The Choir

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The Choir
by Lord-Storm,


The Bus bearing the badge and logo of local boarding college Oldwell, pulled up and a slender woman dressed in a tight but very demure dark blue thigh length dress climbed down and was rapidly followed by 12 young ladies, all dressed in dark blazers with the school crest,over their black nylon jumpers, the collars of white shirts sitting over the jumpers v-neck, Smart thigh length green, red and white tartan skirts, black opaque pantyhose and
flat black court shoes with shiny buckles , completed the ensemble.

Emily Ward the museums young deputy curator stood and watched, just a little perturbed by the sight of a choir that looked a bit older then she had expected, but then she had been told these were year 7 pupils and so would be about 17 or 18 and in their last year at the boarding college that took well to do teenagers .

The woman in the blue dress then shook Emily's hand, introducing herself as Miss Timm's the music mistress, she was slender with short curly brown hair and about 5"7 in height. Emily smiled and led them all inside, this little show was her baby and
nothing would go wrong.

Miss Timm's eyed the pretty, bespectacled young blonde woman from behind. Emily wore her hair in a bun, a smart grey skirt suit, and a pink satin blouse, which were complimented by the dark contrast seamed nylons, which from the visible outline of a four strap garter belt she could see beneath Emily 's skirt as she walked, meant they were most definitely stockings, and the click clack of her matching 3" grey heels made her smile, she would enjoy this evening no matter what.

On the far side of town at the old Broomfield juvenile school building Miss Sarah Timm's sat tape gagged and tied to a beam clad only in her sheer blue pantyhose and blue satin body underwear, around her mewling helplessly sat 12 pretty young ladies all stripped down to cotton underwear and black pantyhose,tied and gagged and not very happy.

Miss Sarah Timms had met the school bus at the main entrance. An elegant, tall, slender woman of 27, she was one of the youngest music mistresses at the college, as well as one of the prettiest. The female driver of the bus opened the door and was greeted by the teacher, who with her long red hair tied back in a pony tail, held with a ribbon, tied in a bow and clad in short dark blue tight dress, blue pantyhose and blue shoes looked stunning, not like any tutor she had met.

Miss Timms did not recognise the driver, but thought it was a school vehicle so the driver was just knew. The driver watched though her dark shades as the the 12 pretty, slender girls of the choir embarked, all dressed smartly in their uniforms, buckled court shoes and dark pantyhose, some wearing ribbons in a similar fashion to Miss Timms, in well groomed shiny hair. All the girls were chatting excitedly, four sat at the back next to each other, whilst the rest paired off, sitting randomly as there were more seats then girls.

Finally Miss Timms climbed on-board and sat just behind the driver, who got a great view of the teachers thighs as her tight dress rose up, now there was something to look forward too.

Sarah Timms mulled over hers and the girls predicament as she mewled for help through her gag, which consisted of a pair of panties held firm by several strips of wide silver tape.
The nylon ropes that held her crossed wrist behind the beam, also held the silky blue underwear clad body around her waist, then more above and below her firm bust pulled into her as she struggled. Unlike her charges she was standing, so her shapely legs had been secured at the ankles, calves and thighs to the beam, and made a rustling noise against the sheer blue pantyhose as she moved, but her bonds were unrelenting.

When the driver had stopped and feigned a problem with the bus, she was only mildly concerned, but suddenly 4 masked individuals had appeared and she had tried to stop them getting on, only to be pushed down in her seat by the driver.

"Whats going on" she demanded " What do you want"

"You'll soon find out" the driver replied "now sit down and shut up"

As the 4 newcomers climbed on, some of the girls started to scream.

"Be quiet, do as your told and no-one will get hurt, were just going to
inconvenience you for a little while" one of the 4 newcomers said.

The four then set about chloroforming several of the girls, who gave in after only a brief struggle.

"Don't worry, this will make it harder for the remainder to move as we knocked out all the girls in aisle seats, they will look like their asleep and the others will be easier to control. Several girls noticed how they were being leered at and looked down into their laps, aware that the short skirts showed off shapely legs.

The bus drove about 15 minutes until it arrived at some old school grounds. Miss Timms was alarmed to see that it was Broomfield, a now defunct school for juveniles. Upon arrival the conscious choir girls were greeted by a group of young rough looking women who eyed the slender, leggy young ladies with some appreciation, the unconscious girls were then carried off over shoulders and the pretty red-headed tutor and her charges were led into what had been a changing room for a gym.

"Right now Miss" the curly haired woman who had driven removed her shades addressed Sarah "time for us to change".

A dozen girls about 18 to 20 in tracksuits came and joined the driver and her four female companions, each placed a holdall on the floor and opened it to reveal tape, rags and lots of rope.

"Pick a girl" she told the new group "and now young ladies please remove your clothes quickly quietly and give them to the girls"

Reluctantly the Oldfield girls began to remove their clothes, starting with their blazers, the unconscious girls were rather rapidly stripped as they lay out cold.

As she helplessly watched, the woman turned to Miss Timms and said " you to, I need your clothes and i'm looking forward to this, if the form you've shown in your clothes is anything to go by."

Slowly Sarah unzipped her tight blue dress and shimmied her curves out of them, she certainly didn't disappoint. As each girl stripped, they laid their clothes on the wooden bench behind, or hung them on the hooks of a rail that ran between the 2 rows of back to back seats. Finally when all of the choir girls stood in only their matching cotton
underwear sets, half in pale blue sets, half in pink and black nylon hose, they were made to sit on both sides of the bench's, where they had their wrist crossed and tied in front them. Then each girls arms were raised above their heads and tied to the overhead railing, by this time the unconscious had come round and were enduring the same. Then each girls arms were then cinch tied above the elbows, their ankles and thighs then bound tightly together and their shoes removed.
Each girl then rather indignantly had a cloth pushed into to their mouths, which was then sealed by strips of silver tape stretched over lips and smoothed up cheeks, reducing them to muffled protest.
Those with ribbons in their hair or wearing jewelry, were robbed of this too which led to some quiet but helpless sobbing.

The girls in tracksuits removed them, to reveal underwear and dark pantyhose and began to dress in their disguises, as their prisoners looked on MMMPHING through gags until they finally resembled the now captive choir.

Meanwhile the stunning Miss Timms who had been divested of her dress and shoes, stood
against a beam also securely tied and gagged in hose and underwear.

"Ok lets go" she called to the imposter choir "but first don't forget to give the girls their presents"

Powder was shaken inside each girls panties and they began to squirm helplessly, Miss Timms tight bonds and single piece underwear spared her this humiliation.

"Don't worry" laughed one of the impostors " someone will find you, oh and by the way enjoy the itching powder"

"Plesh domf leef ush liep thish" Sarah mumbled through her gag, then joined by a crescendo of frustrated squirming girls "Helf Pliesh Helf Uf" the swish of ropes against nylon, as the itching powder took affect and the sound of the bus disappeared.


The Choir PT2




Pretty dark haired Jennifer Hirato, a 24 year anglo-japanese girl, sat with her
friend ,brown haired Clara Gibson, or rather back to back, as this is how they had
been tied tightly together in their sheer tan control top pantyhose, panties and
bra's. Both girls sat wrist bound tightly in their laps, legs firmly secured
around ankles and above knees, all with silver duct tape. It was the same tape that
held them unyieldingly at the waist and shoulders and held the wadding in their
mouths, as they helplessly mumbled muffled sounds of distress,whilst the 2 "new"
guards finished putting on the caps that completed the stolen Grant Security
uniforms they had both been wearing earlier.
Like Emily Ward ,who now stood hand gagged and restrained they had been taken by
surprise and overpowered by the girls in the college uniforms and their teacher,
the speed and number of attackers had made the assault quick and one sided.
Both guards had remained semi concious as they had been stripped of their ties,
caps,tight short sleeved biege cotton shirts and short dark brown uniform skirts
and brown slip-on heels, Miss Ward a reluctant spectator.

"Take Miss Ward to her office," the curly haired woman in the blue dress, who was
obviously the groups leader had ordered.

"What are your doing" demanded Emily.

"You'll soon find out" she replied, as Emily was escorted away by the
replacement guards.

"Bye girls, enjoy your break" Curly teased as Jennifer glared and mumbled abuse
at the rapidly closing door, which was then locked, cutting her off and plunging
both guards into darkness.
Upstairs Curly joined 3 choir girls and the 2 fake guards in Miss Wards office.

"Who are you and why are you here" asked Emily.

"I think you'll have to wait for all your answers, but for the purpose of this
operation i will be Miss Black" replied the curly haired woman.

A girl in tartan skirt and white blouse, no jumper or blazer appeared, blonde
hair in a bun like Miss Wards.

"Right Miss Ward, time to get undressed, we need your clothes" Miss Black stated
matter of fact.

"WHAT, NO!" exclaimed Emily.

"Either strip or the the girls will do it for you and they may not be so gentle
" demanded Miss Black.

This threat prompted Emily into reluctant and resigned action.

"How many additional security" asked Miss Black.

"Six, all female WPCs, 5 constables and 1 sergeant" called 1 of her cohorts.

"Good" said Miss Black " go and let the rest of our girls in" she told one of
the fake security guard "and lets get prepared

Miss Black had left Emily Wards office where the fake museum deputy was
finishing dressing in the smart blouse shoes and suit of the real one. She was
on her way to check on the new arrivals, 4 pretty WPCs she had observed arriving
30 minutes earlier.

Upstairs Emily now sat gagged and tightly bound on her leather backed
chair.After removing her suit, shoes and blouse, she had stood in a black silk
and lacy slip that contrasted with her pink bra with black straps and trim. When
this had been removed a black nylon OBG with a pink diamond panel and 4 straps
on each milky thigh tugging at stocking welts, the outline of pink and black
matching briefs beneath.
There had hardly been time for her to be embaressed before she was sat on the
chair behind Emilys desk both arms pulled behind the chair back and rope wound
and looped around and between her wrist then cinched above the elbows with more
turns pulling both shoulders back and thrusting her cleavage prominently
forward. Rope around her nylon clad thighs and ankles completed her bondage.The
wrist and ankles joined under the seat by another piece of rope, then several
turns over girdled hips and bra strapped shoulders held her in place.

"Please you ca numph" Emily began to protest before the wadded rag was pushed
non to gently into her mouth.

A knotted cleave gag was then secured behind moist lips and behind white teeth,
then finally Miss wards glasses were removed so suddenly only the closes things
were in focus.

Emily began a futile struggle "You carn leef me lipe thif Pleafh" she begged,
her plea's ignored as Miss Black left.

Downstairs Miss Black greeted the 4 smartly uniformed WPCs. She had watched from
Miss Wards office as they had climbed from 2 patrol cars in pairs and walked to
the museums rear door all were slender and athletic and although she was
expecting 6 officers she was not unduly alarmed at the arrival of the first 4,
in fact it might make things easier.

"Hello officers" said Miss Black " i do
hope everything checked out ok"

"It did indeed" replied a an officer with dark hair cut in a bob style, before
opening a nearby door.

"Constables Wendy Scott, June Watts, Bella Deans and Tess Robins not reporting
for duty" she smirked, as the nubile young figures of 2 blondes, a brunette and
a red-head were revealed, heads slumped unconcious on chest, all gagged and tied
tightly in sheer dark nylons and underwear.

Brunette WPC Wendy Scott climbed from the drivers side of her patrol car and was
joined by the cars driver and partner June Watts, the older of 2 sisters who
served at the local station. Wendy wore her hair short and neat above her
collar, whilst Junes was in a plaited bun. They were joined by their 2 fellow
officers WPC Bella Deans whose flame red hair was pulled up into a bun and
blonde ponytailed Tess Robins, all 4 slender, pretty, athletic officers dressed
identically for this duty.

Each girl wore the bowler style hat with chequered black and white band matching
the smart cravat at their necks, dark blue uniform tunics and knee length skirts
with sheer dark nyloned legs disappearing into shiny lace up shoes. Around each
girls waist was the equipment belt with radio pouch and battery clipped to it,
small torch, rigid cuffs and keys hanging off, glove pouch, then the issue
retractable baton along with a small cs gas spray, each girl wore leather gloves
and really looked smart, what a pity Miss Black had thought.

They had been admitted by one of the 2 fake security guards who led them to the
room which was allocated for their base inside. The unfortunate, unsuspecting
officers had entered the room which was oddly in darkness.
June had gone first and as she swiched on the light she and her colleagues had
recieved a fine burst of chloroform spray from to hooded individuals who had
been hiding in the room. The first 2 girls collapsed side by side with the other
2 falling on top of them. Quickly they were pulled further in the room by 4
hooded women who stripped off their own clothes and then rapidly began divesting
the unconcious female police officers of their uniforms, whilst 2 others began
to prepare the ropes and gags.
The WPCs were each laid on a sheet to keep their clothes clean, Wendy and Bella's
caps had come off when they'd passed out, so only June and Tess, the two
blondes had to have their headgear removed. All 4 were pulled into a seated
position,heads lolling against their assailants shoulders as the equipment belts
were removed.

Unclipping the cravats, each girls tunic was unbuttoned then slid off their
shoulders and laid next to them revealing their tight white cotton long sleeved
shirts with epaulettes, stretched over firm bust, the outline of their upper
underwear visible beneath. The black leather gloves were removed, so as when the
cotton blouses were unbuttoned at the cuffs and down the front, it was easier to
take them off. Wendys white lacy floral bra was revealed, as was the top part of
Tess's red and black basque, June wore a pink full silky slip and Bella's was
black. After unlacing and taking their shoes they bound the officers ankles, thighs and
calves tightly together, then turned them on to their chest and unfastened the
skirts single clasp, before drawing the zipper to stop and tugging one each over
shapely hips to reveal that neither Tess or Wendy had a slip on. Wendy's black
issue control top pantyhose with her floral lace panties beneath over firm
buttocks, were exposed as was the rest of the red and black basque, black lace
briefs and garters that held up Tess's sheer black stockings.
The removal of Junes slip, revealed pale blue camisole and pantyhose, Whilst
Bella's black wonderbra, garter belt, black thong panties, with small red bow, the
garter straps pulling at the welts of black lace topped stockings.

"Well" exclaimed one of the impostor Policewomen as they got dressed "some of
these female cops sure do wear racy undies beneath those smart uniforms."

Meanwhile the 4 captives had their wrist and elbows tied tightly behind their
backs. Sat up, doubled up turns of rope passed all the way around the waist and
lower arms and several turns under, then above their firm breast and upper arms
forced each girls bust into greater prominence. To add more discomfort all 4
were crotch roped, then finally a sponge ball filled their mouth cavities, a
large rectangle of microfoam tape then moulded itself over 4 sets of glossy
moist lips.

"Now to keep these girls all quiet for the duration" said one of the hooded
women, as 4 gauze pads were soaked in chloroform, then one by one held over the
girls nose and gagged mouths and a large rag tied over their faces to hold it in
place.

"Sweet dreams ladies" said the blonde now dressed in Junes Uniform, as the
sleeping WPC hostages were propped up next to each other, " lets get ready for
the other 2."


The Choir PT3



Sergeant Gail Taylor was an attractive, 43yr old blonde career officer, whose
only concern at the moment was how she was going to escape her current
predicament.
She was sat bound to a hard wooden chair, rope around her sheer dark nyloned
ankles and calves, hands tied in her lap, all the dark police uniform she had
worn including shoes gone, leaving only the longline white bra and panties that
she had pulled on this morning along with the charcoal black stockings held by
the garter clips in the legs of the panties. Several turns of rope across her
panty clad thighs and under the seat held her firm. Ropes above her elbows and
under the bust pinioned both arms against her body.

As she struggled the bonds around the waist and shoulders pulled tight elicting
helpless muffled sounds from young WPC April Watts, younger sister of the
already captured June Watts. The pretty brunette her hair in a neat tight bun,
sat behind her sergeant, held by the skiens of rope that encompassed both their
shoulders and waist and bound in the same fashion, sponge balls filling their
mouths, held with a large strip of microfoam tape to gag them, reducing the
noise of their discomfort. April was clad in sheer black stockings, pink satin
bra,briefs and waspie garter belt. Both officers wer crotch roped, the bindings
tied to their wrist, meant any hand movements pulled the rope up between their
legs, although the hi cut cotton knickers Gail wore beneath the longline panties
eased her discomfort.

They could only gag talk to one another in a muffled mumble as 2 impostors now
finished dressing in the uniforms that had been stolen from the newcomers.

"Wha du yu tink thay wunf" April mumbled through her gag.

"I dome no buc wi emmy luf thay wown herf uf" the sergeant tried to reassure the
young constable.

They had arrived 45 minutes earlier to join their 4 colleagues and had been met
by a woman in security Uniform.

"I'm Sergeant Gail Taylor" the smartly dressed attractive Milf with long blonde
hair had introduced herself "and this is WPC April Watts" she said pointing to
the shorter but very pretty young brunette stood next to her.

"Our 4 colleagues should already be here" said Sgt Taylor.

"Ah yes, we already taken care of them, now if you would just follow me to Miss
Wards office replied the guard leading the way.
"Im related to one of the other constables already here" April volunteered "WPC
June Watts.

"Yes we have had tthe pleasure of your sister and her fellow officers company
prehaps you can join them later".

Both women entered the office to be greeted by Miss Black and several hostile
armed females, the door closed and locked behind them.

"Hello officers" Miss Black greeted " and raise your hands"

Both policewomen complied immediately.

"Whats going on, were not alone you know" retorted Sgt Taylor.

"If your referring to the 4 officers who arrived earlier, i think you'll find
them a little bit tied up right now in their underwear and hosiery" taunted Miss
Black.

"What do you want" asked Sgt Gail Taylor.

"Well first you and your pretty little constable can start by giving us those
nice uniforms and then we'll make you nice and comfortable" Miss Black replied.

Sgt Taylor and WPC Watts had quickly divested themselves of everyting except
nylons and underwear when they were both stopped and their bondage back to back
on 2 wooden chairs had begun.

"Check on Miss Ward" She said, and a store cupboard had been opened to reveal a
blonde in pink bra, black girdle and dark stockings gagged and tied tightly
mewling quietly was revealed.

"She seems to be OK" one of the captors replied and closed the door.

"Ah looks like were almost ready" Miss Black proclaimed as the remaining 2 girl
cops were gagged. "We can get on with our robbery now we have taken care of all
our disguises, time to prepare for our guest and our Prizes"

Telly celebrity Sarah Ann Mills was not used to this treatment, she had turned up smartly attired, with the 2 pretty models Joanna and Caroline, who would be modelling some of the expensive jewels on display, except now of course this seemed highly unlikely as all three were now stripped to their nylons and underwear and tied and gagged on some uncomfortable chairs.

They had been greeted by a policewomen and escorted to the room where they were to get prepared. Another WPC and a security guard stood outside, so the blonde Miss Mills and the 2 sexy models had no reason to believe anything was amiss, only when they had entered and hands had clamped over their mouths did this view change.

Attractive TV news and sports presenter Miss Sarah Ann Mills, 34 years old with shoulder length Gingery Blonde hair was quite curvy and always smart and sexily attired on the screen, in reality there really wasn't much difference, except now of course the dark nylon hosed legs and figure normally hidden but still lusted after were now revealed.The sheer charcoal black control top pantyhose, hi leg tight black panties and the matching crisp lace trimmed black bra, rose and fell with her bosom as she breathed heavily through the wadding and knotted cleave gag in her mouth. The tight mid thigh ribbed red sweater dress lay on a table with her clutch bag and the wide black belt she had worn around her waist

She watched as her 2 companions were also stripped but there was little she could do to help as her silky nyloned legs were bound from ankle to thigh, both arms pulled painfully behind the chairs back, wrist crossed and tied and turns of rope below and above her cleavage pinning both arms to her body. Rope lashed her to the chair at the hips, midriff and shoulders and all she was able to do was clack her 4" patented red leather heels and mumble muffled protest through her gag.

"Wi ar yu dun thish, yu vastads lef uf go" she yelled but to no avail.