Pretty Polly

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Pretty Polly
by Lord-Storm,





Commander Polly Jennings realised that she couldn't move and as her head cleared the young brunette Royal Navy officer tried to relieve the stiffness in her body by attempting to move her arms. It was at this point she found that that her arms had been pulled behind her and that both wrist seemed to be secured together just above the small of her back. This at least explained the ache in her shoulders.
Polly appeared to be in a rather dimly lit, but almost empty room, the only natural light coming in through several retangular fanlight windows, she herself was propped against a bare wall, on an uncomfortable cold stone floor. As her bright hazel brown eyes swept the room, she tried to figure out why she was here and how or by what means she'd arrived.
The pretty Commander tried to stand, but soon discovered that her ankles also appeared to by incapable of movement and she glanced down to where two slender shapely legs were locked together in sheer dark nylon pantyhose, just above the ankle with a zip tie.
Polly began to wriggle and twist, in an attempt to loosen her bonds and tried to make noise, but quickly ceased when the only sound to reach her ears was a rather muffled "MMMURRRMPH". She tried rolling her tongue, however a large balled up cloth filled the cavity of her mouth and attempts to expel it met with resistance and the lack of lip movement told her she was gagged, with what felt like a large oblong strip of tape.
Moving her head trying to look up, she felt the white dresscap move atop the dark hair, tied neatly in bun, and looking down Polly was relieved to see that her smart dark Naval unform still covered her curvy figure and her shiny black dress heels covered both feet.
So wrapped up in her observations was Polly, that she had failed to notice the newcomer enter.

"Ah Commander Jennings your awake, good, now we can get on with things"

Polly obsevered the smirking newcomer looked oddly familiar, then it dawned on her why. The woman was about the same height, build and look as the captive Royal Navy girl, she was probably not far off the young Commanders 29 years of age.

"Leph Ri Gug" Polly demanded "Wafh ip ic tafth mmm Ronhf"

The woman Laughed "why isn't it obvious Commander i want your clothes so as i can take your place and close the report you've been compiling into illegal activity in supplies that change hands.

The woman produced a locking knife and Pollys eyes widened, then the woman cut the tie holding the nyloned ankles and gently began to massage them until Polly felt circulation returning, the woman semed to be a liitle turned on by the experience as she let out a "umm" of pleasure until the officer realised where she was looking.
During her struggles Commander jennings skirt had ridden up and she was showing her firm pantyhosed thighs all the way up to the line where the darker gossamer of the control top gusset of her tights started to disappear, her face flushed a shade of red with embaressment.
Folding the blade away the woman helped Polly to her feet "Up we get Commander."
Turning the young Naval officer to the wall she cut the tie holding Polly's wrist the Navy girl began to rub them.
Looking up she was alarmed to see that woman had now produced an automatic pistol.

"And now time for me to acquire my disguise, so please kindly strip off your uniform and try not to damage it" she sneered. Polly realised she had little choice and reluctantly she began to disrobe.

The woman now stood straightening the Naval officers cap on top of her head , dark hair pulled into a tight bun like Polly's, the uniform fitting almost perfectly to the impostors own slender figure.

Part 2



Commander Polly Jennings found her state of undress almost as uncomfortable as
the tight bindings that now held her encompassing her scantily clad body and
hosed legs.

The young Royal Navy Officer had been forced to preform quite a full and
impromptu strip at gunpoint, which she intially did slow and reluctantly, serving
up quite an erotic display initially for her captor, but the urgency of her
assailants mission soon sped things up.
The White dress cover with its narrow turned black edged brim and peak, bearing the
gold and black Royal Navy crest had already been removed and now rested atop the
impostors dark hair.
Still gagged to prevent any protest or calls for help, Polly unfastened the 3
gold buttons holding the dark dress tunic over her curvy figure and slid it off
her shoulders and arms placing it over the single chair in the room then
followed by her clip on tie.
Now all that was left was the long sleeved crisp white uniform shirt, with her
black rank shoulder epaulettes the gold rank bars and loop indicating her status,
her smart black above th knee skirt and slender calves sheathed in sheer black
nylon pantyhose , stockinged feet hidden in the shiny 2" black slip on dress
shoes.

Young Miss Jennings had undone the shirts cuffs, the buttons on the front of the
white cotton top pulled taut over the 38c bosom that strained beneath, then she
began to unfasten the shirt from the bottom pulling it from her uniform skirts
tight waist band and working her way to the neck, now exposing the bra that held
her firm milky white orbs in their cups and bringing a smile to the lips of her
abductor.
As she removed the garment Polly could see the almost ravenous look in the other
womans eyes, the white cotton bra with small red spots and a line of red lace
running across each cup, to the red bow in the centre, rose and fell rapidly.

When she had hesitated the woman had waved the pistol "come on hurry up and
finish, lets have the rest" she had demanded and the Pretty Naval Commander had
pulled the skirts rear zipper and button to her left side and undone both,
kicking off her black dress heels, then sliding her skirt over full hips and down
shapely dark hosed legs revealing the lack of a slip and exposing the matching
panties sitting snugly across her buttocks and hips, the sheer nylon gossamer of
control top pantyhose pulled to shapely waist.
When sehe stepped out of the skirt a placed it on the chair with the rest of her
uniform, the now embaressed Polly stood handover the front of her hose and
panties and her other arm across her impressive bra encased cleavege trying to
cover her lack of decency, waiting for what came next.

Part 3

"Well thank you young lady, it would appear that i am now Commander Polly Jennings"
The impostor announced, the sound of overwelming victory and self assured confidence
in her voice was edged with just a little bit of ****y superiority, as she stood in
the "Real" Polly Jennings Stolen Naval uniform, the I/d badge and relevant documents now
altered to allow the woman to get away with the deception.

"How do i look" she continued, then laughed "oh you can't tell me because i've
impaired your ability to criticise "

Poor Polly was now helplessly indisposed, resting on her haunches, with both legs
underneath her in a kneeling postion, firm backside sat on her dark reinforced
nyloned heels.
Both wrist were crossed and bound, the tight cinched knot in the centre holding
them secure and her arms held above the elbows touching in a painful cinched
tie.

Both firm shapely hosed legs had been bound in a similar fashion around slender
calves and ankles , then several turns at mid thigh level.
Polly had also felt the rope tied around her waist and passed beneath the gusset
of her panties and pantyhose, the ends passed through the rear of the waist rope
and connected to her wrist bindings, crotch roping her. She had soon discovered
the effects of this, by the strange and uncomfortable sensation between her legs,
when any attempt was made to try and find a loose knot around her wrist and she
had soon stopped.

She had also been re-gagged and a tight piece of cloth, with a large Knot in
the centre, now sat behind perfect teeth and glossy lips, preventing the expulsion
of a much fuller stuffed mouth, another piece of cloth spread and pulled over
her lovely eyes and secured below her neat dark bunned hair, impeding vision.

"lep reh gofph plish" Polly mumbled helplessly and almost inaudibly from behind
the gag.

The impostors response was to sneer and say
"Sorry Honey i can't understand, anyway i have to report for duty" as Polly
mumbled through her gag.

looking at the struggling WREN, the "new" Commander Polly Jennings decided that
her captive needed to be made a little more uncomfortable. Ten minutes later, as
she left the empty storage shed the fake Polly turned and said "don't get to
distressed someone will find you later", as she watched Polly squirm on the
floor. Laid on her stomach , feet parallel with her pert backside, a length of
short rope connecting her ankles to the elbow ropes in a hog-tie, the Commanders
helpless struggles and mewlings fading, as her captor shut and bolted the door of
her temporary prison.

THE END(for now perhaps?)