Maintaining a physique like Lieutenant Octavia's requires consistent training and working out. Lucky for her, it also pays off massively, as moving around in thick hazmat suits with heavy air tanks on her back is a piece of cake for her. In addition, her toned body does appeal to certain people, causing her to receive many compliments, of varying levels of appropriateness, unfortunately.

On a warm day, Octavia had an afternoon off and she went to a local gym to do a light workout before going home. As she was jogging on the treadmill behind the big windows of the gym, she saw a particular man walking on the street in front of her. It took her a moment to recognize him, but she eventually made the connection. That man was Gerald, the owner of a small local restaurant. And much to the disappointment of the BCPU, he had allowed his business to host several high-end criminal meetings and deals behind closed doors. This would earn him a severe punishment eventually, but for now, the BCPU wanted to get eyes and ears inside those meetings, first to gather information and evidence, and then eventually to have all the criminals together in a nice air- and sound-tight restaurant.

Octavia got excited as she saw this as a golden opportunity to apprehend Gerald without having to confront him at his restaurant or at home where his criminal associates might be watching him. So, Octavia quickly finished her workout, hastily wiping her brow as she stepped off the treadmill. She didn’t have time to change; there was no room for hesitation. Without a second thought, she snatched her bag from the gym locker. Since she technically was off duty, she only had minimal gear with her but that was normally more than enough.

She exited the gym and gave chase to Gerald, making sure he did not spot her following him. She needed a quiet place to take him down, and lucky for her Gerald soon turned into an unassuming warehouse. Octavia quickly checked the perimeter to make sure only Gerlad was inside and nobody was watching him or her, and then stealthily entered the warehouse as well. Gerald was occupied checking boxes on his clipboard when Octavia hid behind a few crates to formulate and prepare her plan.

Octavia did not want to risk drawing attention if he resisted or screamed, so she thought it would be best to knock him out immediately. For this, she pulled her gas mask from her bag and slipped it over her head, adjusting the strap to seal the mask around her face. Then she reached for the can of sleeping gas, which, to her surprise, was very light. Realization set in as she remembered all the times she used that can in the past month. The can was probably empty. Lucky for her, Gerald did not know that. Plus, she still had the element of surprise on her side, and she wasn’t about to let it slip away. Remembering some of her CQC training, she thought of an alternative strategy, that, to be honest, she always wanted to try.

Octavia quietly approached Gerald, and when she was right behind him, she raised the empty can and clearly spoke. “BCPU, put your hands in the air and slowly around.”
Gerald was visibly spooked, but he was smart enough to comply, he knew of the BCPU’s reputation and was not going to take any chances. As he turned around to see a woman wearing a gas mask pointing a spray can at him, he thought his caution was justified.

But instead of the expected cloud of fumes to the face, Octavia surged forward and punched him in the gut causing him to sink to the ground. He settled leaning against a crate with his head in just the right position and with a swift motion, Octavia got behind him and wrapped her strong thighs around his neck.

“Sorry about this, but,” Octavia said as she lifted up her gas mask, revealing her sweaty face, “I am actually out of gas. So, I hope you don't mind if I knock you out this way.”

Gerald tried to respond, but Octavia's thighs cut him off. Much to Octavia’s surprise, he did not resist at all. Either out of fear of consequence, or maybe, he was enjoying the sensation.

“Lights out,” she whispered as she squeezed hard.

The pressure was unforgiving, cutting off his air supply. She could feel the weak muscles in his neck twitch as his body unconsciously tried to resist.
With Gerald’s consciousness slipping away, Octavia maintained her vice-like grip until finally, his body went slack. She released him, pushing him to the side and taking a moment to appreciate her work. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, exhilaration and satisfaction mingling within her. Her training paid off, not in a way she expected, but a useful skill had been added to her arsenal nonetheless.

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The anatomy study got a little out of hand with this one. But to be honest, I kinda like it.
So, Octavia will probably be a bit more muscular from now on.


As foretold a little while ago, I am holding another poll. Please let me know your thoughts on what scenario you would like to see next


A little warning beforehand. Some of these ideas contain elements I have not drawn before or only very little, but I thought that I might as well get a feeling here if there is interest in such themes

1 Kim, Blinding Justice: Kim is on top of a guy, she is using her gloved hand to hold one of his eyes open, and the other hand to spray pepper spray directly into his opened eye.

2 Misty, A lesson in Safety: Misty is dealing with a criminal who is operating a drug lab, She is severely disappointed in the PPE of the criminal. So, Misty was going to demonstrate that in the event of an accident Misty’s PPE would keep her fully safe, while the criminal would not be.

3 Emely and Keiko, Not so Clean Room: Warden Emely punishes Keiko for all the “pranks” she has been pulling. As punishment, Keiko would have to clean the smelly BCPU locker room without PPE, while Emely would be fully suited up. Emely even helps Keiko really savor the aroma of some sports socks that were lying around.

4 Emely, Hands-On Execution (NSFW): Emely is wearing a hazmat bodysuit a gas mask and rubber gloves as she is fulfilling the last wish of a criminal by giving him some stimulation using her hand. She had warned him that when he would climax, she would begin the execution. Now, such an event has occurred, and thus she has just pulled the pin on a poison gas grenade while her other hand is still holding the criminal’s member.

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