Custody

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Custody Part I

by Lord-Storm,







Chief Inspector Rebecca Jago entered the holding the cells "what the hell is going on" the attractive 37 year old mousy blonde demanded. She stopped in her track's when she realised that the female custody sergeant and the 2 WPC's all stood with their hand's raised and looking pensive. She felt the cold steel of the revolver barrel against her neck and a harsh female voice remarked, "we're taking our friend home for a chat"
"But you'll never get out" Rebecca told her arrogantly.
"Ahh that's where you ladies come in, your going to help in our planned escape" she laughed.
The confident Chief Inspector told her captor "Taking us hostage will only trap you here"
A second figure appeared in Rebecca's eye line "who said anything about hostage's, we're going out in your clothes" she sneered. Two more figures, quite obviously female and armed, stepped into view and the as yet unseen woman behind Rebecca barked "OK piglets time to get stripped, down to your underwear now and you won't get hurt"
Powerless, Rebecca watched as the 3 officers began to divest themselves of their uniforms.
Sergeant Yvonne Clark, a 30 year old curvy brunette, hair tied in a neat bun, stood alongside the 2 Younger WPC's, Milly Johnson, a 24 year old Blonde constable with a Scarlett Johanssen look about her, hair pinned in a bun and standing 5ft 7", next to the equally stunning Hayley Price, dark hair held by a band in a ponytail, just slightly taller then her blonde friend.
Now each woman rapidly undid the 4 buttons that held their tunics to curvy figures, sliding them off, Yvonne's tunic bearing the metal sergeants stripes on the shoulder epaulettes.
"Unlace your shoes, kick them off, then remove your skirts" Rebecca's captor ordered, then whispered in the senior officers ear "Don't worry your turn soon" then she smacked Rebecca's pert bottom and was delighted to feel the outline of the pretty woman's garters and briefs beneath, smiling to herself.
The 3 WPC'S had all crouched to unlace their parade shoes and had all inadvertently given Pantie peeks, as their dark serge, knee length uniform skirts had risen up dark nylon encased legs, now they kicked them off, standing in stocking feet, "SKIRTS!" they were reminded with the wave of a gun. Unfastening the narrow belt around the waist, they all unbuttoned, then unzipped the skirts, before shimmying them over full hips and down shapely nylon clad legs and stepping out, handing them to 2 of their captors, only Sergeant Clark wore a black silky half slip, which she also removed. The darker shade of nylon on the control top issue pantyhose, that separated it from the lighter shade of gossamer, was now visible, where the cotton uniform shirts skimmed firm thighs. Next the chequered cravats were unclipped, as they rapidly undressed and the shirt cuffs were undone, before they began to pop the buttons, from collar to waist, on their uniform shirts, sliding them off their shoulders and now standing in their underwear........