The White Pimpernels ( 2012, incomplete)
Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 8:41 pm
The White Pimpernels
Dave Dorc
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Jill perched her shapely bottom on old tree stump as she worked her foot into the shiny leather boot. The boot was tight on the thigh and pinched her foot. Still she knew that what ever happened, good or evil, she would not have to walk far in it. She reached for boots companion and started to work in on.
"Don't exhaust yourself will you" Suzie's
Jill turned and grind at Suzie. The blond was kneeling by a tree as was wiping her forehead. Having just finish securing the third semi-naked and unconscious Guardian to said Oak.
"You know the saying "Rank has it's privileges" and she did think this ambush up" Paula chipped in as she fastened the weapon belt around her trim waist.
She was already dressed in a Guardians uniform of black thigh boots, red tights, grey leotard and grey metal helmet.
"Still...why do I always get to do the binding and gagging?" Suzie winged "Its not very lady like, having to apply crotch ropes and all. And as to having to stuff mouths with underwear...Uuugggghh"
"You missed out the insertion of itching powder into the captives panties" Jill added
"Oh...she likes that bit" Paula laughed as she ducked out of the way of a grass sod hurled by a less that jovial Suzie
"Cut it out you two..." Jill said standing up and stomping her left foot into the tight boot
"Suzie...get dressed...I want to be out of here and in Dorchester before our generous identity donors here awaken and each find herself in bra and panties. Gagged and concealed, lashed to a tree with a very annoying itch in the vulva region...You know I hate to see a grown woman crying"
"Let them rot" Suzie said as she rolled the tights over her bare bottom.
"You know we cannot do that..."Jill snapped "If we are successful and free our fellow brothers and sisters of "The Way" you have to ensure that the Guardian HQ is told of the plight of these girls and where to find them"
Suzie rolled her eyes heavenward as Jill stomped off.
Paula walked over to the hapless Guardians. Taking a small glass phial she opened it and dabbed a drop of opaque liquid on to the emerald lozenge set with in each woman's forehead mark. Instantly the lozenge shrivelled up and a foul odour arouse...a mixture of sulphur and brimstone. Then the three concentric gold rings of the "Mark" itself buckled, the gold faded became rust and fell off.
"That will stop them from putting in any telepathic calls for help to the beast and the other two b*tches" Paula said as she helped Suzie fasten the weapon belt "You should loose some weight my girl...A little less Manna and a bit more combat training"
"Those three" Suzie nodded to the three tree hugging women "Must have worked out every day but they were still no match of me"
"Pride is a sin you know my girl" Paula scolded as she stuck a false "mark" on Suzie's forehead
"Sure I know I can only do it in the Lord strength" Suzie shrugged "but would it be wrong to despatch those three harpies to hell right now"
"Come on" Paula grabbed her friends arm and pulled her after Jill adding "Don't worry justice will be done...I hear that any Guardian who fails the "Most exulted one...the God of this world" is usually left to her fate...After all there are many more eager to take their place...More's the pity"
Jill punched to buttons and the ground car lifted and worked its way down the narrow winding woodland road. Once reaching the old A35 the car smoothly accelerated leaving the wood far behind.
Within twenty minutes the sodium lights of Poundbury and of Dorchester hove into view. Slowing the car joined the early Friday evening rush home on the bypass.
As the workers headed back home to shop before the following day of "Worship and Adoration" of Vivivi
Turning into the town they was at every corner the massive bill boards proclaiming "VIVIVI She Cares for All, She Knows All, She See's All" Jill shuddered the beast had risen indeed.
The old Victorian mock Castle Keep, the barracks for the Dorset Regiment looked as solid and respectable as ever. A island of the ancient virtues honour and duty, in a sea of depravity. That is if one could ignore the Guillotine erected in front of the Tower.
A few scruffily dressed soldiers ambled by heading for the Bull or the Blue Raddle. They eyed up the three women in Guardians uniforms with a mixture of dread and lust.
One reaching the gate the only guard seemed to be a WRAC NCO in full summer dress uniform. White blouse, Green skirt that reached below her knees, tan hosiery and sensible black lace shoes. Her uniform jacket and hat hung on a coat stand behind her. She jumped up and stood at the attention and the three walked in to the guard room.
"Only you on duty?" Jill snapped
"No Miss there's me and five new girls on this weekend and the Major of course"
"No men?"
"No Miss...Er I know there should be especially with that group of dangerous Jesus freaks in detention. But since the mass disappearances and the New World government of the blessed one.."
The thirty something woman slapped her chest as she spoke showing the gold ringed "Mark of Loyalty" on her left wrist
"Its been impossible to motivate most of the regiment...Most just want to draw their pay and get drunk....Just like the Major! " the brunette added with the deliberate idea of dropping her superior in the sh1t..."Can I help you...I mean I guess you must be here about them...Listen they are singing away in praise of their Jesus...I mean how dare they turn down Vivivi's love and kindness...I ask you"
Up through the fort came echoing a hymn, clapping and laughter
"I need to speak to that bunch" Jill snapped "I have to give them one last chance to take the Mark before we send them to the Guillotine after tomorrow's adoration"
The NCO blanched "Er.. sorry Miss NO can do...Orders from on high...No one but no one...not even Guardian's must see them only the guards"
"Well let me speak to the guards first I am sure I can make them understand"
"Sorry Miss not without a pass from the Major"
"Well take us to the Major then"
The office reeked of stale Gin. The Major dressed in army combats was sprawled over her desk. A half empty bottle of spirit in her hand.
"Seems like you had best come back tomorrow Miss" the NCO said turning to go
"Not so fast lady"
"Uuggghhhh.....hhheeeellpppp uuummmm uuugghhhh"
"Don't fight it honey...Your just going to take a nice little nap...Stop struggling it's only a sleeper hold...that's it nice and quite now...pleasant dreams....good girl"
As her whimpers and wriggling subsided Jill lowered the hapless woman into a chair. She released her neck hold and walked to the door. Apart from the distant singing of psalms the fort was still.
Turning she gazed at Suzie and Paula..."Ok ladies strip them both...I'll find something to secure them"
Ten minutes later the NCO was down to her long line bra and pantie girdle. She had awoken to find she was glued to toilet, her feet devoid of their tan stockings stuck to the wall behind her. Her arms around a drunk, sleeping and naked Major sat on her lap. Both women where stuck in what might be described as a passionate embrace...with their lips superglued together.
Jill winked at her and put a figure to her lips to indicate the sobbing woman should stay quite.
“Hope you like your new girlfriend Major...I think she really STUCK on you” Jill whispered in the ear of the sleeping woman
She locked the Major’s office lavatory and turned to see Paula fastening the NCO’s tan stockings.
“Fit ladies?” Jill move forward
Paula brushed down her newly acquired skirt and went to follow
“Not so fast you two” Suzie snapped “I am now senior here...look” she indicated the Majors “pips” on her battledress... “You two follow me”
They stepped out into the corridor and walked straight into four rather drunk WRACs all armed and not very happy.
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"Here you stop right there" The leader of the four snarled as she shoved the business end of a Browning Hi-power 9mm into Suzie's left bosom.
"You Major Cornelius aren't you...You put me sister on a "fizzer" for being drunk...a fine charge coming from you...Now you call up my captain see and you tell's him you made a mistake like and my sister can go like...right!"
"Hold on here soldier" Jill snapped stepping forward her hand reaching for her blaster
"Easy lady" Two of the four grabbed her "We don't have any quarrel with no "G's" this isn't nothing to do with loyalty to her majesty...We just want justice like...If Major snobby here make the call we can all go and be happily doing our Kowtow on the morrow like..."
"Alright...alright if we just step back in the office I'll make the call" Suzie played along
"No you don't we go to the Regimental office and get one of those civvy clerks to log the call proper like...Them slappers don't do much anyway...Move you snobby git"
The three looked at each other...none of them knew they way, but to ask this butch of dope heads would be courting trouble.
Paula spoke up "Best if you lead the way...Just to make sure you cannot say we are taking in into a trap"
"Good thinking for a slapper" The forth girl chucked "Best take the point Dora"
The little squad made it's way across the parade ground to the old store rooms. A door and a flight of age worn stone steps took them up to a dirty frosted glass door. Without knocking Dora shoved it open and the group marched in.
"What is the meaning of this" A tall bespectacled redhead turned to them. Jill would put her in her mid-forties. She either did a lot of exercise or the prim blue blouse and black trousers of her garb hid some well made "body control" undies.
There where two other women in the room. One a petite busty blonde in a red woollen top a very short green plaid pleated skirt and black tights. She stood bent forward by the view screen that was silently playing a new episode of "East Enders" turning quickly she tottered on her four inch platform shoes. The second woman was a lady of Afro-Caribbean origin. She sat at the nearest desk dressed in a white blouse that did little to mask the lace bra beneath. A wide leather belt girdled her trim waist masking the top of her red flowing floral patterned skirt. From under the hem of the calf garment several layers of lace petticoats protruded and danced around her white stocked legs.
"Shut up slag..." Dora snapped "The Major here wants to send a urgent personal message on the Sky Screech to my Captain...Ain't that right Major?"
"Major?" The redhead looked querulous "Who are you all?...Lucy call the guardroom now"
As blonde turned to obey, the two soldiers gripping Jill jumped forward...They need not have bothered as Lucy in her haste tripped up over her own feet and ended up sprawling on her back legs in the air, proving a) The young lady had that day gone "Commando" and b) she was a true blonde
With Jill now free and with Dora and her cohorts now doing some feasting of the eyes on the hapless blondes nether region. The three women struck. Suzie knocked the pistol from Dora's hand, at the same time punching her hard below the belt. Dora retched her face turning the same shade green as her uniform, as she buckled Suzie's left hand delivered a swift chop just below Dora's right ear. The girl was out cold before she hit the floor.
Paula thumped the Soldier who was standing with her back to her on the head with her fist. The soft peaked cap did little to soften the blow. The girls tan covered knees slapped together as her trim body was compressed by the blow. Silently the women slumped across the photo copier, that automatically started to copy the rather well endowed chest pressing down on it.
Jill grabbed the hair "buns" of the other two pulled both women's heads back and apart, before slamming them together. A yelps of surprise then pain came from both. Jill repeated the procedure till both girls were getting the dust from the office floor on their trim knees. She stepped around the groaning dazed pair. Jill lifted the head of the blonde one, so that the girls chin was pointing upwards, she then took one step back and delivered an upper cut blow that knock the girl on her back, the hem of her skirt flipped up on to her chest as she bounced. Jill took a quick look a the sleeping soldier and wondered "What is it with blondes in tights, do none of them wear panties around here?"
Turning she when to repeat the procedure with the surviving women. A dusky skinned, black haired dark eyed beauty.
The dazed girl did have enough sense still to throw her hands up in surrender, eye wide with fear.
Jill, rather unprofessionally, hesitated thinking she could put the defeated soldier to work. Just then Lucy managed to stagger to her feet, only to loose her footing and fall forward. She hit a tall filing cabinet which unbalanced and hit another. On top of this was an rather sorry looking Aspidistra in a cracked clay pot. This plant toppled forward with the pot smashing on the soldiers head. The girl's eyes crossed she gurgled slumping forward and lay still.
"What is the meaning of this?" the Redhead demanded as she kicked pieces of the broken pot to one side
"Guardian business Madam" Jill tersely replied "Now be good enough to find me something to restrain our playmate here when the awaken"
"I got some string" Lucy suggested and started to totter over to her desk.
"We need a little more substantial material than that" Paula said eyeing well toned young ladies stretched out before her.
"Can I suggest some old clothes in one of the lower store rooms Miss Forbes?" The third clerk said getting up and dusting the dried plant soil from her shapely ankles.
Miss Forbes still pondering the whole situation nodded "Your right Petronela. I do believe there are several boxes of slips and hosiery down there...if you would be so kind and while your away I am sure the good Guardian here is going to give me a full explanation of what is going on...” She turned to face Jill and gave her an icy demanding stare.
“Shall I put the cash away Miss Forbes?” Lucy said reaching for the keys on Petronela’s desk. Then she tottered over to a large hefty metal door which bore a brass plate “Jones Brothers strong room purveyors to the Crown 1901” With difficulty the young woman eased the door open to reveal a small cool brick room lined with dusty files.
Petronela was only away ten minutes. She came clattering back into the office holding a stack of five cardboard boxes in front of her...So tall was the stack that she could not see where she was going. Indeed Jill marvelled at the woman’s ability to climb the stairs without falling over.
If Petronela wondered why the office was now filled with the blaring closing titles music to East Enders, she made no comment. She turned and deposited her load on a desk saying as she turned
“I could only find some boxes of used parade quality tights I am afraid...no slips and O.M.G...Ummmmpph”
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“You did very well my dear. Now look we do not want to hurt you so if you promise to be good and keep your mouth shut I will remove my hand from your face and let you breath...Deal?” Jill whispered softly into the shocked woman’s ear....
A wide eyed Petronela nodded
“Good girl...now slip over and join Miss Forbes and young Lucy if you please...Once that is, you have stripped down to your underwear just like them”
May be it was the shock of finding her co-workers in their scanties or fear of what might befall them all that made the woman shake so. What ever, it took her almost as long to shed her blouse, leather belt, skirt along with its three layers of petticoats and her heals as it had to collect the boxes of tights.
Eventually she stood with her friends. Her bosoms heaving in the lacy confines of her bra.....beads of sweat rolled down to a red lace suspender belt and black lacy panties. Her bottom lip trembling as she raised her hand sky ward like her two friends
Jill surveyed the scene. She tried desperately not to take pleasure in the women’s semi naked state and their obviously very embarrassed condition. She did grin to herself that she was right about Miss Forbes. The woman sported an all in one control body in white with matching knee high stockings. Lucy, now minus her top, skirt and perhaps more importantly for the safety and welfare of all concerned her spectacularly unstable footwear, stood resplendent in plan translucent tights and a taupe strapless bra. This garment seemed to defy the laws of gravity as it cosseted and maintained control over Lucy's very prominent assets
“Right ladies...please let me emphasise that we wish you no harm...However, we need your clothes for our friends. Paula if you would be so good as to take down the names and address of our three friends here we will make restitution to you at a future time. Unfortunately we also need to ensure you and our sleeping sparing partners here stay out of circulation for a day or two. I will not be pleasant for you but you should survive...understand?”
Three rather tear laced “yes’s” echoed around the room
Then Lucy cleared her throat and very nervously enquired "Your here about the people in the cellar aren't you?"
Suzie smiled at her "That's right lass we are here to save life not take it. But they are our fellow travellers on the way. We follow Jesus and proclaim the truth that god loves use all but only through his son can we come to him and be called his true sons and daughters and be saved. That mark you all have on your wrist is not a blessing its the devils curse"
Lucy looked back at her in an uncomprehending way "Why can't you just love Vivivi as we do then everything would be ok wouldn't it?"
Sadly Suzie shock her head.
“Ok ladies please if you would be so good as to release the young soldier girls her of their uniforms, which they have done so much to disgrace. Once that is done you may use some of those tights and secure them hands, feet arms and legs...Come on ladies lets move it shall we...”
It took ten minutes of feverish work by the three clerks to strip and bind the four women.
Dora wore stockings, a black plan bra with matching thong. Apart from their tights the other three where devoid of underwear. Tights now tightly stretched in copious turns around nylon covered ankles, knees and thighs. Their wrists were tied under their legs with the bindings joining the bonds of the ankles in a mini inversed hogtie. Further tights had been whipped around each firm waist, before being slipped between each victims thighs, under their bottoms up through the waist binding again and around the elbows. Making any struggling a very uncomfortable business.
Paula reached in side the next box and started balling up some of the underwear. To her surprise Miss Forbes came over and helped her. She whispered to Paula "Petronela and Lucy are ok they just don't understand..." Then in a lower tone "I went to a church before the disappearences, I love the Lord its just that when a Guardian puts a blaster to your head and says "Take the mark or else" what can you do"
Paula looked at the women " I am sorry for you...I hope and pray that you will be in a space that one day you can have that thing removed...now hurry up its far more difficult to gag a woman once she's awake"
Finally the cheeks of the four soldiers bulged with a good stuffing of malodorous hosiery. A knotted pair added as a cleave gag, before each soldier was "hooded" with a further pair so as to catch any muffled futile cry for help.
"Good work ladies " Jill smiled at the very worried looking three some. "Guess you must have figured out that its your turn now"
She picked up some hose and threw them over "Lets start with the ankles shall we"
Soon all three had obediantly firmly secured their own ankles, knees and thighs. They stood swaying slightly
"Gaggy time I think...Lucy will you do the honours please..."
Miss Forbes and Petronela's faces were pictures of disgust as Lucy turned to them with balled up tights in her hand
"Come now...open wide...say Aggghhhhh"
Jill did not get Aggghhh's more like Uuuugghhhhhh's as Lucy's figures rammed home the worn underwear. Dispute their obvious distaste at their treatment the two clerks remained fairly sanguine through out...even to being hooded.
Suzie then took over lashing all three women's arms behind their backs and coating each finger in what remained of the superglue. Thus turning each pair of hands into a useless lump.
"Now your turn you lady" Suzy smiled as she proffered a pair of balled up tights to the blondes mouth
"Wait please wait....That Jesus thing I totally get it...you mean we can all be save...if uuuummmppphh"
"Glad you understand now keep you mouth open while I pack in these other two pairs please miss....there we go...now for the cleave...Oh do stand still anyone would think you had never been gagged before...right just these pair as a nice quieting hood...sorry here let me brush your hair out of your eyes...good well done" then she added "don't worry it will all work out OK in the end" with that Suzy gave way to temptation and smacked Lucy's chubby buttocks in a friendly manner.
Paula, Jill and Suzy slid the four sleeping soldiers into the strong room and left them in a picturesque pile far from the door.
Jill then beckoned the three clerks over. The helpless women "bunny hopped" with terror filled eyes to the strong room door.
"Look" Jill said resting a reassuring hand on Miss Forbes's shoulder "We have to lock you in but I see that there are some air bricks up high so you'll be fine"
One by one the clerks hopped inside Lucy bring up the rear. At which point Lucy's bra finally gave up the uneven struggle with gravity and Lucy was revealled in all her glory.
The girl not for the first time that day swayed for a second or two and fell forward on to Miss Forbes who fell against Petronela. So that all three lay writhing with a rustling of nylon clad legs atop the other four women.
Jill slammed the door shut and locked it.
They picked up the uniforms, the clerks outwear and the boxes of tights and left the room.
They reached the foot of the stairs they halted. An APC pulled up and out of the back got twelve women soldiers all armed with bayonets fixed.
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"And CUT!" A megaphone roared out.
The women stopped and instantly relaxed. Some pulled off their helmets, allowing their long blonde tresses to blow in the breeze, as rifles clattered on the floor.
A young brunette in cut off jeans with brown tights, a topped with a pullover walked forward with mugs of tea. Another in sheepskin boots, black leggings and a shirt stood tossing her long black locks as she talked into her mobile.
"Yeah!...Really cool, Fiona B is coming down to do a Cameo role...this evening...No! Should be back in town after tomorrows Adoration...Meet up...cool see you then...luv and kisses"
"Juliette...Juliette...where is that stupid girl?" the speaker was dressed in an orange beret, a brightly coloured Caftan of Hawaiian inspiration; she wore green tights down to her ankles and sandals on her feet. She glowered around taking puffs on a cigarette held in a long ebony holder.
"Here Ms. Amberton... Just had to check the camera's links where working and..." A blonde in a short flower print dress and Doc. Martins steeped forward from behind a group of three D cameras
"Oh be quite girl you are always so...so...noisy...Just make sure they all the actresses take up their correct positions for the next take, you can never trust these "Bit-Parters" ...Then we can go inside for the hostage scene when Fiona arrives...Onward girls onward..." Her arm flicked around as if she was conducting an orchestra. Her gold wrist Mark flashing.
Seeing the three she shrugged her shoulders and shock her head..."Amateurs...amateurs...I am lumbered with amateurs...Not only are they incompetent but their dress sense...Uggghhh!"
Slipping past the film crew, the three made their way to the stairs that led down to the cellars.
The singing led them through a cold, brightly lit corridor. As they went forward, the lights seemed much dimmer. A humid heat replaced the coolness. White paint was peeling from damp stained walls their echoing footsteps masked by the singing of "Abide with me".
Suddenly the corridor opened out into a spacious, stiflingly hot and dimly lit anteroom.
There were three doorways leading off the room. From one, its door wide open, shone a bright light, heat wafted out from the ViViVi power unit. The ancient roof of the room was support by thin metal pillars. The second room had no door and was partly filled with open crates full of old boots and army webbing.
The entrance to the third room was blocked by a floor to ceiling by a rolling metal grill, not unlike the mesh grills used to cover shop fronts. A key pad was set to one side, its numerals glowing in the semi-darkness The girls could make out movement from behind the shutters and could hear the voices of both men and women captives.
Just to on side of the room, five soldiers sat playing cards, huddled around a small tripod table. They paid no attention to the new arrivals, mainly because they all rather engrossed with their little game of strip poker. The game which had so far resulted in two young ladies being down to the uniform vests, full brief "Kidney Warmer" panties and matching khaki ankle socks. Their uniform battledress tops and trousers lay in untidy pile with their cast off boots.
A sergeant, still with her uniform pullover top on, was just wriggling her way out of her skirt, revealing a pink lacy suspender belt "American Tan" stockings and a pair of plain black "High Cut" panties.
"Now show us your card Miss" A chubby girl chuckled in a rough Glaswegian accent as raising her wine bottle to her lips.
The three could not help but notice that she was still fully dressed.
"Come on Miss play up, play up and play the game" her voice sounded a bit slurred now "You officers are quick enough to yell orders, but yer canna take'm canna yer" the voice dropped to a menacing rasp
"Well look...I mean...Ok so you won!" a tall blonde stood up throwing her cards on the table. Apart from a pair of tan control top tights, the young busty lady was naked.
"Well are yer no going to get yer legs off?” Chubby grinned relishing the sight of her officer blushing before her.
"Cos if yer no going to do voluntary like well we'll just have to help you"
Scowling the woman slid her thumbs into the waistband for the underwear and slowly worked the clinging material downward, bending forward slightly to shield her vulva from four pairs of hungry eyes.
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"You ken yer erse is oot the windae" Chubby laughed as the woman stood up "Now yer can have cloots and yer legs back...If yer's just pays that little forfeit we all agreed before starting our little game" She swung herself around one her chair and pulled up her skirt.
For a moment, the blonde blustered, threatening to put the soldier on a charge. However, when she tried to snatch back her uniform from the table Chubby's fist slammed into her stomach. With a resigned sigh, the office slowly got on her knees in front of the smirking woman. Her hands slid up and pulled a pair of red panties down to the soldier’s ankles.
The Scot’s girl parted her legs and clutching the blonde’s hair with one hand forced the officer’s head down, while with the other she lifted her own pullover and eased her bra cups down.
Laughing the other soldiers circled round leaning over the table their backs to the tunnel, anxious to get a good view of the officer’s complete humiliation.
The sound of slurping could distinctly be heard, even over the giggling of the three soldiers and the gasps of pleasure now rising from the chubby Scot.
Jill, Suzie and Paula move forward on tiptoes until they could see right over the shoulders of the scantily clad girls. Chubby's face was flushed her eyes closed, her mouth opening and closing uttering guttural gasps of pleasure.
Jill nodded. Swiftly and noiselessly the three struck. Each applied a “sleeper hold” to the neck of the unsuspecting girl in front of her. Then pulled the girls backward away from the table. For a few seconds the soldiers vainly struggled, clasping at the forearms that were forcefully suppressing the blood flow to their brains...panic seized all three of them. Pairs of unshod feet slid and slipped on the floor, silently slamming and flailing. Nevertheless, in a few seconds, the squirming ceased and Jill and Co. slid the senseless victims to the floor.
Suzie moved around the table a balled up pair of tights in her hand. These she clamped over Chubby's mouth and noise, stifling the Scots screams of surprise. Yanking seat soldiers head to one side Suzie administered a swift chop with her free hand to the soft nerve ending just at the base of the neck.
The girl slumped limply in the chair.
From between Chubby's fat thighs a voice arose “Are you satisfied now Flora ****burn?....****burn? Answer me girl...What the Hell!” The woman raised her head to find herself surrounded by three strangers.
“Who the devil...UUmmmmpphhh”
Paula clamped a hand over the officers mouth and dragged the shocked woman to her feet “Be quite and do as you are told or we will send you to VIVIVI before you time” She hissed “Now you are going to go and punch the numbers into that key pad over there....then you can relax with your friends all nicely bound and gagged of course”
“Please...” The officer gasped “I have a family don’t kill me”
“No one is going to get killed lady, unless you misbehave...Now the lock you git...punch those buttons” Growled Jill trying to sound more terrifying that she actually felt.
Chubby slowly slid off the chair and crumpled to the floor, as the attractive blonde was frog marched over to the door.
Paula held her in a painful arm lock with one hand will desperately wiping a few of Chubby’s little curly hairs off the hand she had used to hand gag the officer.
The whimpering blonde punched in the numbers and with a rattle and a grinding sound, slowly the grill rolled up wards.
Jill looked in surprise and horror. The space was no more than twelve foot by twelve foot. Moreover, of that one corner was curtained off to give a hint of privacy to a lavatory. Inside she had expected to find ten or twelve people, there were thirty mostly women but six men and five youngsters, all of the later were in their late teens four girls and one boy.
The lad had been standing by the doorway, and stood in gaping amazement at the would be rescuers. Well actually not so much at the rescuers more at the blushing totally naked blonde just in front of him.
A woman moved through the compact crowd. “Mike stop that my boy” She clamped her hand over her son’s eyes and looked a the officer “Sorry about that Hanna...guess it’s not really been your day”
She proffered a grimy hand that Jill took and shook. “I am Sophie Tarn...The Reverend Tarn if you wish to be formal...But I prefer just plain Sophie...You must excuse our state of dress these orange prison gowns are neither flattering or very substantial...Still they offer a little more covering than Captain Hanna Croft is currently attired in” She smiled
“We have some clothes for some of you”Jill looked past the Reverend “However there are far more here than we had been led to believe there would be”
“Don’t worry my dear the Good Lord I am sure will provide” Then the statuesque woman gently turned her son around and still with her hand over his eyes made him face the wall.
“Now” she said, “do we have any volunteers’ to assist in the binding and gagging of the captive Captain and her playmates...and No Mike you can’t volunteer”
Twenty minutes later the whimpering captain and the soldiers where all naked, tightly bound, crotch roped and gagged.
Sophie perched on the card table and was slipping into the officers tights as her former gaolers’ where dragged by their bound legs still wriggling, passed her and into the power room. Other women prisoners were dressing in the soldiers’ underwear and uniforms. Some women stood around discussing the merit of and trying one the clothes on loan from the unfortunate Miss Forbes, Lucy and Petronella.
Jill went back into the “Cell” and spoke to the men. She had to smile at Mike’s antics as the youth tried to look passed her as Paula and Suzie changed back into the uniform of the Guardians’.
Then over the general hubbub came the sound of high heels approaching down the tunnel
“I am not sure we should do this...its wrong to mock those poor captives,” A girl’s voice echoed
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The escapees and the three girls scattered. Jill, Paula and Suzie dashed around attempting to clear up the detritus of cast of clothes and uniforms from around the table, before ramming the some unused tights back in the boxes.
Sophie dusted down her recently acquired skirt and uniform, then sat down demurely crossing her legs and quickly brushing her short black hair.
Two men hopped passed pulling on the soldiers trousers and headed into the storeroom. Some women prisoners rushed into the power room taking uniforms with them. The rest headed back behind the grill into the make shift cell.
Jill partly lowered the grill but left a gap of three feet at the bottom. Paula extinguished two of the lights. Leaving only two lights, one above the entrance tunnel and the other over the closed power room door.
The sound of the footsteps was much closer now.
“Ms Amberton will miss us shortly...perhaps we should...”
“For F*ck sake Juliette...give it a rest. Me and Lauren don’t give a Tinkers curse for what that old bag says...She chewed us out so much today letter her stew for awhile...Come on lets poke fun at those Jesus freaks...”
“No Ursula...Its wrong! lets leave them be...the poor devils are all going to have their heads chopped off tomorrow anyway...Even that lad...You know the Priests son...”
“Got the “Hot’s” for him have you” A third voice echoed down the tunnel “Are you going to screw him Juliette...I heard who’d hump with a Camel if you could...” mocking laughter followed “Get it...Camel...Hump...Camels got a Hump ain’t...Oh please yourself you slut”
“I hears that she does that too...Lauren” Ursula’s voice boomed out “Not a banana is safe when Juliette get randy”
They entered the anti-room the two dark haired teenagers in the lead and a rather brooding Juliette bring up the rear scuffing the toes of her Dr.Martins as she came.
“Its just he looks such a nice boy,” she said softly.
All three stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Jill and the other two in Guardians uniforms
“Whoops...sorry officers...we took the wrong turning” Lauren gulped slowly backing away
“Yes didn’t realise there would be a Guardian connection” Muttered Ursula
“Did you not” Jill snapped, “Sacrifices to VIVIVI’s divine beauty ALWAY’s have a “G” connection”
She reached out. Her hand brushed aside the goggle eyed girls long brown locks from the nape of Ursula's swan like neck and slowly stroked it "Such a lovely neck...just made for the guillotine...a real pity you aren't a virgin...Ever thought of becoming a Chris*ian?"
Ursula’s breast heaved and she pulled away. Her mouth opening and closing in horror at the thought.
“You do love VIVIVI don’t you?” Jill continued she manoeuvred herself between the two and the tunnel “Enough to lay down your life for her?”
“Please Miss...Please I am only eighteen...,”She stammered then hurredly added “And I lost my cherry three years ago...VIVIVI only likes virgins don’t she?”
“Virgins and Jesus Freaks” Lauren interjected in the hope that the "G" would remain concentrating on Ursula and not her, as she too backed away
“Look Miss we only came to make fun of them...nothing more” she added as her back came to rest against the metal grill. She and Ursula now stood facing Jill with nowhere to run.
A disconsolate Ursula gazed back at Jill.
“She must have had a pretty face once,” Jill thought...but her eyes were now sunken, a situation not helped by her jet black eye shadow and think mascara lashes. The girl’s skin had a pale yellow tinge. Gold rings adorned her eyebrows, another through her nose, while three studs’ pierced her lower lip. Her body, even concealed by the large white shirt, more suited to a male body builder, seemed wasted. The fingernails of the hand that now plucked fretfully at the shirt collar where painted jet black.
Lauren started to sidle away. Her pert denim clad backside pressed hard against the grill, a worried look on her round face. The girls once voluptuous red glossed lips now compressed into an anxious narrow red line, long elegant fingers with day glow orange nails clutched the designer handbag in a vice like grip. Trainers that must have cost a months salary and where designed to carry top athletes at speed now shuffled millimetre , by millimetre as they took the scarred girl out of Jill’s immediate field of vision. Unfortunately, for Lauren as she half turned she found her face bumping up against Suzie's ample bosoms’ in the borrowed Guardians uniform.
“Sorry honey your not my type” Suzie growed and shoved the girl back beside her companion.
When Jill heard Juliette whimper, and Paula’s commanding voice telling the blonde to stay still, she decided it was time to give the girls a chance to cooperate.
“Ok ladies if your thinking we are Guardians looking for three more votive offerings to satisfy VIVIVI’s blood lust forget it...Actually we are here to help...Err...what was that poetic phrase of yours Ursula “Jesus Freaks” was it not?...those Jesus Freaks escape and...”
From behind, her Jill heard Juliette softly sigh “Thank God”
“The only thing standing in our way is that they lack clothes...”Jill continued “Now guess where you three come in...STRIP! And that includes your undies...”
Lauren and Ursula’s mouths dropped open... “Us strip....” Laurens voice quavered
“Yes that’s right...if you hurry up we will not have to hurt you young lady...Resist and you will regret it.”
The two girls looked at each other for a second. Ursula was the first to move. She placed her handbag between her trembling knees and slowly used both hands to start to unbutton her shirt.
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“That order includes you too lady” Paula snapped she shoved Juliette forward...In fact she shoved too hard and the blonde slammed into the wall by the grill. She slid to the floor her skirt up revealing a white high cut panty with red poker dots . For a moment Juliette sat dazed a tear sliding down her cheek.
“On your feet girl” Paula grabbed the reclining girl’s hair as was starting to pull her up
“Hey stop that!”...Mike shot out from under the grill and pushed Paula away. He turned and offered his hand to help the girl up. This Juliette accepted and the two stood gazing into each other’s eyes their hands still clasped together.
“Don’t worry...I won’t let anyone hurt you...My Mum calls the shots around here and she’ll do as I ask...So just stick with me and I’ll.....Uuuuuuuuggghhhhh....AAAAAAggggghhhhh”
There was a loud buzzing sound. Mike seemed to convulse and collapse in agony and so did Juliette
Ursula had taken a neutronic whip from her bag and had discharged it against Mike neck. The pulse shot down his body ,through his hand and into Juliette also.
Ursula jabbed the recharging weapon against Mike’s head “Anyone moves and I’ll fry his brain,” she snarled
Someone did move...Sophie shot forward with the speed, power and agility of a tigeress defending her cub. Her stocking foot lashed out and upwards...upwards to the crotch of Ursula’s very tight leggings.
Ursula doubled up retching...nevertheless, she still clutched the neutronic whip...but not for long. Sophie’s fist smashed down on her head and the weapon fell from limp fingers. The girl sank to her knees gasping.
Leaping over the first girl, she threw herself at Lauren. The girl had been trying to call for help on her mobile. The phone went flying and so did Lauren...Right on to her back...her long nylon clad legs kicking the air. Sophie sat on her and pulled her head upwards, and proceeded to swiftly punch the seventeen-year old lights out. Sophie rolled off the "sleeping" girl as Suzie took the mobile.
"Not bad for a Reverend" Jill smiled
"I was a very bad girl once" Sophie lifted the sleeve of her threadbare orange top. A tattoo of a commando knife dripping blood, with the word "Mother" on the blade
By now, Juliette had come round and was craddling Mike's head to her breast. The sixteen year old seemed lifeless. Juliette slowly stroked his head as she raised her tearful face up to Sophie "He's dead isn't he?"
Sophie knelt by the girl and put one hand on her shoulder, she looked down at the lad. "Mike....Oh Mike...Stop playing for sympathy...I know you of old young man...”
With a staged groan, the lad’s eyes popped open... Indicating to Jill to leave the two youngsters alone Sophie picked up the neutronic whip.
Ursula was still kneeling one hand rubbing her injured head, the other trying to soothe her crotch. She screamed in fear as Sophie jabbed the whip into her side. For a brief second Jill thought she was going to fire it...But the Reverend clicked the safety catch on, turning she walked away from the sobbing girl “Right ladies there are three sets of clothes here...two full sets and one dress and boots...Be very gentle with the owner of the dress and boots please”
Four sets of hand reached out from under the grill and grabbing Laurens still form dragged the girl back into the cell...With that the remaining men where all unceremonially ordered out as the women started relieving the girl of her garments.
One woman grabbed a leg started to unlace the trainers, another roughly pulled Laurens knitted top up and off. The girls breast were cosseted in pink lace bra...but not for long...with a “Tang” the bra catch was undone and with the shoulder straps eased down and off the underwear was removed...revealing that Lauren liked to sunbath topless.
“Not bad...” A woman muttered “Mine used to be that firm”
“You got a good memory...” Another chuckled as she bent to undo the cut-off jeans
Lauren started too come to and struggle “Get off me to old hags...No! No! those are best tights”
Suzie and Paula picked up a box of old tights and slid into the cell... “Best be quite and relax. Its going to be at least a day before your released...The more you struggle the more hungry you’ll be...Still we have something for you to chew on...some nice scrumptious tights...yummy”
“No...No I’ll be quite doing stick those things in my mouth...Noo..MMmmmmuuuupppp” Her voice became muffled as three pairs of underwear were forcefully thumbed in.
Lauren’s body convulsed with sobs as she was pulled to her feet an made to step out of her tights and pink thong and hand them over.
Suzie and Paula then set to work to secure the gag in place with a cleave and matching “hood” of tan tights. Before binding the victim hand and foot, then adding a crotch rope for control.
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Meanwhile Sophie was helping Juliette out of her dress. The girl’s bra matched her panties perfectly. Once the boots were removed the two walked over to the far side of the anti room.
“I am really sorry about this” Sophie said offering Juliette a water bottle
“Look if it helps save lives...” The girl whispered leaning forward “But why don’t you all just accept VIVIVI rule she has done some wonderful mystical things...No more debt crisis, everyone has enough to eat, everyone lives in peace, everyone...”
“Is on the road to hell with the devil at the wheel” Sophie said earnestly “All of this is false its a trick manufactured to turn people away from Jesus”
“But why put your belief in a story”
“Did you do history at school...Yes good...do you believe in Julius Caesar”
Juliette nodded “Of course everyone knows about him”
“Well honey think on this are far more people who wrote about Jesus at the time he lived, died and was raised from the dead that wrote about Caesar when he was alive. It happen my girl...It is fact! gods son came to earth to save us all”
Juliette’s eye filled with bewilderment. Then she blushed, one hand covering her bra and the other covering her snug fitting crotch.
Looking around Sophie snapped “Mike its a cold shower for you...as soon as we find one”
“I was not ogling Juliette...I just want to be with her...Mum...please can we take her with us...please!”
Sophie turned to the girl “If you come with us you’ll have to learn a bit about our Lord...no one is going to force you to believe. However, I think you will come to understand...Of course you will have to put up with Mike here making puppy eyes at you all the time and I am afraid you will have to travel in your scanties for a while...still they are not as revealing as some beach wear I suppose” she mussed
Ursula was just composing herself when she heard the grill behind her being raised
“Your turn now lady”
Strong hands grabbed her feet and pulled...she jerked forward on to her stomach
Winded she looked backwards, her face contorted with terror. In the semi-darkness of the cell Lauren stood naked, bound and with her pretty face masked by a pair of tights.
“You know I think these leggings are just my size”
Ursula’s yelled “No...save me Mummy...” her voice fading as she was dragged into the cell her black gloss fingernails chipping as they scrabbled to get a purchase on the floor.
“Look even if Jesus did...I mean does exist...he’s not going to want me is he...I mean I’m not perfect...am I”
“Dear girl if we were perfect we would not need Jesus” Sophie interrupted as the three walked around the room.
Further discussion was temporally halted as two very naked bound and gagged girls bunny hopped by sobbing their little hearts out as they headed for the power room added in the progress by little slaps on pert naked backsides administered by two women now dressed in Lauren’s and Ursula’s clothes
Sophie noted that Mikes eyes never strayed from Juliette as the hapless two bounced by...And since they were braless bounce was the operative word she thought
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Fiona was thirty-eight, tall, slim, small-breasted, with hips a little wider than perfect, and bottom a little fuller. Her face was classic beauty; wide, green, feline eyes, a straight nose that she thought was a little too long, a full generous mouth that could form into a genuinely "Happy to Meet You" dazzling smile. Her hair was a rich, mid brown, and short, with a side-swept fringe and parting. Her hands were elegant, with long, artistic fingers. Her legs were long too, with silky, sculpted thighs and calves, a testament to hours working out and jogging.
Although a bit of a wild child in her late teens she had successfully put that behind her and had cultivated a persona of an educated woman, but with "the common touch" Indeed her air of composure was remarkable, which was why she had quickly become a very successful television presenter and newsreader.
Fiona had risen quickly through the ranks of the World Broadcasting Board ever since it had absorbed the old BBC.
She put that down to her charm, intelligence, a ready wit and her looks. Any thought it was to do with that night she had spent on the bearskin rug in VIVIVI's fathers house five years ago, she vigorously suppressed. Even though she now wore one of the rare bejewelled wrist mark of loyalty of the six echelon of the order of VIVIVI.
In her well-honed life, she liked to think that she was mistress of her emotions. Reading the News, she had soon become immune to the horrors of the world. Her friendship with VIVIVI had cocooned her from any personal worries...
That was until the last 45 seconds...that minor span had brought her surprise...horror and fear.
The woman spoke softly into Fiona's left ear again "Stop struggling and calm down. We are here to save lives not take them...submit and things will go better for you...stop that NOW!"
Fiona's well-toned frame heaved and wriggled as she struggled. With one hand, she plucked ineffectively at the hand that was slowly smothering her. Her other hand gripped her assailants arm and tried to dislodge its crushing presents from around her small boobs.
The world started to turn grey...then black with spots of bright lights...her hands ceased their pathetic attempt to free her and she sagged into the woman's arms...cool tears slowly ran down her hot cheeks, her lungs felt as if they were on fire. She mewed for mercy like a newly born kitten.
Suddenly she could breathe again...
"Be still or I'll turn out your lights my Lady" The assailants voice seemed less harsh and her grip less crushing
Fiona gazed around as her brain started to function normally again.
She and Ms. Amberton had gone to find the woman’s assistants.
All had was quite as the walked down the passage way...Ms Amberton had called out several times for the girls...each time her call was meet with silence...and each time Ms Amberton called the call became more strident. Fiona noted that the large woman walk was uneven as if she had to make a conscious effort to move her left leg and her face was showing more signs of pain with each step. Twice she had to stop and mop her brow.
Then as the entered, the cell area Ms Amberton stopped and snarled "Juliette...why did you not answer me...and why are you in your underwear..." Then they both became aware that they were surrounded.
"Juliette..." Ms Amberton's voice was unsure now; no longer strident...more quavering as the crowd of men and women closed in on them "OMG... they are the prisoners...Fiona run get help"
And that was when they were jumped up on.
Two women in “G” uniforms each holding one of Ms Amberton’s arms as the large woman struggled on the floor.
Suzie looked at Paula "I am afraid we have no one here who fit into these clothes"
"Stop fighting us lady you and your friend are going to donate you clothes...then you'll be tied up gagged and secreted somewhere where you can relax in your birthday suits....Stop that" She jerked Ms Amberton's left arm hard. Then gazing over the wretched woman "You know Suzie...perhaps we could get the whole Jones family inside this Caftan.
Their words sunk into Fiona's brain...she was to be stripped! Instantly she started to struggle again. Instantly her air supply was cut off. She slumped back her eyes as large a saucers
"I warned you," Jill growled in her ear...then she seemed to relax slightly and Fiona could breathe again
"One last chance lady...Do as you are told and it will be OK...STRIP" then she was freed
For a microsecond, Fiona thought about running...but she was now completely encircled by the former prisoners.
"Off with you men...and that includes you Mike!" Sophie commanded, "Make yourselves useful and check out that store room"
Fiona put her hands up to the zip of the short tunic dress she was wearing. She tugged it...it moved an inch then jammed. She struggled with it then a pair of cool hands intervened.
"Need help" Sophie worked the zip free and pulled it down.
Fiona spun around "How dare you do this to me? Don't you know who I am? I am a friend of VIVIVI! And she will make you sorry you have man-handled me..." she stamped her booted foot down hard
"Oh you mean she'll make sure the guillotine blade is really blunt!" Sophie smiled back at her sardonically
"Listen my girl...every man, woman and child here is due to die tomorrow...so if to escape we must inconvenience and embarrass some stuck up little news-reader, who has had her tongue up VIVIVI's rectum for the a good few years...guess that's what we will have to do." She paused and gazed straight in Fiona's reddened eye's
"Well that answers most of you questions...now as to the "Man-handling" I can always call the lads back...My son I fear would only be too delighted to help you get naked...He always said that we don't see enough of you on the box" She cleared her throat as if to call
"NO...no...Please no..." Fiona broke down. The frustrated rage, the horror of being naked in front of strangers and hearing the hard truth about herself. She wailed...sobs rolled through her body.
Her hands grabbed the grey dress and pulled it off in one movement. She stood resplendent in a translucent white lace slip. Underneath everyone could see a plain white chemise she had small breasts but large nipples. Her lower torso was clad in smoke grey tights, atop a black thong. Her Legs were clothed in knee high black leather boots (hand made in Italy).
For a while, Fiona gazed at the dress, then at the women around her. They had all, including a very upset Ms Amberton, stopped and were gazing at her.
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Jill perched her shapely bottom on old tree stump as she worked her foot into the shiny leather boot. The boot was tight on the thigh and pinched her foot. Still she knew that what ever happened, good or evil, she would not have to walk far in it. She reached for boots companion and started to work in on.
"Don't exhaust yourself will you" Suzie's
Jill turned and grind at Suzie. The blond was kneeling by a tree as was wiping her forehead. Having just finish securing the third semi-naked and unconscious Guardian to said Oak.
"You know the saying "Rank has it's privileges" and she did think this ambush up" Paula chipped in as she fastened the weapon belt around her trim waist.
She was already dressed in a Guardians uniform of black thigh boots, red tights, grey leotard and grey metal helmet.
"Still...why do I always get to do the binding and gagging?" Suzie winged "Its not very lady like, having to apply crotch ropes and all. And as to having to stuff mouths with underwear...Uuugggghh"
"You missed out the insertion of itching powder into the captives panties" Jill added
"Oh...she likes that bit" Paula laughed as she ducked out of the way of a grass sod hurled by a less that jovial Suzie
"Cut it out you two..." Jill said standing up and stomping her left foot into the tight boot
"Suzie...get dressed...I want to be out of here and in Dorchester before our generous identity donors here awaken and each find herself in bra and panties. Gagged and concealed, lashed to a tree with a very annoying itch in the vulva region...You know I hate to see a grown woman crying"
"Let them rot" Suzie said as she rolled the tights over her bare bottom.
"You know we cannot do that..."Jill snapped "If we are successful and free our fellow brothers and sisters of "The Way" you have to ensure that the Guardian HQ is told of the plight of these girls and where to find them"
Suzie rolled her eyes heavenward as Jill stomped off.
Paula walked over to the hapless Guardians. Taking a small glass phial she opened it and dabbed a drop of opaque liquid on to the emerald lozenge set with in each woman's forehead mark. Instantly the lozenge shrivelled up and a foul odour arouse...a mixture of sulphur and brimstone. Then the three concentric gold rings of the "Mark" itself buckled, the gold faded became rust and fell off.
"That will stop them from putting in any telepathic calls for help to the beast and the other two b*tches" Paula said as she helped Suzie fasten the weapon belt "You should loose some weight my girl...A little less Manna and a bit more combat training"
"Those three" Suzie nodded to the three tree hugging women "Must have worked out every day but they were still no match of me"
"Pride is a sin you know my girl" Paula scolded as she stuck a false "mark" on Suzie's forehead
"Sure I know I can only do it in the Lord strength" Suzie shrugged "but would it be wrong to despatch those three harpies to hell right now"
"Come on" Paula grabbed her friends arm and pulled her after Jill adding "Don't worry justice will be done...I hear that any Guardian who fails the "Most exulted one...the God of this world" is usually left to her fate...After all there are many more eager to take their place...More's the pity"
Jill punched to buttons and the ground car lifted and worked its way down the narrow winding woodland road. Once reaching the old A35 the car smoothly accelerated leaving the wood far behind.
Within twenty minutes the sodium lights of Poundbury and of Dorchester hove into view. Slowing the car joined the early Friday evening rush home on the bypass.
As the workers headed back home to shop before the following day of "Worship and Adoration" of Vivivi
Turning into the town they was at every corner the massive bill boards proclaiming "VIVIVI She Cares for All, She Knows All, She See's All" Jill shuddered the beast had risen indeed.
The old Victorian mock Castle Keep, the barracks for the Dorset Regiment looked as solid and respectable as ever. A island of the ancient virtues honour and duty, in a sea of depravity. That is if one could ignore the Guillotine erected in front of the Tower.
A few scruffily dressed soldiers ambled by heading for the Bull or the Blue Raddle. They eyed up the three women in Guardians uniforms with a mixture of dread and lust.
One reaching the gate the only guard seemed to be a WRAC NCO in full summer dress uniform. White blouse, Green skirt that reached below her knees, tan hosiery and sensible black lace shoes. Her uniform jacket and hat hung on a coat stand behind her. She jumped up and stood at the attention and the three walked in to the guard room.
"Only you on duty?" Jill snapped
"No Miss there's me and five new girls on this weekend and the Major of course"
"No men?"
"No Miss...Er I know there should be especially with that group of dangerous Jesus freaks in detention. But since the mass disappearances and the New World government of the blessed one.."
The thirty something woman slapped her chest as she spoke showing the gold ringed "Mark of Loyalty" on her left wrist
"Its been impossible to motivate most of the regiment...Most just want to draw their pay and get drunk....Just like the Major! " the brunette added with the deliberate idea of dropping her superior in the sh1t..."Can I help you...I mean I guess you must be here about them...Listen they are singing away in praise of their Jesus...I mean how dare they turn down Vivivi's love and kindness...I ask you"
Up through the fort came echoing a hymn, clapping and laughter
"I need to speak to that bunch" Jill snapped "I have to give them one last chance to take the Mark before we send them to the Guillotine after tomorrow's adoration"
The NCO blanched "Er.. sorry Miss NO can do...Orders from on high...No one but no one...not even Guardian's must see them only the guards"
"Well let me speak to the guards first I am sure I can make them understand"
"Sorry Miss not without a pass from the Major"
"Well take us to the Major then"
The office reeked of stale Gin. The Major dressed in army combats was sprawled over her desk. A half empty bottle of spirit in her hand.
"Seems like you had best come back tomorrow Miss" the NCO said turning to go
"Not so fast lady"
"Uuggghhhh.....hhheeeellpppp uuummmm uuugghhhh"
"Don't fight it honey...Your just going to take a nice little nap...Stop struggling it's only a sleeper hold...that's it nice and quite now...pleasant dreams....good girl"
As her whimpers and wriggling subsided Jill lowered the hapless woman into a chair. She released her neck hold and walked to the door. Apart from the distant singing of psalms the fort was still.
Turning she gazed at Suzie and Paula..."Ok ladies strip them both...I'll find something to secure them"
Ten minutes later the NCO was down to her long line bra and pantie girdle. She had awoken to find she was glued to toilet, her feet devoid of their tan stockings stuck to the wall behind her. Her arms around a drunk, sleeping and naked Major sat on her lap. Both women where stuck in what might be described as a passionate embrace...with their lips superglued together.
Jill winked at her and put a figure to her lips to indicate the sobbing woman should stay quite.
“Hope you like your new girlfriend Major...I think she really STUCK on you” Jill whispered in the ear of the sleeping woman
She locked the Major’s office lavatory and turned to see Paula fastening the NCO’s tan stockings.
“Fit ladies?” Jill move forward
Paula brushed down her newly acquired skirt and went to follow
“Not so fast you two” Suzie snapped “I am now senior here...look” she indicated the Majors “pips” on her battledress... “You two follow me”
They stepped out into the corridor and walked straight into four rather drunk WRACs all armed and not very happy.
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"Here you stop right there" The leader of the four snarled as she shoved the business end of a Browning Hi-power 9mm into Suzie's left bosom.
"You Major Cornelius aren't you...You put me sister on a "fizzer" for being drunk...a fine charge coming from you...Now you call up my captain see and you tell's him you made a mistake like and my sister can go like...right!"
"Hold on here soldier" Jill snapped stepping forward her hand reaching for her blaster
"Easy lady" Two of the four grabbed her "We don't have any quarrel with no "G's" this isn't nothing to do with loyalty to her majesty...We just want justice like...If Major snobby here make the call we can all go and be happily doing our Kowtow on the morrow like..."
"Alright...alright if we just step back in the office I'll make the call" Suzie played along
"No you don't we go to the Regimental office and get one of those civvy clerks to log the call proper like...Them slappers don't do much anyway...Move you snobby git"
The three looked at each other...none of them knew they way, but to ask this butch of dope heads would be courting trouble.
Paula spoke up "Best if you lead the way...Just to make sure you cannot say we are taking in into a trap"
"Good thinking for a slapper" The forth girl chucked "Best take the point Dora"
The little squad made it's way across the parade ground to the old store rooms. A door and a flight of age worn stone steps took them up to a dirty frosted glass door. Without knocking Dora shoved it open and the group marched in.
"What is the meaning of this" A tall bespectacled redhead turned to them. Jill would put her in her mid-forties. She either did a lot of exercise or the prim blue blouse and black trousers of her garb hid some well made "body control" undies.
There where two other women in the room. One a petite busty blonde in a red woollen top a very short green plaid pleated skirt and black tights. She stood bent forward by the view screen that was silently playing a new episode of "East Enders" turning quickly she tottered on her four inch platform shoes. The second woman was a lady of Afro-Caribbean origin. She sat at the nearest desk dressed in a white blouse that did little to mask the lace bra beneath. A wide leather belt girdled her trim waist masking the top of her red flowing floral patterned skirt. From under the hem of the calf garment several layers of lace petticoats protruded and danced around her white stocked legs.
"Shut up slag..." Dora snapped "The Major here wants to send a urgent personal message on the Sky Screech to my Captain...Ain't that right Major?"
"Major?" The redhead looked querulous "Who are you all?...Lucy call the guardroom now"
As blonde turned to obey, the two soldiers gripping Jill jumped forward...They need not have bothered as Lucy in her haste tripped up over her own feet and ended up sprawling on her back legs in the air, proving a) The young lady had that day gone "Commando" and b) she was a true blonde
With Jill now free and with Dora and her cohorts now doing some feasting of the eyes on the hapless blondes nether region. The three women struck. Suzie knocked the pistol from Dora's hand, at the same time punching her hard below the belt. Dora retched her face turning the same shade green as her uniform, as she buckled Suzie's left hand delivered a swift chop just below Dora's right ear. The girl was out cold before she hit the floor.
Paula thumped the Soldier who was standing with her back to her on the head with her fist. The soft peaked cap did little to soften the blow. The girls tan covered knees slapped together as her trim body was compressed by the blow. Silently the women slumped across the photo copier, that automatically started to copy the rather well endowed chest pressing down on it.
Jill grabbed the hair "buns" of the other two pulled both women's heads back and apart, before slamming them together. A yelps of surprise then pain came from both. Jill repeated the procedure till both girls were getting the dust from the office floor on their trim knees. She stepped around the groaning dazed pair. Jill lifted the head of the blonde one, so that the girls chin was pointing upwards, she then took one step back and delivered an upper cut blow that knock the girl on her back, the hem of her skirt flipped up on to her chest as she bounced. Jill took a quick look a the sleeping soldier and wondered "What is it with blondes in tights, do none of them wear panties around here?"
Turning she when to repeat the procedure with the surviving women. A dusky skinned, black haired dark eyed beauty.
The dazed girl did have enough sense still to throw her hands up in surrender, eye wide with fear.
Jill, rather unprofessionally, hesitated thinking she could put the defeated soldier to work. Just then Lucy managed to stagger to her feet, only to loose her footing and fall forward. She hit a tall filing cabinet which unbalanced and hit another. On top of this was an rather sorry looking Aspidistra in a cracked clay pot. This plant toppled forward with the pot smashing on the soldiers head. The girl's eyes crossed she gurgled slumping forward and lay still.
"What is the meaning of this?" the Redhead demanded as she kicked pieces of the broken pot to one side
"Guardian business Madam" Jill tersely replied "Now be good enough to find me something to restrain our playmate here when the awaken"
"I got some string" Lucy suggested and started to totter over to her desk.
"We need a little more substantial material than that" Paula said eyeing well toned young ladies stretched out before her.
"Can I suggest some old clothes in one of the lower store rooms Miss Forbes?" The third clerk said getting up and dusting the dried plant soil from her shapely ankles.
Miss Forbes still pondering the whole situation nodded "Your right Petronela. I do believe there are several boxes of slips and hosiery down there...if you would be so kind and while your away I am sure the good Guardian here is going to give me a full explanation of what is going on...” She turned to face Jill and gave her an icy demanding stare.
“Shall I put the cash away Miss Forbes?” Lucy said reaching for the keys on Petronela’s desk. Then she tottered over to a large hefty metal door which bore a brass plate “Jones Brothers strong room purveyors to the Crown 1901” With difficulty the young woman eased the door open to reveal a small cool brick room lined with dusty files.
Petronela was only away ten minutes. She came clattering back into the office holding a stack of five cardboard boxes in front of her...So tall was the stack that she could not see where she was going. Indeed Jill marvelled at the woman’s ability to climb the stairs without falling over.
If Petronela wondered why the office was now filled with the blaring closing titles music to East Enders, she made no comment. She turned and deposited her load on a desk saying as she turned
“I could only find some boxes of used parade quality tights I am afraid...no slips and O.M.G...Ummmmpph”
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“You did very well my dear. Now look we do not want to hurt you so if you promise to be good and keep your mouth shut I will remove my hand from your face and let you breath...Deal?” Jill whispered softly into the shocked woman’s ear....
A wide eyed Petronela nodded
“Good girl...now slip over and join Miss Forbes and young Lucy if you please...Once that is, you have stripped down to your underwear just like them”
May be it was the shock of finding her co-workers in their scanties or fear of what might befall them all that made the woman shake so. What ever, it took her almost as long to shed her blouse, leather belt, skirt along with its three layers of petticoats and her heals as it had to collect the boxes of tights.
Eventually she stood with her friends. Her bosoms heaving in the lacy confines of her bra.....beads of sweat rolled down to a red lace suspender belt and black lacy panties. Her bottom lip trembling as she raised her hand sky ward like her two friends
Jill surveyed the scene. She tried desperately not to take pleasure in the women’s semi naked state and their obviously very embarrassed condition. She did grin to herself that she was right about Miss Forbes. The woman sported an all in one control body in white with matching knee high stockings. Lucy, now minus her top, skirt and perhaps more importantly for the safety and welfare of all concerned her spectacularly unstable footwear, stood resplendent in plan translucent tights and a taupe strapless bra. This garment seemed to defy the laws of gravity as it cosseted and maintained control over Lucy's very prominent assets
“Right ladies...please let me emphasise that we wish you no harm...However, we need your clothes for our friends. Paula if you would be so good as to take down the names and address of our three friends here we will make restitution to you at a future time. Unfortunately we also need to ensure you and our sleeping sparing partners here stay out of circulation for a day or two. I will not be pleasant for you but you should survive...understand?”
Three rather tear laced “yes’s” echoed around the room
Then Lucy cleared her throat and very nervously enquired "Your here about the people in the cellar aren't you?"
Suzie smiled at her "That's right lass we are here to save life not take it. But they are our fellow travellers on the way. We follow Jesus and proclaim the truth that god loves use all but only through his son can we come to him and be called his true sons and daughters and be saved. That mark you all have on your wrist is not a blessing its the devils curse"
Lucy looked back at her in an uncomprehending way "Why can't you just love Vivivi as we do then everything would be ok wouldn't it?"
Sadly Suzie shock her head.
“Ok ladies please if you would be so good as to release the young soldier girls her of their uniforms, which they have done so much to disgrace. Once that is done you may use some of those tights and secure them hands, feet arms and legs...Come on ladies lets move it shall we...”
It took ten minutes of feverish work by the three clerks to strip and bind the four women.
Dora wore stockings, a black plan bra with matching thong. Apart from their tights the other three where devoid of underwear. Tights now tightly stretched in copious turns around nylon covered ankles, knees and thighs. Their wrists were tied under their legs with the bindings joining the bonds of the ankles in a mini inversed hogtie. Further tights had been whipped around each firm waist, before being slipped between each victims thighs, under their bottoms up through the waist binding again and around the elbows. Making any struggling a very uncomfortable business.
Paula reached in side the next box and started balling up some of the underwear. To her surprise Miss Forbes came over and helped her. She whispered to Paula "Petronela and Lucy are ok they just don't understand..." Then in a lower tone "I went to a church before the disappearences, I love the Lord its just that when a Guardian puts a blaster to your head and says "Take the mark or else" what can you do"
Paula looked at the women " I am sorry for you...I hope and pray that you will be in a space that one day you can have that thing removed...now hurry up its far more difficult to gag a woman once she's awake"
Finally the cheeks of the four soldiers bulged with a good stuffing of malodorous hosiery. A knotted pair added as a cleave gag, before each soldier was "hooded" with a further pair so as to catch any muffled futile cry for help.
"Good work ladies " Jill smiled at the very worried looking three some. "Guess you must have figured out that its your turn now"
She picked up some hose and threw them over "Lets start with the ankles shall we"
Soon all three had obediantly firmly secured their own ankles, knees and thighs. They stood swaying slightly
"Gaggy time I think...Lucy will you do the honours please..."
Miss Forbes and Petronela's faces were pictures of disgust as Lucy turned to them with balled up tights in her hand
"Come now...open wide...say Aggghhhhh"
Jill did not get Aggghhh's more like Uuuugghhhhhh's as Lucy's figures rammed home the worn underwear. Dispute their obvious distaste at their treatment the two clerks remained fairly sanguine through out...even to being hooded.
Suzie then took over lashing all three women's arms behind their backs and coating each finger in what remained of the superglue. Thus turning each pair of hands into a useless lump.
"Now your turn you lady" Suzy smiled as she proffered a pair of balled up tights to the blondes mouth
"Wait please wait....That Jesus thing I totally get it...you mean we can all be save...if uuuummmppphh"
"Glad you understand now keep you mouth open while I pack in these other two pairs please miss....there we go...now for the cleave...Oh do stand still anyone would think you had never been gagged before...right just these pair as a nice quieting hood...sorry here let me brush your hair out of your eyes...good well done" then she added "don't worry it will all work out OK in the end" with that Suzy gave way to temptation and smacked Lucy's chubby buttocks in a friendly manner.
Paula, Jill and Suzy slid the four sleeping soldiers into the strong room and left them in a picturesque pile far from the door.
Jill then beckoned the three clerks over. The helpless women "bunny hopped" with terror filled eyes to the strong room door.
"Look" Jill said resting a reassuring hand on Miss Forbes's shoulder "We have to lock you in but I see that there are some air bricks up high so you'll be fine"
One by one the clerks hopped inside Lucy bring up the rear. At which point Lucy's bra finally gave up the uneven struggle with gravity and Lucy was revealled in all her glory.
The girl not for the first time that day swayed for a second or two and fell forward on to Miss Forbes who fell against Petronela. So that all three lay writhing with a rustling of nylon clad legs atop the other four women.
Jill slammed the door shut and locked it.
They picked up the uniforms, the clerks outwear and the boxes of tights and left the room.
They reached the foot of the stairs they halted. An APC pulled up and out of the back got twelve women soldiers all armed with bayonets fixed.
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"And CUT!" A megaphone roared out.
The women stopped and instantly relaxed. Some pulled off their helmets, allowing their long blonde tresses to blow in the breeze, as rifles clattered on the floor.
A young brunette in cut off jeans with brown tights, a topped with a pullover walked forward with mugs of tea. Another in sheepskin boots, black leggings and a shirt stood tossing her long black locks as she talked into her mobile.
"Yeah!...Really cool, Fiona B is coming down to do a Cameo role...this evening...No! Should be back in town after tomorrows Adoration...Meet up...cool see you then...luv and kisses"
"Juliette...Juliette...where is that stupid girl?" the speaker was dressed in an orange beret, a brightly coloured Caftan of Hawaiian inspiration; she wore green tights down to her ankles and sandals on her feet. She glowered around taking puffs on a cigarette held in a long ebony holder.
"Here Ms. Amberton... Just had to check the camera's links where working and..." A blonde in a short flower print dress and Doc. Martins steeped forward from behind a group of three D cameras
"Oh be quite girl you are always so...so...noisy...Just make sure they all the actresses take up their correct positions for the next take, you can never trust these "Bit-Parters" ...Then we can go inside for the hostage scene when Fiona arrives...Onward girls onward..." Her arm flicked around as if she was conducting an orchestra. Her gold wrist Mark flashing.
Seeing the three she shrugged her shoulders and shock her head..."Amateurs...amateurs...I am lumbered with amateurs...Not only are they incompetent but their dress sense...Uggghhh!"
Slipping past the film crew, the three made their way to the stairs that led down to the cellars.
The singing led them through a cold, brightly lit corridor. As they went forward, the lights seemed much dimmer. A humid heat replaced the coolness. White paint was peeling from damp stained walls their echoing footsteps masked by the singing of "Abide with me".
Suddenly the corridor opened out into a spacious, stiflingly hot and dimly lit anteroom.
There were three doorways leading off the room. From one, its door wide open, shone a bright light, heat wafted out from the ViViVi power unit. The ancient roof of the room was support by thin metal pillars. The second room had no door and was partly filled with open crates full of old boots and army webbing.
The entrance to the third room was blocked by a floor to ceiling by a rolling metal grill, not unlike the mesh grills used to cover shop fronts. A key pad was set to one side, its numerals glowing in the semi-darkness The girls could make out movement from behind the shutters and could hear the voices of both men and women captives.
Just to on side of the room, five soldiers sat playing cards, huddled around a small tripod table. They paid no attention to the new arrivals, mainly because they all rather engrossed with their little game of strip poker. The game which had so far resulted in two young ladies being down to the uniform vests, full brief "Kidney Warmer" panties and matching khaki ankle socks. Their uniform battledress tops and trousers lay in untidy pile with their cast off boots.
A sergeant, still with her uniform pullover top on, was just wriggling her way out of her skirt, revealing a pink lacy suspender belt "American Tan" stockings and a pair of plain black "High Cut" panties.
"Now show us your card Miss" A chubby girl chuckled in a rough Glaswegian accent as raising her wine bottle to her lips.
The three could not help but notice that she was still fully dressed.
"Come on Miss play up, play up and play the game" her voice sounded a bit slurred now "You officers are quick enough to yell orders, but yer canna take'm canna yer" the voice dropped to a menacing rasp
"Well look...I mean...Ok so you won!" a tall blonde stood up throwing her cards on the table. Apart from a pair of tan control top tights, the young busty lady was naked.
"Well are yer no going to get yer legs off?” Chubby grinned relishing the sight of her officer blushing before her.
"Cos if yer no going to do voluntary like well we'll just have to help you"
Scowling the woman slid her thumbs into the waistband for the underwear and slowly worked the clinging material downward, bending forward slightly to shield her vulva from four pairs of hungry eyes.
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"You ken yer erse is oot the windae" Chubby laughed as the woman stood up "Now yer can have cloots and yer legs back...If yer's just pays that little forfeit we all agreed before starting our little game" She swung herself around one her chair and pulled up her skirt.
For a moment, the blonde blustered, threatening to put the soldier on a charge. However, when she tried to snatch back her uniform from the table Chubby's fist slammed into her stomach. With a resigned sigh, the office slowly got on her knees in front of the smirking woman. Her hands slid up and pulled a pair of red panties down to the soldier’s ankles.
The Scot’s girl parted her legs and clutching the blonde’s hair with one hand forced the officer’s head down, while with the other she lifted her own pullover and eased her bra cups down.
Laughing the other soldiers circled round leaning over the table their backs to the tunnel, anxious to get a good view of the officer’s complete humiliation.
The sound of slurping could distinctly be heard, even over the giggling of the three soldiers and the gasps of pleasure now rising from the chubby Scot.
Jill, Suzie and Paula move forward on tiptoes until they could see right over the shoulders of the scantily clad girls. Chubby's face was flushed her eyes closed, her mouth opening and closing uttering guttural gasps of pleasure.
Jill nodded. Swiftly and noiselessly the three struck. Each applied a “sleeper hold” to the neck of the unsuspecting girl in front of her. Then pulled the girls backward away from the table. For a few seconds the soldiers vainly struggled, clasping at the forearms that were forcefully suppressing the blood flow to their brains...panic seized all three of them. Pairs of unshod feet slid and slipped on the floor, silently slamming and flailing. Nevertheless, in a few seconds, the squirming ceased and Jill and Co. slid the senseless victims to the floor.
Suzie moved around the table a balled up pair of tights in her hand. These she clamped over Chubby's mouth and noise, stifling the Scots screams of surprise. Yanking seat soldiers head to one side Suzie administered a swift chop with her free hand to the soft nerve ending just at the base of the neck.
The girl slumped limply in the chair.
From between Chubby's fat thighs a voice arose “Are you satisfied now Flora ****burn?....****burn? Answer me girl...What the Hell!” The woman raised her head to find herself surrounded by three strangers.
“Who the devil...UUmmmmpphhh”
Paula clamped a hand over the officers mouth and dragged the shocked woman to her feet “Be quite and do as you are told or we will send you to VIVIVI before you time” She hissed “Now you are going to go and punch the numbers into that key pad over there....then you can relax with your friends all nicely bound and gagged of course”
“Please...” The officer gasped “I have a family don’t kill me”
“No one is going to get killed lady, unless you misbehave...Now the lock you git...punch those buttons” Growled Jill trying to sound more terrifying that she actually felt.
Chubby slowly slid off the chair and crumpled to the floor, as the attractive blonde was frog marched over to the door.
Paula held her in a painful arm lock with one hand will desperately wiping a few of Chubby’s little curly hairs off the hand she had used to hand gag the officer.
The whimpering blonde punched in the numbers and with a rattle and a grinding sound, slowly the grill rolled up wards.
Jill looked in surprise and horror. The space was no more than twelve foot by twelve foot. Moreover, of that one corner was curtained off to give a hint of privacy to a lavatory. Inside she had expected to find ten or twelve people, there were thirty mostly women but six men and five youngsters, all of the later were in their late teens four girls and one boy.
The lad had been standing by the doorway, and stood in gaping amazement at the would be rescuers. Well actually not so much at the rescuers more at the blushing totally naked blonde just in front of him.
A woman moved through the compact crowd. “Mike stop that my boy” She clamped her hand over her son’s eyes and looked a the officer “Sorry about that Hanna...guess it’s not really been your day”
She proffered a grimy hand that Jill took and shook. “I am Sophie Tarn...The Reverend Tarn if you wish to be formal...But I prefer just plain Sophie...You must excuse our state of dress these orange prison gowns are neither flattering or very substantial...Still they offer a little more covering than Captain Hanna Croft is currently attired in” She smiled
“We have some clothes for some of you”Jill looked past the Reverend “However there are far more here than we had been led to believe there would be”
“Don’t worry my dear the Good Lord I am sure will provide” Then the statuesque woman gently turned her son around and still with her hand over his eyes made him face the wall.
“Now” she said, “do we have any volunteers’ to assist in the binding and gagging of the captive Captain and her playmates...and No Mike you can’t volunteer”
Twenty minutes later the whimpering captain and the soldiers where all naked, tightly bound, crotch roped and gagged.
Sophie perched on the card table and was slipping into the officers tights as her former gaolers’ where dragged by their bound legs still wriggling, passed her and into the power room. Other women prisoners were dressing in the soldiers’ underwear and uniforms. Some women stood around discussing the merit of and trying one the clothes on loan from the unfortunate Miss Forbes, Lucy and Petronella.
Jill went back into the “Cell” and spoke to the men. She had to smile at Mike’s antics as the youth tried to look passed her as Paula and Suzie changed back into the uniform of the Guardians’.
Then over the general hubbub came the sound of high heels approaching down the tunnel
“I am not sure we should do this...its wrong to mock those poor captives,” A girl’s voice echoed
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The escapees and the three girls scattered. Jill, Paula and Suzie dashed around attempting to clear up the detritus of cast of clothes and uniforms from around the table, before ramming the some unused tights back in the boxes.
Sophie dusted down her recently acquired skirt and uniform, then sat down demurely crossing her legs and quickly brushing her short black hair.
Two men hopped passed pulling on the soldiers trousers and headed into the storeroom. Some women prisoners rushed into the power room taking uniforms with them. The rest headed back behind the grill into the make shift cell.
Jill partly lowered the grill but left a gap of three feet at the bottom. Paula extinguished two of the lights. Leaving only two lights, one above the entrance tunnel and the other over the closed power room door.
The sound of the footsteps was much closer now.
“Ms Amberton will miss us shortly...perhaps we should...”
“For F*ck sake Juliette...give it a rest. Me and Lauren don’t give a Tinkers curse for what that old bag says...She chewed us out so much today letter her stew for awhile...Come on lets poke fun at those Jesus freaks...”
“No Ursula...Its wrong! lets leave them be...the poor devils are all going to have their heads chopped off tomorrow anyway...Even that lad...You know the Priests son...”
“Got the “Hot’s” for him have you” A third voice echoed down the tunnel “Are you going to screw him Juliette...I heard who’d hump with a Camel if you could...” mocking laughter followed “Get it...Camel...Hump...Camels got a Hump ain’t...Oh please yourself you slut”
“I hears that she does that too...Lauren” Ursula’s voice boomed out “Not a banana is safe when Juliette get randy”
They entered the anti-room the two dark haired teenagers in the lead and a rather brooding Juliette bring up the rear scuffing the toes of her Dr.Martins as she came.
“Its just he looks such a nice boy,” she said softly.
All three stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Jill and the other two in Guardians uniforms
“Whoops...sorry officers...we took the wrong turning” Lauren gulped slowly backing away
“Yes didn’t realise there would be a Guardian connection” Muttered Ursula
“Did you not” Jill snapped, “Sacrifices to VIVIVI’s divine beauty ALWAY’s have a “G” connection”
She reached out. Her hand brushed aside the goggle eyed girls long brown locks from the nape of Ursula's swan like neck and slowly stroked it "Such a lovely neck...just made for the guillotine...a real pity you aren't a virgin...Ever thought of becoming a Chris*ian?"
Ursula’s breast heaved and she pulled away. Her mouth opening and closing in horror at the thought.
“You do love VIVIVI don’t you?” Jill continued she manoeuvred herself between the two and the tunnel “Enough to lay down your life for her?”
“Please Miss...Please I am only eighteen...,”She stammered then hurredly added “And I lost my cherry three years ago...VIVIVI only likes virgins don’t she?”
“Virgins and Jesus Freaks” Lauren interjected in the hope that the "G" would remain concentrating on Ursula and not her, as she too backed away
“Look Miss we only came to make fun of them...nothing more” she added as her back came to rest against the metal grill. She and Ursula now stood facing Jill with nowhere to run.
A disconsolate Ursula gazed back at Jill.
“She must have had a pretty face once,” Jill thought...but her eyes were now sunken, a situation not helped by her jet black eye shadow and think mascara lashes. The girl’s skin had a pale yellow tinge. Gold rings adorned her eyebrows, another through her nose, while three studs’ pierced her lower lip. Her body, even concealed by the large white shirt, more suited to a male body builder, seemed wasted. The fingernails of the hand that now plucked fretfully at the shirt collar where painted jet black.
Lauren started to sidle away. Her pert denim clad backside pressed hard against the grill, a worried look on her round face. The girls once voluptuous red glossed lips now compressed into an anxious narrow red line, long elegant fingers with day glow orange nails clutched the designer handbag in a vice like grip. Trainers that must have cost a months salary and where designed to carry top athletes at speed now shuffled millimetre , by millimetre as they took the scarred girl out of Jill’s immediate field of vision. Unfortunately, for Lauren as she half turned she found her face bumping up against Suzie's ample bosoms’ in the borrowed Guardians uniform.
“Sorry honey your not my type” Suzie growed and shoved the girl back beside her companion.
When Jill heard Juliette whimper, and Paula’s commanding voice telling the blonde to stay still, she decided it was time to give the girls a chance to cooperate.
“Ok ladies if your thinking we are Guardians looking for three more votive offerings to satisfy VIVIVI’s blood lust forget it...Actually we are here to help...Err...what was that poetic phrase of yours Ursula “Jesus Freaks” was it not?...those Jesus Freaks escape and...”
From behind, her Jill heard Juliette softly sigh “Thank God”
“The only thing standing in our way is that they lack clothes...”Jill continued “Now guess where you three come in...STRIP! And that includes your undies...”
Lauren and Ursula’s mouths dropped open... “Us strip....” Laurens voice quavered
“Yes that’s right...if you hurry up we will not have to hurt you young lady...Resist and you will regret it.”
The two girls looked at each other for a second. Ursula was the first to move. She placed her handbag between her trembling knees and slowly used both hands to start to unbutton her shirt.
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“That order includes you too lady” Paula snapped she shoved Juliette forward...In fact she shoved too hard and the blonde slammed into the wall by the grill. She slid to the floor her skirt up revealing a white high cut panty with red poker dots . For a moment Juliette sat dazed a tear sliding down her cheek.
“On your feet girl” Paula grabbed the reclining girl’s hair as was starting to pull her up
“Hey stop that!”...Mike shot out from under the grill and pushed Paula away. He turned and offered his hand to help the girl up. This Juliette accepted and the two stood gazing into each other’s eyes their hands still clasped together.
“Don’t worry...I won’t let anyone hurt you...My Mum calls the shots around here and she’ll do as I ask...So just stick with me and I’ll.....Uuuuuuuuggghhhhh....AAAAAAggggghhhhh”
There was a loud buzzing sound. Mike seemed to convulse and collapse in agony and so did Juliette
Ursula had taken a neutronic whip from her bag and had discharged it against Mike neck. The pulse shot down his body ,through his hand and into Juliette also.
Ursula jabbed the recharging weapon against Mike’s head “Anyone moves and I’ll fry his brain,” she snarled
Someone did move...Sophie shot forward with the speed, power and agility of a tigeress defending her cub. Her stocking foot lashed out and upwards...upwards to the crotch of Ursula’s very tight leggings.
Ursula doubled up retching...nevertheless, she still clutched the neutronic whip...but not for long. Sophie’s fist smashed down on her head and the weapon fell from limp fingers. The girl sank to her knees gasping.
Leaping over the first girl, she threw herself at Lauren. The girl had been trying to call for help on her mobile. The phone went flying and so did Lauren...Right on to her back...her long nylon clad legs kicking the air. Sophie sat on her and pulled her head upwards, and proceeded to swiftly punch the seventeen-year old lights out. Sophie rolled off the "sleeping" girl as Suzie took the mobile.
"Not bad for a Reverend" Jill smiled
"I was a very bad girl once" Sophie lifted the sleeve of her threadbare orange top. A tattoo of a commando knife dripping blood, with the word "Mother" on the blade
By now, Juliette had come round and was craddling Mike's head to her breast. The sixteen year old seemed lifeless. Juliette slowly stroked his head as she raised her tearful face up to Sophie "He's dead isn't he?"
Sophie knelt by the girl and put one hand on her shoulder, she looked down at the lad. "Mike....Oh Mike...Stop playing for sympathy...I know you of old young man...”
With a staged groan, the lad’s eyes popped open... Indicating to Jill to leave the two youngsters alone Sophie picked up the neutronic whip.
Ursula was still kneeling one hand rubbing her injured head, the other trying to soothe her crotch. She screamed in fear as Sophie jabbed the whip into her side. For a brief second Jill thought she was going to fire it...But the Reverend clicked the safety catch on, turning she walked away from the sobbing girl “Right ladies there are three sets of clothes here...two full sets and one dress and boots...Be very gentle with the owner of the dress and boots please”
Four sets of hand reached out from under the grill and grabbing Laurens still form dragged the girl back into the cell...With that the remaining men where all unceremonially ordered out as the women started relieving the girl of her garments.
One woman grabbed a leg started to unlace the trainers, another roughly pulled Laurens knitted top up and off. The girls breast were cosseted in pink lace bra...but not for long...with a “Tang” the bra catch was undone and with the shoulder straps eased down and off the underwear was removed...revealing that Lauren liked to sunbath topless.
“Not bad...” A woman muttered “Mine used to be that firm”
“You got a good memory...” Another chuckled as she bent to undo the cut-off jeans
Lauren started too come to and struggle “Get off me to old hags...No! No! those are best tights”
Suzie and Paula picked up a box of old tights and slid into the cell... “Best be quite and relax. Its going to be at least a day before your released...The more you struggle the more hungry you’ll be...Still we have something for you to chew on...some nice scrumptious tights...yummy”
“No...No I’ll be quite doing stick those things in my mouth...Noo..MMmmmmuuuupppp” Her voice became muffled as three pairs of underwear were forcefully thumbed in.
Lauren’s body convulsed with sobs as she was pulled to her feet an made to step out of her tights and pink thong and hand them over.
Suzie and Paula then set to work to secure the gag in place with a cleave and matching “hood” of tan tights. Before binding the victim hand and foot, then adding a crotch rope for control.
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Meanwhile Sophie was helping Juliette out of her dress. The girl’s bra matched her panties perfectly. Once the boots were removed the two walked over to the far side of the anti room.
“I am really sorry about this” Sophie said offering Juliette a water bottle
“Look if it helps save lives...” The girl whispered leaning forward “But why don’t you all just accept VIVIVI rule she has done some wonderful mystical things...No more debt crisis, everyone has enough to eat, everyone lives in peace, everyone...”
“Is on the road to hell with the devil at the wheel” Sophie said earnestly “All of this is false its a trick manufactured to turn people away from Jesus”
“But why put your belief in a story”
“Did you do history at school...Yes good...do you believe in Julius Caesar”
Juliette nodded “Of course everyone knows about him”
“Well honey think on this are far more people who wrote about Jesus at the time he lived, died and was raised from the dead that wrote about Caesar when he was alive. It happen my girl...It is fact! gods son came to earth to save us all”
Juliette’s eye filled with bewilderment. Then she blushed, one hand covering her bra and the other covering her snug fitting crotch.
Looking around Sophie snapped “Mike its a cold shower for you...as soon as we find one”
“I was not ogling Juliette...I just want to be with her...Mum...please can we take her with us...please!”
Sophie turned to the girl “If you come with us you’ll have to learn a bit about our Lord...no one is going to force you to believe. However, I think you will come to understand...Of course you will have to put up with Mike here making puppy eyes at you all the time and I am afraid you will have to travel in your scanties for a while...still they are not as revealing as some beach wear I suppose” she mussed
Ursula was just composing herself when she heard the grill behind her being raised
“Your turn now lady”
Strong hands grabbed her feet and pulled...she jerked forward on to her stomach
Winded she looked backwards, her face contorted with terror. In the semi-darkness of the cell Lauren stood naked, bound and with her pretty face masked by a pair of tights.
“You know I think these leggings are just my size”
Ursula’s yelled “No...save me Mummy...” her voice fading as she was dragged into the cell her black gloss fingernails chipping as they scrabbled to get a purchase on the floor.
“Look even if Jesus did...I mean does exist...he’s not going to want me is he...I mean I’m not perfect...am I”
“Dear girl if we were perfect we would not need Jesus” Sophie interrupted as the three walked around the room.
Further discussion was temporally halted as two very naked bound and gagged girls bunny hopped by sobbing their little hearts out as they headed for the power room added in the progress by little slaps on pert naked backsides administered by two women now dressed in Lauren’s and Ursula’s clothes
Sophie noted that Mikes eyes never strayed from Juliette as the hapless two bounced by...And since they were braless bounce was the operative word she thought
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Fiona was thirty-eight, tall, slim, small-breasted, with hips a little wider than perfect, and bottom a little fuller. Her face was classic beauty; wide, green, feline eyes, a straight nose that she thought was a little too long, a full generous mouth that could form into a genuinely "Happy to Meet You" dazzling smile. Her hair was a rich, mid brown, and short, with a side-swept fringe and parting. Her hands were elegant, with long, artistic fingers. Her legs were long too, with silky, sculpted thighs and calves, a testament to hours working out and jogging.
Although a bit of a wild child in her late teens she had successfully put that behind her and had cultivated a persona of an educated woman, but with "the common touch" Indeed her air of composure was remarkable, which was why she had quickly become a very successful television presenter and newsreader.
Fiona had risen quickly through the ranks of the World Broadcasting Board ever since it had absorbed the old BBC.
She put that down to her charm, intelligence, a ready wit and her looks. Any thought it was to do with that night she had spent on the bearskin rug in VIVIVI's fathers house five years ago, she vigorously suppressed. Even though she now wore one of the rare bejewelled wrist mark of loyalty of the six echelon of the order of VIVIVI.
In her well-honed life, she liked to think that she was mistress of her emotions. Reading the News, she had soon become immune to the horrors of the world. Her friendship with VIVIVI had cocooned her from any personal worries...
That was until the last 45 seconds...that minor span had brought her surprise...horror and fear.
The woman spoke softly into Fiona's left ear again "Stop struggling and calm down. We are here to save lives not take them...submit and things will go better for you...stop that NOW!"
Fiona's well-toned frame heaved and wriggled as she struggled. With one hand, she plucked ineffectively at the hand that was slowly smothering her. Her other hand gripped her assailants arm and tried to dislodge its crushing presents from around her small boobs.
The world started to turn grey...then black with spots of bright lights...her hands ceased their pathetic attempt to free her and she sagged into the woman's arms...cool tears slowly ran down her hot cheeks, her lungs felt as if they were on fire. She mewed for mercy like a newly born kitten.
Suddenly she could breathe again...
"Be still or I'll turn out your lights my Lady" The assailants voice seemed less harsh and her grip less crushing
Fiona gazed around as her brain started to function normally again.
She and Ms. Amberton had gone to find the woman’s assistants.
All had was quite as the walked down the passage way...Ms Amberton had called out several times for the girls...each time her call was meet with silence...and each time Ms Amberton called the call became more strident. Fiona noted that the large woman walk was uneven as if she had to make a conscious effort to move her left leg and her face was showing more signs of pain with each step. Twice she had to stop and mop her brow.
Then as the entered, the cell area Ms Amberton stopped and snarled "Juliette...why did you not answer me...and why are you in your underwear..." Then they both became aware that they were surrounded.
"Juliette..." Ms Amberton's voice was unsure now; no longer strident...more quavering as the crowd of men and women closed in on them "OMG... they are the prisoners...Fiona run get help"
And that was when they were jumped up on.
Two women in “G” uniforms each holding one of Ms Amberton’s arms as the large woman struggled on the floor.
Suzie looked at Paula "I am afraid we have no one here who fit into these clothes"
"Stop fighting us lady you and your friend are going to donate you clothes...then you'll be tied up gagged and secreted somewhere where you can relax in your birthday suits....Stop that" She jerked Ms Amberton's left arm hard. Then gazing over the wretched woman "You know Suzie...perhaps we could get the whole Jones family inside this Caftan.
Their words sunk into Fiona's brain...she was to be stripped! Instantly she started to struggle again. Instantly her air supply was cut off. She slumped back her eyes as large a saucers
"I warned you," Jill growled in her ear...then she seemed to relax slightly and Fiona could breathe again
"One last chance lady...Do as you are told and it will be OK...STRIP" then she was freed
For a microsecond, Fiona thought about running...but she was now completely encircled by the former prisoners.
"Off with you men...and that includes you Mike!" Sophie commanded, "Make yourselves useful and check out that store room"
Fiona put her hands up to the zip of the short tunic dress she was wearing. She tugged it...it moved an inch then jammed. She struggled with it then a pair of cool hands intervened.
"Need help" Sophie worked the zip free and pulled it down.
Fiona spun around "How dare you do this to me? Don't you know who I am? I am a friend of VIVIVI! And she will make you sorry you have man-handled me..." she stamped her booted foot down hard
"Oh you mean she'll make sure the guillotine blade is really blunt!" Sophie smiled back at her sardonically
"Listen my girl...every man, woman and child here is due to die tomorrow...so if to escape we must inconvenience and embarrass some stuck up little news-reader, who has had her tongue up VIVIVI's rectum for the a good few years...guess that's what we will have to do." She paused and gazed straight in Fiona's reddened eye's
"Well that answers most of you questions...now as to the "Man-handling" I can always call the lads back...My son I fear would only be too delighted to help you get naked...He always said that we don't see enough of you on the box" She cleared her throat as if to call
"NO...no...Please no..." Fiona broke down. The frustrated rage, the horror of being naked in front of strangers and hearing the hard truth about herself. She wailed...sobs rolled through her body.
Her hands grabbed the grey dress and pulled it off in one movement. She stood resplendent in a translucent white lace slip. Underneath everyone could see a plain white chemise she had small breasts but large nipples. Her lower torso was clad in smoke grey tights, atop a black thong. Her Legs were clothed in knee high black leather boots (hand made in Italy).
For a while, Fiona gazed at the dress, then at the women around her. They had all, including a very upset Ms Amberton, stopped and were gazing at her.
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