Your Moneys safe

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Your Money's Safe PT 1
by Lord-Storm,




"Good morning" the bespectacled woman behind the counter said with a
smile.

"Your new here" replied Mrs Roth, as she paid over the large wad of
cash.

"Yes we're being switched around for training" came the cheery
reply.

Mrs Roth didn't recognise anyone even the girl at the customer
service counter by the doors looked new. She was debating whether to
do or say anything when two female Police officers entered and spoke
to the girl at the customer service desk.

Sgt Penny Heath and Constable Danielle Taylor had an appointment
with the banks female manager and Mrs Roth decided that her unease
was probably unfounded as she left. Both officers were unaware of
the fact that several male customers were eyeing them
appreciatively. Dark haired Penny and blonde haired Danielle had
their tresses pulled into neat buns beneath the bowler style hats.
As this was an informal meeting both women had on the usual uniform
of above the knee skirt, tunic, cotton blouse and cravat, but had
teamed this with dark sheer nylon hosiery and black 3" slip on
shoes. They wore short black leather gloves and black long strapped
shoulder bags, Penny olding a black briefcase at thigh height in
front of her.
A woman with dark bobbed hair appeared from the back offices, clad
in the dark blue jacket, matching above the knee skirt, nude hose
and dark court style shoes, a red and white ciffon scarf hiding her
blouse collar.

"Mrs White will see you know" she adressed the two WPCs, giving the
girl a smile, as the women officers disappeared out back, one of the
men looked again at the rear of the slender law girls, was that the
outline of garter straps beneath their dark uniform skirts as they
walked.

They woman led the officers to an office and opened the after
Knocking. As they entered both WPCs still did not know they were in
trouble.






After 45 minutes the two uniformed officers re-emerged and made
their way to the patrol car parked in a bay outside the bank, the
case looked a little heavier but otherwise everything was as it
should be, except that as they drove off Mrs Roth saw the car and
something was niggling her.

Back at the bank everything seemed to be as it should, as the girls
prepared to close up for the day. The woman on the customer service
counter Kathy Poole went through the security door and into the
employees lounge to join her colleagues as they packed
up.

"That went well" she said to a dark haired woman in bank uniform and
a Red head dressed in a similar fashion "thanks to these girls she
nodded, indicating the five bound and gagged women who sat mewing
and wriggling in their underwear and hosiery on the carpeted floor
where they had been sat since being waylaid just before opening
time.

Now all the female members of the gang who had posed as the banks
staff in their stolen uniforms were gathering with the money and
credit and debit card account details they had stolen.

"Where's the boss" asked the bespectacled woman wearing the name "
Trish Willis"

"Just finishing up in the Managers office with DJ" relied "Alison
Fletcher" although the real Alison sat gagged and tied in black
opaque pantyhose and red satin bra matching panties hidden beneath
her nylons her shiny blonde hair cut neatly above her neck.

In the Managers office "The Boss" Jean Grieg and Donna Jacobs were
finishing up.
Jean wore the Cream colour blouse light grey pinstripe jacket and
above the knee pencil skirt and matching shoes that she had divested
from the 38 year old Manageress, an attractive auburn haired woman
Roberta White. She now sat on a chair in sexy strapless black and
white striped basque, black frilly lace panties, her four garter
straps tugging at the welts of her dark welts of her contrast seamed
light grey nylon stocking clad legs, legs now held together by tight
red rope around ankles, calves and thighs. Her bound wrist sat in
her lap and her arms had been secured above both elbows
tightly,several turns under and above her 36D Bust and looped around
upper arms pinned them against a shapely body. Turns of rope around
her waisy and shoulders held her back to back with the person who
sat tied up behind her. Roberta's 18 year old daughter Emma was on a
break from the young ladies college she attended and had been an
unwitting victim of the gang that now held her hostage. Donna now
wore Emma'S stolen college uniform of short dark blue skirt,
burgundy blazer bearing the college crest, white long sleeved cotton
blouse and blue tie with burgundy diagonal strips, as she like the
girl had a similar build as well as long dark hair. Unlike her
mother, who sat in stocking feet, Emma had been left with her flat
black court shoes, but was now bound in dark nearly black pantyhose,
plain frilly trimmed black panties over the top and her firm young
breast contained in a skimpy black cotton bra. She was tied in a
similar manner to her mother, both womens ankles connected to each
others by a shorter cord that pulled their feet onto toes beneath
the seats. Both mother and daughters mouths bulged with the pairs of
large unseemly a briefs that had been stuffed inside and sealed in
with wide strips of silver duct tape
Across the office was what they had hoped would be their salvation
been this to had disappeared.





Mrs Roth had been right about the two WPCs, for Sgt Penny Heath and
Constable Danielle Taylor had in fact not left the bank, due to
several factors, firstly upon entering the Manager's office in the
bank, they had discovered the REAL Manageress being held hostage and
secondly they were now tied and gagged themselves, thus preventing
their leaving and as necessitated by the discovery, both women
officers had been relieved of their clothes.

Both policewomen had found themselves confronted by what they
thought was initially two robbers, however the chloroform soaked
cloths clamped over their mouths and nose's and the subsequent
futile struggles to grab at the hands of unseen assailants from
behind, who had gripped them across the upper arms and chest, put
pay to this, as the muffled noises of distress from them both
subsided, as the hazel eyed brunette Sgt and the pretty blue eyed
blonde Constable sucumbed to the drug and their eyes fluttered shut.


Now fully concious again, the two officers found themselves
restrained and undressed and the two male customers would have been
delighted to find that they had been correct about the choice of
underwear the lady cops had on. Roberta and her daughter had been
witness, as they watched two of the gang of robbers, already in the
stolen dark blue staff uniforms of jackets skirts and shoes, as well
as blouses and chiffon scarves from two of her Cashiers, Ella
Cadwell and Yvonne Gates.

Already in dark pantyhose these two along with Donna and Jean had
set about the task of stripping the two police officers with gusto
knowing how embaressed and helpless these women would be when they
awoke minus their uniforms and unable to do anything about it.
As they lay out cold on the floor, the crooks who were going to
impersonate them, began to remove Penny and Danielle's clothing,
placing the bowler style hats on a table, before unbuttoning the
dark tunics and unclipping the chequered cravats from their necks.
Taking off the girls black leather gloves, Jean and Donna had sat
the officers up and they now lay against the felons shoulders, as
their tunics were removed.
Dropped back on the floor, the narrow belts around the skirts waist
were unbuckled and they were rolled onto their fronts so as the
small clasp and zippers on the skirts could be undone. Both officers
had the dark slip on shoes slid off stocking feet, so that the
skirts didn't snag as they were tugged over full hips and down
shapely legs.

As the two others rolled their unfortunate clothes donors onto their
backs to continue stripping them, Jean and Donna took lengths of red
rope and began to loop it round and in between the female Sgt and
Constables sheer dark nyloned legs, at the ankles, calves and above
the knees, holding them securely together.Propping them up so as to
remove the tight white unform shirts, that had stretched so tightly
across their ample chest and sliding them off revealed that both
officers had on silky half slips, as Penny Heath's 36c breast were
cupped inside a white floral print longline cotton bra, her white
slip was removed to reveal a matching panty girdle with garters that
held her dark welted stockings, on milky white firm thighs and
slender legs. Danielle wore a dark blue satin and lace wonderbra
containing 34d bosoms and the removal of her dark blue slip revealed
matching briefs and garter belt, her straps tugging at the lacy tops
of black sheer stockings on lightly tanned thighs and shapely legs.

As Donna and Jean finished binding the two stripped policewomen,
their replacements began to dress in their new disguises.
So it was that Penny and Danielle found themselves with wrist
crossed and hands bound behind their backs and rope around toned
waist and lower arms and more under their cleavage and around their
upper arms pinning them. Seveal more turns across their chest and
shoulders, looped under both armpits and back across the lower neck
held the upper arms even tighter against their curvy bodies.
Sat against the wall side by side the two undressed WPC's looked at
each other and tried to communicate although this came out out as a
series of muffled noises. Unlike the other captives who were tape
gagged, the officers had strips of their own torn silky slips packed
to bulging in the cavities of their mouths, held by cotton cloths
pulled nice and taut over their lower jaws and lips, then double
knotted beneath their neat tidy buns at the back of their necks.
Struuggling futlely, the officers unrelenting ropes around legs and
bodies, with the only soft moans escaping their gagged mouths both
officers realised this might be a long wait for rescue





Amy Saunders, a stunning 5"10 leggy and slender, Red-headed cashier
had managed to manouvre herself into a standing position. Although
stiff from her bindings the 27 year old woman had begun the steady
process of bunny hopping towards the partially open office door in
order to try and raise the alarm. Like her 4 female colleagues she
had been ambushed as soon as she had entered the building that
morning. A gloved hand had clamped over her mouth and she was told
to stay quiet, as it dawned on her that a number of armed women
stood inside the bank. Raising her hands the ponytailed Red haired
woman had entered the break room, where she found two women dressing
in the uniforms of her friends Faye Thompson, a brunette in her 30s
with curly long hair and Alison Fletcher, the Young but bespectacled
Asst Manager, with her blonde hair up, who now minus her glasses
looked quite pretty.

Both women had been stripped to their underwear, though Faye's blue
and cream lace garter belt underwired bra and matching panties ,with
sheer white stockings, was a lot racier then Amy expected. Both
mewed helplessly from behind pieces of silver duct tape and had more
encompassing their legs,from ankle to thigh. Plastic ties bound
their wrist behind each girls back and further rolls of tape wound
right around them at waist and below bust pinned lower and upper
arms to their bodies as they wriggled to no avail the soft rustle of
bound nyloned legs moving helplessly together the only sound. Even
the womens heels had been removed and Amy resigned herself to the
fact that now she too would be divested of her clothes. Once
stripped down to her smooth dark opaque nylon pantyhose and black
figure hugging silky camisole with red frilly bust and leg trim, she
had joined her fellow workmates on the floor tied in tape. A folded
cloth had been crammed into her mouth and sealed in with duct tape
and she had joined the choir of muffled noise, as she sat,
undressed, bound and gagged, as another woman pinned her name badge
to her stolen disguise.

Later they had been joined by 24 year old Trish Willis, who with
young face, short Brown bobbed hair and grey/green eyes had been
somewhat embaressed as she and blonde 40 year old customer service
Asst. Kathy Poole had been forced to remove their uniforms. Trish
had worn a sexy purple and white waspie garter belt with purple bra
and thong briefs and nude stockings, whilst Kathy wearing her long
hair up, wore Dark Spanx control top hose with a white longline
girdle and white wonderbra that kept her in shape. Both women soon
Joined their colleagues in muffled bondage as they to were replaced.


The gang had long since departed with their loot as well as the
girls stolen clothing, leaving them distressed and clad only in
their smalls.

Now Amy hopped out the door, her efforts slow and exhausting as the
tape gag inhibited breathing and her 36d breast jiggled up and down
as she bounced painfully in hosed feet.
She got to the managers office and peered in and noted the the
manageress andher daughter bound and gagged on chairs, the two
stocking and underwear clad policewomen squirming and mewing
furiously.
Amy continued hop to the banks double doors "Hemf Hemf" she had
yelled until the sight of the nubile young red head gagged and tied
in her underwear had drawn attention and the police were called.

Finally when they had entered they had found all the women including
the WPCs embaressed and distressed as well as very stiff and numb
from their prolonged bondage. To add insult to injury both female
police officers mobile phones had been switched to vibrate and then
placed inside the front of their panties where they were subjected
to the indignity of the phones vibrating in their underwear as the
station tried to contact them when they failed to report in. This
had led to the frantic helpless squirming Amy had witnessed.
Mrs Roth had reappeared at the breaking of news replying
sarcastically with the banks slogan "hah YOUR MONEYS SAFE"

THE END