Hazel and Ami
Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 5:41 pm
Hazel and Ami- a story begins
by Lord-Storm,
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Ami could see the door in front of her and thought, if only she
could make it then prehaps she might get some help and be able to
change the current situation.
Several things however were restricting her plans, the first was
that the stunning brunette was dressed only in black opaque control
top nylon pantyhose, with tight white cotton bra and panties,
displaying her 34dd breast and rather pert derriere, the second was
the skiens of tight white nylon rope that secured her shapely legs,
from slender ankle to firm thighs, then held her hands behind her
back and encompassed her curvy figure around the waistband of her
tights and lower arms, with more pinning her arms below and above
her bust.
The lack of footwear mean't she could hop across the cold stone
floor of the empty warehouse on stocking clad feet. However the
microfoam tape over her mouth and hidden by the soft cotton cloth
that covered her lower jaw, then tied knotted beneath her neatly bunned
dark hair made breathing a little difficult.
Nearly there now, as the light through a crack in the door appeared,
" Urumpf" exclaimed Ami, as her forward motion was arrested by two
strong, yet very feminine arms grabbing her around her waist and
chest, lifting her off the ground by an inch and a half, as a very
tall and butch woman asked "and just where do you think you are
going young lady"
Ami gave out an audible muffled sigh of resignation as she was taken
back in the direction from which she came, her break for freedom
over for now.
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Part 2
(Earlier that morning in town)
"Please can help me" the young dark haired woman called as she ran
up. Two piercing blue eyes met her gaze from beneath the bowler
style cap with the chequered band as stunningly pretty WPC Ami
Fitzroy turned in her direction, the woman had already drunk in the
athletic figure before her dressed in dark serge knee length skirt,
the tunic hidden beneath the body armour that fitted rather snugly
to Ami's busty, curvy figure, the crisp white cotton shirts collar
visible , along with the chequered cravat at her neck.
Around her waist was the equipment belt with cuffs, radio pack glove
pouch key holder small torch and raptor extending baton.
The young woman also observered the dark opaque hosed calves and
lace up black parade shoes, size 6 at least she thought or rather
hoped.
"What's the problem" the pretty officer asked, flashing a dazzling
smile that would take most peoples breath away.
Ami and her partner had stopped their patrol car, parked and were
dealing with a small roadside dispute.
"My friends got lost looking for her dog in the old abandoned
textile mill in Chivenor street" she replied. The dark haired
officer knew it was only about 15 minutes walk, so turned to her
partner and said "i'll deal with this, catch me up when your finished
Hazel"
The woman observed a gorgeous blonde, about the same build and
height as the brunette, hair tied in a bun and wearing the same
uniform. WPC Hazel Walton's brown eyes looked up from where she was
making notes "ok but stay in contact" she called after Ami. Neither
officer saw the blue Renault van and its occupants who had been
observing everything.
The young woman was just ahead of Ami, who although fit was carrying
the weight of her armour and equipment, so she entered just ahead of
the policewoman.
Pulling out her torch Ami entered the dimly lit building, just ahead
she heard the woman calling and saw her disappear to her right
through a doorway, a minute later She entered into a large empty
space. Two high backed wooden chairs stood in the room, the only
furniture present and the young woman between them. Ami pressed the
mike button of her radio pinned to her lapel but recieved only
static, so now she was out of contact with Hazel.
"Where's your friend" asked the perplexed WPC.
"Right here" said a deep feminine voice, as a tall amazonian womans
arm snaked around Ami, a large damp cloth clamped over the officers
nose and mouth, the smell of the chloroform filling the WPC's lungs.
Ami was wearing leather gloves and began to claw at the hand over
her face struggling furiously but futily.
"My this ones got some fight" the woman holding Ami observed, but
eventually the struggles stopped, until the dark haired officers
arms fell limp at her sides and the head lolled on to the left
shoulder.
Two figures in black ski mask and coveralls and gloves appeared.
" You go and get ready" the amazon said to the dark haired girl Ami
had followed, with just a hint of an eastern european accent.
"You 2 know what to do" speaking to the black clad figures, who now
held the unconcious Ami horizontally between them, one held her
nyloned ankles the other held her under the arms, as they carried
the young copper out of sight, as the statuesque woman picked up the
WPC's cap from the floor where it had fallen during the brief
struggle and followed.
(roughly 20 minutes later)
A door opened and a figure entered placing a neat stack of clothes
on a table, consisting of a bowler style cap on top of a brown pair
of leather gloves, a folded dark serge skirt with narrow leather
belt, dark 3 button tunic, crisp white cotton l/s shirt with
epaulettes, and a chequered cravat. The body armour was hung on the
back of a chair, the equipment belt slung over the top
and the shiny black lace up parade shoes set on the floor.
"Time to get changed the hooded woman told the lithe dark haired
young woman as she stripped to black pantyhose and plain bra and
thong briefs. Ami's uniform had been delivered to its new owner, she
wouldn't be needing it for a while. Picking up the shoes the woman
noticed the size, 6 so she had guessed right what luck, as she began
to redress in her new clothes.
Meanwhile a still unconcious Ami was blissfully unaware of the tight
ropes that now bound her nubile body and legs, divested of her
uniform and clad only in her nylons and underwear, as her assailants
secured her bonds. A large pair of womans panties was pushed between
her soft red lips until her checks bulged, then 3" strip of micrfoam
tape was stretched and smoothed over her mouth, the outline of her
luscious lips visible.
"Make sure she is gagged soundly" the Amazon commanded and a piece
of soft cotton cloth was placed over Ami's lower jaw and over the
tape, then pulled taut with a double knot at the nape of her neck
below her bunned hair.
"Quick, we must get her in place so we can prepare for her friend"
came the big womans voice, as her cohorts lifted the shapely,
stripped form of the bound and gagged WPC back into the warehouse to
await the arrival of Hazel.
part 3
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Ami was dumped down on the hard high backed wooden chair and pushed forward, as rope was wound above both elbows cinching them together, so they were now touching rather uncomfortably, then her wrist bindings were untied but any hope of respite was short lived as her hands were pulled through the gaps either side of the 2 centre slats of the 4 in the back of the chair then retied, making it nigh on impossible to move off the chair, then as if to reinforce
this, her captors produced more long lengths of rope and began to lash the brunette tightly to her chair. Rope was run around her curvy midrift several times, strapping her to the back of wooden prison, across slender hips and finally looped under the seat, then across firm thighs holding her in place.
"And now to be sure" said the woman in black hood and coveralls, she pulled Ami's bound ankles below the seat and connected another shoter piece of cord from that to the wrist bindings, insuring no further movement without consequences.
Ami made a muffled cry of pain as she tested this and then loked across to the other chair, where her pretty blonde colleague WPC Hazel Walton sat having just regained conciousness only to find herself stripped of her uniform.
Hazel sat bound and gagged in much the same way as Ami and mumbled in dismay through her gag, as she was now displaying her rather ample cleavage and shapely body, clad only in a pair of cream satin panties and bra with black lace trim and bows on the waistband and between the cups that held her 36dd bosom, as well as the slender, shapely legs encased in dark control top pantyhose.
"Huw bif ur gifh hig"(how did i get here) she mumbled through her gag "wym hab nad spulen arb clufs"(why have they stolen our clothes)
"Ib dunph nuwb, thab junph uff, donf yub rimimbef"(i don't know, they jumped you don't you remember) Ami replied
Slowly it all started to come back to Hazel.
The patrol car had pulled into the overgrown yard of the abandoned textile mill and it had now been 20 minutes plus since she had lost contact with Ami. Cautiously the attractive blonde climbed from the patrol car her attempts to contact the station were met with static, so she proceeded into the darkened warehouse, torch in one hand baton in the other unaware she was being watched.
"Ami, Ami where are you?" she yelled
A strange sound up ahead on her right made her flick out the extendable baton with a deft flick of the wrist. Moving slowly she reached an open doorway which opened onto a dimly lit warehouse area, the light entering through broken shutters. From the far wall came a muffled noise and Hazel shone her torch in that direction, the beam caught someting that made her gasp
part 4
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Chief Inspector Josephine Courtt stood in front of the ornate full length mirror of her bedroom, fastening the last of her Black and pink O/B Girdles 6 garter straps to the welt of her silky sheer seamed black stocking, running the length of her shapely right leg. The attractive 43 year old blonde looked at her toned figure in black silk hi cut panties and the black and pink bra and girdle hugging her curves and supporting her cleavage, proud of the figure that male and female officers alike admired, along with her professional attitude and how she had balanced her career with being a single mother.
Just then a beautiful young woman with ginger hair tied in a ponytail, with a short bowed ribbon appeared in the doorway and let out a whistle. The younger woman was almost a dead ringer for the other woman. This was 22 year Sasha Courtt, who stood in a crisp white uniform shirt with epaulettes , and who like her mother had decided to follow the same career choice.
"Looking Good Mum" she chided " no wonder my Instructors like you, they'd love this" Sasha teased.
Josephine looked up and smiled, noticing that it wasn't just her looks Her daughter had inherited, as she observed the 2 dark blue pieces of lace pertruding from beneath Sasha's white uniform shirt, covering the clasp on each thigh that tugged at the lacy top welts of her sheer dark stockings.
"Hurry up and get ready, or you'll be late for your passing out parade"
Sasha turned and bounced like a child on her bare stocking clad feet, the rear lacy garters, bare thigh and just a hint of pert behind, as the frilly trim cut of the legs of her underwear showed.
Sasha stepped into her dark uniform skirt, showing a little more leg, before fastening the clasp at her right side and drawing up the zipper, which she twisted to the rear, before tightening the narrow leather waistbelt, still only a cadet she clipped her black tie to the shirts collar and reached for her tunic.
Next door Josephine slide a silky white full slip over her head, which fell against her body hiding her underwear and curves, although in the sunlight this became diaphanous. She then pulled on her crisp white shirt with rank slides, realising how taut the material was as she buttoned it over her voluptuous bust. After sliding on her uniform skirt in the same way as her daughter, she clipped on her chequered cravat and then put on and buttoned up her tight tunic.
The doorbell rang as she was about to step into her black low heeled shoes.
Sasha who had just finished lacing up her size 5 parade shoes yelled "i'll get it" as she bounced down the stairs fastening her tunic.
As she opened the door a blonde uniformed WPC stood in front of her, the woman smiled " i'm WPC Hazel Walton is the Chief Inspector home"
Josephine appeared on the stairs, cap on head, Leather handbag over her shoulder and carrying Sasha's bowler style hat in her hand, "here you forgot this" as her daughter put on her headwear.
The blonde WPC continued " We've been sent to escort you MA'AM" said the officer.
"I'll go ahead in my car" said Sasha.
" Then please let my Colleague WPC Fitzroy accompany you" said the blonde "and if you'll come with me MA'AM.
Sasha climbed into her small Ford and the dark haired officer climbed in beside her.
Josephine watched as her daughter left then climbed into the back of the marked patrol car.
In the warehouse the real WPCs Ami Fitzroy and Hazel Walton sat helpless and impotent in their black pantyhose and underwear, secured to the two wooden chairs, the double layered gags having the desired effect, as they wriggled in their bonds the soft rustle of nyloned legs moving together and the swish of rope against wood, flesh and fabric.
After her torch had fallen on the figure of Ami trussed up in her control top tights and scanties, gagged and propped up by the far wall Hazel rushed to her colleagues aid, putting her baton away.
Ami's reaction though had been strange and she had begun to struggle, mumbling frantically,nodding her head from side to side in a desperate attempt to stop Hazel.
"Nu gef owfh nawb" (no get out now) the brunette tried to say.
"Whats the matter" ask Hazel, alarmed but the warning came to late.
part 5
The Trap is sprung.
Hazel had been partially bent over when Amii's eyes had widened and an arm had grabbed hold of her own left arm pulling the blonde constable off balance.
"I think she was trying to warn you about me" came a rather deep female voice before a damp cloth soaked in sleep inducing chlorform was clamped with venom over WPC Waltons mouth and nose. Hazel tried to resist and Amii's mewling became distressed as all she could do was watch her partner slowly succumb to the drug and go limp in her attackers arms. once again the dark clothed, hooded accomplices appeared and lifted the now restful officer into the small room that had housed Amii.
"Get all her clothes off then" she addressed the woman holding Hazels ankles "you can get changed"
As Hazel disappeared the Amazonian blonde looked down at Amii who moaned softly, as she looked all forlorn.
"Thank you for your help" came the mocking voice "but now i think we need to make you a bit more uncomfortable and dragged sexy young brunette to her feet before bunny hopping her to one of the 2 wooden chairs in the empty space and pushing her down onto the seat.
"Now stay put while i help my friends OK"
WPC Fitzroy nodded affirmation and mumbled from behind her gag.
The small rooms door opened for a second and a slender figure joined the young dark haired woman who was putting the finishing touchs to her disguise now completely dressed in Ami's stolen uniform. The newcomer carried a policewomans uniform similar to the others. Pulling off her dark hood the slavic looking blonde undressed to her bra, thong briefs and pantyhose and began to redress in her new WPC outfit.
Next door Hazel was still out cold so the tightly cinched knots of her bonds were for now irrelevant. Clad in sheer to waist dark control top pantyhose and snug undergarments, both covering her modesty and supporting an ample bust, she was blissfully unaware of the warm moist cotton ladies apparel thrust into her oral cavity causing cheeks to bulge, the sealed in first with stretched microfoam tape, then soft cotton cloth, before she was carried with ease to join her already stripped and bound partner.
And so it was that the 2 young female constables were now trussed tightly to the chairs as a blonde and brunette wearing their clothes and equipment came into view.
"You know what to do" the blonde asked "oh and thank the nice police ladies for lending you their clothes" she joked.
Both fake constables smirked then left, Hazel and Amii struggled furiously.
"Don't bother said the remaining hooded woman i added superglue to all the cinched knots, the more you squirm the more they will constrict, relax your here for the duration. Both officers snorted and let out loud "Hurumphs" from behind their gags.
"Oh and we coated the chairs in a layer of clear apoxy resin so soon your going to be stuck literally to those chairs" laughed the burly blonde as the helpless young officers were left to their confinement.
by Lord-Storm,
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Ami could see the door in front of her and thought, if only she
could make it then prehaps she might get some help and be able to
change the current situation.
Several things however were restricting her plans, the first was
that the stunning brunette was dressed only in black opaque control
top nylon pantyhose, with tight white cotton bra and panties,
displaying her 34dd breast and rather pert derriere, the second was
the skiens of tight white nylon rope that secured her shapely legs,
from slender ankle to firm thighs, then held her hands behind her
back and encompassed her curvy figure around the waistband of her
tights and lower arms, with more pinning her arms below and above
her bust.
The lack of footwear mean't she could hop across the cold stone
floor of the empty warehouse on stocking clad feet. However the
microfoam tape over her mouth and hidden by the soft cotton cloth
that covered her lower jaw, then tied knotted beneath her neatly bunned
dark hair made breathing a little difficult.
Nearly there now, as the light through a crack in the door appeared,
" Urumpf" exclaimed Ami, as her forward motion was arrested by two
strong, yet very feminine arms grabbing her around her waist and
chest, lifting her off the ground by an inch and a half, as a very
tall and butch woman asked "and just where do you think you are
going young lady"
Ami gave out an audible muffled sigh of resignation as she was taken
back in the direction from which she came, her break for freedom
over for now.
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Part 2
(Earlier that morning in town)
"Please can help me" the young dark haired woman called as she ran
up. Two piercing blue eyes met her gaze from beneath the bowler
style cap with the chequered band as stunningly pretty WPC Ami
Fitzroy turned in her direction, the woman had already drunk in the
athletic figure before her dressed in dark serge knee length skirt,
the tunic hidden beneath the body armour that fitted rather snugly
to Ami's busty, curvy figure, the crisp white cotton shirts collar
visible , along with the chequered cravat at her neck.
Around her waist was the equipment belt with cuffs, radio pack glove
pouch key holder small torch and raptor extending baton.
The young woman also observered the dark opaque hosed calves and
lace up black parade shoes, size 6 at least she thought or rather
hoped.
"What's the problem" the pretty officer asked, flashing a dazzling
smile that would take most peoples breath away.
Ami and her partner had stopped their patrol car, parked and were
dealing with a small roadside dispute.
"My friends got lost looking for her dog in the old abandoned
textile mill in Chivenor street" she replied. The dark haired
officer knew it was only about 15 minutes walk, so turned to her
partner and said "i'll deal with this, catch me up when your finished
Hazel"
The woman observed a gorgeous blonde, about the same build and
height as the brunette, hair tied in a bun and wearing the same
uniform. WPC Hazel Walton's brown eyes looked up from where she was
making notes "ok but stay in contact" she called after Ami. Neither
officer saw the blue Renault van and its occupants who had been
observing everything.
The young woman was just ahead of Ami, who although fit was carrying
the weight of her armour and equipment, so she entered just ahead of
the policewoman.
Pulling out her torch Ami entered the dimly lit building, just ahead
she heard the woman calling and saw her disappear to her right
through a doorway, a minute later She entered into a large empty
space. Two high backed wooden chairs stood in the room, the only
furniture present and the young woman between them. Ami pressed the
mike button of her radio pinned to her lapel but recieved only
static, so now she was out of contact with Hazel.
"Where's your friend" asked the perplexed WPC.
"Right here" said a deep feminine voice, as a tall amazonian womans
arm snaked around Ami, a large damp cloth clamped over the officers
nose and mouth, the smell of the chloroform filling the WPC's lungs.
Ami was wearing leather gloves and began to claw at the hand over
her face struggling furiously but futily.
"My this ones got some fight" the woman holding Ami observed, but
eventually the struggles stopped, until the dark haired officers
arms fell limp at her sides and the head lolled on to the left
shoulder.
Two figures in black ski mask and coveralls and gloves appeared.
" You go and get ready" the amazon said to the dark haired girl Ami
had followed, with just a hint of an eastern european accent.
"You 2 know what to do" speaking to the black clad figures, who now
held the unconcious Ami horizontally between them, one held her
nyloned ankles the other held her under the arms, as they carried
the young copper out of sight, as the statuesque woman picked up the
WPC's cap from the floor where it had fallen during the brief
struggle and followed.
(roughly 20 minutes later)
A door opened and a figure entered placing a neat stack of clothes
on a table, consisting of a bowler style cap on top of a brown pair
of leather gloves, a folded dark serge skirt with narrow leather
belt, dark 3 button tunic, crisp white cotton l/s shirt with
epaulettes, and a chequered cravat. The body armour was hung on the
back of a chair, the equipment belt slung over the top
and the shiny black lace up parade shoes set on the floor.
"Time to get changed the hooded woman told the lithe dark haired
young woman as she stripped to black pantyhose and plain bra and
thong briefs. Ami's uniform had been delivered to its new owner, she
wouldn't be needing it for a while. Picking up the shoes the woman
noticed the size, 6 so she had guessed right what luck, as she began
to redress in her new clothes.
Meanwhile a still unconcious Ami was blissfully unaware of the tight
ropes that now bound her nubile body and legs, divested of her
uniform and clad only in her nylons and underwear, as her assailants
secured her bonds. A large pair of womans panties was pushed between
her soft red lips until her checks bulged, then 3" strip of micrfoam
tape was stretched and smoothed over her mouth, the outline of her
luscious lips visible.
"Make sure she is gagged soundly" the Amazon commanded and a piece
of soft cotton cloth was placed over Ami's lower jaw and over the
tape, then pulled taut with a double knot at the nape of her neck
below her bunned hair.
"Quick, we must get her in place so we can prepare for her friend"
came the big womans voice, as her cohorts lifted the shapely,
stripped form of the bound and gagged WPC back into the warehouse to
await the arrival of Hazel.
part 3
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Ami was dumped down on the hard high backed wooden chair and pushed forward, as rope was wound above both elbows cinching them together, so they were now touching rather uncomfortably, then her wrist bindings were untied but any hope of respite was short lived as her hands were pulled through the gaps either side of the 2 centre slats of the 4 in the back of the chair then retied, making it nigh on impossible to move off the chair, then as if to reinforce
this, her captors produced more long lengths of rope and began to lash the brunette tightly to her chair. Rope was run around her curvy midrift several times, strapping her to the back of wooden prison, across slender hips and finally looped under the seat, then across firm thighs holding her in place.
"And now to be sure" said the woman in black hood and coveralls, she pulled Ami's bound ankles below the seat and connected another shoter piece of cord from that to the wrist bindings, insuring no further movement without consequences.
Ami made a muffled cry of pain as she tested this and then loked across to the other chair, where her pretty blonde colleague WPC Hazel Walton sat having just regained conciousness only to find herself stripped of her uniform.
Hazel sat bound and gagged in much the same way as Ami and mumbled in dismay through her gag, as she was now displaying her rather ample cleavage and shapely body, clad only in a pair of cream satin panties and bra with black lace trim and bows on the waistband and between the cups that held her 36dd bosom, as well as the slender, shapely legs encased in dark control top pantyhose.
"Huw bif ur gifh hig"(how did i get here) she mumbled through her gag "wym hab nad spulen arb clufs"(why have they stolen our clothes)
"Ib dunph nuwb, thab junph uff, donf yub rimimbef"(i don't know, they jumped you don't you remember) Ami replied
Slowly it all started to come back to Hazel.
The patrol car had pulled into the overgrown yard of the abandoned textile mill and it had now been 20 minutes plus since she had lost contact with Ami. Cautiously the attractive blonde climbed from the patrol car her attempts to contact the station were met with static, so she proceeded into the darkened warehouse, torch in one hand baton in the other unaware she was being watched.
"Ami, Ami where are you?" she yelled
A strange sound up ahead on her right made her flick out the extendable baton with a deft flick of the wrist. Moving slowly she reached an open doorway which opened onto a dimly lit warehouse area, the light entering through broken shutters. From the far wall came a muffled noise and Hazel shone her torch in that direction, the beam caught someting that made her gasp
part 4
Kidnapped and Replaced!
Chief Inspector Josephine Courtt stood in front of the ornate full length mirror of her bedroom, fastening the last of her Black and pink O/B Girdles 6 garter straps to the welt of her silky sheer seamed black stocking, running the length of her shapely right leg. The attractive 43 year old blonde looked at her toned figure in black silk hi cut panties and the black and pink bra and girdle hugging her curves and supporting her cleavage, proud of the figure that male and female officers alike admired, along with her professional attitude and how she had balanced her career with being a single mother.
Just then a beautiful young woman with ginger hair tied in a ponytail, with a short bowed ribbon appeared in the doorway and let out a whistle. The younger woman was almost a dead ringer for the other woman. This was 22 year Sasha Courtt, who stood in a crisp white uniform shirt with epaulettes , and who like her mother had decided to follow the same career choice.
"Looking Good Mum" she chided " no wonder my Instructors like you, they'd love this" Sasha teased.
Josephine looked up and smiled, noticing that it wasn't just her looks Her daughter had inherited, as she observed the 2 dark blue pieces of lace pertruding from beneath Sasha's white uniform shirt, covering the clasp on each thigh that tugged at the lacy top welts of her sheer dark stockings.
"Hurry up and get ready, or you'll be late for your passing out parade"
Sasha turned and bounced like a child on her bare stocking clad feet, the rear lacy garters, bare thigh and just a hint of pert behind, as the frilly trim cut of the legs of her underwear showed.
Sasha stepped into her dark uniform skirt, showing a little more leg, before fastening the clasp at her right side and drawing up the zipper, which she twisted to the rear, before tightening the narrow leather waistbelt, still only a cadet she clipped her black tie to the shirts collar and reached for her tunic.
Next door Josephine slide a silky white full slip over her head, which fell against her body hiding her underwear and curves, although in the sunlight this became diaphanous. She then pulled on her crisp white shirt with rank slides, realising how taut the material was as she buttoned it over her voluptuous bust. After sliding on her uniform skirt in the same way as her daughter, she clipped on her chequered cravat and then put on and buttoned up her tight tunic.
The doorbell rang as she was about to step into her black low heeled shoes.
Sasha who had just finished lacing up her size 5 parade shoes yelled "i'll get it" as she bounced down the stairs fastening her tunic.
As she opened the door a blonde uniformed WPC stood in front of her, the woman smiled " i'm WPC Hazel Walton is the Chief Inspector home"
Josephine appeared on the stairs, cap on head, Leather handbag over her shoulder and carrying Sasha's bowler style hat in her hand, "here you forgot this" as her daughter put on her headwear.
The blonde WPC continued " We've been sent to escort you MA'AM" said the officer.
"I'll go ahead in my car" said Sasha.
" Then please let my Colleague WPC Fitzroy accompany you" said the blonde "and if you'll come with me MA'AM.
Sasha climbed into her small Ford and the dark haired officer climbed in beside her.
Josephine watched as her daughter left then climbed into the back of the marked patrol car.
In the warehouse the real WPCs Ami Fitzroy and Hazel Walton sat helpless and impotent in their black pantyhose and underwear, secured to the two wooden chairs, the double layered gags having the desired effect, as they wriggled in their bonds the soft rustle of nyloned legs moving together and the swish of rope against wood, flesh and fabric.
After her torch had fallen on the figure of Ami trussed up in her control top tights and scanties, gagged and propped up by the far wall Hazel rushed to her colleagues aid, putting her baton away.
Ami's reaction though had been strange and she had begun to struggle, mumbling frantically,nodding her head from side to side in a desperate attempt to stop Hazel.
"Nu gef owfh nawb" (no get out now) the brunette tried to say.
"Whats the matter" ask Hazel, alarmed but the warning came to late.
part 5
The Trap is sprung.
Hazel had been partially bent over when Amii's eyes had widened and an arm had grabbed hold of her own left arm pulling the blonde constable off balance.
"I think she was trying to warn you about me" came a rather deep female voice before a damp cloth soaked in sleep inducing chlorform was clamped with venom over WPC Waltons mouth and nose. Hazel tried to resist and Amii's mewling became distressed as all she could do was watch her partner slowly succumb to the drug and go limp in her attackers arms. once again the dark clothed, hooded accomplices appeared and lifted the now restful officer into the small room that had housed Amii.
"Get all her clothes off then" she addressed the woman holding Hazels ankles "you can get changed"
As Hazel disappeared the Amazonian blonde looked down at Amii who moaned softly, as she looked all forlorn.
"Thank you for your help" came the mocking voice "but now i think we need to make you a bit more uncomfortable and dragged sexy young brunette to her feet before bunny hopping her to one of the 2 wooden chairs in the empty space and pushing her down onto the seat.
"Now stay put while i help my friends OK"
WPC Fitzroy nodded affirmation and mumbled from behind her gag.
The small rooms door opened for a second and a slender figure joined the young dark haired woman who was putting the finishing touchs to her disguise now completely dressed in Ami's stolen uniform. The newcomer carried a policewomans uniform similar to the others. Pulling off her dark hood the slavic looking blonde undressed to her bra, thong briefs and pantyhose and began to redress in her new WPC outfit.
Next door Hazel was still out cold so the tightly cinched knots of her bonds were for now irrelevant. Clad in sheer to waist dark control top pantyhose and snug undergarments, both covering her modesty and supporting an ample bust, she was blissfully unaware of the warm moist cotton ladies apparel thrust into her oral cavity causing cheeks to bulge, the sealed in first with stretched microfoam tape, then soft cotton cloth, before she was carried with ease to join her already stripped and bound partner.
And so it was that the 2 young female constables were now trussed tightly to the chairs as a blonde and brunette wearing their clothes and equipment came into view.
"You know what to do" the blonde asked "oh and thank the nice police ladies for lending you their clothes" she joked.
Both fake constables smirked then left, Hazel and Amii struggled furiously.
"Don't bother said the remaining hooded woman i added superglue to all the cinched knots, the more you squirm the more they will constrict, relax your here for the duration. Both officers snorted and let out loud "Hurumphs" from behind their gags.
"Oh and we coated the chairs in a layer of clear apoxy resin so soon your going to be stuck literally to those chairs" laughed the burly blonde as the helpless young officers were left to their confinement.