Uniform Stealing Board

Tied Games And Unforced Errors



Prologue

As her beautiful 20-year-old red-headed daughter Jessica stood in front of her in her smart Royal Logistics Army officer's dress uniform, the young woman excitedly continued telling her Mum how she was off to be a steward at the All England Tennis Club, Tania looked on with pride and a sense of worry as she began to recall and recount her own first experience of the events at her own Wimbledon...



Chapter 1: Anyone For Tennis?


It was the mid 90s and despite the warm weather Tania and her five friends fancied seeing the tennis. It was going to prove difficult but two of the girls had managed to waylay a couple
of pretty nineteen-year-old ball girls who were now sat in their snug cotton bra's and panties both facing each other, ankles bound and secured to each other at the thighs and shoulders, the girls stretched across each other, wrists bound and resting against the each other's tight butts, muffled cries for help supressed with tight cleave gags.


"There now!" teased Tania's friend Judy, "Don't you feel better since we've got some air to those lovely little bodies... Oh, and taken your clothes." she chided.

"Plef bonf leeb uf lyb thff!" they mewled helplessly as they were locked in the store shed.

Tania and the other three girls waited for their friends to get inside. Dressed quite respectably with dark coloured hose on, they didn't think they'd aroused suspicion but were unaware that Police Sergeant Lizzie Parsons along with her two young and pretty WPCs, all in dress uniforms, had observed them. Thus, now they were being tailed by the attractive redheaded Sergeant, along with a blonde and a brown-haired pair of curvy young Constables.

"Excuse me ladies, but can we see your tickets please?" asked Lizzie in an officious manner.

Tania and her friends looked at each other before giving a shrug of their shoulders and some innocent whistling as they avoided Lizzie's gaze.

"Ah! No tickets, eh? I guess you girls sneaked in, didn't you? Well I know you want to see the tennis, but we can't have just anybody wandering into Wimbledon, can we?" the forty-year-old Sergeant continued in the manner of a patronising schoolmistress, "Now I'm afraid that we will have to escort you out. As no harm has been done, I don't think we need to charge you, so you can take this as a lesson not to be naughty in the future."

Tania's two friends dressed as ball girls had observed this and now formulated a plan to help.

Sally and Gayle called out to the female officers...

"Excuse us but we saw them with something in their bags."

Lizzie stopped.

"Really, perhaps we should take a look." she said.

Sergeant Parsons along with her pretty young officers, blonde WPC Sasha Knight and Chestnut haired Kellie Chambers, now escorted the girls, followed by the two fake ball girls,
where they entered a large enclosed room, which was actually a practice hall filled with an assortment of tennis balls, ball-serving machines and nets.

"Lizzie! This is most irregular," WPC Kellie Chambers suggested quietly to the Sergeant, "Might it not be wiser to take them all down to the station before conducting the search? That is the standard procedure after all."

"Now listen Constable!" Lizzie whispered in reply, "I'm sure that I'm more than capable of handling a group of girls. I mean they're not exactly the Brinks-Mat gang, are they? I'll thank you not to question my orders and please... and do try to refrain from calling me 'Lizzie' when we're on duty."

"Oh I'm soooo sorry... 'Ma'am'!" Kellie answered with a more than generous amount of sarcasm.

"Ahem!" Lizzie exclaimed with a disapproving glance before turning her attention to Sasha who was taking the opportunity to check her already flawless make-up, "Constable Knight! Will you please put away your compact? You're a policewoman for goodness sake... Not a fashion model!"

With Lizzie and her Constables thus momentarily distracted, the gang-girls pounced and now the pretty uniformed policewoman suffered some role-reversal.

"Girls! Girls! What is the meaning of this? Unhand my officers this instant!" gasped Lizzie as Sasha and Kellie were pushed over and pinned down by Tania's band of friends.

"We don't want to unhand your officers. Not until you and your lovely Constables hand over those smart uniforms that you're all wearing." said Tania standing smugly in front of Lizzie with her hands on her hips while the screaming struggle went on behind her.

"Our... UNIFORMS?" gasped Lizzie as she desperately tried to grasp the gravity of the situation, "N-No! This is outrageous. Y-You are all under arrest." she stuttered, with a little

convincing authority.


Tania was unmoved by the slender attractive red-heads bravado and replied "Look! You can either strip or we'll take them off you but we may not be gentle."

The WPCs moaned on the floor and Tania, seeing no movement, turned and told her friends to get the uniforms.

"B... But your under arr..." Lizzie began before she stopped, realising she was not making any headway and reluctantly began to divest herself of her smart form-fitting dress uniform as Kellie and Sasha were let up, still slightly dazed, and began an impromptu striptease, to the girls delight.

All three policewomen complained so Tania said to Sally and Gayle, the two fake ball girls... "See if you can find something to keep them quiet"

A short while later the female officers' muffled complaints were being emitted from behind the tennis balls and line tape which now served as literal ball-gags between their distended lips as they removed their uniforms.

Fran, who was Tania's best friend asked out loud... "I wonder what they wear under those uniforms, I cant wait to see."

By this stage three police bowlers, three carefully folded tunics and three cravats were laid out on a table.

"Maybe their skivvies are as starched as their blouses." suggested Judy as she watched Kellie fumbling with her shoelaces before slipping them off with a slopping sound.

"Or maybe some of them need a bit of support with their figure these days." teased Tania as she walked around the increasingly red-faced Sergeant.

"Or perhaps one of them has dressed up for a hot date." said Fran giving Sasha, who was bent over removing her final shoe, a pinch through the seat of her skirt causing the WPC to squeak.

"Oh don't worry! You can be sure that your efforts to impress will be appreciated, Sweetie." giggled Fran giving Sasha's pinched bottom a stroke as the WPC whimpered into her gag.

"Mmm-AAH! That's enough. I refuse to have myself and my officers treated this way." yelled Lizzie wrenching the gag from her mouth and stamping her RHT stockinged foot on the floor, "I refuse to play your stupid game any longer, so... SO THERE!"

The red headed Sergeant Parsons had unfortunately allowed herself to become distracted and suddenly found herself grabbed from behind by the two fake ball girls.

"What... Murmph" was all that came out, as Tania thrust the tennis ball back in her mouth and taped it back even tighter and with more tape as the Sergeant struggled against her captors to no avail.

"Right! Lets get the rest of Madam's uniform off!" barked Tania, "And help those other two to get out of the rest of their clothes!"

The young WPCs found willing hands which eagerly helped unfasten skirts and unbutton uniform shirts.

Lizzie reluctantly unfastened her cuffs and the front buttons on her shirt followed by the clasp of her narrow belt and felt the zipper being drawn down, releasing her tight skirt. Gayle tugged it down over her hips and it slid down her shapely nylon-clad legs with a swish as her shirt was removed to reveal a silky red full-slip clinging to her busty curvy figure.

Meanwhile the young female constables had also been stripped to full silky slips hugging their curves and hiding the underwear beneath.

Yvonne, Fran and the other girls looked on as Tania gave her orders to the WPCs...

"Right get those slips off and let's get a look at your undies... Starting with you!" said Tania pointing at Lizzie, who gave a little squeak as she instinctively did a little, timid skip backwards in her stocking-feet.

"Aww! Sounds like the Mummy-Piggy is a little bashful!" said Tania with mock sympathy, "I guess we'll have to help her over her shyness, eh girls."

All six of the gang surrounded Lizzie like a pack of hyenas cornering their prey, as the poor Sergeant glanced this way and that in fear.

"Stay where you are little piglets!" ordered Fran, glancing back at Sasha and Kellie who were huddled together, coyly covering themselves with their arms.

All at once Tania and the others attacked Lizzie from all sides, restraining her while grabbing and ripping at silky slip, as the outnumbered Sergeant screamed into her gag. After a few seconds they stood back each holding a torn shred of red silky fabric.

Lizzie Parsons now attempted to cover herself whilst Fran spoke for everyone as they stared at the curvy figure of the Sergeant...

"Woah, would you look at this!"

The red-head now stood blushing, her breasts heaving in the filled cups of the 36DD Lacyette long-line bra that reached down to the waist of her black longline panty girdle with a red diamond panel, the dark welt of sheer brown silky nylon RHT stockings clipped inside of the foundation-garment's lacy leg cuffs.

"Nice undies Piggy! Right, cuff her! Use those strips of slip to bind her!" Tania said, breaking from her reverie.

Lizzie's arms were pulled none-too-gently behind her back and with a touch of irony she was secured with her own cuffs and torn slip. Her hands were clicked in the new quick-cuffs against her firm shiny satin girdled butt whilst her elbows now touched, bound like her ankles and above her knees with silky strips.

"I've heard of granny panties, but what the heck do you call those?" gasped Sally admiring Lizzie's undergarments.

"Great-Granny panties!" laughed Gayle.

"I'll bet that she creaks when she bends over." said Judy as she twanged one of Lizzie's leg cuffs.

"Mind you, that bra is justifiable given the udders on the old sow." said Yvonne reaching around from behind Lizzie's back and giving her bra cups a squeeze, "Honk-honk!"

Lizzie stood to attention, her eyes focused on the ceiling as she tried to ignore the taunts of her captors.

"So whose next for the underwear show, girls?" Tania asked pointing at Kellie and Sasha who were trembling a few feet away.

"Well I want to save this one till last, She's soooo cute." cooed Fran as she walked back over to Sasha.

"Aw Fran! You're scaring the poor, little piglet." giggled Tania.

"I know. I can hear her nyloned knees knocking together." said Fran as she licked her lips.

"Okay, pretty little brown-haired piggy, let's get a look at your undies!" said Judy looking maliciously at Kellie, whose shoulder-length chestnut brown hair was clipped into a dovetail.

"What about her?" asked Fran, nodding at the Sergeant in her foundation underwear who was moaning into her gag.

"I have an idea what to do but first we'll get these two undressed to their smalls." grinned Tania as Lizzie was bunny-hopped to a wall and held, now suitably chastened and subdued.

Kellie Chambers stood in her sheer brown RHT stocking-feet, a black silky full slip hugging her shapely figure.

"Pleef, domp mape be umdreft!' she mewled but when she was slow to react, Gayle and Yvonne moved, threatening to strip her and the 23 year-old WPC then reluctantly pulled the straps from her shoulders allowing the garment to fall to the floor.

Constable Chambers closed her eyes and gulped as the girls were treated to the 36 C cups of her white cotton bra with pink rosebuds and lacy trim, along with a pair of matching lace-trimmed briefs that sat over her control tights, hugging her hips and butt.

"Oh my Lord!" gasped Judy, "Will you look at that!"

Kellie opened her eyes to find several gang girls gawping at her.
They drank in the young officer's fit body in her undies before Tania broke in to the show...

"Tear up her slip and bind her elbows, arms and legs!" she instructed.

As they secured Kellie, the girls gazed in admiration at her peachy butt in her tight panties and her firm breasts, now thrust up into the bow decorated lacy cups of her bra by the long strip of slip under them, pinning her arms as well as the cinched piece binding her elbows together. Spanking her bum vociferously as she was forced to bunny hop next to Lizzie, the girls watched Kellie's boobs bounce and heard her nyloned feet swish as she hopped.

"Okay, put her over there with 'Granny-Pants' and let's get this finished!" Tania ordered.

All eyes turned to the curvy figure of the young and stunning, blue-eyed, ponytailed blonde as Gayle held Sasha tightly in her grasp and felt her trembling beneath her silky, lace-trimmed, white full-slip as Judy licked her lips and Fran smiled.

Kellie looked pleadingly into Lizzie's eyes in search of solace. The Sergeant gave a little inviting waggle of her shoulder and the WPC gratefully nestled her head there.

"Aww! Isn't that cute." said Yvonne to Sally, as they guarded them, "Hey, you don't think that these two are.. Well... You know?"

"Oh... My... GOD! Sergeant! I'd never have guessed that about you." teased Sally gleefully.

Kellie immediately removed her head from Lizzie's shoulder and both the policewomen began protesting strongly through their gags.

"Oh I'm sure that you're denying it ladies, but you should see how much your cheeks are blushing right now." laughed Yvonne.

Meanwhile, as Gayle held Sasha fast, Fran advanced towards her slowly.

"I'm calling dibs on unveiling this pretty one." she purred.

"Oh! Why am I not surprised!" said Tania with a grin, "Okay Franny, do your stuff!"

"Okay Sweetie, it would be wise if you stayed completely still." said Fran quietly as she produced a pair of scissors from her pocket, eliciting a squeak of fear from the young Constable.

As the pretty, blonde WPC looked on, helpless in Gayle's strong grip, Fran grabbed the hem of the lace-trimmed, form-fitting, silky white slip and began cutting upwards, eliciting a soft feminine squeak from the helpless constable. All except Tania were watching, as they observed the finale of Sasha's stripping.
Fran had the best view of the shapely, sheer, brown nylon-clad legs as the slip parted with the cutting, so when dark stocking welts and suspender clips appeared, followed by lacy dark-blue suspender tabs coming into view, caressing her white thighs, Fran became excited and her breathing grew heavy. The little pink bows on the tabs sped her progress to get this girl undressed.

"Wow look at this! Looks like she's a bit of a hot one." Judy teased the blushing blonde.

Further snipping revealed a peek of dark-blue panties hidden beneath a matching waist cinchier, hugging her hips and curves, and then her toned stomach. Finally the lacy edge of a dark-blue, strapless bustier-bra held up by the 34 D cup breast rising and falling. Pink bows adorned each undergarment and, as the remnants of the slip fell away, there was much lip-licking and leering, the expression on Fran's face being priceless.

"Oh my word! Now, that is a sight." she said breathlessly as the flushed beauty that was WPC Sasha Knight was exposed.

"Looks like this sexy piggy definitely had a hot date" said Judy.

Lizzie and Kellie looked on in both amazement but also a certain amount of worry for their colleague, as eager hands tore up the white slip and Sasha was now bound tightly by three keen girls, leading to some wandering hands exploring her stockings and tight lingerie especially Fran's, the mewling WPC powerless to prevent the groping.

"Looks like this poor little piglet won't be getting her date tonight!" laughed Judy.

"Oh I don't know about that." said Fran as she played with the little pink bows on Sasha's undergarments, "She might still get a hot date... Just not the one she planned."

"Ahem! When you're quite finished getting acquainted, could you please bring her over here to join the others?" said Tania, "It's time we got these ladies organised."

"Oh all right!" replied Fran, squeezing Sasha's rear as she bunny-hopped her over to Lizzie and Kellie who were nervously shuffling in dread as to whatever Tania had in mind.

Tania and Sally had lined up several small tables, like those used by players during breaks on court, along a netted wall in the small training hall. On the opposite side, about 25 metres away, sat three tennis ball machines.

"Bring our little prisoners over here" said Tania and the helpless Policewomen were bunny-hopped in their stocking feet, the odd smack being administered to their pantied butts to speed their progress and drawing moans from their gags.

"Okay ladies, because your Sergeant was a naughty girl..." Tania continued with a grin, "You're all going to be punished... Tie them down!"

Suddenly the protesting girl cops were bent over and re-tied to the tables with line tape. The result was the sight of three firm lingerie-clad derrieres, now facing towards the tennis ball machines. The crisp tight panties of the two young WPCs peachy butts elicited some groping and a swift spank to each behind followed by squeals.

"Now, since you're in public service but out of service, we gonna give you some service." smirked Tania.

The lady coppers would not have to wait long to find out what she meant.

"Ok girls, load up the tennis ball machines!" Tania ordered.

As the gang-girls loaded cartload after cartload of tennis balls into the hoppers above the machines, the three policewomen waited anxiously in their undignified position, bent over the tables with their legs splayed thanks to the shreds of their torn slips binding their ankles to the table legs. The only crumb of comfort was that they were spared further taunts and groping until the task was completed.

"Okay ladies! Shortly we will be introducing you and your panty clad, piggy posteriors to these beauties." announced Tania patting one of the machines with pride, "Allow me to acquaint you with the Serve-Master 1000! 'Serve-Master' because these state of the art machines can fire a tennis ball out at up to 130mph... That's as fast as Sampras... And '1000' because that's how many balls each of them can hold. They shoot one ball out every 15 seconds, so by my calculations that should keep you busy for 4 hours or so. There's also a beep four seconds before each serve so you know when to brace yourself and your backsides."

The three officers began desperately struggling and screaming for mercy into their gags.

"I don't know why this one's worried." said Yvonne as she walked over to Lizzie, "These armoured under-drawers could stop a tank shell."

Lizzie gave a wail of indignation as Yvonne squeezed her panty girdled buttocks.

"Oh she should be, I've souped hers up," said Sally, emerging from behind the machine with a spanner, provoking the Sergeant to start sobbing in dismay.

As the gang girls stood back away from the policewomen, only Fran remained with Sasha.

"Oh Honey! I'm so sorry about this. I promise to make it up to you." she said to the whimpering WPC as she fondled her pantied rear and her stockinged legs.

"Fran! What ya doing?" asked Tania.

"Erm... Just getting her into position!" replied Fran innocently.

"I think you've done quite enough... 'positioning', Fran." scolded Tania as Fran reluctantly stood back.

"And what is that in the her stocking-top?" asked Tania.

"Oh that? Just a piece of paper!" answered Fran.

"A piece of paper with your blooming' phone number." said Tania, removing the note before ripping it up and putting it in her pocket, "For pity's sake, Fran! She's a copper."

"Sorry Tania!" said Fran, blushing at her own foolishness.

"Now one more thing... I've got a special treat for you, Sergeant. Because you've been such a naughty girl, your punishment will have a bit of a sting in the tail." smirked Tania as picked up a cricket ball and showed it to her before carefully placing it on top of the tennis balls in the hopper of the machine, making Lizzie scream furiously into her gag.

"Okay, put the machines on a low speed setting! We only want to make their butts a little sore so that they won't be able to sit in a car and will have to do foot-patrol, eh Sarge?" said Tania as she smacked Lizzies firm round girdled ass, eliciting a helpless yelp from the lady cop followed by a slight sigh of relief at Tania's gesture of mercy.

The others laughed and both Kellie and Sasha received a spank to their peachy butts beneath their very tight and taut panties.

"May as well prep you!" Gayle chuckled, addressing the two hot young WPCS as they whimpered into their gags.

Tania, Gayle and Judy began to undress and put on the the smart warm form-fitting police uniforms as the real cops could only mewl and watch.

As they set everything up Fran looked around...

"Hey! We have room for one more tennis ball each." she said as she checked the machines.

"Re-gag them and use the ones in their mouths!" Tania suggested, looking around as she finished putting on Lizzie's clothes.

As each ball was removed one of the ball girls socks was thumbed into Kellie and Sasha's oral cavity and the last strips of their slips were fashioned into cleave gags and tied between their glossy full lips.

Lizzie however had two socks stuffed in her mouth which was so packed she had her gag tied over her mouth.

The three fake police girls were now fully dressed, much to the real ones' displeasure.

"Ok... Ready!" said Sally, who turned on the machines.

With a 'Whump!', three tennis balls hit the lovely firm behinds of the girly cop hostages, followed by a 'Bumf!' as they bounced off and the girls' muffled cries followed.

"Thanks girls! Have fun!" said Tania as Fran kissed Sasha's forehead and the gang left the sobbing policewomen, locking the door behind them.



First Part of a Collaboration between my Myself and Henchies and Hose


First part of a tennis based Collaboration between

Count Phoenix & Henchies-and-hose:

Fantastic! I loved the detailed descriptions of the captives' underwear and the original punishment suffered by the cops.

Tied Games And Unforced Errors: Chapter 2


Second Service.



Lt. Commander Heather Ayres and 1st Lt. Danielle Swift had been enjoying a relaxing stroll around the Wimbledon grounds as they approached the female stewards room in their smart form-fitting uniforms, heels and black sheer nylons. Both were young dark haired attractive women with their hair pinned in French rolls, although closer inspection would show that the year-old Heather had an Auburn tint to compliment her light green eyes whilst the 24 year-old Danielle had raven hair and brown eyes. Sally Yvonne and Fran hid inside the stewards room and prepared themselves.

"Excuse me ladies..." said Tania disguised as a Police Sergeant, flanked by Gayle and Judy dressed as her constables, "But I'm afraid we are conducting additional security checks."

"Really!" replied the Auburn haired Lt. Commander suspiciously, "What do you need us to do?"

As the inquiry came from a uniformed policewoman however, she quickly relaxed her guard.

"Well, we need to see your IDs and we will need to do a strip search, which will be quick I promise. If you'll step inside?" Tania said casually.

Hesitatantly the Royal Navy officers entered the stewards room assuming they should be okay with the WPCs.

As they entered Danielle gave a sigh of resignation, sat down on a chair and crossed one of her nyloned legs over the other, before she slipped off one of her heels and took the opportunity to give her tired, RHT stocking-foot a welcome rub.

"A moment Lieutenant!" ordered Heather, signalling her to stop disrobing before turning to address Tania, "This is most irregular. Before we subject ourselves to this search, I would ask you why these additional checks are necessary. You also do appear to be a little young to have the rank of Sergeant. As you wish to see our IDs, I think it would be only proper that you show us your police identification cards first."

Facing Tania and watched by the pretty seated Lt. Swift, who had now replaced her shoe, Heather stood hands on hips.

"Okay, here's my warrant card!" the fake Police Sergeant said, holding it up with her thumb carefully placed over Lizzie's picture.

Leaning forward as Tania and Sally approached, both Navy officers failed to see the other four girls creeping up on them, until Fran's hand was clamped over Danielle's glossy moist lips and her other arm gripped her around the throat, choking off her air supply and causing her to mmph.

The distraction was enough to cause Commader Ayres to look away and Tania hit her in the stomach with her baton, winding Heather and doubling her over. Before she could recover, her arms were pulled behind her back and locked in cuffs.

"Wha..." exclaimed the senior officer before being hand-gagged.

Standing Danielle up, Tania smiled at both girls.

"Now, let's get on with the strip search shall we ladies!" she said as the Royal Navy officers' eyes widened.

"Calm down ladies! Resisting arrest is a criminal offence you know!" said Tania with a smile.

"So is impersonating a police offic-AWWW!" protested Heather as she yanked her mouth free from the hand gag before a raised knee from Tania sent her falling to the floor where she curled up into a ball.

"You have the right to remain silent." giggled Tania, placing her foot on Heather's rear.

"And you have the right to remain gorgeous." Yvonne said grinning at Danielle who had wisely stopped struggling, "Now as your superior is indisposed at the moment, I think we'll start by taking down your particulars."

While Tania kept Heather grounded under her foot, the other five gang girls surrounded Danielle menacingly.

"Wait! Please! I'll do it! I'll do it!" gasped Danielle raising her hands before gulping in resignation and slipping her stocking-feet out of her heels.

Helpless, the pretty junior officer stood in her RHT sheer stocking-feet and removed her dress hat, placing her leather gloves inside. Yvonne took them from her as she unbuttoned the form-fitting, dark uniform jacket with the gold rank rings on each cuff.

"Perhaps we should help her speed up" volunteered Fran, leering.

The prospect of being stripped quickened Danielle's pace as the jacket was folded over the back of the chair where she had sat. The crisp long-sleeved white shirt with shoulder epaulettes was stretched tightly over her bust and figure. As she lifted her collar to remove the dark tie loosened at her neck, Tania spoke...

"Judy, stand guard outside! Sally, Gayle, help me get this one up so we can strip her!" she ordered indicating to the now rapidly recovering but still dazed senior officer Lt commander Ayres.

With Sally holding Heather up, Gayle and Tania began divesting the still-winded woman of her clothes, Tania removing her hat and gloves whilst Gayle lifted each silky nyloned leg, sliding off her heels, revealing Cuban-heeled stocking-feet.

Danielle unbuttoned her cuffs and the front of the uniform shirt, sliding it off and exposing the top half of her cream coloured full slip whilst the rapid undressing of the softly moaning Heather continued. Danielle slipped off her shirt and handed it to Yvonne while Fran cocked her head to one side to admire the Lieutenant's bare shoulder.

"Now the skirt Sweetie!" said Fran, "But, do take your time!"

Danielle gave a sigh and unbuckled her belt before the sound of her slowly pulling down her zipper caused Fran to bite her lip in pleasure.

Meanwhile Gayle unlocked the handcuffs from one of Heather's wrists and began popping the buttons on her jacket while Tania got to work on the belt buckle of her skirt.

The still groggy Lt. Commander gave out a "Mmmmmm!" as a slight smile appeared on her face.

"Well! What do you know! It seems that the old girl is actually enjoying it." said Gayle as she removed Heather's jacket and started unbuttoning her shirt revealing a glimpse of the Lt Commander's black satin full slip.

"Ooooh... Not when we're on duty... Danielle!" purred the blissfully-unaware, dazed Lt. Commander as Tania pulled the zip down on her skirt.

"Well, I wonder who Danielle is?" chucked Tania as the profusely blushing Lt. Swift focused her eyes firmly on the ceiling.

"I think I have the answer to that question... Bingo!" said Yvonne, triumphantly holding up Danielle's ID card, "Bad luck Franny! Looks like this one's already spoken for."

The embarrassed junior officer now stood in her figure-hugging, lacy trimmed, full cream slip slimming her shapely and sheer, nylon-clad thighs. Folding her arms across her 36B chest she looked on as her superior, the slightly older but attractive Commander Ayres, was stripped.


"Oh no, we don't stop there..." said Fran to Danielle.

"The slip too!" she indicated menacingly.

"Why do you need that?" asked the Lt. as she reluctantly slipped each strap from her shoulders and dropped the garment to the floor.

"So as we can tear it up and use it to tie you up." Tania replied.

The slip fell and there was a sharp intake of breath from several of the gang as Danielle now stood in a purple corset with black lace trim and shoulder straps, black frilly edged tight satin panties and black suspenders anchoring the dark welts of her sheer black stockings. Little purple bows adorned her lingerie... on each suspender, on her shoulder straps and between the cups of her rapidly rising and falling breasts.

"I can understand why this one is so enamoured." Yvonne said as she leered across, now holding Heather up in just her slip and nylons.

The Auburn haired woman's slip dropped and her humiliation was complete as a black and white, vertical-striped, strapless corset with black trim and matching striped lace panties was revealed, three suspender tabs on each thigh holding her sheer black, Cuban-heeled stockings in place and black bows adorning her lingerie.

"Wow!" said Fran, "Matching Undies! These Navy girls sure wear racy stuff under their uniforms."

"Okay, let's get them gagged and tied up!" Tania said, bringing everyone back to reality, "Fran ,Yvonne you look the best fit. Put their uniforms on!"

"What about nylons, shall we take theirs?" Fran asked.

Just then Gayle appeared with two packets of sheer black pantyhose.

"Look what I found! There's lots of pairs in different shades in that store cupboard and other stuff too." she announced merrily.

"This one is definitely mine." said Fran, picking up the pile of Danielle's clothes and giving them a long sniff followed by an "Ahhh!" of satisfaction, eliciting a huff of indignation from the Lieutenant.

As Fran and Yvonne started to change into the Royal Navy uniforms, Sally noticed that Heather was starting to come out of her stupor.

"Hang on girls! Looks like HMS Sussies is coming into port." said Sally.

"Ooooh... W-where am I?" murmured Heather before opening her eyes, realising her situation and finally noticing her state of attire... or rather the lack of it.

"YEEEEK!" she squealed girlishly as she coyly wrapped her arms around herself, raised a nyloned knee as high as she could in an effort to cover her stripy panties and balanced on one stockinged foot like a wobbly flamingo.

"Oh hello, Lt Commander! Nice of you to join us and your, ahem... girlfriend again!" said Tania.

"What? ... My girlfriend? ...How dare you cast such aspersions?" protested the very flustered officer.

"Heather... They know." said Danielle calmly, her arms folded across her chest.

"You... You told them? How could you?" gasped Heather in a hurt voice.

"I didn't, Heather... You did." said Danielle tapping a stocking foot impatiently on the floor, "You talk in your sleep. Remember!"

"Oh... NOOOO!" groaned Heather cringing and bobbing up and down on one foot, before falling to her knees and clasping her hands in front of her, "Girls! I beg you! Please don't tell anyone! I'd be ruined."

Heather's plea's fell on deaf ears as the girls laughed and she was pulled up to her feet and both arms recuffed behind her.

"OWW!" she exclaimed, "Please they're too tigh-phh!"
Her voice became muffled as Gayle now pushed a pair of fresh balled-up tan pantyhose into her oral cavity and a strip of torn slip formed an effective OTM gag.

"There that will keep you quiet." said Tania as the senior officer looked daggers at her, still angrily mewling.

Danielle's arms had been bound at the wrist and elbows tightly and Fran now knelt, binding the young Lieutenant's shapely stockinged legs at the ankles and above the knees, so she was now at eye level with the woman's pretty pantied crotch

"Heath-rrumph!" she cried out but was suddenly silenced as Gayle now filled her mouth with pantyhose.

"Ah, how sweet!" Sally teased, "Still you'll be able to spend some time together."

Commander Ayres nylon legs were now bound, her elbows cinched, her bust and the Lieutenant's pushed up by the tight bindings.

"Hey what about me?" Sally asked as everyone accept her now wore a uniform.

Just then the door knocked and a head in a Policewoman's hat popped around.

"A couple of girls in RAF uniform coming!" Judy said.

Looking out Tania could see a slender ginger haired girl and a blonde approaching.

"Looks like your change of clothes is coming" she said, smiling at Sally, "Ok get these two hot little Navy lovebirds stashed. We're about to have company."

She watched as the two officers were guided out of sight with the soft rustle of gossamer covered legs, taut suspenders stretching over peachy thighs and butts and bouncy boobs jiggling up and down, whilst muffled moaning emitted with each hop.

"Now let's meet our next victims" Tania announced.

Yvonne emerged from the ladies room having left Fran to guard the two WRNs.

"Erm Yvonne, are you sure that it's a good idea to leave Fran in there with those two?" asked Tania raising an eyebrow.

"Don't worry Tania! I'm sure that Franny will take good care of those lovebirds." answered Yvonne confidently.

"Oh I'm quite sure that she will... Which is precisely what I'm worried about." said Tania curtly before addressing the rest of the gang, "Right everyone, smarten up! We're about to have visitors... Judy get their attention... Now remember girls..."

"Let you do the talking!" the other gang girls chanted in chorus with a giggle.

The Girls continue to acquire more Disguises and join the Navy



by Count-Phoenix: & Henchies-and-hose:

Tied Games And Unforced Errors: Chapter 3





Underhand Tactics



"Psst! Ladies! Come in here please! We need your help. Police Matter!" hissed Judy from the doorway. The two RAF officers looked at each other before nodding and making their way inside where they were approached by Tania dressed in her stolen Police Sergeant's uniform.

"Well! What's this about, Sergeant?" Squadron Leader Jay Hitchin asked Tania officiously as she and Flying Officer Polly Prendagast stood in the ease position.

The fair-haired Squadron Leader was in her mid-thirties and clearly a no-nonsense, by-the-book type of officer, Tania surmised as Jay stood before her in a smart stance with her chest out and her hands behind her back. Tania sensed that the ginger-haired younger Polly had a more relaxed attitude, judging by her slight slouch and more relaxed posture.

"We are assisting Commander Ayres from Naval Intelligence here with a most delicate and urgent matter." Tania said seriously in a hushed voice pointing towards the suitably disguised Yvonne, "The Commander has recently discovered that an assassin from a foreign power has infiltrated the area dressed as a WRAF officer. We suspect that her target may be a highly important person who is due to attend the Royal Box at Centre Court."

"This lady has just arrived to help. She is Agent Armstrong from MI5 and is here to infiltrate the WRAF accommodation to discover the assassin's identity and neutralise the threat." Tania continued, this time gesticulating towards Sally.

"I am?" reacted Sally with a look of surprise, before a chastening glance from Tania got her back into character, "Ahem! I mean, yes... I am!"

"So, the thing is that Agent Armstrong will need to be able to blend in, so..." said Tania, pausing before delivering the bad news, "We need one of you ladies to lend her a uniform."

"I see but... WHAT! Now hang on just a minute!" gasped Polly, suddenly grasping the situation and remembering the undergarments that she had opted to wear that day.

"Is this absolutely n-necessary?" Jay asked Yvonne with a tone of nervousness creeping into her otherwise crisp military voice.

"Absolutely! A matter of national security! Time is of the essence. Not a moment to lose. Very hush-hush! Pip-pip!" babbled Yvonne in response.

"Don't overplay your ruddy part!" whispered Tania under her breath to Yvonne before addressing Jay, "Squadron Leader! We're wasting valuable time."

"Well I guess there's nothing else for it." answered Jay before turning to Polly, "You heard them Polly. Off with your uniform!"

"But Ma'am, why me?" gasped Polly placing her hands indignantly on her hips, her voice coloured by shock, disbelief and a very large feeling of unfairness.

"That's an order, Polly!" snapped Jay before softening her tone, "Erm, besides... I'm guessing that your uniform will be the best fit for Agent Armstrong."

"You and I happen to be the same dress size... Ma'am!" said Polly petulantly before sitting down sulkily on a chair, crossing her legs and huffing as she began to undo her laces.

Polly pulled her shiny dress heels off to reveal her RHT stocking-feet. As Jay and Tania's girls looked on the pretty red head FO began to reluctantly undress, grumbling under her breath.

"This is so unfair. Why do I have to strip?" she pouted.

"Privilege of rank!" Squadron Leader Hitchin replied stoically.

"What about her? What's the plan?" Yvonne whispered to Tania nodding at the curvy attractive blonde.

"Don't worry, I have a little plan for her. Miss 'Privilege of Rank' wont be retaining the privilege of her clothes either." said Tania.

Polly Prendergast removed her leather gloves and unbuttoned the form-fitting jacket's three buttons with her rank rings on each cuff, before laying it on the bench running between the lockers. Her wide, blue and burgundy dress belt sat around her slender waist, its removal followed swiftly by her dark tie and pale-blue cotton uniform shirt with rank epaulettes on the shoulders.

The Squadron leader began berating her junior officer for being slow whilst Tania and her gang moved into position. Polly's shirt gave way to a polka-dot bustier-bra holding her 36C cups.

"Get ready!" Tania whispered as the gang girls' eyes lit up at the sight before them.

The young red-head officer unclasped her skirt, drew down the skirt zipper and shimmied her skirt and half-slip down, revealing her high-waisted waspie and panties.

The stunning red head now stood in her smokey-grey silky stockings and her sexy red and white polka dot lingerie and cap, somewhat embarrassed but oblivious to the eyes roaming over her body.

"Thank heavens Fran ain't seen this one!" Sally whispered to Tania, "She'd be beside herself."

Yvonne quietly reminded Tania of the plan to get the blonde Squadron leaders uniform.

"I'm sorry Squadron Leader, but it's just been bought to my attention that two of you were booked in." said Yvonne, "So to alay suspicion and also to affect any arrest, I'm afraid that the officer here will dress in your FOs uniform and the special agent will need yours."

"You've got to be kidding" the stuttering senior RAF officer exclaimed, as a smirking Polly looked on at this new turn of events, neither suspecting the peril they were in.

"National security in afraid!" piped up Judy as the blushing blonde Jay Hitchins began a reluctant strip.

Standing at ease in her undergarments, Polly watched her leader undress with satisfaction, unaware of the movements behind her. Squadron Leader Hitchins removed her gloves, then unbuttoned her jacket, handing them to Sally. Next she removed her duty belt, drew down her zipper and slid her skirt down silky hosed legs. Finally she divested herself of her tie and cotton uniform shirt.

"We'll need that full slip too." said Yvonne.

With a sigh Jay dropped her slip and suddenly her black, frilly-edged OBG with gold diamond panel and satin butt was revealed along with the gold, black lace trimmed bullet bra, black satin panties and an impressive eight suspender tabs anchoring her smokey-grey stockings.

"Shoes and cap, please" requested Yvonne "Your cap too, Flying Officer Prendergast!"

With another huge sigh both the RAF officers relinquished their caps and the girls watched as Jay lifted each shapely leg to slide off her dress heels and reveal her RHT stocking-feet.

"Well Ma'am! I guess we now know what you've been spending that Squadron Leader's salary of yours on." chuckled Polly as she stared at Jay's elaborate foundation-wear.

"Not that it's any business of yours, but I happen to wear it because it helps my posture and keeps the seams of my stockings perfectly straight... Two things that you could certainly work on improving in yourself, Polly." huffed Jay before adding, "In any case, you're hardly one to talk about fussy uundergarments... Are you, Flying Officer Waspie?"

"Oh I see Ma'am! So you're wearing it just for the benefit of your posture and your seams, eh?" replied Polly, nodding her head in an exaggerated manner, "Not because you're trying to impress a certain Wing Commander of our acquaintance?"

"I... I... I'll have you know that Wing Commander Rawlings and I have a purely professional relationship." stuttered Jay, her scarlet cheeks belying the fact that Polly had struck a nerve.

"Professional? You mean that you make the poor guy pay for your services?" chuckled Polly, unable to resist baiting her superior now she was on the defensive.

"How... Dare you!" gasped Jay, her voice rising in pitch and volume as she completely lost her temper as well as her stiff upper lip, "Flying Officer Prendagast! Consider yourself on a charge for your continued insubordination!"

"Oh really Ma'am? I look forward to seeing what the charge sheet will say. In fact, I'm sure that the whole Squadron will get a laugh when they read it." retorted Polly defiantly, placing her hands on her corsetted sides.

"You... You... You... OOOH!" gasped Jay, stamping her stockinged sole in frustration at being outwitted by her insubordinate subordinate.

The WRAF officers' bickering was interrupted by the faint sound of muffled squeaks coming from behind the door of the ladies bathroom.

"W-What was that?" asked Jay quizzically.

"What was what?" replied Tania innocently.

"That noise. It was coming from that lavatory." said Jay pointing her index finger repeatedly in the direction of the bathroom.

"I didn’t hear anything." said Tania with a fixed smile.

"Neither did I!" confirmed Sally briskly.

"Nope me neither!" confirmed Yvonne, before adding, chattily, "Sooo... Do you WRAF girls get to fly planes and stuff?"

"Listen! There it is again." said Jay earnestly as more muffled squeaks eminated from the bathroom.

"Actually... I heard it too this time Ma'am." agreed Polly, abandoning her earlier cattiness.

"Maybe... it's... the plumbing? suggested Tania, a lack of conviction creeping into her reply.

"That didn't sound like plumbing to me. I'm going to find out what it is." said Jay determinedly, "Prendagast! You're with me!"

"Yes Ma'am!" said Polly snappily with a nod of the head before the two women swiftly padded shoulder to shoulder over to the bathroom door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." said Tania, nodding in the direction of the other gang girls to prepare them for action, "Plumbing can be very unpredictable, often unpleasant and sometimes quite dangerous."

"Nonsense! I'm going to get to the bottom of this." Jay said curtly before opening the bathroom door, "Now, what's going on in he-AAAAH! OH... MY... GOD!"

The two WRAF officers stood in the doorway like statues, open mouthed in shock, their wide eyes staring at the scene before them.

Two shapely dark-haired women sat inside separate cubicles bound and gagged in dark stockings and sexy underwear looking somewhat disheveled and very flushed, their breasts barely inside the cups of their tight corsets, with the real Lt. Danielle Swift's straps hanging off her shoulders. Fran in her Naval officer's uniform stood up in front of the real Commander Heather Ayres looking guilty. Yvonne rushed to help the Navy girls readjust their lingerie and restore their modesty.

"What the hell is going on here?" demanded the blonde Squadron Leader, "Who are these girls?"

"I think they're the real Wren officers Ma'am." replied Polly as a sense of trepidation and panic crept in.

Fran's eyes lit up at the sight of the two newcomers in seamed stockings and underwear, especially the green-eyed, red-haired FO. Polly noticed that the two Wrens were also looking her up and down.

"Wow!" was all Fran could say.

"What the..." was all Jay could utter before she was gagged along with Polly as both WRAFs were now restrained.

"Sorry ladies! I'm afraid you weren't meant to see that, but as we planned to tie you up and gag you anyway, we'll just get on with it." said Tania.

With that the bathroom door was closed shutting the sexy Wrens away and Fran joined the other girls in binding and gagging the two hot WRAF officers.

"One... two... three, four, five, six, seven... Oh my God... EIGHT!" gasped Fran, wide-eyed as she twanged the Squadron Leader's suspenders and stroked the terrified woman's stocking tops.

"Fran!" interjected Tania.

"And.. Oh wow! A waspie... POLKA-DOTS!" Fran exclaimed, looking over at Polly who was having her wrists tied behind her back and her stockinged ankles bound by Sally and Gayle.

"Fran... COME HERE!" Tania ordered.

"But... But... Oh, okay!" pouted Fran, giving Jay's nyloned thigh a squeeze before getting up and winking at the startled Squadron Leader, "Don't worry! I'll be back soon."

"For God's sake Franny, that's the last time I let you guard our captives. You scared those poor navy girls." scolded Tania throwing open the bathroom door and gesticulating wildly at the two dishevelled WRNs trembling in their cubicles.

"I was trying to cheer them up." protested Tania, "Besides, the younger one didn't seem to mind all that much."

Commander Ayres gave a squeak of surprise while Danielle blushed in guilty embarrassment.

"Right Franny... Say you're sorry!" said Tania folding her arms sternly.

"WHAT?" gasped Fran incredulously.

"Go in that bathroom and apologise to those ladies right now... Nicely!" ordered Tania.

"But... But... Oh all right!" snapped Fran before sulkily stomping into the bathroom.

The reappearance of Fran in the bathroom elicited a chorus of muffled squeals from the WRNs, particularly the Commander, as they made it clear that they were not at all keen to renew this acquaintance.

"Hello again girls! Look it's been brought to my attention that I might have got a teeny bit carried away while I was, erm... comforting you. Soooo... I'm really sorry about that. How about we kiss and make up?" said Fran advancing towards the Commander who began squirming in terror on her toilet seat.

"FRAN!" scolded Tania, stopping the amorous gang-girl in her tracks.

"Erm... I mean, let's try and forget about my friskiness earlier and let bygones be bygones." said Tania sweetly, "So are we cool now?"

Both the trembling WRNs hastily nodded their heads.

With both RAF officers now stripped, gagged and bound up tightly, Tania watched as Sally and Gayle now got dressed into their stolen uniforms and some of the spare nylons that they had found in the lockers.

"What do we do with these sexy little hussies?" Gayle asked as Jay and Polly mewled through their gags, squirming in their tight bondage.

Looking around Sally said "Yeah! Where are we going to put them?"

Tania glanced around, then replied...

"We'll stash them in those lockers. they should fit... Just about!"

As the two sexy RAF girls were pulled to their feet both began to squeal in a rather unladylike fashion. Tania then told the girls wearing the WRAF officers uniforms to fetch the Wrens.

"Let's have some fun!" Tania smiled "Well have a little inter-service bondage."

"Don't you mean 'bonding'?" asked Gayle.

"I know what I mean." answered Tania with a wink.

As the two disheveled Naval officers were bunny-hopped into view they looked the hot Air Force girls up and down with Cmdr. Ayres admiring the redheaded Flgt. Ltn. in her lingerie.

"What's the plan?" Yvonne asked.

"We'll tie one RAF girl to one Wren and let them struggle." Tania suggested, "And just to make it interesting, let's stimulate them... Fran! Do you have that itching powder?"

Fran nodded giving a wicked grin as a startled squeak chorused in unison from the wide-eyed captives.

"Then let's put some inside their pretty panties before we tie them together"

Frantically moaning and struggling each military girl had the waistband of her panties stretched and a healthy dose of itching powder filled their drawers before the elastic snapped back and they were pushed up chest to chest in pairs

Flying Officer Prendagast found herself looking into the brown eyes of Lieutenant Swift whilst Squadron Leader Hitchin was facing the green eyes of Lieutenant Commander Ayres who gave a glance of longing towards the young Flying Officer accompanied with a groan of disappointment.

"Do I detect a note of jealousy? It seems that Commander Stripy is disappointed with our choice of a dance partner for her. Guess she has green eyes in more ways than one!" laughed Yvonne , appearing with several more packets of stockings and handing them to her friends. "Sorry Commander, but you'll just have to make do with Squadron Leader Sussies here. We're doing this according to rank. Anyway she's more your age, isn't she."

"MMPH!" Danielle squawked angrily towards the Commander for her unfaithfulness whilst Heather blushed sheepishly and Jay found herself almost disappointed at being not the preferred choice.

"Oh don't worry! You still look great for your age. Must be hard for you to compete with Flying Officer Polka-dots though." cooed Fran, twanging each of Jay's eight suspenders in turn as she tried and dismally failed to make the Squadron Leader feel better.

Trying to ignore the tingling first effects of the itching powder, the four captives attempted to stand stoically as the gang girls went about the task of binding them together. First stockings were tied around their waists, then their chests and then their shoulders. Finally an especially tight one was stretched around their rears forcing the fronts of their itching-powdered panties close against each other. The red-faced officers stood at attention, their breasts heaving against each other, their noses squashed together and their gagged lips touching in a forced kiss.

"And now let's get you girls to somewhere more private!" said Tanya pointing towards the wall.

The captives glanced in that direction and were horrified to see the two lockers with their doors wide open. Though the lockers were quite tall, they appeared very tight in width and depth, and would have seemed a squeeze for one person, let alone two. The officers' muffled pleas were ignored as they were guided to their awaiting prisons with the aid of some prodding and spanking from their captors.

"Can't say that you military girls are much good at dancing!" teased Gayle as the officers tried to coordinate their hopping feet, occasionally stepping on each others nyloned toes.

"Oh I'm guessing that they don't know which of them should be leading." giggled Sally giving Heather a pinch on the seat of her stripy underwear.

"And now let's help these ladies to take the weight off their feet. After all, they have had a hard day." said Tania as the bemused officers wondered what she could mean.

The gang-girls tied some stockings together and threaded them down their backs through their bonds, in between their legs and up the other side. Afterwards the whimpering pairs were shoved and squeezed into the lockers, each of which had a robust clothes rail at the top. They then lifted the officers up and tied the loose ends of stockings together over the rail before leaving the howling women dangling in discomfort with their stocking-feet waggling couple of inches above the locker floors.

"Hang on! I've had an idea for a finishing touch." said Fran insistently just as the locker doors were about to be closed on the mewling captives.

"Fran! What the hell!" gasped Tania in consternation as she turned to see that her frisky friend had put on a pair of latex gloves and was holding a knife.

"Oh relax Tania! I just want to make sure our friends don't get bored." said Fran as she cut away the bonds from the officers' dangling legs, before producing a small bag of powder, "You see, we have some of the itching powder left over and I thought that the ladies would enjoy a bit of exercise."

The mischievous gang girl then began massaging the powder into the stockinged thighs, knees, calves and feet of the moaning officers, a process that took quite a while given Fran's enthusiasm for her task. Her mission accomplished, Fran stood back and admired the results of her handiwork.

Finally unable to resist the itchy sensation in their underwear and hosiery, the squealing officers began involuntarily rubbing against each other and tangling their legs in an effort to scratch away the sensation.

"Wow they're rubbing those legs together like a load of crickets." said Yvonne in awe of the scene.

"Looks like they didn't opt for run-resistant nylons either." laughed Gayle as the first ladders began to appear on the officers' frantically squirming legs.



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