Dangerous Games
Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 2:36 pm
Dangerous Games
by Lord-Storm,
Alice cast her mind back some 30 years when she had been much younger
woman, but she had never envisaged that she would put anyone else in
any peril after such a long time. The call had shaken her to the core
and as she poured herelf a vodka, she cast her mind back to events in
her past 1981 to be exact.
WPC Penny Shaw stood with her hands up, at that moment the curvy, pretty
Policewoman stood in a frilly black bra containing her 36D breast, a pair
of matching black frilly cotton Knickers, garter belt and sheer black
nylon stockings.
"You've got to tye me up and gag me" Penny told Alice.
Alice broke from her thoughts "What? ah yes" Alice replied, as the scantily
clad woman with dark hair pinned up neatly repeated "you've got to put my
uniform on and then tye me up and gag me, now hurry."
Penny had divested herself of her clothes until she was wearing only her
stockings and underwear. The white Police cap with black brim and chequered
band, lay on the table with a pair brown leather gloves, on a chair was the
dark serge skirt and white cotton l/s shirt with black neck tab tie, dark
serge tunic over the chair back, with the issue black leather shoulder bag.
Dangerous Games Chpt 1
Penny Turned around and then crossed both wrist behind her back
encouraging Alice to cross and loop the white cord, then cinch the
knot to secure it. Alice worked quickly, but methodically tying more
lengths around the curvy Policewoman's waist and lower arms, just above
her black garter belt. "Pin my upper arms so as to make it harder for
me to get loose" Penny Shaw encouraged, as Alice looped long lengths
of doubled up white cord, first under the WPCs bra, then around her body,
under both arms and back across her heaving cleavage, looped around both
shoulders,pinioning the constables upper arms to her torso.
"Good, make sure their tight" said Penny "Now tie My legs and gag me, its
got to look right" she continued.
"Ok" Alice replied "Sit down and i'll finish up."
Pushing the partially tied officer down by her shoulders, Alice got Penny
sat, her knees bent level with her chest and began to tie the sheer dark
nyloned stocking clad ankles and calves, before moving up to Penny's firm
welted and gartered thighs and securing them midway with several turns.
"In the bag you'll find some cloth to gag me with and a small rubber cosh,"
the now tightly bound policewoman told Alice "Push one piece in my mouth,
then secure the longer strip between my teeth and lips to make sure my cries
for help will be muffled."
"What about this" asked Alice holding up the small black rubber cosh.
"You've got to knock me out with that" Penny insisted "It's got to look like
you jumped me, knocked me out and then stole my uniform and with the aid of
stuff stashed by outside accomplices, you tied me up and gagged me"
Alice put the cosh on the table and got the white cloth.
WPC Penny Shaw opened her glossy moist red lips and gobbled up the white cloth,
until both cheeks bulged and a small piece poked between her teeth, then Alice
tied a knot in the middle of the longest piece, forcing the knot into Penny's
mouth tying the loose ends tight, doubling the knot at the knape of the police
officers neck, so only a muffled mewling sound escaped, as Alice stripped down to
her plain pale blue cotton bra and panties and the sheer dark nylon pantyhose she
had worn under her prison clothes. She was of similar height and build to the WPC,
whose place she was taking and a dark wig had been supplied.
Quickly Alice began to redress in her disguise, buttoning up the cotton L/S shirt
and putting on the neck tab black tie, next stepping into the dark serge skirt, she
couldn't help but notice that both were still warm from the heat of the body, from
which they had been recently taken off, finally pulling on the dark serge tunic,
she did up the 3 buttons.
Putting on the dark wig, she looked in a small compact mirror from Penny's Police
issue shoulder handbag.
Looking down she realised that she had no shoes, oh they were still on the Woman
constables feet. She slid them off Penny's feet and stepped into them, a little
tight but i'll get by, she thought.
Finally she placed the cap on her head and pulled on the brown leather gloves.
From the floor came a muffled, gagged mewl "mawb goffh meb" Penny mumbled,indicating
the rubber cosh on the table.
Alice realised that The policewoman was reminding her she needed to knock her out.
Reluctantly Alice picked up the cosh and turned the WPC at an angle.Penny closed
her grey eyes, as she waited for the blow, "sorry" said Alice as the dull thud of
the cosh renderered the Policewoman unconcious.
Quickly she dragged the inert pretty officer under the arms into a storage room,
her purpose being two-fold, the first to hide the tied and gagged woman from view,
until she got away, the second to protect her , in case she might be found by another lag
and subjected to an assault by some female prisoners, after all the sight of a pretty,
policewoman like Penny in sexy lingerie and stockings gagged and bound might be too
much of a temptation. Padlocking the door Alice collected the handbag and casually
made her way from the prison to freedom and a rendezvous.
Dangerous Games Chpt 2
LAX Airport-August 2011
"Hello Stephanie" a womans voice said behind the pretty blonde stewardess.
Alice's 22 year granddaughter looked at the woman and her female companion
and smiled the well practised smile through glossy red lips, piercing light
blue eyes, which disarmed most appraised the women.
"Hello, do i know you" came the reply, as she walked to the back of her small
sporty car, the click clack of shiny black, low heel court shoes on tarmac.
"Were related to some old friends of your Grandmothers" the dark haired woman
continued "and we would like to catch up" she smiled.
Both women watched as Stephanie opened the trunk of her car and leaned in to
retrieve the Wheeled suitcase used by most stewardess's, both admiring the way
the young British Airways girls smart dark blue uniform clung to her, the jacket
hugging her slender figure, the knee length skirt rising up sheer dark nyloned
legs, gripping hips and thighs, then stretching across her firm pert backside,
as she lifted one shapely leg slightly off the floor for balance, grabbing the
handle with black leather gloved hands. Not a blonde hair out of place, pinned
up neatly beneath the matching pillbox style hat, as she put the case down and
locked the car. The red, white and blue silk scarf, tucked at the neck of the
crisp white uniform blouses collar, top two buttons undone,finished the ensemble.
"Are you travelling on my flight" the gorgeous young blonde stewardess enquired.
"Actually we are" replied the brunettes ash blonde companion, smiling
As Stephanie made to move off "I'll see you on board" she said chirpily.
Suddenly she felt the hard, round barrel of a silenced 9mm pistol in her side.
"Oh no" said the brunette my colleague is going in your place" came the sinister
reply.
"Don't make any noise and do what your told and you won't get hurt understand"
Stephanie nodded as a car with darkened windows pulled up and a man in mid forties,
wearing sunglasses smiled at her, "Now get in" the dark haired woman ordered.
As the blonde loaded the wheelie case in the cars trunk, Steph raised her gloved
hands and climbed in the car, joined in the back by both women.
The male driver pulled out "Ok Mike you know where to go" said the blonde
"Right we need you to do us one more little service" grinned the brunette "we
would like to introduce your friends to ours, theirs a good girl"
Bethany and Ola were pulling their luggage cases behind them, decked out in the
same smart dark blue B/A uniforms as Stephanie, shapely hosed legs moving in
shoes and tight skirts, jackets and blouses buttoned and pulled tightly across
firm bust and curvy figures, perfect make up enhancing their demure, professional
look.
Bethany was a tall very striking brunette, whilst her colleague Ola was a rather
sexy young woman, from Eastern Europe with brown hair tied in a plaited ponytail,
whilst Bethany's hair was pinned up neatly.
The buzz of a text message alert on both girls phones made them stop,checking
their inbox, Ola said in her accented english "Its Steph she says she'll meet us
in the underground parking area on the far side of the airport."
"Me too" said Bethany " She says its a surprise"
In another part of the concourse, Charlotte and Abigail, the other 2 B/A girls had
recieved the same text. The gorgeous Red headed Scots lass Abi and her blonde friend
hair pinned up under pill box hats and smart fitted uniforms and dark hosed legs,
pulled their trollies towards the meeting point, texting their imminent arrival to
Stephanie.
A black leather gloved finger turned off the screen, "Good their on the way" said
the blonde woman decked in British Airways stewardess uniform, as she turned to
reveal that she was in fact Stephanie's blonde assailent, now dressed in her clothes.
Stephanie Mewled through the white cloth tied tightly over her lovely full red lips,
as Mike finished up tying the beautiful young blonde stewardesses legs together at
the dark silky smooth pantyhosed ankles.
Alice's pretty grandaughter sat in pink lace bra and matching panties with white
frilly trim on both, the knickers hidden beneath the dark sheer hosiery that clad
her lovely legs, now bound at ankle, calf and above the knees.
Her wrist were crossed and cinched behind her, sat in the small of the back, whilst
more rope pinioned both arms to her torso, both below and above her C-Cup breast,
pushing them up, as they heaved up and down. A rough rag filled her mouth to bulging,
allowing only the faintest of muffled protest, long blonde tresses, cascading onto
bare bra strapped shoulders as she struggled helplessly, her squirming causing both
Mike and the two women ,to become aroused as she moved.
The blonde in Steph's stolen clothe's was called Katya and the brunette was Theresa.
"Thanks for your help" Theresa told a powerless Stephanie "My friends are just going
to arrange a little surprise for your colleagues, so we'll keep you company whilst
we wait."
Dangerous Games Chpt 3
"Would the Flight Attendants for British Airways Flight BA 337 please
go to Gate 6 and prepare for boarding" came the announcement over the
airport tannoy.
A mobile phone buzzed and Theresa said "Their calling our flight ladies,
so lets hurry up, come on get dressed quickly" she spoke to the 3 other
standing in various states of dress "and you get that skirt off hurry.
The last remark was aimed at red headed Abigail, who stood in stocking
clad feet, her hair now lying long and loose, in contrast to the pale
blue satin bra, holding her 36DD breast, as she reluctantly slid the
blue uniform skirt over full hips and down sheer dark nylon hosed legs,
revealing matching hi cut bikini briefs beneath hosiery, which clung to
firm buttocks. The half dressed woman wearing the rest of her uniform
snatched the skirt and slid it up her own pantyhosed legs,stepping into
the shiny black low heeled shoes.
The other 3 BA stewardesses already sat tightly bound in white ropes,
mouths packed and securely gagged with cloth tied tautly over glossy
lips, muffled mewling, barely audible. Like Abigail they wore only their
nylons and form fitting lingerie and could only watch,as the Scots girl
underwent the same ritual of bondage they had endured, having been forced
to strip off their own clothes.
They'd arrived some 30 minutes prior, all four stewardesses had been shocked
when they were surrounded by several armed women and marched into the empty
room in this new and unused part of the airport.
"Whats going on, where's Stephanie" demanded Charlotte as all 4 girls stood
hands raised. At this a blonde in a BA uniform appeared "she's in here" said
the newcomer, Sliding back a door, to reveal the helpless, tied and gagged young
blonde in her underwear and pantyhose.
The girls looked shocked, but not as horrified as at the next statement.
"Whats going on" asked Bethany, what do you want with us?"
Theresa's voice chimed in, as she pointed at Stephanie "i would think that was
pretty obvious, we'd like you young ladies to strip off those smart uniforms,
and when your done we will leave you all tied and gagged in your intimate apparel,
whilst we impersonate you and take a flight to London" came her matter of fact
reply "consider it an unscheduled vacation"
Realising she was serious, reluctantly the 4 trolly dolly's began to divest the
smart airline uniforms.
Stephanie could only watch as her friends removed their pillbox hats, leather
gloves and slid off their shoes, then their replacements began to unpack the
gags and bindings, looking on with a mixture of bravado and lust, as the real
BA girls unbuttoned fitted jackets, hugging hourglass figures, removed crisp
white cotton blouses silky neck scarves and shimmied out of ass tight skirts,
down sheer hosed legs, revealing an assortment of lingerie clinging to lithe
bodies. Ola had opted for a cotton and lace white floral print set the bra
holing her charms, whilst Blonde Charlotte hand on a red silky camisole with
a white bow at the waist and between her cups, the pink and black satin and lace
hi cut panties and underwired bra worn by Bethany completed the look.
Each girl had been sat, hands crossed behind their backs in the small of the back
and like steph roped under their various ample cleavage and across the chest
forcing their tits to be pushed up into prominence, Knees drawn level with chest
and bound midcalf, ankle and above hosed knees, Charlotte and Bethany's shiny
neatly pinned hair now laying on down over bra strapped shoulders.
Wadded cloth was forced between lips and lower jaws hidden by whith cloth.
Now Abigail joined them, similarly gagged and bound.
As Theresa and the other replacements now dressed in the stolen stewardess
uniforms, grabbed the wheelie trollies to leave she addressed the 4 sexy
wriggling, squirming flight attendants "thanks for all your help, i'm sure
someone will find the four of you" she laughed
"PHORG" came the a muffled sound in unison.
As Mike bent down and applied a chloroform soaked cloth to Stephanie's pretty face
until her eyes closed and hoisted her over his shoulder, her head and upper body
over his back, he took the opportunity to fondle the pert panty and hosed derriere,
then wrapped his arm across sheer nyloned thighs.
"Yes i'm afraid Young Miss Thomson is going on a different journey, she is a chip
ia a game, with just a touch of deja vu of which you are all unfortunate pawns"
and with that the impostors left the 4 remaining girls still struggling futily, as
they watched their friend and the trollies and uniforms diappear, the door locked
securely to keep them detained.
by Lord-Storm,
Alice cast her mind back some 30 years when she had been much younger
woman, but she had never envisaged that she would put anyone else in
any peril after such a long time. The call had shaken her to the core
and as she poured herelf a vodka, she cast her mind back to events in
her past 1981 to be exact.
WPC Penny Shaw stood with her hands up, at that moment the curvy, pretty
Policewoman stood in a frilly black bra containing her 36D breast, a pair
of matching black frilly cotton Knickers, garter belt and sheer black
nylon stockings.
"You've got to tye me up and gag me" Penny told Alice.
Alice broke from her thoughts "What? ah yes" Alice replied, as the scantily
clad woman with dark hair pinned up neatly repeated "you've got to put my
uniform on and then tye me up and gag me, now hurry."
Penny had divested herself of her clothes until she was wearing only her
stockings and underwear. The white Police cap with black brim and chequered
band, lay on the table with a pair brown leather gloves, on a chair was the
dark serge skirt and white cotton l/s shirt with black neck tab tie, dark
serge tunic over the chair back, with the issue black leather shoulder bag.
Dangerous Games Chpt 1
Penny Turned around and then crossed both wrist behind her back
encouraging Alice to cross and loop the white cord, then cinch the
knot to secure it. Alice worked quickly, but methodically tying more
lengths around the curvy Policewoman's waist and lower arms, just above
her black garter belt. "Pin my upper arms so as to make it harder for
me to get loose" Penny Shaw encouraged, as Alice looped long lengths
of doubled up white cord, first under the WPCs bra, then around her body,
under both arms and back across her heaving cleavage, looped around both
shoulders,pinioning the constables upper arms to her torso.
"Good, make sure their tight" said Penny "Now tie My legs and gag me, its
got to look right" she continued.
"Ok" Alice replied "Sit down and i'll finish up."
Pushing the partially tied officer down by her shoulders, Alice got Penny
sat, her knees bent level with her chest and began to tie the sheer dark
nyloned stocking clad ankles and calves, before moving up to Penny's firm
welted and gartered thighs and securing them midway with several turns.
"In the bag you'll find some cloth to gag me with and a small rubber cosh,"
the now tightly bound policewoman told Alice "Push one piece in my mouth,
then secure the longer strip between my teeth and lips to make sure my cries
for help will be muffled."
"What about this" asked Alice holding up the small black rubber cosh.
"You've got to knock me out with that" Penny insisted "It's got to look like
you jumped me, knocked me out and then stole my uniform and with the aid of
stuff stashed by outside accomplices, you tied me up and gagged me"
Alice put the cosh on the table and got the white cloth.
WPC Penny Shaw opened her glossy moist red lips and gobbled up the white cloth,
until both cheeks bulged and a small piece poked between her teeth, then Alice
tied a knot in the middle of the longest piece, forcing the knot into Penny's
mouth tying the loose ends tight, doubling the knot at the knape of the police
officers neck, so only a muffled mewling sound escaped, as Alice stripped down to
her plain pale blue cotton bra and panties and the sheer dark nylon pantyhose she
had worn under her prison clothes. She was of similar height and build to the WPC,
whose place she was taking and a dark wig had been supplied.
Quickly Alice began to redress in her disguise, buttoning up the cotton L/S shirt
and putting on the neck tab black tie, next stepping into the dark serge skirt, she
couldn't help but notice that both were still warm from the heat of the body, from
which they had been recently taken off, finally pulling on the dark serge tunic,
she did up the 3 buttons.
Putting on the dark wig, she looked in a small compact mirror from Penny's Police
issue shoulder handbag.
Looking down she realised that she had no shoes, oh they were still on the Woman
constables feet. She slid them off Penny's feet and stepped into them, a little
tight but i'll get by, she thought.
Finally she placed the cap on her head and pulled on the brown leather gloves.
From the floor came a muffled, gagged mewl "mawb goffh meb" Penny mumbled,indicating
the rubber cosh on the table.
Alice realised that The policewoman was reminding her she needed to knock her out.
Reluctantly Alice picked up the cosh and turned the WPC at an angle.Penny closed
her grey eyes, as she waited for the blow, "sorry" said Alice as the dull thud of
the cosh renderered the Policewoman unconcious.
Quickly she dragged the inert pretty officer under the arms into a storage room,
her purpose being two-fold, the first to hide the tied and gagged woman from view,
until she got away, the second to protect her , in case she might be found by another lag
and subjected to an assault by some female prisoners, after all the sight of a pretty,
policewoman like Penny in sexy lingerie and stockings gagged and bound might be too
much of a temptation. Padlocking the door Alice collected the handbag and casually
made her way from the prison to freedom and a rendezvous.
Dangerous Games Chpt 2
LAX Airport-August 2011
"Hello Stephanie" a womans voice said behind the pretty blonde stewardess.
Alice's 22 year granddaughter looked at the woman and her female companion
and smiled the well practised smile through glossy red lips, piercing light
blue eyes, which disarmed most appraised the women.
"Hello, do i know you" came the reply, as she walked to the back of her small
sporty car, the click clack of shiny black, low heel court shoes on tarmac.
"Were related to some old friends of your Grandmothers" the dark haired woman
continued "and we would like to catch up" she smiled.
Both women watched as Stephanie opened the trunk of her car and leaned in to
retrieve the Wheeled suitcase used by most stewardess's, both admiring the way
the young British Airways girls smart dark blue uniform clung to her, the jacket
hugging her slender figure, the knee length skirt rising up sheer dark nyloned
legs, gripping hips and thighs, then stretching across her firm pert backside,
as she lifted one shapely leg slightly off the floor for balance, grabbing the
handle with black leather gloved hands. Not a blonde hair out of place, pinned
up neatly beneath the matching pillbox style hat, as she put the case down and
locked the car. The red, white and blue silk scarf, tucked at the neck of the
crisp white uniform blouses collar, top two buttons undone,finished the ensemble.
"Are you travelling on my flight" the gorgeous young blonde stewardess enquired.
"Actually we are" replied the brunettes ash blonde companion, smiling
As Stephanie made to move off "I'll see you on board" she said chirpily.
Suddenly she felt the hard, round barrel of a silenced 9mm pistol in her side.
"Oh no" said the brunette my colleague is going in your place" came the sinister
reply.
"Don't make any noise and do what your told and you won't get hurt understand"
Stephanie nodded as a car with darkened windows pulled up and a man in mid forties,
wearing sunglasses smiled at her, "Now get in" the dark haired woman ordered.
As the blonde loaded the wheelie case in the cars trunk, Steph raised her gloved
hands and climbed in the car, joined in the back by both women.
The male driver pulled out "Ok Mike you know where to go" said the blonde
"Right we need you to do us one more little service" grinned the brunette "we
would like to introduce your friends to ours, theirs a good girl"
Bethany and Ola were pulling their luggage cases behind them, decked out in the
same smart dark blue B/A uniforms as Stephanie, shapely hosed legs moving in
shoes and tight skirts, jackets and blouses buttoned and pulled tightly across
firm bust and curvy figures, perfect make up enhancing their demure, professional
look.
Bethany was a tall very striking brunette, whilst her colleague Ola was a rather
sexy young woman, from Eastern Europe with brown hair tied in a plaited ponytail,
whilst Bethany's hair was pinned up neatly.
The buzz of a text message alert on both girls phones made them stop,checking
their inbox, Ola said in her accented english "Its Steph she says she'll meet us
in the underground parking area on the far side of the airport."
"Me too" said Bethany " She says its a surprise"
In another part of the concourse, Charlotte and Abigail, the other 2 B/A girls had
recieved the same text. The gorgeous Red headed Scots lass Abi and her blonde friend
hair pinned up under pill box hats and smart fitted uniforms and dark hosed legs,
pulled their trollies towards the meeting point, texting their imminent arrival to
Stephanie.
A black leather gloved finger turned off the screen, "Good their on the way" said
the blonde woman decked in British Airways stewardess uniform, as she turned to
reveal that she was in fact Stephanie's blonde assailent, now dressed in her clothes.
Stephanie Mewled through the white cloth tied tightly over her lovely full red lips,
as Mike finished up tying the beautiful young blonde stewardesses legs together at
the dark silky smooth pantyhosed ankles.
Alice's pretty grandaughter sat in pink lace bra and matching panties with white
frilly trim on both, the knickers hidden beneath the dark sheer hosiery that clad
her lovely legs, now bound at ankle, calf and above the knees.
Her wrist were crossed and cinched behind her, sat in the small of the back, whilst
more rope pinioned both arms to her torso, both below and above her C-Cup breast,
pushing them up, as they heaved up and down. A rough rag filled her mouth to bulging,
allowing only the faintest of muffled protest, long blonde tresses, cascading onto
bare bra strapped shoulders as she struggled helplessly, her squirming causing both
Mike and the two women ,to become aroused as she moved.
The blonde in Steph's stolen clothe's was called Katya and the brunette was Theresa.
"Thanks for your help" Theresa told a powerless Stephanie "My friends are just going
to arrange a little surprise for your colleagues, so we'll keep you company whilst
we wait."
Dangerous Games Chpt 3
"Would the Flight Attendants for British Airways Flight BA 337 please
go to Gate 6 and prepare for boarding" came the announcement over the
airport tannoy.
A mobile phone buzzed and Theresa said "Their calling our flight ladies,
so lets hurry up, come on get dressed quickly" she spoke to the 3 other
standing in various states of dress "and you get that skirt off hurry.
The last remark was aimed at red headed Abigail, who stood in stocking
clad feet, her hair now lying long and loose, in contrast to the pale
blue satin bra, holding her 36DD breast, as she reluctantly slid the
blue uniform skirt over full hips and down sheer dark nylon hosed legs,
revealing matching hi cut bikini briefs beneath hosiery, which clung to
firm buttocks. The half dressed woman wearing the rest of her uniform
snatched the skirt and slid it up her own pantyhosed legs,stepping into
the shiny black low heeled shoes.
The other 3 BA stewardesses already sat tightly bound in white ropes,
mouths packed and securely gagged with cloth tied tautly over glossy
lips, muffled mewling, barely audible. Like Abigail they wore only their
nylons and form fitting lingerie and could only watch,as the Scots girl
underwent the same ritual of bondage they had endured, having been forced
to strip off their own clothes.
They'd arrived some 30 minutes prior, all four stewardesses had been shocked
when they were surrounded by several armed women and marched into the empty
room in this new and unused part of the airport.
"Whats going on, where's Stephanie" demanded Charlotte as all 4 girls stood
hands raised. At this a blonde in a BA uniform appeared "she's in here" said
the newcomer, Sliding back a door, to reveal the helpless, tied and gagged young
blonde in her underwear and pantyhose.
The girls looked shocked, but not as horrified as at the next statement.
"Whats going on" asked Bethany, what do you want with us?"
Theresa's voice chimed in, as she pointed at Stephanie "i would think that was
pretty obvious, we'd like you young ladies to strip off those smart uniforms,
and when your done we will leave you all tied and gagged in your intimate apparel,
whilst we impersonate you and take a flight to London" came her matter of fact
reply "consider it an unscheduled vacation"
Realising she was serious, reluctantly the 4 trolly dolly's began to divest the
smart airline uniforms.
Stephanie could only watch as her friends removed their pillbox hats, leather
gloves and slid off their shoes, then their replacements began to unpack the
gags and bindings, looking on with a mixture of bravado and lust, as the real
BA girls unbuttoned fitted jackets, hugging hourglass figures, removed crisp
white cotton blouses silky neck scarves and shimmied out of ass tight skirts,
down sheer hosed legs, revealing an assortment of lingerie clinging to lithe
bodies. Ola had opted for a cotton and lace white floral print set the bra
holing her charms, whilst Blonde Charlotte hand on a red silky camisole with
a white bow at the waist and between her cups, the pink and black satin and lace
hi cut panties and underwired bra worn by Bethany completed the look.
Each girl had been sat, hands crossed behind their backs in the small of the back
and like steph roped under their various ample cleavage and across the chest
forcing their tits to be pushed up into prominence, Knees drawn level with chest
and bound midcalf, ankle and above hosed knees, Charlotte and Bethany's shiny
neatly pinned hair now laying on down over bra strapped shoulders.
Wadded cloth was forced between lips and lower jaws hidden by whith cloth.
Now Abigail joined them, similarly gagged and bound.
As Theresa and the other replacements now dressed in the stolen stewardess
uniforms, grabbed the wheelie trollies to leave she addressed the 4 sexy
wriggling, squirming flight attendants "thanks for all your help, i'm sure
someone will find the four of you" she laughed
"PHORG" came the a muffled sound in unison.
As Mike bent down and applied a chloroform soaked cloth to Stephanie's pretty face
until her eyes closed and hoisted her over his shoulder, her head and upper body
over his back, he took the opportunity to fondle the pert panty and hosed derriere,
then wrapped his arm across sheer nyloned thighs.
"Yes i'm afraid Young Miss Thomson is going on a different journey, she is a chip
ia a game, with just a touch of deja vu of which you are all unfortunate pawns"
and with that the impostors left the 4 remaining girls still struggling futily, as
they watched their friend and the trollies and uniforms diappear, the door locked
securely to keep them detained.