Flying Club ( posted with permission)

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Flying Club ( posted with permission)

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Flying Club


by
Count-Phoenix


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Squadron Leader Sam Brown marched confidently towards her smart sports car, her prim RAF blue formfitting uniform hugging her curves,
blue cotton shirt and dark tie. Her shiny black heels echoed off the tarmac as shapely sheer barely black nylon calves carried her forward,
her swagger mixed with a sway. The sun shone off the polished black peak of her uniform cap that sat atop the stunning officers plaited
auburn red hair, pinned into a french roll, piercing blue eyes were focused and her glossy moist cherry red lips inhaled as she approached,
oblivious to the eyes taking in her every step, from inside the van parked beside her car.

Her brown leather gloved hands gripped the cars keys in her left hand, whilst her right gripped the attache case containing her orders and
the documents she had been given, a long strapped leather handbag hung on her shoulder. The lights flickered once as the car unlocked,
but Sam now bent to open the drivers door her tunic pulling tighter to her figure, the skirt stretching over her firm butt, the faint tantalising
outline of suspender tabs beneath, now displayed, unaware of the vans side door sliding back, thus the gloved hand that clamped over her
mouth silenced her soft feminine mewling, as another arm snaked around her body, pinning both arms against the svelte figure, as the strong
individual who held Sam lifted the Squadron leader out of sight and inside, her gossamer covered legs kicking the air futilely, the door closing
her off from prying eyes.

Inside the cool van, the beautiful RAF officer was soon rendered silent by the balled up cloth forced into her mouth, thumbed in deep by the
second individual, whilst his compatriot gripped the struggling woman tight. Full, glossy lips moulded into the wide strips of silver duct tape
stretched over her mouth, completing the effective gag.
Sam found hands quickly and expertly began divesting her of the tight smart uniform...



Inside the semi dark van, the auburn haired beauty was subdued by her assailants. The struggles had caused the tight uniform skirt to ruck up,
so now the lacy stocking tops and suspender clasp were highlighted against firm milky white thighs. A fine mist emanated from a a spray and the
young Squadron Leader felt light headed, her surroundings swimming and she realized that she had been chloroformed. Something both soft and
rough was pushed against her glossy lips and thumbed into her oral cavity, the women's panties overfilling her mouth, forcing her cheeks out and
creeping between those same distended lips.
Sammie heard a tearing sound as the roll of silver duct tape was opened, then the sticky sensation against her soft left cheek as it was wrapped in
a thick layer around her lower jaw. Sam moaned softly, her head lolling, finally she was gagged and deftly she was undressed. The brown leather gloves
were removed, before the shiny buttons of her figure hugging tunic, with the rank rings on the cuffs.

As one of the 2 individuals stripped Sam, the other continued preparing all the bondage materials. The second captor seemed slight even feminine in
build and movement as they readily helped.
Sam's jacket was slid off her shoulders and svelte body, revealing her dark tie and crisp blue cotton uniform shirt clinging to her curvy busty form.
As she was lent back, still semi conscious, the tight shirt stretched over the 34D cup bust the outline of her bra visible through fabric of the top half
of the uniform. Unclipping the tie the feminine figure unbuttoned the shirt down to the wide burgundy and blue duty belt and tucked in the skirts waistband.

The cotton garment was removed to reveal the black lace trim of a purple satin bra containing two 34 D breast.
The other abductor began tying the hit RAF officer up with ropes. Each binding was doubled up and fed through a loop then tightened to secure Miss Brown
around her toned midriff and lower arms, Her wrist bound together and clinched. As he passed bonds under her bra cups, he observed the rhythmic falling
and rising of her boobs, before passing the ropes under each arm and back across black lace bra straps and heaving chest.
Sam had been the youngest Squadron leader ever appointed and it was apparent that her beauty matched her brains but it was also why she had been chosen
for abduction which given the view in front was not an unpleasant task. With the top half of her uniform gone the other captor began undressing and was revealed
as a woman when she began to undress and put on Sam's stolen clothes
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Re: Flying Club ( posted with permission)

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