The Wedding pt 2 ( posted with permission)

[esercito sconfitto]

The Wedding Part II

by
Count-Phoenix



The security had been quite tight for such a big society wedding, but nevertheless, the cleaning crew had been able to get in and take up positions for when the rest of the group arrived. Two WPCs stood on duty to question the credentials of anyone entering, Sammie, a pretty blonde with her hair pinned in a tidy bun and big brown eyes; her partner was grey-eyed Dana, her raven hair bound in a ponytail. They both wore uniforms of serge tunics and knee length skirts, white cotton gloves, cravats and crisp white shirts and bowler style hats. The two pretty female constables were about to go on duty when one of the cleaning staff walked into their room. "Hello," she said with a wide smile. "Can you do something for me?" "What?' Sammie asked. The 'maid' slipped a pistol out from her apron and held it on the two policewoman. "Shut your mouths!" she said with a wide grin. Both WPCs opened their mouths to cry out, but the false maid gestured threateningly with the pistol. "I said shut it!" she snapped. When she saw them both close their mouths and raise their hands, she smiled. "Good. Now, take your clothes off." Both policewomen started to protest, but were cut off by the threat of the gun. Reluctantly, they both started to undress, slipping out of their serge tunics and knee length skirts. The woman grinned as Sammie slipped her skirt off, down her legs clad in dark nylon control top pantyhose, leaving her clad in only a figure-hugging blue camisole. Beside her, Dana stood in a pink satin bra and black lacy briefs, her hands raised, glaring at the false maid in helpless anger. Under her ruthless directions, they sat back-to-back and she bound them with zip ties and cotton rope, ignoring their protests, she pulled them tight until they dug into the WPCs' scantily-clad bodies. Forcing woman's underwear into their mouths, she gagged them with a tight cleave gag, then left them there. Their legs bound tightly, they kicked at the floor, trying to make some sound, but the soft carpet muffled it. They cried out, but their futile calls for help were swallowed by the cleave gags and warm moist women's under apparel that filled their mouths fully. They struggled, but the ropes bit harder into their soft flesh, underwear and silky nylon, and it would not give. Gasping for breath, the two pretty constables gave up their futile struggles, and sat, waiting for a rescue. However, they would have a long wait: in a small out-of-the-way anteroom, at that precise moment, their female sergeant and the three other WPC's in the their detachment were already chewing on panties and cleave gags, stripped at gunpoint and to their underwear and hosiery. Their attractive 42-year-old fit female Sergeant, with her grey blonde collar length hair, was stripped to her white long line girdle and bra and black pantyhose, loops of tight rope encircling her; two of her helpless young constables sat beside her, a stunning green eyed, red head young constable and a beautiful, slender blonde woman officer, helpless and embarrassed in nothing but stockings, tight skimpy bras, panties, and garter belts and finally a blue-eyed brunette in a black and red floral print bra with matching panties, legs clad in sheer dark control top pantyhose. The helpless officers wriggled and squirmed uselessly, watching as the armed impostors who had ambushed them and taken them captive dressed the stolen uniforms, taking their radios, equipment belts along with their protective body vest. When they were finished, they placed duct tape over the officer's eyes to deprive them of vision, then sprayed them with a fine chloroform mist. The captive officers' helpless cries grew quieter, their struggles slowed as the mist took its affect, then silence reigned as the door was shut and locked. A well shaped plan was now taking place, the police security was now replaced and rendered impotent.

Meanwhile, elsewhere. . .