"W.O.T " by guinnesstj ( 2012 )

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W.O.T


by guinnesstj,


W.O.T

Malovia is an old declining empire, a patchwork quilt of old states, having recently to let allow self determination to the people of Cointreau and watching them form the Republic of Cointreau was humiliating enough, especially how the international community freely gave their approval but recently their have been a number of terrorist attacks in the country. Firstly a police officer was brutally murdered, this didn't arouse suspicion as this happens from time to time but then a car explodes outside a minor government building; it only dealt with admin but the point was clear something was happening. The army was called to mobilise and they now patrol the streets and the mechanised units are patrolling the Malovian – Cointreau border. This a almost a wild barren desert with little their baring the rather brutal plant life. Since the tanks are quite small all Molavian tanks are crewed by women and there are four in each tank. But these are new designs untested properly and since their deployment reports have been coming back complaining about consent over heating from the new experimental engines.

The armies response is swift they send out a team of mechanics to look at the problem and once again Molavian mechanics are female, its more traditional than anything they've always been considered to have nimbler fingers and a better understanding of problem solving than males.

Spectrum, the Molavian secret police, has been listening to these reports and to the armies decision and believe it's stupid and dangerous at times like these. Ramovia who is the head of this dept has called for her two best female agents to report in. They arrive Elina is a blonde 5"7` with smaller tits but made up in her atheism and she is followed by Angelika a 5"8` brunette originally of Polish decent.
"As you know the army is having problems with their mechanised divisions. The army is sending a team of mechanics, some who worked on the original prototypes to inspect the problem. Your assignment is to infiltrate the mechanics, keep an eye on proceedings from a distance if possible and make sure nothing unusual happens.
"Are we certain these attacks have been carried out by Cointreau?" Said Angelika
"The man who killed the Police officer was born here but all his family live in Cointreau and we believe he was persuaded to commit the attack.
"When do we leave?" Announced Elina, who seemed more eager than Angelika to get going.

Cut to the desert camp and beside the range of living, and eating tents there are six tents all lined up abreast to each other. In five of the tents there is a Molavian tank with the crew doing maintenance or just avoiding the heat from the mid day sun. Over to the left of this there appears to be a dune but over the other side it's opened up to reveal a mechanics shop. It's in fact a fully equip shop for vehicle maintenance in the field and cleverly disguised as a sand dune. Inside there is a team of eight mechanics in blue overalls some standing around the rear of the tank others sitting on and inspecting the engine bay.

Sophie known by her organisation of Operative XX is grouched in a fox hole holding binoculars watching the proceedings. She works for Cointreau secret services and has been tasked to infiltrate the mechanic team and discover as much information about Molavian tanks as she can and sabotage their equipment if possible. The only way to get close enough to find anything out is to acquire a mechanics uniform.

The plan set

She realizes the best way to infiltrate the group will be at the end of play when they disperse around the camp for food and relaxation. As the desert sun descends and the light becomes poor the team finish for the day, Operative XX knows it's time to strike. The camp is makeshift and not guarded and she slips in easily, her camouflage clothing is not unlike her enemies so her presence is no clear threat. She spots one of the mechanics she recognised, with distinct blonde hair almost Scandinavian in it's colour she's also a similar build to O XX. She's heading into her personnel tent, because the mechanics also development engineers are highly qualified and are given an honorary high rank they therefore get there own tent.

She heads into her tent and the door crashes shut, she yarns a stretches it's been a long day. Grabbing her near by towel she throws it on the bed and she sits on the bed and begins to take her boots off; O XX walks into the tent and the door crashes shut.

"Do you not know to knock private… Well I think you're a private where are your rank badges?" The enraged technician bellows at O XX and she drops her socks into her boots.

"I know when to knock and when to knock out." Coyly replies O XX as she strolls over and picks up a metal jug. The blonde isn't quite sure what is happening or how to react and this mysterious woman begins stroking her cheek sensually.

"Who are ahh!" Is all she gets out before the thud of a jug crashing into her at high speed knocks her unconscious? Lying on the bed nicely co-operative O XX sets to work, under her bed she finds rope. She pulls the top half of her overalls off to her waits revealing her olive drab tank top and starts by binding the blonde's wrists to the head of her cot. She pulls the legs of the overalls off her onto the floor revealing the rather sexy looking full back cream nylon panties she wearing.

"Bit much for doing man's work."

O XX takes one her victims ankles at a time and tied each one to the bottom post of the cot, leaving her legs spread.

"Right I've got you secure but work doesn't start again until tomorrow morning at eight I need to keep you quite for twelve hours… and myself amused. She looks around the tent it's rather well appointed with solid furniture and a double skin to the tent itself to help heat insulation, offer a bit more privacy and keep noise insulation. Still this won't be enough something will be needed to keep this blonde bimbo forcefully silent. O XX stares at her latest conquest sleeping soundly and can't help notice her cute little panties and this sparks an idea. She goes over to her still packed suit case and fetches out a rather erotic pair of purple sheer panties with a flowery waist.
"Slightly saucy are we madam? But why on duty, well I guess we have to be prepared for all possibilities don't we." She gives a cheeky smile to her unconscious friend.



Operation

Unfortunately for you I'll have to keep you occupied until tomorrow, can't have you making noise and disturbing people can we?
She slips out of her cotton brief panties and folds them into a ball. She inserts the still warm undergarments into the technicians' willing mouth, feel naughty she slips into the tight fitting erotic panties.
`Hmm sexy but deadly you know dear. ` She chuckles to herself as she grabs a green cloth to cleave gag her captor with.
`Nicely venerable just how I like them to be; well maybe a little younger but I guess your ok lie thirty? I prefer a good ten years younger myself but… `
She's mindlessly comments to herself as she strokes and fondles the helpless, unconscious Captain. She fingers the top edge of the khaki camisole, fondling the healthy breasts over the drab fabric. She becomes bolder in her gestures and moves from the edge of the top to letting her hand just creep inside to her hand feeling the hard bullet of the ladies nipples. Getting aroused herself, she manipulated herself while she fondles the healthy pair of fun bags. Slowly O XX notices the girl moving slightly in her sleep, and a sly smile on her face and after a while a moan cross her muffled lips. She begins to squirm in her bonds unconscious to their existence but to the rhythm of the erotic tune, in her encased hands her fingers open and close tight. O XX took a knife out and just snipped the straps of the camisole and rolled the top around her waist. Now she could lightly glide her nails across her belly up onto her purt mounds with elegance, O XX lent in and began kissing her belly button and slowly lowering her gentle kisses to the very band of luscious denying barrier that was the ladies panties. The increase in physical contact, the pawing, the groping was causing our little tech expert to become increasingly wet and O XX noticed, she began pawing at the nylon barrier between this world and ecstasy her nails stroking the fabric like a frustrated minx. It must be imagined the tech thought she was having a hot dream. Then it dawned on her, her mind awoken to the fact she shouldn't be feeling like this her eyes shot open and her head repealed at the blurred sight of another woman! Her head sink into the pillow and she tried to push the figure away with her hands but they wouldn't budge, then she noticed her muffled screams and the cloth in her mouth. She realised her breasts were on display and began to get afraid of what was happening to her. O XX noticed the worried expression of the attractive girls face.
`Don't worry darling, I just need to borrow your uniform and identity for a while. But since that's tomorrow there is no reason why we can't have fun together. `
At that she rips the techs panties straight off her thighs and techy gave a loud screech into her panty gag.

As the morning dawn rose O XX woke to find she was embracing techy and even the girl herself had been sleeping with a smile on her face; must have enjoyed something. O XX got out of bed and started putting on the uniform, she slid out of the panties she wore last night and slipped into some rather fetching almost florissant orange boy shorts kind of lacy but comfy for today's task. With the addition of a lacy white bra and sheer pantyhose she pads over and gets into the overalls.






Sorry but thanks for the night

Were O XX's departing words to the tech as she tightened the knots holding her to her own bed, now joined by a crotch rope to make sure she can somehow amuse herself.
`Hope that works fine for you I need to shot off to work in running late, now you be a good girl now. ` O XX leaves the girl in a combination of lustful desire and deep frustration wanting to be released; she gives a frustrated groan and pulls at her constricted hands.

O XX makes her way to the workshop where she finds the other techs gathered around an officer giving an announcement.
`Captain Marie Berry nice you decided to join us. `
`Sorry I was trying up a few loose ends. `
She continued with her lecture while O XX noticed two females in the corner of her eye who weren't wearing overalls she tries to blend in. The two agents discuss between themselves how the late girl doesn't look familiar and they decide to investigate further. They check the computer data base files of all the women sent to work on the tanks and find no-one who even resembles this mysterious woman. There can only be one explanation, she must be an enemy agent and she must be stopped.
`Right we need a plan. ` Angelika explained
`I guess we should try and infiltrate our way onto the team and then dispose of this intruder so as not to cause alarm, we need two uniforms. ` Assured Elina.

Over lunch the two agents scour the premises to find two tech girls who more or less resemble themselves, at least enough to allow them to go about their business. Angelika spots two blue walking around the back of some tents arms intertwined chatting and smiling. The agents follow their path keeping distance so as to not cause suspicion, the girls to behind one of the mechanic garages. The agents are perplexed and wait a minute having a smoke to look inconspicuous in case the girls come back. After the time it takes to smoke a cigarette the agents are certain there ok they creep around to see where they could possible have gone. To Elina's horror she see's the two one sprawled on top of the other making out and kissing passionately. Elina grabs the girl by her hair;
`We need your uniforms love birds, but we'll make sure you get close to one another. `

The two highly qualified lesbians find themselves embracing one another each others arms are wrapped around the other and secured to the base off by a rope running around between their buttocks; the sensation is made worse by their lack of panties. Each girl has a cloth wrapped around their mouths securing the moist garments inside their mouths. Their legs are secured together at the ankles and a rope is wrapped around their torso pushing their bra covered breasts together, they mmhps in a combined felling of sexual frustration and real desire not to be left like this.








Phase two

To the unsuspecting there is nothing wrong with two techs strolling out from behind the mechanical garages. The two newly attired agents make there way back to the inspection shed knowing they've almost acted in treason. O XX has arrived back early and is snooping around the engine bay of one of the tanks, Angelika spots her immediately;
`Eager aren't we. `
Startling 0 XX who almost falls into the engine bay, looks up and almost can't believe what she see's. They look like the women she saw earlier they must be onto me.
`Just thought I'd get a closer look I had an idea to solve some of the stalling problems, thought I'd investigate. ` Improvised 0 XX.
At this point the others start wondering in back to work, the agents realise their chance has gone but 0 XX is relieved it giver her time to think of a way out.

In the afternoon the tech team are working on separate projects, 0 XX heads out seemingly for a smoke but while it appears her full lips are puffing on a cigarette 0 XX is looking for a suitable target to help her make her escape. She spies a new recruit getting a dressing down by her commanding officer 0 XX witnesses how this makes the nineteen year old blonde almost burst into tears. When her commanding officer has left her she rushes to the nearest bathroom which luckily for 0 XX is also a wash room with a lot of stalls. 0 XX heads over to the same washroom doing her best avoid appearing to be rushing. 0 XX struts in and glares at the nubile soldier washing her face.

Private! What is wrong?
Err, err nothing Sergeant just this sand gets into my eyes!
Newly assigned to this base are you?
I'm new to the army Ma'am
I guess you're not familiar with procedure then?
At this point 0 XX pulls out a snub nose revolver and points at the now shocked nubile recruit
Private I want you to be very quite and calm and remove your uniform and nothing to bad will happen to you.
The slightly confused and scarred private obliged

O XX leaves the washroom using her standard issue universal key to lock the bathroom door. Another soldier rushes to the bathroom door holding her crotch but finding it locked she sprints for another bathroom, moaning in desperate need to relieve herself. If only they knew what was going on inside.
Private Rachel O'Neill had her arms bound behind her to a pipe running down the wall. She was sitting comfortably on the seat of a toilet or she would be if her ankles weren't painfully lashed to the toilet base. The biggest embarrassment wasn't the fact that she is wearing flower print panties and bra instead of the military issue cotton panties she should be wearing. But instead her mouth in stuffed with this weird woman's own undergarments held firmly in by her own bra.

0 XX knows she needs to get away from the base ASAP, this uniform should keep that agent off her for know but not long. Maybe a convoy truck could get me out?



Lucy Farrell handed the paper work for the goods she has just dropped off at the base to the logistics officer who dutifully signs and then she takes a final swig of her coffee and prepares to head out on her way. She decides to try for the ladies toilet before she leaves only to find the door locked, weird she thinks but she doesn't bother to investigate.

`Must be out of order just like everything else is around here. `

If she only knew about the bound and struggling occupant inside.

0 XX takes this opportunity to sneak into the back of the truck hiding herself under a sheet of tarpaulin she does her best to stay comfortable. Lucy makes her way back crumbling to herself about how she will now have to stop during her journey to relieve herself.

The truck stops at the exit and is met by the guard who are notoriously slack about checking vehicles leaving the site, a quick look in the back and if nothing obvious is wrong it gets let out. After all better dangerous stuff is let out the camp that it is kept in. A few minutes after the truck had passed through and continued down the road a military police car stops to be let out. The guards are suspicious of this and ask the occupants where there going.

`TOP SECRET YOU KNOW WE COULDN'T LET YOU KNOW! `

Bellows a particularly rude MP and the car is let through and it appears to follow the route of Lucy's truck. Meanwhile in a corner of a aircraft hanger two female MPs sit tightly bound back to back in just there flimsy mesh panties and bra, their mouths firmly held shut with OTM gags. Several miles down the road Lucy's truck is parked in a lay by with Lucy herself a few yards into the woods squatting behind a tree. With the truck stopped 0 XX realises this is her chance and uncovering herself from the tarpaulin she exits the truck quietly and uses her training in ambushing to sneak on her pray picking up a good sturdy stick on the way and uses it to club poor Lucy in mid relief who slouches on the tree trunk.

Some time later the two fake MPs see the truck parked in the lay by and they also pull over. They see the driver just heading back to her truck from the forest smoking a cigarette.

`Lucy Farrell yes? `
`Yes, who are you? `
`Just a general check nothing to worry about what have you been doing? `
`I just got caught short on the drive back to the depot. `
`Right well we need to have a look in the back of your truck. `

Upon inspection all the agents find in an old piece of tarpaulin unsatisfied the MPs decide they must have got the wrong truck.

`Thank you; you may continue your journey. `
`Thank you. `
`Oh by the way you didn't see any strange activity at the camp did you? `


`Can't say I did why what has happened? `
`Careless talk you know that. `
The fake MPs full throttle the car back to the base, pity if they'd just look a hundred yards into the trees they'd see a unconscious and naked Lucy Farrell bound facing a tree with her arms wrapped around the trunk and tied together. I her mouth is her bra and cotton panties held in with a stick with rope wrapped around her head. 0 XX gets back into the truck and eventually makes it back to her base to deliver her technical report on enemy technology and security her mission has been a success.