Train robbery

Chapter 1

The train rumbled along the tracks.

A young woman in a crisp police uniform walked through the carriages to the last compartment and opened the door.

Inside, three people sat—two women and one man—all dressed in police uniforms.

The policewoman sitting by the window had long, flowing hair, appeared to be under thirty, and had delicate features. Beneath her uniform skirt,
flesh-colored pantyhose and high heels accentuated her long, shapely legs, which were elegantly crossed at the knees
. This woman was named He Qing, the current head of the Intelligence Section of the A City Public Security Bureau.

The young policewoman sat down diagonally opposite He Qing. Next to He Qing sat a girl with a long ponytail.
Both of them were also in police uniforms, but in trousers. The

girl with the ponytail was named Su Wen, while the policewoman who entered was named Hu Qianqian, with a stylish short hairstyle.

"How's the situation?" He Qing asked Hu Qianqian.

"Everything's set up, Chief. We're just waiting for your orders."

"Mm," He Qing nodded, turning to face the man sitting opposite her. The man was in his forties, not wearing a police hat, and
slightly balding. "Officer Hong, this operation is extremely dangerous. Could you please inform the train conductor and have their
men leave the area?"

The man said, "Don't worry, we'll fully cooperate with you. "

He was the train's police officer.

"Thank you," He Qing nodded, then said to her two subordinates, "Remember, you must catch them red-handed,
understand? Move out!"

"Yes, sir!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the three of them left the compartment. He Qing crossed her arms, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, gazing at
the scenery rushing past the window.

A few days ago, the intelligence department received a tip that a group of drug dealers were going to conduct a transaction on this train, and the amount involved
was extremely large, unprecedented in the city's history. The bureau took the case very seriously, assigning He Qing to investigate it
thoroughly and strive to bring all the criminals to justice. After deliberation, it was decided to arrest the criminals while they were conducting the transaction. He
Qing led her team onto the westbound train.

Perhaps due to meticulous planning, the arrest went unexpectedly smoothly. According to intelligence, there were four drug dealers,
two buyers and two sellers. They had managed to buy tickets for the same sleeper compartment, allowing them
to conduct the transaction calmly on the train. When the officers broke down the door, the four were checking the goods and counting the money, caught off guard
and easily subdued. With many people and eyes in the carriage, the four drug dealers were taken to
a compartment at the back of the train, which He Qing used as a temporary command center.

A simple interrogation was routine; the drug dealers knew that with such a large transaction, arrest meant certain death
, so they remained silent, unmoved by either persuasion or threats.

As dusk fell, the train reached its final destination. This high-speed train ran between City A, where He Qing lived, and City B.
Intelligence indicated that two groups of drug dealers also came from these two cities and had conducted multiple
transactions using this train line.

The train stopped at the station for four hours for rest before returning to City A overnight. He Qing's team used these four
hours to hand over two drug dealers from City B to the local police, and then bring the other two back to City A for
trial. The plan was meticulous, but its execution didn't go smoothly. Being unfamiliar with City B,
He Qing had sent six team members for escort. However, due to transportation issues and complicated procedures, the six couldn't return in time,
leaving only He Qing, Hu Qianqian, and Su Wen—three women—to escort the remaining two back to City A. One side
had a 6-to-2 ratio, the other 3-to-2, but He Qing didn't see a major problem.

The train departs around 10 AM and arrives early the next morning, a journey of only a few hours. Given
the relatively enclosed space of a train, what could possibly happen? Besides, He Qing is no ordinary person. Although young
, she has participated in the investigation of numerous major cases and is highly experienced. Her two subordinates are also top
students from the Police Academy, her very capable right-hand women.

Before the train departs, He Qing finds Officer Hong, who leads her to the train's purser
, a woman in her early thirties, very beautiful and well-maintained.

After introductions, He Qing learns that the purser's name is Zhang Li. After briefly explaining

the situation, He Qing makes her request: she hopes the crew will close the dining car to
detain the two criminals. She has two reasons: firstly, it's a night train, well past mealtime, and there are very few passengers going to the dining car ; secondly, the dining car is located right next to the front of the train, in a blind spot, making it a safer
place for detention . 　　Zhang Li looked hesitant, saying it was a bit against the rules, but under He Qing's insistence, she agreed and promised to make the arrangements immediately. 　　After saying goodbye to the female officers, the female purser went alone to an ordinary compartment in the soft sleeper carriage, knocked on the door, and went in. 　　Although it was a compartment, there was only one person inside. 　　It was a man in his forties, tall, strong, and of average appearance. 　　Because the train was about to depart, the carriage corridor and other sleeper compartments were noisy , but this place was quiet, as if he were the only passenger. 　　The man was looking down at his phone, and when he saw a graceful figure slip into the door, his eyebrows immediately rose , and he stood up. 　　Zhang Li wasn't short, about 1.68 meters tall, wearing a high-speed rail attendant's skirt uniform, grey pantyhose, and black lace-up high-heeled shoes with heels about five centimeters high. Even with those five centimeters, she wasn't short, but the man was still half a head taller than her. He looked down at her with a smile, reaching out to put his arm around her waist. 　　"Ah~" Zhang Li let out a coquettish cry. 　　"The door's not closed yet, what's the rush?" She reached out and closed the door, locking it. The man couldn't wait to kiss her lips. 　　"Mmm—" The woman struggled slightly, but couldn't break free, and gently punched the man's firm chest. "Mmm— mmm—" She turned her head away, her cheeks flushed. 　　"Have you missed me these past few days?" the man said, reaching inside her shirt to knead Zhang Li's full breasts through her blouse.

"Ah~" The female flight attendant groaned softly, her legs immediately giving way.

The man laid her down on the berth, face down, pressing her face against the bed, one hand reaching under to
lift the skirt that tightly covered her buttocks.

"Oh dear, what's the rush? I'm still working!" Zhang Li cried out in a coquettish voice.

"You're the flight attendant, not the driver. You can still drive without me..." the man said, roughly
pulling the woman's pantyhose and underwear together and yanking them up to her thighs in a few quick movements.

"I—ah—you..." Zhang Li felt the man's hot, thick member enter her body directly,
roughly and unreasonably.

"You—" she bit her lip, her hands, painted with peach-pink nail polish, tightly gripping the white sheets.
"You—don't—don't ejaculate inside—it's not safe these days..."

A moment later, Zhang Li leaned against the headboard, adjusting her pantyhose and underwear, while the man stood beside her fastening his belt
.

"You're so naughty! I told you not to shoot inside, but you wouldn't listen. If you do it again, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Didn't I bring medicine? Just take one." "

Get lost!"

The man sat down on the edge of the bed, Zhang Li's silk-stockinged legs leaning against the edge.

"Let's get down to business." The man's gaze lingered on the woman's slender, graceful ankles.

"What is it?"

"That thing."

"Tch." The woman rolled her eyes at him and started fiddling with the nail on her left middle finger. "I caught four. I took two off
the bus, and I'll take the other two back tonight."

"Hmm." The man nodded as he reached out and grabbed Zhang Li's ankles. His hands were large; his index finger slipped
between her ankles, while his thumb and middle finger held them together, easily lifting the young woman's feet.

"Go on." He reached out and unbuckled the leather straps of the woman's high heels, gently sliding her silk-stockinged feet out from under the heels
. A faint warmth immediately filled his nostrils.

"Hiss..." The man sniffed lightly, nodded in satisfaction, and then brought the female flight attendant's
feet, encased in gray stockings, to his nose to savor them.

"Three policewomen were left to guard it. They told me to seal off the dining car to use as a detention center."

"Hmm—you did it?"

"Yeah, what else could I do?"

"Are you sure there are only three left?"

"Yes, except for Fatty Hong."

"That coward, easy to handle."

"By the way, those three policewomen are all quite pretty, especially the one in the lead, wearing stockings
and high heels, the kind you like." Zhang Li said, her toes twitching slightly, seemingly
teasing the man, as she rubbed against his nose.

"Is that so? Then I'll have to see for myself." The man then picked up the woman's feet and
kissed the soles deeply.

"Tch, you've been wearing these all day, don't you find them smelly... Hey? What are you doing? Why are you taking off my socks?"

"What, you've aroused me, and you think you can just let it go like this?"

"The car, the car's about to leave..."

"I'll be done soon."

"No, don't stuff your mouth with socks again—ugh—"

"It's for your own good, what if you can't hold it in and scream, attracting attention?"

"Ugh—dirty—ugh—"

"Hmph, haven't seen you in a few days, you've gotten even whiter and more tender, your breasts are bigger and your butt is rounder.

" "Ugh ~"

"Didn't you get enough earlier? I'll feed you right now."

"Ugh~" On the platform

, announcements were already playing. Passengers came and went on the train, occasionally passing by the compartment doors
. Unbeknownst to them, just a door away, in their compartment, the sexy and alluring female train conductor, Zhang Li, was
being pinned down by a strong man. Her uniform skirt was disheveled and rolled up at the waist, her bra half-exposed,
her long, sexy legs bare, and her white panties lying on the floor. She was face down, her buttocks raised, her hands
held down by the man, pressed against the headboard, her mouth stuffed with her own smelly stockings that she had been wearing all day.

"Ugh—ugh—ugh—" the beautiful young woman moaned rhythmically, her eyes glazed over, her expression dreamy.

The train whistled, and the doors were about to close…

Chapter Two

The train slowly started moving, gradually leaving B City Railway Station.

He Qing glanced at her women's wristwatch; the hands were stopped at 10:30. The sky outside seemed like a deep blue
velvet cloth, enveloping the earth.

The eight-hour journey home had only just begun, and the long night was just starting.

The train hadn't gone far when the lights in the dining car dimmed. He Qing looked up and saw that
half the lights in the car were off.

The dining car lights weren't turned off at night, but one circuit of the power supply was shut off; Zhang Li had told her that, and the train conductor's explanation
was to save unnecessary electricity consumption.

He Qing wasn't surprised, but the other two policewomen were quite disgruntled, complaining back and forth.

The seating arrangement was as follows: He Qing sat in the innermost booth, opposite one of the drug
dealers. The drug dealer's hands were handcuffed to the window bars; on the other side, Hu Qianqian sat in a booth on the inside, her back against
the carriage door, opposite her another drug dealer handcuffed to the window frame; Su Wen sat next to a drug dealer. The dining car was
the first carriage after the locomotive, so behind He Qing and Hu Qianqian, separated only by the door, was the locomotive. This door
was usually closed, so their view was unobstructed. They had to maintain this posture all night.

He Qing listened intently to the two girls' conversation; they were mainly complaining. He Qing knew her two subordinates
weren't fussy people, but several things along the way had made them uncomfortable, so venting was normal
.

For example, the train police officer surnamed Hong—including him, there were five train police officers on this train—
when He Qing asked him for help, this fat man dodged the question, saying that his men had already fully cooperated during the arrest, and they
also had their own work on the train and were powerless to help; sending more people would make things difficult for them. He Qing didn't insist
. Actually, everyone knew what they did at night, so He Qing didn't force them.

The train police belong to the railway, so they have no benefit in this matter. Besides, it's clear these guys are habitually
lazy; they're not only useless, but if something happens, it's hard to say whether they'll help or hindrance.

After a while, the two girls' conversation gradually shifted from the train police to the beautiful train conductor.

Frankly, He Qing didn't have a good impression of her either. She couldn't explain why, but as a police officer, her intuition
was always accurate.

Just then, the carriage door opened, and as if on cue, Zhang Li, beaming and smiling, walked in
.

"Ahem," He Qing coughed, and the two girls immediately stopped talking. He Qing
put down her crossed legs and stood up. "Train conductor, you're still up so late?"

"Not so early, we still need to exchange tickets later," Zhang Li said, placing a plastic bag on the table and
taking out a bottle of water, handing it to He Qing. "Officer He, are you thirsty? Here's some water."

"Thank you, that's thoughtful." He Qing handed the water to Hu Qianqian and Su Wen, keeping one for herself.

Zhang Li glanced at the two men handcuffed to the window frame; both were silent and looked dejected. After all,
that amount of water was enough to warrant several executions.

"Those two..." Zhang Li gestured.

"Oh, they don't need it. Suspects can't eat anything during transport."

"Oh, okay, I'll leave the rest here." Zhang Li placed the plastic bag on the back seat.
"Officer He, is there anything else you need?"

"No, thank you, Chief Flight Attendant."

"Okay, then I'll be going now."

"Goodbye."

Zhang Li turned and left. In the dim light, her rounded buttocks, tightly encased in her uniform skirt, swayed back and forth
, making her two flesh-colored stockinged legs appear even longer.

After the door closed, Hu Qianqian muttered under her breath, "Slut."

"What's wrong? They even brought us drinks." He Qing unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

"Section Chief, didn't you notice? She changed her stockings.

" "So what?"

Su Wen interjected with a smile. "Under what circumstances would someone change stockings instead of clothes?"

The three exchanged knowing glances.

"You two little brats, what are you thinking?" He Qing smiled and sat down. "Maybe she spilled
water on herself."

She turned to the side, elegantly placing her left leg over her right, her slender legs encased in flesh-colored stockings standing
straight together.

The two policewomen smiled at each other. He Qing glanced around and noticed the suspect in front of her staring intently
at her feet. She kicked him, the tip of her shoe striking his knee.

"Ouch!" the man cried out.

"Behave yourself!" He Qing snapped.

The man glanced down at her, then turned his face to the window, muttering something indistinctly.

The rails groaned rhythmically under the wheels.

He Qing yawned; she was exhausted after a non-stop day.

Not only was she tired, but the two policewomen were also worn out.

Hu Qianqian, on the other hand, was fast asleep in her seat.

This was with He Qing's permission, of course. Ten minutes earlier, the girl felt her eyelids were about to close, so
Su Wen told her to sleep for a while and take turns with her later. Hu Qianqian lay down on her side, facing inwards,
her arms bent under her head, her legs slightly bent and together.

Her small feet, probably no bigger than size 36, peeked out from under her navy blue trousers, still clad
in flesh-colored stockings. A pair of white-and-pink soles, covered by the sheer stockings, faced He Qing directly.

Seeing those delicate, petite feet, He Qing felt an inexplicable urge,
an irresistible itch to touch and play with them.

Startled by this thought, she quickly drank some water to clear her head.

"Section Chief, I...I need to use the restroom," Su Wen said, standing up apologetically.

"That's the third time already. Are you alright?"

"N-no, I think I drank too much water." Both their gazes fell on the water bottle in front of Su Wen,
which was still more than half full.

"Ugh," Su Wen groaned softly, but He Qing noticed she involuntarily clenched her thighs.
"Go on, go ahead."

"Okay..." Su Wen jogged away, looking somewhat flustered, something she rarely did.

He Qing had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

Su Wen was a few years older than Hu Qianqian, intelligent, steady, and a top
student from the Public Security University—He Qing's advisor. Therefore, she was very self-conscious about her lapse in composure.

Emerging from the restroom, Su Wen closed the door, shutting out the sound of the toilet flushing.

She walked to the sink, splashing water on her face; the coolness made her feel a little better.

It was too hot inside the carriage. Looking at herself in the mirror, Su Wen let her ponytail fall loose.

The policewoman in the mirror had a pretty face, but looked slightly tired.

She straightened her collar and was about to turn back when she suddenly noticed something. She stopped, turned around,
and walked forward.

The restroom was located at the junction of two carriages; such junctions usually have
doors at the front and rear, or where the carriages meet.

Su Wen had come out of the dining car. Now, she cautiously approached the door of the adjacent carriage and discovered, in the dim
light, that someone had stuck a mop into the door handle, wedged diagonally between the handle ring and the door
frame, blocking the door from the outside. It was impossible to open it from the outside.

Su Wen glanced around and realized someone was trying to lock the carriage from the inside.

She grabbed the mop and pulled hard, and it opened.

Just as she was about to take a closer look, a pair of large hands unexpectedly reached out from behind her, one covering her mouth
and the other tightly gripping her neck.

"Ugh!" A scream was choked in her throat. The policewoman swung the mop, trying to attack the assailant behind her,
but it was suddenly snatched away.

"Ugh?" Suddenly, her feet slipped, she lost her balance, and at the same time, something with a foul odor was shoved
into her mouth.

The policewoman was forced face down on the ground, someone held her arms and stepped on her lower back, rendering her immobile.
The handcuffs on her belt were removed, and then her hands, which were tied behind her back, were cuffed with something cold.

"Behave yourself!" a woman's low voice came from behind, accompanied by a familiar scent of perfume.

"Ugh?" Although she couldn't see what was behind her, Su Wen's eyes widened in terror. "It's her!"

Inside the carriage, after Su Wen left, He Qing felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because the carriage was too stuffy; her face was flushed, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

The suspect opposite her seemed to notice her abnormality; even though he was pretending to sleep, he was still secretly glancing at her, which instantly
enraged He Qing.

"What are you looking at!" Upon hearing this, the suspect immediately closed his eyes. He Qing, suppressing her anger, looked around, grabbed
a napkin from the table, and folded it into a triangle.

"Look up!"

"What are you doing, officer?"

"I told you to look up!" He Qing shouted.

Using the napkin to blindfold the suspect, He Qing still felt unsatisfied, so she crumpled two tissues and
plugged the man's ears as well. Seeing another suspect curiously peering over, she went over without a word and
did the same.

Just as she was about to return to her seat, the policewoman inadvertently looked down and came face to face with Hu Qianqian's delicate, stockinged feet,
almost touching them.

She stopped, letting out a long breath, her lips trembling slightly. As if possessed, she slowly
leaned in and gently sniffed the girl's soft, stockinged soles.

A faint leather scent, mixed with silk fabric and a faint smell of sweat and dust.

He Qing's body trembled, her breathing quickened, and one hand unconsciously reached for her lower body.
Her body was hot, her consciousness somewhat blurred. By the time she came to her senses, she couldn't stop herself from pressing against her genitals.

"Oh..." He Qing shuddered, a tingling sensation shooting from her feet to
her hairline, a tingling feeling running through her. She braced herself on the table to prevent herself from falling, her eyes blurry.

The policewoman struggled to control herself, sniffed, rubbed her eyes, and looked around.

Hu Qianqian was fast asleep, her breathing even, occasionally punctuated by soft, adorable snores. The two suspects
were blindfolded, their heads bowed, whether dozing off or something else was unclear.

He Qing swallowed hard, hesitated for a few seconds, then extended her slender, white fingers and slipped them
inside Hu Qianqian's left trouser leg. When her fingers withdrew, her delicate index and middle fingers held
the waistband of the policewoman's flesh-colored crystal stockings.

He Qing carefully removed the girl's stockings, feeling like a drug addict going through a withdrawal phase.
She didn't know what she was doing, but a voice in her head seemed to beckon her not to stop. Slowly
, one of Hu Qianqian's stockings landed in her palm.

He Qing trembled as she brought the still-warm object to her nose and inhaled deeply.

She seemed to have inhaled the scent of the sock tip; it was stronger than before, a faint sour, foul, and musky smell.
This sudden sensory stimulation was irresistible to He Qing. Her hand uncontrollably slipped inside her skirt. The policewoman's
slender, white middle finger pierced through her pantyhose, underwear, and the damp, hot pubic area, finding a familiar
spot and skillfully rubbing and pressing.

"Ugh—" She clenched her teeth, trying to avoid arousing the two prisoners' suspicion, her body trembling uncontrollably.

He Qing closed her eyes, her chin unconsciously raised, one hand rhythmically shaking, the other hand covering
her mouth and nose with Hu Qianqian's dirty stockings, not wanting to miss a single whiff of that wonderful scent.

"Plop—" With a soft sound, He Qing jerked violently, her two stockinged legs limply falling, one
shoe already gone.

The policewoman's legs parted limply, and some liquid flowed down her inner thighs,
soaking her flesh-colored stockings and dripping onto the red carpet.

"Phew—" He Qing let out a satisfied sigh. Her mind was blank; she
hadn't realized that while she was masturbating, smelling Hu Qianqian's stockings, Su Wen hadn't returned from relieving herself.

The pleasure gradually faded, replaced by a profound sense of shame. He Qing slowly regained her senses; she could hardly
believe what she had done. Looking at her disheveled state, she was momentarily at a loss.

"Hehehe, enjoying it, you slut?" A man's voice suddenly rang out, very close!

He Qing jumped in fright and hurriedly got up.

From the booth back-to-back with her, a strong figure slowly rose.

She was horrified…

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