Naval Trials

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Naval Trials
by Lord-Storm,



Naval trials


The Bespectacled young woman in the whte short sleeved blouse and little black tie worn by female members of the U.S Navy looked up. Even in glasses, her mousy brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, she was still attractive. She looked at the two smartly clothed women in front of her, both wearing the dress blue uniforms of officers of the Navy, their ranks denoted on the dark blue tunics cuffs.
Checking the I/Ds as a marine stood nearby, she noted the way the jackets stretched across their chest and clung to their trim figures, the white blouse's collars and little cross black tie at their throats, the knee length skirts and sheer nude hosiery that covered shapely calves and culminating in stockinged feet in shiny black 3" dress heels and the white covers with dark peaks and the large U.S Navy badge on the front.
Both women had shoulder handbags with a long strap over rtheir right shoulders.

Turning towards the tall brunette, who had her hair scrapped neatly into a bun, the woman saluted and then the brunette spoke.

"Lt Commander Amanda Calder and Lt Samantha Levinson" She nodded in the direction of her blonde Companion " from the Judge Advocate Generals office, i believe your expecting us."

"Yes Ma'am, Your here to collect our guest and take her to Quantico for questioning" she replied.

Opening the briefcase she held, Lt Cmdr Calder removed some paperwork.

"Here are the movement orders and all the relevant paperwork, if everything is in order we'd like to collect our passenger" she asked with just a little bit of impatience.

Tight assed officer *****, the young subordinate thought, but none the less handed back the orders replying

"Everything seems to be in order Ma'am" turning she said "Marines could you fetch the prisoner" and two armed marines went to collect their guest.

Roughly four miles away, a small log cabin stood in a deeply wooded area, isolated except for the track just wide enough for a small van to travel. All was quiet, except for a faint thumping noise, which seemed to stop and start periodically.
The noise eminated from the rear of the cabin and was being made by two pairs of silky sheer nude stockinged feet being forcibly bumped against a solid pinewood door with little success.

The feet belonged to the rather shapely nude stocking clad legs of two pretty women with slender figures, a brunette in her mid thirties with light blue eyes and a younger blonde woman with brown eyes in her twenties. Both women sat uncomfortably tied in their underwear, stockings and garters, their hair neatly pulled up into buns, the leather strap of the large red ball gags in between moist lips, secured beneath their hair at the back of each girls head.

The brunette was the Real Lt Cmdr Calder, who sat in a a white floral print panty girdle and matching bra, garters pulling at her stocking welts. Her hands were secured behind her with a zip tie, which bit into her wrist, black tape above this, her arms cinched above the elbows. This same tape had been run several times across her bra strapped chest and again below her 34 C bust all the way around her body, pinning both arms.
The officers long shapely legs were secured at the ankles and above the knees with zip ties and black tape ran around her calves and thighs.
She mewled and snorted heavily with her exertions and frustration.
Beside her sat the Real Lt Levinson Clad in nude nylon stockings, her 32 D breast cupped in a black satin and lace bra, matching garter belt and panties, tied in a similar fashion to her friend and senior officer.

Hours earlier they had been sat in their dress blue uniforms, white covers on the back seat of the military saloon car bearing the Navy emblem.
They'd stopped when a young woman had stood in the middle of the road and flagged them down.

"Stay here" Amanda had told her junior officer " i'll find out what the problem is" she said exiting from the passenger seat.

This proved to be her big mistake, for just as she reached the young woman, from a culvert at the side of the road another woman appeared and jumped into the cars empty passenger seat, levelling a gun at Samantha.

" Don't do anything stupid and put your hands where i can see them" she had demanded
Meanwhile the other woman had pulled a gun on the brunette officer, ordering her back to the car. Moving the covers from the seat to the rear window shelf, Amanda had been told to place her wrist together in front of her and a zip tie had strapped them both together. Putting the Lt Cmdr on the back seat, she had climbed in beside her, gun in hand.

"Now drive down that road and don't do anything stupid" the blonde who sat on the backseat ordered.

"How far" Lt Levinson asked"

"You'll Know" smirked the brunette in the front passenger seat.

They had stopped outside the log cabin and the two armed women had forced the two JAG officers out and into the cabin.

"What do you want from us and why are you doing this" asked Amanda Calder, although she had a good idea of the aswer to both questions.

"Well first were gonna take your clothes, so we can take your place and then well collect your prisoner, so as our employer can find out what they know before silencing them" came the blonde's reply.

Both officers had then been herded at gunpoint into the room, where they both now sat and ordered to remove their uniforms, the white covers having been left in the car. Reluctantly they had begun to undress, first removing their jackets and folding them neatly and placing them on a blanket on the floor, in two separate piles until eventually both women had stood in underwear, garters, stockings and shoes which they also had to remove.

"Thank you for your co-operation ladies" the blonde said sarcastically.

"You'll never carry this off someone will find us" Amanda said defiantly.

"Oh i doubt that honey, hunting season is over and this cabin is quite isolated, besides your gonna be so tightly gagged and bound no-one will hear you anyway" replied the brunette with some satisfaction.

They had then set about doing just that, as they bound and gagged the two stripped JAG officers, before picking up the two neatly piled uniforms, shoes and handbags and dressing to replace the helpless captives. When both women were dressed, they popped in the room to goad the two real officers.

"I think we look the part, this should fool them" said the fake Lt Cmdr Calder.

"Yu fuffing bitff" came the angry retort from the real Amanda Calder.

Her replacement laughed before adding

"Don't make to much noise there's a juvie work camp not far off, the sight of a couple of sexy young Navy girls all stripped and tied up they might not be able to hold back" and she had laughed again before locking them.
The JAG girls had heard the car drive off and after a little gag talking had decided to make noise anyway in an attempt to escape, or get anyone to hear them. Now they sat helpless and exhausted, the realisation that they wouldn't be free in the near future beginning to dawn.
At that moment Ariel Secorra sat cuffed in the back of a marked U.S Navy saloon car, blissfully unaware that she was in the hands of two frauds speeding a way to her end.

THE END