Infiltration

[esercito sconfitto]

INFILTRATION

by Lord-Storm,



PART I


Elaine sat mesmerised by the shapely, nearly black, sheer nylon clad calve, swinging backwards and forwards under the table a shiny black court shoe on the end, it was crossed over another lovely leg and belonged to the attractive young brunette whose skirt had risen slightly to reveal a bit more leg then she might have wanted, where the hem of her tight skirt met the nylon. the skirt was blue, Royal Air Force blue and matched the uniform tunic, buttoned tightly to the hourglass figure of the pretty woman, an officer of the Women's Royal Air Force, the rings on her cuffs indicated she was a Flight Lieutenant. as she raised the coffee cup to her glossy red lips, Elaine could see the collar of the lighter blue cotton uniform shirt and the black tie clipped at the neck, the officers light grey eyes staring ahead oblivious to her captive audience , her dark hair pinned in what was referred to as a doughnut beneath her smart blue cap with black peak and the RAF crest. A pair of brown leather gloves sat on the table and a black leather shoulder bag was hung over the chair. The officer was not alone, a slightly older but no less curvy an attractive blonde woman in the same sheer hosiery , shoes and uniform sat next to her, the rings on her cuffs indicating she was a Squadron Leader so the senior officer , shapely legs together beneath the table, sipping tea through glossy moist lips, her hazel brown eyes glancing down from time to time at the attaché case by her shiny heeled feet.

Elaine's companion Millie sat beside her observing their targets, for that's what they were, before Millie spoke.

"Well what do you think?" she asked casually.

"Yes I think their uniforms will fit perfectly and we have the wigs and all the other kit we will need" Elaine replied "Now all we have to do is persuade our two sexy uniformed friends to lend us their clothes" she continued Smiling.

The two RAF officers rose and slinging the black leather bags over shoulders and putting on their brown leather gloves, the Squadron leader picked up the attaché case and they headed off, unaware of the two women casually dressed in dark jeans and sweat tops following on behind , carrying knapsacks over their shoulders.

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Jerlene Wylde had been quite surprised by the ease in which she had thus far accomplished the task she was engaged in, as she finished securing the knots around the wrist of the shapely dark haired young woman who sat in front of her clad only in sheer dark control top pantyhose and pink and white polka dot patterned panties an matching 34D cup bra with lacy trim and pink bows on the waistband of the panties and bra too. She had grabbed the pretty female RAF corporal as she had walked past the empty store room and she had hand gagged her and pinned her arms dragging her from view, surprisingly the struggle had been quite brief and the slender Female NCO had capitulated fairly easy. Removing the woman's I/d pass she observed the name Simone Wilson- Corporal , although the rank epaulettes on her tunics shoulders told her this.

"Now Simone i won't hurt you, if you do as you are told and give me no trouble, understand!" said the huntress "all I need is your uniform and your pass ok"

The dark haired, blue eyed , 28 year old corporal mewled her affirmation "herm ker" and nodded her head, divesting herself of her formfitting uniform tunic , skirt ,cotton shirt, tie, cap and finally her shiny black court shoes, leaving her standing in her nylon pantyhose, sheathing shapely legs and snug cotton underwear. Jerlene had pushed a wad of cloth against Simone's red lips whilst she was stripping, pushing it gently but firmly into her mouth and tying a cloth over her lower jaw to gag. Now she crouched down completing the young corporals bindings, dressed in the stolen uniform. The real Corporal Wilson now sat ,ankles, calves and legs tied above the knee's the soft rustle of her tights in the bonds, her arms were cinched above the elbows and ropes around her shoulders and midrift pinned her arms to her curvy body. The huntress had secured the ropes tightly, but not too restrictive and had unpinned the young RAF NCO's dark neat bunned hair which now cascaded onto bra strapped ,bound shoulders and hid the knot of the white cloth gag over her mouth from view. Jerlene had noted the engagement ring on the Corporals finger and had asked her if the ropes or gag were too tight, as she put on the NCO'S cap. "Um uh " she had mewled nodding her head no, as she sat almost still, strangely excited by the sensation of being stripped, tied up and helpless , wishing her fiancée would do what had taken a strange woman to do and forfill her fantasies, the Huntress pressed a finger to her lips to hush her captive, who went very quiet and The huntress got the impression she would have enough time to complete her Mission as she locked the pretty RAF Corporal away..........