Chief of Police Rachel Steele was as corrupt and ruthless as she was sexy and sensual. Working with her right-hand man - Officer Joe Hardick - she had made a small fortune through a number of dishonest practices - including taking bribes, extorting money, and appropriating priceless items seized by her forces. But these were as nothing compared to what she did as her secret, criminal alter-ego. Disguised in a tight black catsuit, night-mask, knee-high boots and elbow-length gloves (both made of PVC), she would break into the houses of the rich and famous, and rob them of their most valuable possessions. Joe always came along. As her masked and boiler-suited goon, he would lend his strength if the occupants proved to be troublesome. Despite the risks Rachel sometimes took, there was little chance of the truth being discovered. Outwardly, she commanded much trust and respect. In addition, her powerful position granted her plenty of immunity and protection. If ever she made the unlikely mistake of incriminating herself, she could always rely on Joe to misdirect or sabotage any ensuing investigation. Indeed, being the Chief of Police helped her in other ways too. For instance, it allowed her to obtain useful information about those she planned to rob. Such was the case when she phoned one of her men and found out that a wealthy widow had just moved into the city's most opulent mansion. Since there been a recent spate of thefts on wealthy citizens, the woman was requesting extra police patrols in her area. Rachel assured her man that she would see to it. But she never had any such intention. Joe was with her at that time, and she discussed this latest matter with him. Both agreed that the widow would be ideal for their next victim. She offered rich pickings, and was an easy target. Wistfully they wondered if they would even make enough off of her to retire and live the good life. Failing that, they would be sure to make her want to leave the mansion as soon possible. The sooner she was gone - and the sooner next victim moved in - the better. Come the fateful day, the disguised Rachel and Joe were lying in wait when the widow entered her mansion after attending a charity function. They had no trouble forcing their way in through a poorly fastened window. As for the security system - Joe knew many ways of getting around that. On stepping into her living-room, the widow - known as Ms. Grace Evangeline - was startled to see the two intruders looking very at home - grinning as they toyed with a collection of her jewels. Rachel herself was a picture of amused mischief. She lay stretched out, perched on the back of a couch, propped on her elbow. Seeing the widow, she broke into a mocking, triumphant laugh. Nervously, Grace asked who she and Joe were, and how they had gotten inside. Then, suddenly being overtaken with fear, she turned and ran to the door, hoping to escape. Joe caught up with her in an instant. He clamped a hand over her mouth, restrained her body with an encircling arm, and dragged her over to the couch. Now, placed between Rachel and Joe, the widow cowered helplessly. Rachel started to taunt her about her carelessness. But her attention was soon taken by the huge fur coat that Grace was wearing. Always a lover of the fineries of life, she ran her fingers over it and cooed about how deliciously luxuriant it felt. Grace offered her the coat, thinking her cooperation might win her some points with Rachel. It did not. Instead, the Chief of Police told Joe to take her to one of the bedrooms and have his way with her. Sometimes Rachel allowed him these perks. He was a loyal goon, and he was a sucker for big-titted blondes like Grace. Even if he had not been, Rachel would still have asked this favor of him. Out of sheer lustfulness and spite, she wanted the proud widow to be humiliated and violated. Up in the bedroom, Joe loomed over Grace as she lay trembling and whimpering on the bed. Menacingly, he advised her to cooperate in every way - or else. Grace replied that he would do whatever he wanted as long as he did not hurt her. A moment later, Joe gagged her with her own scarf, and bound her wrists together with a length of cord. Rachel came up just as Joe was giving the widow a few stinging spanks on her exposed thighs. She was wearing Grace's coat, and she was clearly aroused. While Grace remained in distress, Rachel strutted around, talking breathily about how horny she felt. Then, abruptly, she parted the front of the coat to reveal herself wearing a huge strap-on. For once it was not Joe who needed to get off. From that moment on, Grace's ordeal began in earnest. Joe pushed her onto her back, ripped off her panties, and fingered her pussy until it became involuntarily wet. Next, being forced onto her hands and knees, she had to suck Joe's cock while Rachel knelt behind her and shoved the strap-on deep into her pussy. Grace gave a cock-muffled sob as she suffered her double-ended ravishing. But Rachel showed her no mercy. She had never felt so hot before her in her life. Her big tits had been pulled out of her outfit so that she could satisfy her need to have them touched and fondled. At the same time she giggled and taunted Grace as she fucked her hard - brushing the soft hairs of the coat against her bare butt cheeks with each powerful thrust. Not once did the widow cease her groans of distress. Yet, for the longest time, while Rachel continued bucking into her, she succeeded in forcing herself to keep pleasing Joe's cock - bobbing her head vigorously as she fucked her lips up and down its length. Later Joe took her balls-deep in the spoon position. His also kept his hands busy by squeezing Grace's big tits from behind, by rubbing her clit on occasion, and by running his fingers over her smooth, stocking-clad thighs. Rachel looked on, rapt throughout. Still incredibly horny, she lay writhing on the bed, reveling in the feel of the fur coat, caressing her own big tits, rubbing her wet pussy through the fabric of her outfit. All the while, she continued to mock and torment her hapless victim. Finally, Joe subjected Grace to a long, missionary-style fuck, then pulled out his cock and forced her to take his blasting cum into her mouth and over her face. Grace grimaced and cried more than ever at this last degradation. It seemed to shatter her mind. In parting, the sensuous Rachel leaned in and gave her a tongue-twisting kiss. The Chief of Police felt serene and generous after her recent pleasures. She was delighted with the haul of valuables she had had taken from Grace. The fur coat alone had made her efforts worthwhile. But now it was time for her and Joe to return to their day jobs. As Rachel left the ravished widow, she bid her sweet dreams and no hard feelings.