To Steal a Spacesuit

[tirepanted2]

love all your works mate!

Thank you! Glad you're enjoying them.

Are there any specific uniforms you'd like to see get stolen in this story? Let me know!

[micpop2]

Well, I wouldn't want to restrict you. I like reading other people's stories. I enjoy when a chauffeur needs to be replaced.

Either way, the complicacy and multi-thread in your stories is jus amazing

[tirepanted2]

Twenty minutes later, the maintenance van pulled up to the Kennedy Space Center, Bridget at the wheel. The guard, a bored-looking woman in her early thirties, scanned their passes and allowed them through the gate.

"We're in," Bridget whispered as they drove to the parking lot. "Phase One complete."

"What's Phase Two?" Bobbi asked from the back, peeking out from beneath a tarpaulin.

Bridget smiled as she parked in an empty space. "Finding you some clothes, of course."

She glanced in her side-view mirror. "Ah! Perfect timing."

The girl was just stepping out of her parked car. She was tall and thin, with a short blonde bob and horn-rimmed glasses. She wore a long white lab coat over a blue blouse and black pencil skirt, as well as low-heeled black boots.

Bridget grinned at Bobbi. "I'll lure her over here. Be ready. We can't give her any chance to raise the alarm."

Bobbi nodded. She still seemed a bit uneasy.

"Don't worry, Bob," Felicia said. "I'll do the heavy work."

Bridget stepped out of the van and waved at the passing girl. "Hey! Mind lending us a hand?"

The blonde slowed, looking puzzled.

Bridget smiled. "You look like a smart girl. We need someone to make sure our maintenance equipment is properly authorized."

The blonde shrugged. "Sorry, I'm just an intern. I don't have any high-level clearance."

"Oh, that's no concern!" Bridget said. "We just need to confirm our timetable with someone - anyone - who works here. Just give our equipment a quick once-over."

The blonde hesitated, but then smiled. "Sure. Why not?"

She approached the closed rear doors of the van, and opened them. Moments later, two hands shot out from the van and grabbed her shoulders.

"So glad you've decided to drop by," Felicia said with a smile.

With that, she yanked the startled blonde into the van. Bridget quickly shut the door behind them, then leaned against it to prevent any hope of escape.

The van rocked back and forth for about twenty seconds, as the poor intern was efficiently rendered unconscious. Bridget continued to lean on the van for the next few minutes, nodding politely at anyone who passed.

Finally, the coded knock came from behind the van door. Bridget obligingly stepped back and swung it open.

Bobbi emerged from the van, dressed in the intern's blouse, skirt, boots, and lab coat. She had done up her dark hair in a bun.

"Fantastic!" Bridget exclaimed. "How do you feel, dear?"

"Awkward," Bobbi responded. "I'm wearing someone else's clothes. Clothes from a woman that my best friend just punched out."

Felicia smiled from behind her. "You'll get used to it, Bob," she said. "First time I stole someone's clothes, I felt a little weird, too. Though that may be because she was a casino showgirl, and the outfit was horribly tight."

Bobbi didn't respond.

Bridget clapped her hands for attention. "All right, ladies, here's the drill. Bobbi, you head over to the control room. There are dozens of lab folks there; you'll blend right in. I'll knock out and replace Dr. Fontaine. Felicia, you do the same to Dr. Thorne."

"Got it," Felicia smiled.

"And remember," Bridget said. "You'll need to strip her completely naked. Astronauts are issued special underwear; you'll need to wear it when you get to space."

Felicia nodded. "Copy that."

"Okay, ladies," Bridget said. "Let's move. Good luck."

The three women entered the lobby and went their separate ways.

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The space plane was on Pad 39A, under heavy protection. It was fenced in on all sides and patrolled by armed guards. No one, however, anticipated much trouble.

The white NASA van pulled up to the gate of the launch site. The gate guard was in her booth, working on a crossword puzzle, but looked up as the driver-side window rolled down.

The driver, a dark-haired, tan-skinned woman in her early thirties, smiled. "Good evening," she said with a thick Middle Eastern accent. "We are maintenance crew. We prepare spaceship, yes?"

The guard glanced at her watch. "About time you ladies showed up. We expected you here fifteen minutes ago."

"So sorry," the driver said with a slight smile. "We hit traffic on way to space center. But we are here now."

"Wonderful," the guard replied. "Now, may I see your ID pass?"

"Of course," the driver said. She held out a laminated card. "Lovely evening, no?"

"It is," the guard said. "Perfect for a space flight." She glanced at the ID card and was surprised to see a picture of a young blonde staring back.

The guard looked up, confused. "Ma'am," she said, "this is not your card."

The driver chuckled. "Brilliant work, detective."

Without warning, she grabbed the guard by her collar and yanked her sharply out of the booth, through the window of the van. The guard's boots flayed helplessly about before they disappeared through the window. A series of punches and muffled screams followed, as the guard was rather painfully relieved of the night shift.

Minutes later, the back doors to the van opened. One of the crewmembers stepped out, dressed in the guard's blue uniform and black boots. She strode over to the recently vacated booth and stepped inside.

The real guard lay bound, tape-gagged, and unconscious on the floor of the van, dressed in her white support bra and panties.

"Stay here," the driver ordered her newly-disguised cohort in fluent Arabic. "We'll return before long."

The false guard nodded. She waved the van through the gate. Then she picked up the leftover pen and crossword puzzle.

"Hmm... a four-letter word for 'explosive device'..." She chuckled.

Meanwhile, the four women in the maintenance van drove straight for the space plane... carrying their "special gift" with them.

[tirepanted3]

Ashley awoke with a headache. Her dark hair spilled over her face, and she tried shaking the locks from her eyes. She was in a dark room... no, a closet. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, and her long legs were bound at the ankles. She was gagged with a strip of silver duct tape.

Ashley felt a cool breeze between her thighs, and realized she was nearly naked. Her only clothing consisted of a blue bra and white panties - beyond that, she had been stripped to her skin.

It was not the sort of predicament that she had expected to find herself in that evening. Indeed, her shift as a NASA security guard had been quiet that night, and was about to end before someone had coshed her from behind and stripped off her uniform.

Ashley struggled, but the bonds refused to give any slack. She sobbed into her gag, wondering how she would ever explain this to her boss...

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Felicia made her way through the east wing of the Space Center, nonchalantly smiling at anyone she passed. Before long, she had reached Dr. Thorne's room, an isolated unit at the corner of the facility. Felicia guessed that the girl's low status did not grant her a better room... or an armed guard stationed outside it.

Felicia knocked lightly at the door. Her ears detected footsteps approaching from the other side.

The door swung open. A young woman stood there, just as young and beautiful as in her picture. She was dressed in a skintight blue jumpsuit. A spacesuit hung on the rack behind her - presumably, she was preparing to put it on.

"Dr. Thorne?" Felicia asked.

"Please, call me Lindsay," the girl said. "Is this important? I need to get ready for the space flight."

"Oh, don't worry, Lindsay," Felicia smiled. "You won't be going on any space flights this evening."

Lindsay's brow furrowed. "What are you talking - uuuuunnnngggghhhhhh!!!"

She doubled up as Felicia's knee rammed into her stomach. Before she could react, Felicia had whirled and dealt her a swift chop at the base of her neck. The young astronaut was unconscious before she hit the floor.

Felicia stepped over Lindsay's prone body, then dragged her back into the room, shutting the door with her foot. She then began stripping the young woman of her spacesuit.

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Not far off, in the south wing of the hall, Bridget made her way to Dr. Fontaine's room.

As she had anticipated, an armed guard stood outside. This would complicate matters, but Bridget was not one to give up.

She approached the guard - a muscular but attractive blonde - and smiled.

"Hello. I'm with maintenance," she said. "We received a complaint from Dr. Fontaine's room - apparently, her air conditioning is broken. I'm here to fix it."

The guard raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear Dr. Fontaine make any calls."

"It was on Thursday," Bridget continued. "We're very backed up here, but I'm finally available. It's best not to keep the good doctor waiting."

The guard considered for a moment, then turned and tapped on the door to the room. "Dr. Fontaine? Maintenance is here to fix the air conditioning."

Silence. Then a voice came from inside the room: "What? The AC works fine."

Bridget tried not to sweat. She saw the suspicious guard slowly reaching for her sidearm.

Just then, the voice came again. "Well, as long as they're here, can they fix the sink? The damn thing won't give any hot water."

Bridget immediately responded. "Oh! How silly of me. It's Dr. Fenton's room that needed the AC fixed. Dr. Fontaine has the broken sink."

The guard paused, eyeing Bridget strangely. Then she smiled. "An honest mistake. Go on in." She held the door open, and allowed Bridget to enter before closing it.

Heather Fontaine was seated at her makeup table, tying her long black hair into a tight bun. She was dressed in a figure-hugging blue jumpsuit with an orange belt. She smiled at Bridget.

"The sink's back there, honey," she said, gesturing toward the restroom.

Bridget sidled past Dr. Fontaine's chair. "Getting ready for a big mission, ma'am?"

Dr. Fontaine nodded. "It's quite a thrill. Ever since I was a girl, I've dreamed of travelling into space. Now my wish is finally coming true." She snapped open a lipstick canister and applied its ruby-red contents to her lips. "I have to look presentable, of course - for the TV cameras, and for all the future female astronauts who will be watching!"

Behind her, Bridget moistened a rag with chloroform. "I know this night means a lot to you, doctor," she said. "It's a true shame you won't be spending it in space."

Heather seemed puzzled. "I don't understand... What do y- mmmmpppphhhhh!!!"

Her eyes widened as Bridget pressed the chloroform pad over her nose and mouth.

"You'll be spending it in your closet," Bridget said calmly, holding the struggling woman tight. "You'll be in your underwear, tied up and gagged. But don't worry - I'll do my best as your substitute."

Heather quickly realized she was being chloroformed. She tried to hold her breath, but the brief whiff she had caught was already making her woozy. She felt the room begin to spin.

"Good girl... Don't bother struggling," Bridget said. "I'm a trained professional, so it's not like you'd have a chance."

Twenty seconds passed... then thirty. Heather felt her last vestiges of strength slip from her. She drifted off into unconsciousness.

"Perfect." Bridget smiled as she at last removed the pad. "Now, before we stripping you, there's one thing that needs taking care of..."

She walked back to the door and swung it open. The blonde guard turned to see her standing there, smiling.

"Is something wrong? Hey, what the - " The guard had no time to react as Bridget grabbed her collar and yanked her into the room. She promptly dealt the blonde a series of karate blows that ensured the guard would be "off-duty" for the rest of the evening.

Stripping Dr. Fontaine was easy - though the jumpsuit was tight, it was simple to unzip and slide off the doctor's body. The special underwear was no trouble to strip off as well. The guard's uniform took a bit longer to remove. Bridget tore the guard's blouse and skirt into bondage-appropriate strips, which she then used to bind the two women, back-to-back. She used the guard's tights to gag them. The two women were then locked in the small adjoining restroom.

"Okay," Bridget said, turning to the uniform and rubbing her hands with glee. "Time for a makeover."

[esercito sconfitto]

Dr. Heather Fontaine







Dr. Lindsay Thorne

[rufusluciusivan]

As always, a well-written stories with very well-written descriptions. The parts with Felicia at the Air Force Museum and with Bridget at the chemical plant are among my favorite scenes in all your stories.

Although, I'm a little confused by the last part. The guard abducted by the fake cleaning crew was locked in their van... So who abducted Ashley? (Great part with her by the way.) Could it mean that there is another intruder on the loose?

[tirepanted3]

Yes, the scene with Ashley was meant to set up another uniform thief who would appear in the next chapter (which I never got around to writing). Somewhere in the NASA facility is a woman walking around in a stolen security guard uniform. As you may have noticed, I like dropping those little isolated scenes here and there and the giving them context later.

[tirepanted3]

Here's the next chapter of the story, which gives some context to the Ashley scene. Thanks to Rufusluciusivan for helping inspire me to write some more.



Lana strode down the hallways of the NASA facility, looking quite imposing in her new uniform. Dressed as a security guard, in blue shirt, dark pants, and black boots, she was quite an intimidating figure.

Okay, she mused, so the uniform wasn't really hers to begin with. But it mattered not - its current owner now lay bound and gagged in a closet, leaving Lana free to make use of her outfit. And making use of it she was - her mission was of vital importance, and the disguise helped immeasurably.

She approached her destination and knocked on the door.

Moments later, said door opened. A tall blonde looked out, surprised.

"Is this important, officer?" she asked. "I need to get ready for the flight."

"Of course, Dr. Williams," Lana replied in a perfect American accent. "I don't mean to alarm you... I was just sent to do a quick security sweep of the perimeter." She stepped past Dr. Williams and entered the dressing room.

"Security sweep? I... don't understand."

"It's just a routine check," Lana replied, beckoning Dr. Williams to shut the door. "We just want to make sure that no one has tried to harm you... Perhaps tried to knock you out... take your clothes... replace you on the space flight."

"Replace me...? What a ridiculous idea," Williams responded. "That sort of thing only happens in stories."

Lana smiled. "Does it now?"

She lunged at Dr. Williams, who hadn't time to register her shock. And the swift beating which followed made her unable to register much of anything.

Lana stripped Dr. Williams and donned her uniform. "Thank you, Alice," she said. "Now let's get you tied and hidden away..."

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Bobbi entered the control room cautiously. One false move, she thought, and it would be over.

She tried to relax, but couldn't. Even now, Felicia and Bridget were boarding the plane that would take them out of Earth's atmosphere. Due to the helmets they wore, no one had noticed the switch... But what would they do about the third member of the flight?

Bobbi felt sick to her stomach. She wished she were back home.

"Intern!" a voice snapped.

Bobbi turned to see a rather stern-looking Asian woman in a lab coat staring down at her. "Isn't there something you should be doing?"

"I... I..." Bobbi stammered.

The woman sighed. "Forget it. Just get me some coffee."

Bobbi nodded, then quickly hurried off. She didn't know who this woman was, but something about her seemed unsettling.

Dr. Chen watched on the monitor as the three women boarded the space-plane. She smiled inwardly. She was excited to see the plane take off... but more excited for what would happen shortly after. If all had gone according to plan, the girls she had hired had replaced the NASA ground crew and successfully smuggled a bomb onto the plane. Once the flight had exited Earth's atmosphere, the bomb would be activated. Shortly after, the plane would be nothing but a memory.

Dr. Chen counted the minutes till takeoff. Dr, Grace would take the blame for the disaster, of course... and her most hated rival would soon be out of NASA for good.

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Bridget and Felicia made themselves comfortable, strapping into their seats.

"You scared?" Bridget whispered.

"A little," Felicia admitted. "But also really, really excited."

"Wonderful," Bridget smiled. "Now, when Alice enters, try to act natural. She'll probably be too preoccupied with making sure the flight gets off the ground to notice that her two fellow crewmembers have been replaced."

"I hope so," Felicia whispered. "We need her to fly the plane, so we can't have her getting suspicious."

Neither woman noticed as a small gas bomb was tossed lightly into the cockpit. There was a muffled explosion, and sleeping gas quickly filled the small area.

"Wh... what..." Felicia said groggily.

"Don't... don't breathe, it's..." Bridget tried to say. But it was too late.

Lana entered the room and waited a few minutes before she felt safe to remove her gas mask. She smiled at the two unconscious women before her. It was time to put the next part of her plan in action.

[rufusluciusivan]

Thank you. I'm flattered that you mentioned me. I hope you'll be able to keep this motivation.

The plot thickens and a new challenger arrives... I wonder what her plan is... Maybe she's been sent to stop Dr. Chen's evil plan. Or maybe she has her own evil plan that will somehow still foil the previous evil plan. (Anything as long as Dr. Chen's evil plan is foiled...) So many characters with different motivations. Now let's see what happens next. Quick important question though. Will Ashley succumb to the Paradigm of Tirepanted?

[tirepanted3]

I have no further plans for Ashley at the moment. I find it amusing that her thoughts upon waking up immediately turn to how she will explain her predicament to her boss. No one wants to be in her shoes (except Lana, of course, who needs her shoes/boots for the disguise ).

You will, however, learn more about these new developments in the next chapter, which I'm currently in middle of writing.