The Switch

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The Switch


by Lord-Storm,








Prologue


Northern England 1966 finds things changing some for the better and some are not.
Policewoman sergeant Liz Powell sits waiting in the big dark coloured Humber police car for her boss the Chief Constable.

Sergeant Liz Powell sat in the parking area of the large impressive hotel, she had been assigned the Job of driving the counties Chief Constable, a very prestigious position for a female officer, although she suspected that the fact that she was an attractive blonde may have influenced the decision.

She sat in her uniform, cap still on and her leather gloved hands resting in the lap of her skirt, watching dusk draw in when there was a tap on the drivers window and the face of a female constable appeared. Liz rolled down the window and the unfamiliar officer said hurriedly “excuse me sergeant but theirs been a problem can you come quickly!” The blonde sergeant looked at her watch then climbed out of the car and disappeared with the woman constable asking “what kind of problem?” The reply was quite blunt “its best if you come and see” and with that Liz Powell vanished from view around a corner.

When the Chief Constable appeared an hour later his car pulled up and he climbed in.The first thing he noticed was that the driver was not his normal one so he asked the uniformed woman “whats happened to Sergeant Powell my normal driver.” The dark haired woman constable replied “ i’m sorry sir but Sergeant Powell is a little tied up right now and wont be able to talk to you for a few hours” she replied politely “shall we go sir” The chief Constable thought then said “very well carry on” and the car moved off.

Sergeant Liz Powell was more then a little tied up, at that moment the blonde officer was attempting to bunny hop to the door of the empty conference room, in her black stocking feet, restricted by the rope around her thighs, ankles and calves, not to mention the fact that both arms were tied behind her back and more turns above the waistband of the white girdle she wore held the lower arms into the slender curves of her body. Turns around her upper body and arms passed below and above the crisp white long line bra, firm breast held in place as they jiggled with each movement. She snorted as she moved the packed wading in her mouth held by the clean white linen tied across red lips and knotted at the back of her head beneath blonde hair scrapped into a tidy regulation bun style.

Behind her two pretty and nubile young women in sheer dark nylon pantyhose and frilly cotton bra's and panties sat bound and securely gagged, mewling encouragement to the blonde. One a red head the other a brunette both with hair tied in buns, some of their hair now loose from resisting their abductors, had been wearing police uniforms about 2 hours ago before being ambushed by four hooded figures, who had then divested them of their clothes and tied them up back to back on these two hard wooden chairs in their underwear and nylons.

This had been the scene Liz had suddenly found herself in when she had followed the fake WPC into the darkened room only to be hand gagged and overpowered, then helplessly forced to strip off her uniform until she to stood in her underclothes and stockings. Now as she hopped towards the door handle her 6 garter straps flexing against shapely milky white thighs and tugging at the dark welt of her smooth nylons which rustled softly with every movement, her only hope to draw attention to the 3 women's plight, get help and try to prevent what dastardly plans their 4 hostile captors had planned.
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The Switch