teh former inmates will get a kick out of her."

Mama T chuckled, her gaze raking over the policewoman with a predatory gleam. "Indeed, they will," she said, her voice thick with amusement. "But for now, we need to keep her out of sight. The cops will be looking for her soon enough."

The cop's eyes widened in horror as she was dragged from the car and into the brothel, the door slamming shut behind her. The inside was a cacophony of sounds and smells, a stark contrast to the quiet countryside she was used to. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and sweat, the walls lined with velvet and neon lights flickering erratically.

Mama T led them down a narrow hallway, the floor sticky underfoot, to a small, dingy room at the back. She threw the cop onto a rickety bed, the springs protesting with every movement. Tina could see the fear in the woman's eyes, but she pushed it aside. This was about survival now.

"You stay put," Mama T warned, her voice like a whip crack. The cop nodded, her eyes flicking to the door as it closed with a final click. She was alone with her thoughts, her fears, and the heavy weight of her own powerlessness.