" Breach of Security"
Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 2:26 pm
Breach of Security
by Lord-Storm,
The Apartment door opened for Sarah-Jane and the 34 Year stunner, with the shoulder
length bobbed ash-blonde hair, looked not into the eyes of her work partner from Crowncorp
Security but a dark haired woman in aone piece catsuit and dark shades instead.
The woman saw the mixture of fear and confusion in the blonde security girls shiny
grey-green eyes and smiled.
Sarah-Jane looked at the silenced 9mm automatic pointed at her and realised she was
in trouble. The catsuited woman casually checked the corridor was all clear then she
waved the pistol at her surprised captive, "Get in here and do as your told if you want
to come out of this understand" she commanded waving the gun to reinforce her point.
"Yes, yes" Sarah Jane stammered as she stepped in and the door closed behind trapping
her inside the apartment.
"Now raise your hands and keep moving" came the gruff order.
The ash blonde security girl raised the brown leather gloved hands level with her own
shoulders and the sound of her shiny black low heeled court shoes barely audible as she
walked down the hall, her only thought was the whereabouts of her work partner Jayne.
From behind, the dark haired captor was eyeing the curvy figure of her prisoner, watching
pale green above the knee, pencil uniform skirt, clinging to the hips and thighs of the woman
before her and hugging her tight butt as she walked, the matching uniform jacket that finished
just above those curvy hips.
She glanced at the nearly black sheer nylos that encased the shapely legs that pertruded
from the skirts hem and disappeared into her shoes. A pale green military style female dress
cover with a narrow
black band and a badge on the front, with the companies logo covered her head.
"I don't understand whats going on, your not going to hurt me are you, wheres Jayne?"
"Enough with the questions" the woman shouted "your about to get your answers" she replied,
as they entered the lounge.
There in the room stood a woman in the same uniform as Sarah-Jane, although she was partly
obscured by a high backed padded wooden dining chair. She was finishing lashing the chairs
occupant securely in place.
Jayne looked at Here friend and work partner and mewed helplessly through the overlapping
strips of silver duct tape that held a pair of her own cotton and lace panties in place.
The leggy, slender and attractive security officer with brown haired cut in the same style
and same length as Sarah-Jane's, sat staring back at her with piercing blue eyes, bound tightly
with lots of turns of white nylon ropes, all sealed with tightly cinched knots.
She had been divested of her shoes, gloves,cap, light green cotton L/S shirt, black neck tab tie
and uniform skirt and jacket.
Instead she now sat in a black underwired bra with frilly trim , the ropes looped around her under
the 38c breast pinning her arms and then across her chest pinning the upper arms and pushing her
tits up to almost overflowing in the cups. A pair of tight black longline satin panties, with a black
diamond shaped lycra panel,
stretched over a pair of polka dot cotton briefs. White ropes held her to the seat of the chair just
where the sheer black nylon pantyhose emerging mid thigh, where her panties stopped. The silky
gossamer clad
legs were bound above the knees,at the calves and the ankles, where they had been bound at an
angle to one
of the chairs front legs.
Fromthe angle of her arms Sarah-Jane guessed, quite corectly, that Jaynes wrist were crossed
and tied securely behind the chairs back.
Sarah-Jane certainly hadn't been expecting her day to take quite this turn,after all as trained professional security officers, she and her work partner Jayne had always gone prepared for a possible attack, as they drove their works vehicle during their now daily routine, but this was different, neither she, nor Jayne had started work, on account that both women now sat indisposed, in the brown haired security officers apartment, in only their form fitting underwear and nylons, tied to an individual high backed, padded wooden dining chair.
Sarah-Jane had been taken hostage second, having arrived at Jayne's home, to be greeted by an armed woman, who had then taken her to where her sexy slender workmate sat, securely gagged and bound, in black underwear and sheer black pantyhose, the woman's accomplice ' already disguised in Jayne's stolen uniform and the pretty Ash blonde security girl was not surprised, when her assailant, a career criminal named Caris Steele had ordered her to remove her clothes "OK blonde girl strip, take off your uniform down to your underwear, I need to be you"
Reluctantly at first and with a small amount of protest, curvy Sarah-Jane had then divested
herself of her clothing, until she wore only the lingerie and silky black nylon stockings that now covered her nubile body.
Clad in a pale blue and rosebud patterned Waspie garter belt over full hips, matching lace briefs and bra, white frilly lace trim cups balancing the round firm 36D breast trying to escape, thanks to the turns of nylon rope looped below them, under one arm, across her neck, under the other and back over the top of her ample chest.The soft rustle of the dark gossamer sheathed legs, bound at ankle, calf and above the knees, holding them tightly together, the RHT hosed feet barely making a sound as they bounced on the floor as she wriggled and squirmed, rope over hips thighs and around soft bare mid rift, pulling the ash blonde onto her wooden prison.
Sarah-Jane and her colleague had also had to endure two further pieces of discomfort which their captors had visited upon them, after a pair of Jayne's fresh panties had been taken from a draw and thumbed between Sarah-Jane's glossy lips and taped in place.
Both women had crotch roping applied between their legs, which would have been torture enough, but Caris cohort had produced two small sachets of powder and as Caris now dressed in the blondes stolen uniform, pulled the waistbands of each captives panties open, first Jayne then Sarah-Jane, as the second woman, Gwen, a blonde haired young woman poured the contents in, before allowing the waistbands of the panties and pantyhose to snap back, then they had run their hands inside the inner thigh of the two captives, working the powder into there sensitive regions, both women mewed and struggled as they felt the uncomfortable feeling of ITCHING POWDER!
This only increased with the crotch roping and the two disguised crooks took some amusement
from the rapid and ceaseless gag talk of their hapless hostages.
"Don't worry girls" said Caris "We're gonna relieve you of the conscious state and put you out of your misery for about 24 hours she laughed.
Caris admired her svelte figure in the bedroom mirror. The newly acquired security
officers uniform fitted quite well considering the blonde who had supplied it was
very curvy and busty and 2" taller, now resided tied and gagged on a chair in the
room next door in her underwear and dark nylons, along with her work colleague who
was similarly attired and restrained.
Caris and Gwen had found spare dark pantyhose in Guard Jaynes top drawer, which now
sheathed their legs and Caris made adjustments to her neck tab tie and cap, making
sure the name badge was straight and in place.
Next door Gwen was gatehering up all the relevant documents, paperwork and passes
and placing them in a leather satchel Behind her the real security officers she and
Caris had stripped, then replaced, sat lashed to two chairs, heads slumped on roped,
bra clad chest. Their state of unconciousness had been induced by the addition of a
white linen gag that covered the original taped panty gags, and the hapless Jayne and
Sarah-Jane, who until then had been squirming in discomfort, due to their panties now
being filled with itching powder and crotch roped, began to mew as they watched the
clear chemical poured onto a couple of rectangular gauze pads, these had been tied in
place by the large linen cloth that now served as further noise insulation over both
the girls mouths and noses. The captives had passed out almost instantly as the tight
chlorogags were secured in place.
Caris explained that the chloroform should keep the two replaced girls in the world
of sleep long enough to carry out their task.
"OK time to go" said Gwen as she checked the pretty prisoners one more time.
Caris picked up the key fob with the crowncorp logo on one side and the vehicle reg.
back to the slumbering women " oh and thanks for the uniforms" before she closed and
locked the scantily clad prisoners in. How ironic she thought considering why they had
needed to steal the clothes and I/D's in the first place as Gwen and Caris made their way
to collect the company car from the underground parking area.
Across town another Crowncorp employee was stirring but her day had already begun, her
name was Isobel Webster.
Isobel Webster was Crowncorps Director of operations, quite a responsible job for such a
young woman, but the 25 year 5 foot 10 blonde business graduate had been deemed equal
to the task
of handling the job part of which involved the duty rosters, for the the only firm with all female
guards. Since the awarding of Govt. contracts to provide security escorts for female prisoners
and young female offenders, normally low risk, things had run smoothly but unfortunately the
companies well healed regime of handing duties to guards 24 hours before their shifts to insure
this security was about to prove ahinderance more than a help in Gwen and Caris plans.
Isobel had driven home 24 hours before the capture of Sarah-Jane and Jayne and entered the
darkened home she shared with her older sister who was away. The attractive blonde with
emerald green
eyes hidden behind designer glasses entered the dark home and almost immediately had found
herself restrained by two dark figures, a gloved hand clamped over ruby red lips, her Struggles
proving futile. She realised that all the shades and curtains were pulled, as a light was switched
on to reveal what she knew were two dark clad females wearing ski mask. Isobel noticed with
alarm tape and rope laying on a chair and being an intelligent woman concluded that she would be
modelling this at some point.
There was something oddly familiar about one of her captors but for now other thoughts ran through
her mind.
"Do as your told and you won't get hurt, understand said the woman who stood behind her.
The operations director nodded and mumbled "ERHUMM".Isobel was wearing a smart formfitting
grey houndstooth jacket, matching mid thigh pencil skirt and black knee high leather boots and
and small red ribbon tie at the neck of her pink satin blouse.
The other woman standing in front of Isobel began to run a hand up Isobels firm hosed thigh much
to her alarm, "Now lets get what we came for" she told her colleague "but first lets get are pretty
blonde friend Comfortable."
Isobel Webster awoke, had been having a bad dream, she was undressed and
unable to move. As her fuzziness began to clear she felt cold and found
that she could not move, then she ralised it was not a dream at but was
actually happening. Looking around from her position on the bedroom floor
Isobel tried to move, but puzzled, quickly concluded that she couldn't,
the events of the previous evening came flooding back and quickly her mind
recalled being grabbed, the ropes and tape, then as i her eyes focused the
sight of her clothes on the floor piled up bought it all back, two women
had held and stripped of the suit she'd worn, hands had undone the jackets
three buttons and the tight skirt was unclasped,unzipped, then tugged down
over full shapely hips and down the sheer dark coffee colour seamed pantyhose
covering long athletic legs, finally the ribbon tie and satin blouse had then
joined the pile, revealing and silky figure hugging pink teddie with black lace
trim containing a slender body, ample 34dd breast and covering two well rounded
butt cheeks. Sadly her guess that she would be wearing the ropes instead of her
clothes had proven correct.Right now her arms were bound behind her, elbows tied
with several turns the Knot cinched, her crossed wrist similarly tied, rested on
her firm ass, the nylon ropes making a soft swishing noise as she tried to move
them from side to side across her silky underwear. Isobels leather boots creaked
as the ropes around her ankles and calves strained and the bonds holding both her
hosed thighs with the black seam running down the back, were unrelenting.
Her back was arched as the heels of the boots now sat parallel with her backside,
a looped rope linking her ankles to her elbows in a painful hogtie her breast now
heaving to escape the teddie as the panties stuffed in her mouthheld by the tight
cleave gag restricted her breathing, as she rolled around the floor,the muffled
cries for help lost, the phone had wrung several times, the office trying to reach
her,the last thing she remembered before blacking out, was the image of her captors
stealing the court security details and her as yet misplaced hope that whoevers
roster they had stolen would be able to thwart their plans.
The prison warder checked the clipboard until she found the name Julie Arden-Theft
next to it were the names of the two CrownCorp security officers Sarah-Jane McQueen
Jayne Clode, she looked up at the smartly uniformed officers, checking the badges,
"Sign there Please, for the prisoners release" the warder requested.
Gwen, posing as Sarah-Jane duly obliged and Julie was given into their custody, still
cuffed. Caris put her in the back seat then sat beside her, as Gwen pulled the marked
dark Vauxhall Omega from the prison.
Once on their way, Caris undid the cuffs, "good to see you" Julie smiled "Where next?"
"The airport" Replied Caris "We have a flight to catch"
The Lufthansa flight to Cologne touched down. It was another 9 hours since Gwen and Caris had picked up Julie from prison. All three women had enjoyed the flight, their German was almost impeccable, which had helped them converse with most of the passengers and crew,in fact as they landed no one was anythe wiser that the three young women who had served them, dressed in the dark blue uniforms of the airlines female flight attendants were not the original stewardesses for this scheduled journey.
In the crew room of Lufthansa at London Heathrow, everything was neat and tidy, there was
little sign of anything out of place. Pretty Blonde haired Ulla Beck, a 24 year old with light brown eyes, wiggled her fingers, searching for any loose rope from the bindings that held her and beautiful Raven haired Colleague 27 year old Heidi Meijer, the blue eyed woman she was lashed tightly back to back doing the same, muffled by the gags covering their mouths and inhibiting their air supply, encouraged by the youngest memmber of the group, Claudia Fleisher, at 21 the auburn haired fresh faced girl with emerald green eyes was only 8 months into her new career.
Until about heaven knows how long ago, the three young German Girls had been the epitome of the smartly dressed, beautiful, professional face of their countries national airline, at
least until they ran into the two uniformed security women from Crowncorp Security.
Dressed as they were in the stolen uniforms, Caris and Gwen had been able to persuade the dark blue uniformed and sheer navy blue hosed hostesses to do as they asked.
Caris observed that the Blonde and Auburn haired Stewardesses had their hair pulled into low tight buns, whilst the dark haired tall one, had her shiny hair in a plaited pony tail.
"Excuse me Ladies" Gwen had addressed them in German "But we are randomly escorting female flight attendants to their crewrooms and checking they are safe"
Ulla and Heidi knew that this security firm was employed by the airport, so they had little reason to be suspicious, so agreed to allow themselves to be escorted. Pulling their small wheeled suitcases behind them.
It was as they unlocked the crew room door that Julia suddenly appeared and grabbed Claudia across the chest and throat roughly pushing her inside, Caris and Gwen already following the other girls inside. Alarmed Heidi asked "what is going on" and seeing the terrified Claudia held in the others womans grasp was told by Gwen "do as your asked Frauliens and you will not be harmed, understand"
As Caris locked the crew room door, Julia dropped her rucksack from her shoulders and increased the pressure on her captives pretty slender neck.
"What is it that you want from us" Ulla asked.
In response to this question Gwen smiled "Why isn't it obvious, we require those lovely uniforms to change our appearance, so if you two will kindly Strip we can get on"
Realising the futility of resistance Heidi and Ulla had reluctantly complied removing their gloves and unbuttoning the three buttons holding there jackets closed over firm bust and tight curves.
by Lord-Storm,
The Apartment door opened for Sarah-Jane and the 34 Year stunner, with the shoulder
length bobbed ash-blonde hair, looked not into the eyes of her work partner from Crowncorp
Security but a dark haired woman in aone piece catsuit and dark shades instead.
The woman saw the mixture of fear and confusion in the blonde security girls shiny
grey-green eyes and smiled.
Sarah-Jane looked at the silenced 9mm automatic pointed at her and realised she was
in trouble. The catsuited woman casually checked the corridor was all clear then she
waved the pistol at her surprised captive, "Get in here and do as your told if you want
to come out of this understand" she commanded waving the gun to reinforce her point.
"Yes, yes" Sarah Jane stammered as she stepped in and the door closed behind trapping
her inside the apartment.
"Now raise your hands and keep moving" came the gruff order.
The ash blonde security girl raised the brown leather gloved hands level with her own
shoulders and the sound of her shiny black low heeled court shoes barely audible as she
walked down the hall, her only thought was the whereabouts of her work partner Jayne.
From behind, the dark haired captor was eyeing the curvy figure of her prisoner, watching
pale green above the knee, pencil uniform skirt, clinging to the hips and thighs of the woman
before her and hugging her tight butt as she walked, the matching uniform jacket that finished
just above those curvy hips.
She glanced at the nearly black sheer nylos that encased the shapely legs that pertruded
from the skirts hem and disappeared into her shoes. A pale green military style female dress
cover with a narrow
black band and a badge on the front, with the companies logo covered her head.
"I don't understand whats going on, your not going to hurt me are you, wheres Jayne?"
"Enough with the questions" the woman shouted "your about to get your answers" she replied,
as they entered the lounge.
There in the room stood a woman in the same uniform as Sarah-Jane, although she was partly
obscured by a high backed padded wooden dining chair. She was finishing lashing the chairs
occupant securely in place.
Jayne looked at Here friend and work partner and mewed helplessly through the overlapping
strips of silver duct tape that held a pair of her own cotton and lace panties in place.
The leggy, slender and attractive security officer with brown haired cut in the same style
and same length as Sarah-Jane's, sat staring back at her with piercing blue eyes, bound tightly
with lots of turns of white nylon ropes, all sealed with tightly cinched knots.
She had been divested of her shoes, gloves,cap, light green cotton L/S shirt, black neck tab tie
and uniform skirt and jacket.
Instead she now sat in a black underwired bra with frilly trim , the ropes looped around her under
the 38c breast pinning her arms and then across her chest pinning the upper arms and pushing her
tits up to almost overflowing in the cups. A pair of tight black longline satin panties, with a black
diamond shaped lycra panel,
stretched over a pair of polka dot cotton briefs. White ropes held her to the seat of the chair just
where the sheer black nylon pantyhose emerging mid thigh, where her panties stopped. The silky
gossamer clad
legs were bound above the knees,at the calves and the ankles, where they had been bound at an
angle to one
of the chairs front legs.
Fromthe angle of her arms Sarah-Jane guessed, quite corectly, that Jaynes wrist were crossed
and tied securely behind the chairs back.
Sarah-Jane certainly hadn't been expecting her day to take quite this turn,after all as trained professional security officers, she and her work partner Jayne had always gone prepared for a possible attack, as they drove their works vehicle during their now daily routine, but this was different, neither she, nor Jayne had started work, on account that both women now sat indisposed, in the brown haired security officers apartment, in only their form fitting underwear and nylons, tied to an individual high backed, padded wooden dining chair.
Sarah-Jane had been taken hostage second, having arrived at Jayne's home, to be greeted by an armed woman, who had then taken her to where her sexy slender workmate sat, securely gagged and bound, in black underwear and sheer black pantyhose, the woman's accomplice ' already disguised in Jayne's stolen uniform and the pretty Ash blonde security girl was not surprised, when her assailant, a career criminal named Caris Steele had ordered her to remove her clothes "OK blonde girl strip, take off your uniform down to your underwear, I need to be you"
Reluctantly at first and with a small amount of protest, curvy Sarah-Jane had then divested
herself of her clothing, until she wore only the lingerie and silky black nylon stockings that now covered her nubile body.
Clad in a pale blue and rosebud patterned Waspie garter belt over full hips, matching lace briefs and bra, white frilly lace trim cups balancing the round firm 36D breast trying to escape, thanks to the turns of nylon rope looped below them, under one arm, across her neck, under the other and back over the top of her ample chest.The soft rustle of the dark gossamer sheathed legs, bound at ankle, calf and above the knees, holding them tightly together, the RHT hosed feet barely making a sound as they bounced on the floor as she wriggled and squirmed, rope over hips thighs and around soft bare mid rift, pulling the ash blonde onto her wooden prison.
Sarah-Jane and her colleague had also had to endure two further pieces of discomfort which their captors had visited upon them, after a pair of Jayne's fresh panties had been taken from a draw and thumbed between Sarah-Jane's glossy lips and taped in place.
Both women had crotch roping applied between their legs, which would have been torture enough, but Caris cohort had produced two small sachets of powder and as Caris now dressed in the blondes stolen uniform, pulled the waistbands of each captives panties open, first Jayne then Sarah-Jane, as the second woman, Gwen, a blonde haired young woman poured the contents in, before allowing the waistbands of the panties and pantyhose to snap back, then they had run their hands inside the inner thigh of the two captives, working the powder into there sensitive regions, both women mewed and struggled as they felt the uncomfortable feeling of ITCHING POWDER!
This only increased with the crotch roping and the two disguised crooks took some amusement
from the rapid and ceaseless gag talk of their hapless hostages.
"Don't worry girls" said Caris "We're gonna relieve you of the conscious state and put you out of your misery for about 24 hours she laughed.
Caris admired her svelte figure in the bedroom mirror. The newly acquired security
officers uniform fitted quite well considering the blonde who had supplied it was
very curvy and busty and 2" taller, now resided tied and gagged on a chair in the
room next door in her underwear and dark nylons, along with her work colleague who
was similarly attired and restrained.
Caris and Gwen had found spare dark pantyhose in Guard Jaynes top drawer, which now
sheathed their legs and Caris made adjustments to her neck tab tie and cap, making
sure the name badge was straight and in place.
Next door Gwen was gatehering up all the relevant documents, paperwork and passes
and placing them in a leather satchel Behind her the real security officers she and
Caris had stripped, then replaced, sat lashed to two chairs, heads slumped on roped,
bra clad chest. Their state of unconciousness had been induced by the addition of a
white linen gag that covered the original taped panty gags, and the hapless Jayne and
Sarah-Jane, who until then had been squirming in discomfort, due to their panties now
being filled with itching powder and crotch roped, began to mew as they watched the
clear chemical poured onto a couple of rectangular gauze pads, these had been tied in
place by the large linen cloth that now served as further noise insulation over both
the girls mouths and noses. The captives had passed out almost instantly as the tight
chlorogags were secured in place.
Caris explained that the chloroform should keep the two replaced girls in the world
of sleep long enough to carry out their task.
"OK time to go" said Gwen as she checked the pretty prisoners one more time.
Caris picked up the key fob with the crowncorp logo on one side and the vehicle reg.
back to the slumbering women " oh and thanks for the uniforms" before she closed and
locked the scantily clad prisoners in. How ironic she thought considering why they had
needed to steal the clothes and I/D's in the first place as Gwen and Caris made their way
to collect the company car from the underground parking area.
Across town another Crowncorp employee was stirring but her day had already begun, her
name was Isobel Webster.
Isobel Webster was Crowncorps Director of operations, quite a responsible job for such a
young woman, but the 25 year 5 foot 10 blonde business graduate had been deemed equal
to the task
of handling the job part of which involved the duty rosters, for the the only firm with all female
guards. Since the awarding of Govt. contracts to provide security escorts for female prisoners
and young female offenders, normally low risk, things had run smoothly but unfortunately the
companies well healed regime of handing duties to guards 24 hours before their shifts to insure
this security was about to prove ahinderance more than a help in Gwen and Caris plans.
Isobel had driven home 24 hours before the capture of Sarah-Jane and Jayne and entered the
darkened home she shared with her older sister who was away. The attractive blonde with
emerald green
eyes hidden behind designer glasses entered the dark home and almost immediately had found
herself restrained by two dark figures, a gloved hand clamped over ruby red lips, her Struggles
proving futile. She realised that all the shades and curtains were pulled, as a light was switched
on to reveal what she knew were two dark clad females wearing ski mask. Isobel noticed with
alarm tape and rope laying on a chair and being an intelligent woman concluded that she would be
modelling this at some point.
There was something oddly familiar about one of her captors but for now other thoughts ran through
her mind.
"Do as your told and you won't get hurt, understand said the woman who stood behind her.
The operations director nodded and mumbled "ERHUMM".Isobel was wearing a smart formfitting
grey houndstooth jacket, matching mid thigh pencil skirt and black knee high leather boots and
and small red ribbon tie at the neck of her pink satin blouse.
The other woman standing in front of Isobel began to run a hand up Isobels firm hosed thigh much
to her alarm, "Now lets get what we came for" she told her colleague "but first lets get are pretty
blonde friend Comfortable."
Isobel Webster awoke, had been having a bad dream, she was undressed and
unable to move. As her fuzziness began to clear she felt cold and found
that she could not move, then she ralised it was not a dream at but was
actually happening. Looking around from her position on the bedroom floor
Isobel tried to move, but puzzled, quickly concluded that she couldn't,
the events of the previous evening came flooding back and quickly her mind
recalled being grabbed, the ropes and tape, then as i her eyes focused the
sight of her clothes on the floor piled up bought it all back, two women
had held and stripped of the suit she'd worn, hands had undone the jackets
three buttons and the tight skirt was unclasped,unzipped, then tugged down
over full shapely hips and down the sheer dark coffee colour seamed pantyhose
covering long athletic legs, finally the ribbon tie and satin blouse had then
joined the pile, revealing and silky figure hugging pink teddie with black lace
trim containing a slender body, ample 34dd breast and covering two well rounded
butt cheeks. Sadly her guess that she would be wearing the ropes instead of her
clothes had proven correct.Right now her arms were bound behind her, elbows tied
with several turns the Knot cinched, her crossed wrist similarly tied, rested on
her firm ass, the nylon ropes making a soft swishing noise as she tried to move
them from side to side across her silky underwear. Isobels leather boots creaked
as the ropes around her ankles and calves strained and the bonds holding both her
hosed thighs with the black seam running down the back, were unrelenting.
Her back was arched as the heels of the boots now sat parallel with her backside,
a looped rope linking her ankles to her elbows in a painful hogtie her breast now
heaving to escape the teddie as the panties stuffed in her mouthheld by the tight
cleave gag restricted her breathing, as she rolled around the floor,the muffled
cries for help lost, the phone had wrung several times, the office trying to reach
her,the last thing she remembered before blacking out, was the image of her captors
stealing the court security details and her as yet misplaced hope that whoevers
roster they had stolen would be able to thwart their plans.
The prison warder checked the clipboard until she found the name Julie Arden-Theft
next to it were the names of the two CrownCorp security officers Sarah-Jane McQueen
Jayne Clode, she looked up at the smartly uniformed officers, checking the badges,
"Sign there Please, for the prisoners release" the warder requested.
Gwen, posing as Sarah-Jane duly obliged and Julie was given into their custody, still
cuffed. Caris put her in the back seat then sat beside her, as Gwen pulled the marked
dark Vauxhall Omega from the prison.
Once on their way, Caris undid the cuffs, "good to see you" Julie smiled "Where next?"
"The airport" Replied Caris "We have a flight to catch"
The Lufthansa flight to Cologne touched down. It was another 9 hours since Gwen and Caris had picked up Julie from prison. All three women had enjoyed the flight, their German was almost impeccable, which had helped them converse with most of the passengers and crew,in fact as they landed no one was anythe wiser that the three young women who had served them, dressed in the dark blue uniforms of the airlines female flight attendants were not the original stewardesses for this scheduled journey.
In the crew room of Lufthansa at London Heathrow, everything was neat and tidy, there was
little sign of anything out of place. Pretty Blonde haired Ulla Beck, a 24 year old with light brown eyes, wiggled her fingers, searching for any loose rope from the bindings that held her and beautiful Raven haired Colleague 27 year old Heidi Meijer, the blue eyed woman she was lashed tightly back to back doing the same, muffled by the gags covering their mouths and inhibiting their air supply, encouraged by the youngest memmber of the group, Claudia Fleisher, at 21 the auburn haired fresh faced girl with emerald green eyes was only 8 months into her new career.
Until about heaven knows how long ago, the three young German Girls had been the epitome of the smartly dressed, beautiful, professional face of their countries national airline, at
least until they ran into the two uniformed security women from Crowncorp Security.
Dressed as they were in the stolen uniforms, Caris and Gwen had been able to persuade the dark blue uniformed and sheer navy blue hosed hostesses to do as they asked.
Caris observed that the Blonde and Auburn haired Stewardesses had their hair pulled into low tight buns, whilst the dark haired tall one, had her shiny hair in a plaited pony tail.
"Excuse me Ladies" Gwen had addressed them in German "But we are randomly escorting female flight attendants to their crewrooms and checking they are safe"
Ulla and Heidi knew that this security firm was employed by the airport, so they had little reason to be suspicious, so agreed to allow themselves to be escorted. Pulling their small wheeled suitcases behind them.
It was as they unlocked the crew room door that Julia suddenly appeared and grabbed Claudia across the chest and throat roughly pushing her inside, Caris and Gwen already following the other girls inside. Alarmed Heidi asked "what is going on" and seeing the terrified Claudia held in the others womans grasp was told by Gwen "do as your asked Frauliens and you will not be harmed, understand"
As Caris locked the crew room door, Julia dropped her rucksack from her shoulders and increased the pressure on her captives pretty slender neck.
"What is it that you want from us" Ulla asked.
In response to this question Gwen smiled "Why isn't it obvious, we require those lovely uniforms to change our appearance, so if you two will kindly Strip we can get on"
Realising the futility of resistance Heidi and Ulla had reluctantly complied removing their gloves and unbuttoning the three buttons holding there jackets closed over firm bust and tight curves.