Folks, I have found this in a file after 15 years...
Union Enforcer Vs Broke Airways: If you go down to the woods today post 1
The heat of midday was oppressive, so Alison was glad of the cool dappled shade of the trees as she reversed the police van up to the top of the little used track. Closing the cab windows and locking the doors, she started to walk around to the rear of the van, until she caught sight of her reflection in a stagnant pool.
A young pretty woman, resplendent in a WPC's uniform and body armour gazed back. She made a face at the reflection and giggled, like a small girl. Tipping the re-enforced hit to various rakish angles, she minced around like a model in a fashion show, although neither the crisp white shirt, the black trousers nor the "Dr Martin" shoes flattered her athletic figure and in the heat, she even regretted her choice of tights over thigh highs. Still the uniform was a perfect disguise and with the I.D. tag around her neck now changed, no one would suspect she was not a real policewoman, until it was too late.
With a sigh see remembered why she was here. She unlocked the rear compartment. The woman sat there dressed in a white crop top bra and high cut white cotton panties, with her wrists and ankles bound in front of her. She looked up at Alison with tearful eyes.
"Please...please let me go... I won't tell...I'll resign from the force...I'll..."
"Shuuush! darling" Alison said very softly, "I told you why...with Broke Airways trying to break the strike with blackleg labor; who knows what would happen to the passengers if there was an incident in the air. Without trained staff, hundreds of people could die, and what if such a plane crashed on a school or hospital or in a city centre. No the union must win for everyone sake."
She bent forward and with a cast off shirt gently wiped some small brown curly hairs from around the young blonde’s mouth.
"I feel sorry for you...I genuinely do...but this has to be done...OK"
The girl nodded. Her gaze fell on the bag that contained Alison's store of stolen panties and tights that she used to gag her victims.
Alison kissed her "Don't worry, I am going to use my own undies to gag you my love. It’s the least I can do after we have enjoyed playing together... as you might say," She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment "It was good for you wasn't it...you weren't faking...?"
The WPC shook her head "You’re the best I have ever had...so please...please...let me gouuuuuupppphhhh...nnnnooooooppphhhh...aaagggggphmm"
The U.E. started to thumb home her black panties and green tights into the woman's open mouth.
"Sometimes I hate my role," Alison thought
Once the blonde's mouth was nicely stuffed, so that the poor girls cheeks bulged, the U.E. sealed those voluptuous red lips with her own special brand of duct tape. The matt brown color would aid the victims concealment, while the tape reacted to body heat and moulded itself smoothly to the bodies contours before it set hard, thus eliminating the possibility of wrinkles or stray ends that could give the victim or a would-be rescuer any hope of picking at and removing the tape.
Having untied the girls ankles, Alison eased her out of the van and standing behind the girl she put an arm around the WPC’s trim waist to support her and holding her close, in a tender embrace, she locked up the van.
They moved off, following the path as it clung to the steep wood hillside. The hot fettered stink of the salt marsh changed to the sweet smells of the forest and as they climbed higher, the dappled shade gave way to a cool gloom. The only sound was that of their footfalls, buzzing of insects and bird song.
The trees started to thin. All at once, Alison pulled the girl to a halt.
“Quick get down”
They moved slightly off the track and waited in silence. Alison’s hand gently stroking the glorious globe of her victims panty clad a*s cheek...and then...
A small brown bird, resplendent with scarlet wing tips and a green breast hopped into view. It grabbed an insect and on seeing the women, it hopped over to them and putting its head on one side studied them for a while then hopped back into the bushes.
“Hey that’s a “Red-Tip”” Alison smiled “Their early this year...endearing and entertaining little creature is it not. I know...if we can find the tree their nesting in I can fasten you to one near by and you’ll have some great fun watching them as you wait for the inevitable...come on”
Gently she brought the blonde to her feet and pushed, the rather less than enthusiastic lady forward into the bushes. They found the nest about a hundred yards from the path. There was also a nice tree quite close to the nest sight.
The U.E. sat the WPC down facing the tree, and then had her shift forward until her vulva rested against the base of the eight-inch diameter trunk, with her lovely long legs stretched out either side. Alison soothed the sobbing woman and coaxed her into bringing her knees up. These the U.E. tied together and then took that rope and whipped it around the tree before securing it. She then crossed the woman's dainty ankles, binding them tightly to a tree root. Bending forward Alison kissed the girls forehead and brushed the sweat-matted hair from her face. Untying the wrists the U.E. her victim to keep her hands raised high, while she ran rope around the woman's upper torso, above and below her pert bre*st. She then pushed the whining woman forward so that her bosoms straddled the trunk and taking the torso ropes rolled then round the tree, before running the "lower" one up to a bow and securing it, then taking the "upper" rope and fastening it to the girls ankles. Pulling the WPC’s arms around the trunk, she bound the wrists and tied them to the ankles. Satisfied the U.E. collected tree branches and bracken to ensure complete concealment.
Just before she slotted the last branch into place, Alison knelt by the secured woman and kissed her.
"Now my dear, if you move your head to the right look there where the forest meets the cliff's edge and you just see the blue water of the Channel and the ferries sailing...guess at night you can watch their lights as they go by. Then to left side of the trunk you can observe the "Red Tips" feeding their young...your really quite privileged...they are very shy...a lot of bird watchers would love to do that." she kissed the girl one more time and brushed away the tears.
Standing up the U.E. thrust the final branch into the grown, leaving then WPC hidden. "And don't worry about being in your scanties my dear as no one is ever going to see you again”
The Alison started to make her way back, when she heard the muffled snorting of a diesel engine. She had just enough time to slip into the undergrowth as a military Land Rover came barrelling up the track, with two women inside.
The vehicle pulled up in a flurry of dust and stones. As the occupants got out, the U.E. could see they were a blonde rather chubby corporal and a tall sergeant of Afro-Caribbean origins. They both worn the uniform of the Royal Military Police, unusually both were in parade ground dress. Red topped caps, karki jackets with brass buttons, knee length karki skirts, tan hosiery and highly polished black ankle boots. The sergeant carried a camera and a small backpack.
“You’ll have scared them off the way you drive Gill” the corporal moaned “And if we don’t pick up Madam “what’s her face” froggie French officer from the railway station on time and she was to miss the sleeping gas tests we’ll be right in the sh*t”
Union Enforcer Vs Broke Airways: If you go down to the woods today post2
“Fuc* sake stop moaning Sarah!” the sergeant grinned, “Our little frog won’t be even be on the train yet. That gives us about two hours to track down those “Red Tips” nest and get the photos. We hand them to Major Vincent, so like she can brag to her “Twitcher” mates and claim her prize for the first “Red Tip” and we get the extra leave and the light duties for a while like”
“And how we suppose to find the little fu*kers in this bloody wood?”
“Cause Captain Musen told me what habitat they like and this fits the bill...or rather beak!...get it bill/beak...funny yeah?...oh suit yourself... Anyhow them birds are very special cos’ they are so small and fly fast they glow like in the infrared like...so with this ‘ere detector I “borrowed” we just scan the area and find the heat source of the birdies like...”
“Oh ba*ls” Thought Alison “birdies and WPC tied to a tree!”
“Look stop sighing Sarah” The sergeant was getting cross “If you don’t want to risk your tights on the bushes say with the fuc*ing Land Rover...me I’m going hunting “red-tips” I feel like I’m going to have some luck”
“You’re right there my dear...both of you are going to have “some luck” unfortunately its going to be very...very bad luck for you both” whispered the U.E. as she started her attack.
The sergeant was now some yards off and concentrating on the infrared detector. The corporal lounged against the front of the vehicle, she kept looking at her watch; sighing loudly scuffing the gravel like a petulant child, just to show her disapproval. So loud was her sighing that the sergeant spun around and told her to "Fuc*ing shut up! and to go and look in the bushes" before walking off further into the gloom.
Quietly...very quietly, Alison closed on the young woman. The tubby corporal was walking in the opposite direction to the sergeant. She had a heavy branch in her hand and was occasionally lashing out at the undergrowth; this was despite a further angry shout from her friend. Then just as she looked at her watch one more time the U.E. struck.
"aggggghhhhh ppppmmmmhhhhhhh hhhhhheellllppppphmmmmmm" Alison's arm hand materialised out of nowhere and had locked on a "sleeper hold". with her freehand she had gabbed the blondes hair and rammed her head forward, locking the woman's neck into the hold so how ever much she fought it she was finished.
As Alison pulled the woman back into the undergrowth the MP was moaning and her heals kicked up dust, from two hundred yards up the path her companion yelled back "Right that's it your in big trouble now you noisy cow"
The U.E. gazed into the girls terrified eyes just before they closed "Hey Sarah your friends says your in big trouble...but you know what...so is she...pleasant dreams *****".
Once the poor woman was good and under, the U.E. propped her up against a fallen tree and stripped her of uniform; boots; tan tights; blue lace bra and matching thong. Just then, the girl started to come too; grabbing the branch the U.E. broke it over Sarah's head before she could make too much noise.
"We'll have none of that "help...help...my head...where are my clothes" talk lady...you might upset the "red-tips" with your screaming best you slumber on" the U.E. muttered as grabbing the blonde by her ankles and dragged her over to the cliff edge.
Alison surveyed her prize “nice breasts...too large areolas and small nips for my liking...could do with loosing some weight couldn't we my dear...Well don't worry I have a plan that might help that" she thought.
Turning she sprinted back for the sergeant. She was just in time the MP was getting close to tree that held the WPC captive.
The “red tips” flew up in alarm at the thud, that signalled the delivery of the U.E.’s left hook to a startled woman’s jaw. Alison caught the camera and infrared detector as the girl collapsed in a heap. "These'll will be useful,” She said placing them on the ground before slinging the sergeant over her shoulder like a sack of coal.
Once back at the Land rover, she opened the rear door and dropped the woman inside. Alison then stripped naked, neatly folding up the WPC’s uniform and laying that on the back seat. However, she balled up and put to one side the sweaty black tights she had been wearing.
She slowly stripped her victim of all her clothes. Unable to resist, she gently stroked the black curly forest that was Gills vulva and bending forward she kissed and licked each of the woman’s chewable nipples. Pulling herself to, she donned the army issue white suspender belt, then shoving the girl on to her front to make room, Alison sat beside her and slowly rolled on the tan stockings, smoothing them up her shapely legs and affixed the clasps.
She stood up and asked the prostrate woman “Are my seams straight?” as she slid into the sergeants white cotton panties and bra. Once she’d donned the boots, she walked up and down getting the feel of her newly acquired underwear. The uniform blouse; skirt and jacket fitted her frame perfectly, with the red cap sitting on her head at a rakish angle she climbed into the cab and drove over to where the corporal was still enjoying her afternoon nap.
Taking a ground sheet from the vehicle, she rolled the corporal onto it then dragged the sergeant out and let her fall by her friend. She tied both women up the same way. Their arms folded behind them and tied wrist to elbow. Crotch ropes and breast bindings were applied, before moved the sergeant on to her back and rolled the corporal on top of her. She tied them together, face to face their breasts squashed tight. She fastened a heavy-duty hemp rope to the crotch and breast bindings and secured that to the winch on the Land rover.
She made two gags from Sarah’s underwear and her own black tights. She slid these over the women’s heads and around their necks but did not gag them just yet.
The soldiers were mightily surprised and very nervous when they came too. The sergeant cursed a lot, the poor corporal cried and pleaded.
“Shut up both of you” The U.E. snarled but deep down Alison did feel compassion for the girls...they weren’t black legs they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nevertheless, they also held information that could be very useful to the U.E.
Thus, after five minutes of politely asking for that information the U.E. looked at the pathetically struggling women. She decided that the corporal was so hysterical that she would never give a rational answer anyway. Therefore, the U.E stuffed her sobbing mouth with the gag and sealed it with the duct tape. Then she pushed the women off the cliff.
The sergeant screamed for just a split second until the ropes tighten with jerk that knocked the wind out of her.
Lying down on the top of the cliff the U.E. gazed at the tearful couple as the swung in the cool sea breeze.
“Now I’ll ask only one more time,” She purred taking a combat knife she slowly sawed at the rope
“I’ll talk...I’ll talk...please don’t let us fall” screamed the woman
“Then answer the questions and I’ll not cut anymore”
The girl nodded and gave all that was required.
Alison started the winch, pulled the pair up four feet so she could reach down, stuffed the sweaty undies into the sergeant’s mouth, and ensured that she had a nice duct tape wrap to keep the gag in place. In one swift move, she cut the rope.
The women fell...but only six feet down on to a very narrow ledge.
“Bye darlings...just call if you want anything...Oh by the way best not roll over in your sleep...as the next stop is the beach...Keep that in mind and you’ll be fine. Few people very come this way and you can’t be seen from the breach so I guess I can sleep easy knowing you’ll never be seen again”
The U.E. started the Land rover and drove slowly to the railway station.
4/25/2010, 6:05 pm
