The Plan

[esercito sconfitto]

The Plan


by Lord-Storm,






Prologue
London April 2014

"Yes the plan is all set to go, we are making the final arrangements" Said Katrina Bell "we just have a couple more things to get, but thanks to the Queens birthday
we should have no problem acquiring our main objective and security will then not be a problem" she continued we'll be ready to go and no one will be any the wiser"
Katrina hung up and looked to her NO:2 Tess and pointed to the picture on the paper "and thanks to these girls we will be able to carry out the job and they'll supply
everything" she grinned, as she looked at the picture of 6 young women in ceremonial uniforms and the headline


First all female kings troop gun crew to give salute at Queens celebration.

Now with the help of some friends we can make plans to set everything up.


It was a June morning in London several months later and the streets in this part of town were quite quiet on account of security closing off certain sections and into one such area Katrina arrived at the quiet building and entered inside, where 4 horses stood in a 2 large horse boxes. Tess took her through the building where a small group of women were dressing in uniforms, zipping up protective body vest, pinning silky chequered cravats to the necks of white cotton shirts and placing hard riding hats with the same chequered bands, on heads and fastening equipment belts around tight black riding breech waist. The name tapes on the vest identified these women as Constables Bate, Griffiths, Richards and Hodge
"Any problems getting the clothes" Katrina asked
"No, our 4 Guest were quite helpful and compliant" she smirked as she slid back the large door on its runners.
Katina smiled as she was greeted by the muffled mewling and helpless stares of 4 pretty, leggy and athletically fit young women secured tightly in underwear, sheer dark brown nylon control pantyhose and black knee length wool socks, bound tightly, strapped onto some high backed wooden chairs and soundly gagged.
"Ah the "Real" Metropolitan police mounted WPCs I assume," she teased as the lady officers squirmed helplessly in their bonds.