Dark Forces
Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 2:26 pm
Dark Forces
Dark Forces
by Lord-Storm,
Petra watched the 2 members of the clean up crew as they carried the limp form of the ginger haired young
woman between them, without a flicker of concern.
The slender figure was clad only in a pink satin bra with pretty white lace trim, her matching tight briefs hidden beneath the veneer of the charcoal colour sheer nylon pantyhose, encasing her legs, legs held together at the ankles by the single clear plastic zip-tie, a similar tie held the womans wrist together in her crotch and a single knotted piece of cloth, tied securely parted the womans glossy lips and sat behind white teeth. not that this was serving any purpose Petra noted, as the single 9mm bullet hole in the womans forehead, above
lifeless blue eyes would attest to. A small drop of blood from the entry point was already drying on the lifeless young womans skin as 2 more women in overalls carried the nubile form of another underwear clad raven haired woman wearing charcoal pantyhose and bound and gagged in the same manner dumping her unceremoniously in the back of a box van, next to the ginger haired girl.
The sheet on the vans floor was already occuppied by the body of a blonde in chocolate and black lace bra, her panties hidden like the others under the charcoal gossamer of her hosiery, her grey green eyes staring back lifeless, the now defunct gag tied beneath the neatly bunned hair.
Finally the last woman was carried and dumped into the van, and to the casual observer, the age and the matching colour pantyhose would indicate these 4 poor unfortunates were a group of professional women, and a quick glance around at Petra and her 3 colleagues would confirm this, she was a warrior , a warrior with a cause and her compatriots had been hardened to the task, and the 4 young attractive corpses were a means to an end. She looked around at her 3 friends, they had planned this meticulously as each girl smiled, the smart British Airways flight attendants uniforms they had recently acquired, adorning their lithe bodies and charcoal pantyhosed legs as they put their handbags over shoulders and grasped the handles of the wheeled
dark blue cases and started to head towards the next part of the plan.
Petra dressed in the same uniform gave a last look at the bodies of the women they had replaced, especially the raven haired, ponytailed beauty, who like her 3 fellow stewardesses had been shocked and surprised, when they had been grabbed from their minibus on their way to the airport and forced into a quiet secluded outbuilding where the four hooded figures had herded them at gunpoint into a room and ordered the young British Airways girls to remove their uniforms.
A table covered in s zip ties and and strips of knotted clothes stood nearby.
In their dark blue pillbox hats, form fitting smart dark blue uniforms, black leather court shoes and gloves, they were the epitome of everything Petra despised.
The reluctance of the 4 pretty uniformed captives had been broken by a single silenced shot, whizzing past the ear of one the 2 blonde flight attendants. All still wearing their ski mask Petra and her girls called the
stewardesses bluff, by assuring them that they would shoot them and take the uniforms, even though she knew that they could not afford to damage them or get blood on them. The bluff had worked, because she had persuaded them that all that would happen was they would be tied and gagged, another half truth.
Petra had decided that she would wear the uniform of Judy Nunn, the raven haired beauty who at 5"10 was about her height and build and an organised strip of the girls had begun.
Petra had been waiting for the word that the operation her cell was involved in could proceed and now every
part was falling into place. The unfortunate B/A female flight attendants were part of that. A planned delay to another flight had meant a new bunch of girls had been flown in to a stand in on the flight to London and an agent for Petra's group had learned that they had not worked route so were not really known, thus they were promptly driven into an ambush, which was culminating intheir kidnapping. Petra knew time was of the essence and the removal of the real stewardeses uniforms and replacing them was to be done quickly and effectively, the I/Ds would also require doctoring.
The replacement Air Hostesses were almost exact, so as to make sure that any security in place would not be alerted ie. once she had been informed of the arival of the girls, 2 blondes, a ginger haired girl and a brunette, Petra had asembled a team from her groups ranks that mimicked this. And so it was that the B/A girls had ben ordered to divest themselves of their shoes, gloves and uniforms, including hats, until they stood hands up in only tight lingerie and pantyhose. The gloves and shoes
came first, the black shiny low heeled court shoes leaving them in stockinged feet. Then they were stripped systematically, formfitting 3 button jackets, followed by red, white and blue silky neck cravats. the crisp short sleeved white cotton blouses stretched taut across bra clad cleavages, revealing and assortment of bust sizes and supporting underwear, each lady then unbuttoned and unzipped tight matching blue skirts, shimmying them over full hips and removing silky half slips to expose pert bottoms, crotches and firm thighs hidden beneath charcoal nylons and panties or in the case of one of the blondes, a girl named Yvonne Clark a cream colour satin camisole.
Petra and her girls had paired off and as two stuffed the captives mouth and cleave gagged them, the others forced them to offer up their arms which were then zip tied at the wrist in front of them then they were all blindfolded. This done each stewardess was pushed down onto firm derrieres and two more ties secured nylon clad legs above the knees and around the ankles as the soft rustle and quiet mewling of their hostages were the only noises. The next part of their journey awaited them in th UK Abut for now these disguises were all that was required to get them in.
The four impostor Flight attendants having first stripped and redressed in the uniforms, pulled on the leather gloves and picking up the silenced 9mm pistols. Standing in front of the unsuspecting gagged, bound and blindfolded stewardesses, quietly they raised them and fired in unison. there was a dull thud as each helpless captive was deprived of life a few short moans and then the four lifeless heads, still blindfolded slumped onto chest, then silence. Now all Petra and her companions needed to do, was wait for the clean up team.
Flight 406 bound for London took off on time 4 hours later, the replacement aircrew in place. Meanwhile in a dark wood several miles from the airport, four lifeless nubile bodies were being placed on a plastic groundsheet in a deep pit, still bound, gagged they were thrown down side by side covered in lime, before a small digger covered them over with fresh soil, then two 3 metre high stacks of road gravel were tipped into two piles ontop and all trace of the hapless flight attendants were gone.
The Silver Vauxhall Omega Saloon with the Military plates sped its way through the British countryside some 48 hours later. In the Drivers seat, brown leather gloved hands gripping the steering wheel sat Captain
Penelope Creighton in her blue RAF officers uniform, legs sheaved in grey blue sheer nylons and shiny black dress heels operating the cars pedals her dark hair pinned in a neat bun beneath her blue Officers cap with black peak ,accentuating the 34 year old stunning brunettes face. Sat beside her was Gail Kent an equally pretty 22 year RAF communications technician with collar length brown hair cut in a a bob style. Gail sat in an Womens RAF uniform only she wore lace up parade shoes and ribbed sweater.
Down a fairly quiet country road the two RAF girls caught sight of a military land rover parked ahead and a female figure in the black skirt, black tunic with a white cotton shirt and black tie, black peaked redcap and red MP armband of army military police or Redcaps as they were known.
They could see asecond MP sat in the land rover so the RAF girls stopped and the electric window dropped onthe drivers side as they watched the women in uniform asidearm in a holster at her waist her shapely dark hosed legs bringing her closer the steady sound of her black shiny dress shoes echoing on the tarmac.
"Ltn Young Royal Military Police, We've been sent to escort you to your lodgings" the officer informed them, before saluting and then climbing back into the land rover with her sergeant. As the saloon followed the land rover it hit a bump and a noise emitted from the rear of the vehicle. Young carefully lifted the canvas flap that separated the cab from the rear. Laid out in the back were 2 slender, leggy female s in black nylon stockings, garters, panties and bra's , face down and facing each other, ankles held by tape and more around their thighs , wrist crossed and taped, elbows touching where more tape held both arms together.
Hands resting on firm paNtied buttocks the rea Ltn. Young and her red headed sergeant faced each other, deprived of sight by the strip of microfoam tape covering both sets of eyes, their breathing heavy as two rather ample sets of bra clad breast struggled to rise and fall prevented by the same single strip of microfoam tape muffling any sounds they made.
"Don't worry, we'll be finished soon and then free you"
Said the fake Ltn young and the 2 stripped MPs settled down oblivious to the real meaniing of the last statement.
Several hours earlier Petra and her girls had been observing their target and had watched through field glasses at a safe distance as Blonde haired Ltn Young and her curvy sergeant had left the base to reach the rendezvous point but She planned to get their first.
Time was of the essence and they might be required to extract extra intel from the MIlitary policewomen, so it had been decided not to do away with them once they were captured, although against Petra's normal rules it made sense.
Young and her pretty NCO had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book, the fake accident and it was she who had been captured first, whilst her sergeant still in the land rover, had been pinned in her seat and chloroformed.
The MP officer had been forced to first strip her unconcious colleague to her stockings, garters and underwear and watch as her sergeant was then bound tightly with tape and had a rag stuffed in her mouth, before being blindfolded and tape gagged. Reluctantly she had then been forced to preform an impromptu burlesque type striptease, that had culminated in the Ltn standing in sheer black stocking clad feet, lacy black waspie garter belt, panties and lacy trimmed wonderbra, a rather racy ensemble for the blonde bunned officer, who was then tape tied, gagged and blindfolded, before being chloroformed and placed next to her colleague in the back of the land rover, as their two replacements dressed in the stolen uniforms and awaited their quarry.
Petra grabbed hold of the shher blue/grey nylon stocking ankles and dragged the motionless form of the dark haired RAF Captain across the floor, the carpet muffling the sound of the underwear clad womans upper body making little sound on the surface. stripped to an OBG with garters holding stockings lace panties and a lace black and green bra to match the girdle and panties, the brunettes head lolled to one side, her arms above her head, as if in surrender, dragged on the floor. Two beautiful, but now glazed blue eyes stared sightless and a single trickle of dark red blood, now drying, ran from the corner of light pink glossy lips.
Alongside Petra her accomplice dragged the RAF comunications girl by her blue /grey control top panty hosed ankles, a white and pink bra and matcning panties visible, her grey green eyes staring into nothingness, her arms to above her head, the single trickle of dark red coming from the corner of scarlet glossed lips.
As soon as the two RAF girls had entered their apartment, they had both been seized and arms pinned across the chest, a agloved hand clamped over lips to gag and muffle them, then in aswift and effective movement both girls had been twisted, breaking their necks, killing them instantly.
Petra was now wearing Penelope Creightons Shoes, cap and uniform which she had stripped from the brunettes corpse rapidly, first removing the cap bearing the winged badge, then the short tunic and unclipping the black tie. Unbuttoning the blue cotton shirts cuffs and front bouttons, pulling it off shoulders and from the waistband of her skirt exposing firm 36c
breast. Meanwhile her compatriot was acquiring the brown haired comms girls uniform, pulling the tight ribbed sweater off over her head and removing her shirt and tie exposing 34dd cupped tits. Neither woman would feel the red and blue clasped stable belts undone from the skirts belt loops and the sigle button and zippers undone, the RAF blue knee length skirts tuged over ful curvy hips and down shoeless silky hosed legs.
The final indignity was the removal of their slips to reveal the rest of their lingerie.
Stripping to underwear and hose Petra had redresssed in the stolen officers uniform and her partner in the other girls clothes. Now at the door of the secluded quarters the two fake MPs lifted each of the bodies, under arms and grasped ankles and threw them into th the land rover on top of the two stripped, gagged and bound real Redcaps, who would not be complaining on account of the poison that had been injected through their tight panties and int firm buttocks giving them the freedom they had been promised, permanently. This part of the operation had taken place hours earlier, the muffled yelps of pain as the needle pierced their underwear and flesh and the tape bindings and gags restricting the convulsions as the two captives were terminated. The women were driven to an abandoned factory where several more of Petra's helpers waited. Producing industrial size rolls of shrink wrap used for covering pallets of goods, the four corpes were tightly wrapped from head to foot and dumped inside the back of a refrigerated container which was then bolted and secured. Petra and her colleague along with the fake Military Police escort now headed off to the nearby base to put the next part of the plan into action.
Dark Forces
by Lord-Storm,
Petra watched the 2 members of the clean up crew as they carried the limp form of the ginger haired young
woman between them, without a flicker of concern.
The slender figure was clad only in a pink satin bra with pretty white lace trim, her matching tight briefs hidden beneath the veneer of the charcoal colour sheer nylon pantyhose, encasing her legs, legs held together at the ankles by the single clear plastic zip-tie, a similar tie held the womans wrist together in her crotch and a single knotted piece of cloth, tied securely parted the womans glossy lips and sat behind white teeth. not that this was serving any purpose Petra noted, as the single 9mm bullet hole in the womans forehead, above
lifeless blue eyes would attest to. A small drop of blood from the entry point was already drying on the lifeless young womans skin as 2 more women in overalls carried the nubile form of another underwear clad raven haired woman wearing charcoal pantyhose and bound and gagged in the same manner dumping her unceremoniously in the back of a box van, next to the ginger haired girl.
The sheet on the vans floor was already occuppied by the body of a blonde in chocolate and black lace bra, her panties hidden like the others under the charcoal gossamer of her hosiery, her grey green eyes staring back lifeless, the now defunct gag tied beneath the neatly bunned hair.
Finally the last woman was carried and dumped into the van, and to the casual observer, the age and the matching colour pantyhose would indicate these 4 poor unfortunates were a group of professional women, and a quick glance around at Petra and her 3 colleagues would confirm this, she was a warrior , a warrior with a cause and her compatriots had been hardened to the task, and the 4 young attractive corpses were a means to an end. She looked around at her 3 friends, they had planned this meticulously as each girl smiled, the smart British Airways flight attendants uniforms they had recently acquired, adorning their lithe bodies and charcoal pantyhosed legs as they put their handbags over shoulders and grasped the handles of the wheeled
dark blue cases and started to head towards the next part of the plan.
Petra dressed in the same uniform gave a last look at the bodies of the women they had replaced, especially the raven haired, ponytailed beauty, who like her 3 fellow stewardesses had been shocked and surprised, when they had been grabbed from their minibus on their way to the airport and forced into a quiet secluded outbuilding where the four hooded figures had herded them at gunpoint into a room and ordered the young British Airways girls to remove their uniforms.
A table covered in s zip ties and and strips of knotted clothes stood nearby.
In their dark blue pillbox hats, form fitting smart dark blue uniforms, black leather court shoes and gloves, they were the epitome of everything Petra despised.
The reluctance of the 4 pretty uniformed captives had been broken by a single silenced shot, whizzing past the ear of one the 2 blonde flight attendants. All still wearing their ski mask Petra and her girls called the
stewardesses bluff, by assuring them that they would shoot them and take the uniforms, even though she knew that they could not afford to damage them or get blood on them. The bluff had worked, because she had persuaded them that all that would happen was they would be tied and gagged, another half truth.
Petra had decided that she would wear the uniform of Judy Nunn, the raven haired beauty who at 5"10 was about her height and build and an organised strip of the girls had begun.
Petra had been waiting for the word that the operation her cell was involved in could proceed and now every
part was falling into place. The unfortunate B/A female flight attendants were part of that. A planned delay to another flight had meant a new bunch of girls had been flown in to a stand in on the flight to London and an agent for Petra's group had learned that they had not worked route so were not really known, thus they were promptly driven into an ambush, which was culminating intheir kidnapping. Petra knew time was of the essence and the removal of the real stewardeses uniforms and replacing them was to be done quickly and effectively, the I/Ds would also require doctoring.
The replacement Air Hostesses were almost exact, so as to make sure that any security in place would not be alerted ie. once she had been informed of the arival of the girls, 2 blondes, a ginger haired girl and a brunette, Petra had asembled a team from her groups ranks that mimicked this. And so it was that the B/A girls had ben ordered to divest themselves of their shoes, gloves and uniforms, including hats, until they stood hands up in only tight lingerie and pantyhose. The gloves and shoes
came first, the black shiny low heeled court shoes leaving them in stockinged feet. Then they were stripped systematically, formfitting 3 button jackets, followed by red, white and blue silky neck cravats. the crisp short sleeved white cotton blouses stretched taut across bra clad cleavages, revealing and assortment of bust sizes and supporting underwear, each lady then unbuttoned and unzipped tight matching blue skirts, shimmying them over full hips and removing silky half slips to expose pert bottoms, crotches and firm thighs hidden beneath charcoal nylons and panties or in the case of one of the blondes, a girl named Yvonne Clark a cream colour satin camisole.
Petra and her girls had paired off and as two stuffed the captives mouth and cleave gagged them, the others forced them to offer up their arms which were then zip tied at the wrist in front of them then they were all blindfolded. This done each stewardess was pushed down onto firm derrieres and two more ties secured nylon clad legs above the knees and around the ankles as the soft rustle and quiet mewling of their hostages were the only noises. The next part of their journey awaited them in th UK Abut for now these disguises were all that was required to get them in.
The four impostor Flight attendants having first stripped and redressed in the uniforms, pulled on the leather gloves and picking up the silenced 9mm pistols. Standing in front of the unsuspecting gagged, bound and blindfolded stewardesses, quietly they raised them and fired in unison. there was a dull thud as each helpless captive was deprived of life a few short moans and then the four lifeless heads, still blindfolded slumped onto chest, then silence. Now all Petra and her companions needed to do, was wait for the clean up team.
Flight 406 bound for London took off on time 4 hours later, the replacement aircrew in place. Meanwhile in a dark wood several miles from the airport, four lifeless nubile bodies were being placed on a plastic groundsheet in a deep pit, still bound, gagged they were thrown down side by side covered in lime, before a small digger covered them over with fresh soil, then two 3 metre high stacks of road gravel were tipped into two piles ontop and all trace of the hapless flight attendants were gone.
The Silver Vauxhall Omega Saloon with the Military plates sped its way through the British countryside some 48 hours later. In the Drivers seat, brown leather gloved hands gripping the steering wheel sat Captain
Penelope Creighton in her blue RAF officers uniform, legs sheaved in grey blue sheer nylons and shiny black dress heels operating the cars pedals her dark hair pinned in a neat bun beneath her blue Officers cap with black peak ,accentuating the 34 year old stunning brunettes face. Sat beside her was Gail Kent an equally pretty 22 year RAF communications technician with collar length brown hair cut in a a bob style. Gail sat in an Womens RAF uniform only she wore lace up parade shoes and ribbed sweater.
Down a fairly quiet country road the two RAF girls caught sight of a military land rover parked ahead and a female figure in the black skirt, black tunic with a white cotton shirt and black tie, black peaked redcap and red MP armband of army military police or Redcaps as they were known.
They could see asecond MP sat in the land rover so the RAF girls stopped and the electric window dropped onthe drivers side as they watched the women in uniform asidearm in a holster at her waist her shapely dark hosed legs bringing her closer the steady sound of her black shiny dress shoes echoing on the tarmac.
"Ltn Young Royal Military Police, We've been sent to escort you to your lodgings" the officer informed them, before saluting and then climbing back into the land rover with her sergeant. As the saloon followed the land rover it hit a bump and a noise emitted from the rear of the vehicle. Young carefully lifted the canvas flap that separated the cab from the rear. Laid out in the back were 2 slender, leggy female s in black nylon stockings, garters, panties and bra's , face down and facing each other, ankles held by tape and more around their thighs , wrist crossed and taped, elbows touching where more tape held both arms together.
Hands resting on firm paNtied buttocks the rea Ltn. Young and her red headed sergeant faced each other, deprived of sight by the strip of microfoam tape covering both sets of eyes, their breathing heavy as two rather ample sets of bra clad breast struggled to rise and fall prevented by the same single strip of microfoam tape muffling any sounds they made.
"Don't worry, we'll be finished soon and then free you"
Said the fake Ltn young and the 2 stripped MPs settled down oblivious to the real meaniing of the last statement.
Several hours earlier Petra and her girls had been observing their target and had watched through field glasses at a safe distance as Blonde haired Ltn Young and her curvy sergeant had left the base to reach the rendezvous point but She planned to get their first.
Time was of the essence and they might be required to extract extra intel from the MIlitary policewomen, so it had been decided not to do away with them once they were captured, although against Petra's normal rules it made sense.
Young and her pretty NCO had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book, the fake accident and it was she who had been captured first, whilst her sergeant still in the land rover, had been pinned in her seat and chloroformed.
The MP officer had been forced to first strip her unconcious colleague to her stockings, garters and underwear and watch as her sergeant was then bound tightly with tape and had a rag stuffed in her mouth, before being blindfolded and tape gagged. Reluctantly she had then been forced to preform an impromptu burlesque type striptease, that had culminated in the Ltn standing in sheer black stocking clad feet, lacy black waspie garter belt, panties and lacy trimmed wonderbra, a rather racy ensemble for the blonde bunned officer, who was then tape tied, gagged and blindfolded, before being chloroformed and placed next to her colleague in the back of the land rover, as their two replacements dressed in the stolen uniforms and awaited their quarry.
Petra grabbed hold of the shher blue/grey nylon stocking ankles and dragged the motionless form of the dark haired RAF Captain across the floor, the carpet muffling the sound of the underwear clad womans upper body making little sound on the surface. stripped to an OBG with garters holding stockings lace panties and a lace black and green bra to match the girdle and panties, the brunettes head lolled to one side, her arms above her head, as if in surrender, dragged on the floor. Two beautiful, but now glazed blue eyes stared sightless and a single trickle of dark red blood, now drying, ran from the corner of light pink glossy lips.
Alongside Petra her accomplice dragged the RAF comunications girl by her blue /grey control top panty hosed ankles, a white and pink bra and matcning panties visible, her grey green eyes staring into nothingness, her arms to above her head, the single trickle of dark red coming from the corner of scarlet glossed lips.
As soon as the two RAF girls had entered their apartment, they had both been seized and arms pinned across the chest, a agloved hand clamped over lips to gag and muffle them, then in aswift and effective movement both girls had been twisted, breaking their necks, killing them instantly.
Petra was now wearing Penelope Creightons Shoes, cap and uniform which she had stripped from the brunettes corpse rapidly, first removing the cap bearing the winged badge, then the short tunic and unclipping the black tie. Unbuttoning the blue cotton shirts cuffs and front bouttons, pulling it off shoulders and from the waistband of her skirt exposing firm 36c
breast. Meanwhile her compatriot was acquiring the brown haired comms girls uniform, pulling the tight ribbed sweater off over her head and removing her shirt and tie exposing 34dd cupped tits. Neither woman would feel the red and blue clasped stable belts undone from the skirts belt loops and the sigle button and zippers undone, the RAF blue knee length skirts tuged over ful curvy hips and down shoeless silky hosed legs.
The final indignity was the removal of their slips to reveal the rest of their lingerie.
Stripping to underwear and hose Petra had redresssed in the stolen officers uniform and her partner in the other girls clothes. Now at the door of the secluded quarters the two fake MPs lifted each of the bodies, under arms and grasped ankles and threw them into th the land rover on top of the two stripped, gagged and bound real Redcaps, who would not be complaining on account of the poison that had been injected through their tight panties and int firm buttocks giving them the freedom they had been promised, permanently. This part of the operation had taken place hours earlier, the muffled yelps of pain as the needle pierced their underwear and flesh and the tape bindings and gags restricting the convulsions as the two captives were terminated. The women were driven to an abandoned factory where several more of Petra's helpers waited. Producing industrial size rolls of shrink wrap used for covering pallets of goods, the four corpes were tightly wrapped from head to foot and dumped inside the back of a refrigerated container which was then bolted and secured. Petra and her colleague along with the fake Military Police escort now headed off to the nearby base to put the next part of the plan into action.