The Palace

[esercito sconfitto]

THE PALACE
by Lord-Storm,








From Laurels viewpoint everything looked less then peachy, she'd
been assigned to security and had gone undercover as a receptionist
but unfortunately her first day had not gone as planned.

"Yes, yes we've taken control of reception" the voice in the
background said "i've stripped one of the receptionist and i've got
their uniform on now"

Laurel laid on her side in her thigh length black skirt, white silky
blouse and dark burgundy waistcoat and black neck tab tie, hands
held behind her back by nylon cord, her black 3" heels rubbing
together, where more cinched cord held silky nude nyloned ankles
together, with a knotted cleave gag muffling the sound of annoyed
mumblings, was looking at the young blonde receptionist in question,
now sat in dark tan pantyhose, black thong panties and very skimpy
matching black bra, she was sat upright and had arms tied and
cinched behind her,both at the wrist and above the elbows, her nylon
clad legs bound at the ankles and above the knees, a tight white
knotted piece of cloth pulled beteween soft red lips had been unable
to warn Laurel she was in danger.

The security agent had arrived to find a woman in uniform behind the
desk and had introduced herself, before being admitted to the
reception area, only then had she realised, rather to late, that the
real receptionist was otherwise incapcitated.

Laurel listened as the fake receptionist continued " yes , you'll
send someone down, oh yes i'm sure she'll have no problem, i think
the uniform will fit like a glove" as the brunette on the phone
looked down at the dark haired agent with a glint in her eye and a
wicked smile and Laurel guessed she too would be tied in her
underwear before long.

In another part of the palace near the dining hall, Karen Willis,
the dark haired ponytailed
Maitre'd, sat in her black lacy panties,garter belt and lacy topped
sheer black stockings, her firm 36DD breast framed in the tight
white nylon ropes under her braless cleavage and pulled tight across
her chest, pinioning her arms to her torso, around her in various
shades and designs of panties with garter belts pulling at the welts
of sheer nude stockings, sat her 4 female waitresses, all braless
and tightly bound from ankle to thigh, then bound around waist,
under bust and across their chest, wrist held firmly behind them in
the grip of cinched ropes.
It wasn't that they had worn no brassieres at all, it was just that
the knotted cleave gags muffling their crys for help, were actually
holding the neatly folded, skimpy cotton, lace or satin cups in the
cavity of their mouths, as they watched the 5 impostors dress in the
shoes and clothes they had arrived in.


The Palace pt II



Several hours earlier Karen had been travelling in the catering
Companies marked
vehicle all the girls dressed in their smart uniforms.
There were 7 of them altogether, each with a security pass, and
Karen a stunning 5"9 brunette who had just turned 32, new all 6
girls, who she had recruited and trained, so after becoming Maitre'd
she had selected them for the job at the palace, however nothing had
quite prepared them for the events that had unfolded. About a half
hour from their destination they had come across a road crash ,
between a van and a car, this is when they had been ambushed.
Inside the Catering van sat Karen in her dark grey mid thigh skirt,
matching suit jacket and pale blue silk blouse, a red and white
chiffon scarf tied to the left side of her open collar, sheer black
stockings on legs that ended in 4" leboutin heels. She and company
driver Gillian Martin, dressed in black zip sided Knee high boots
and uniform of dark green jacket and knee length skirt along with
pale green shirt and black tie, had exited the vehicle and had gone
to see what they could do. At this point they had found themselves
looking down the barrel of 9MM automatics with silencers.


"Don't do anything stupid and listen, then nobody gets hurt" the
figure in front of Karen Commanded.
"we'll do whatever you want just don't hurt us" the Maitre'd
replied.
"Good Girl, we just need to get inside the palace so we'll need to
borrow some disguises, now put your hands up and walk back to the
van, not you" the woman barked at the driver "you go over there"
indicating the "crashed van" from where several hooded black clad
figures were emerging.
The two waitresses who had been sat nearest the vans doors now stood
hands on heads in black short skirts white aprons White l/s cotton
shirts black ties and red waistcoats, black heels and nude sheer
nylons the same uniform as the four frightened remaining girls.
The girls, Nadia, a pretty 24 year old Russian girl with bobbed red
hair and Kirsty a 22 year old ponytailed blonde who was a pretty
busty, gorgeous young lady, were herded towards the other van.

Half an hour late Karen was joined by her two newest waitresses and
replacement driver, she watched helplessly as the doors of the van
closed on the real Gillian now gagged and blindfolded with strips of
white tape in here charcoal pantyhose and full body pale blue
longline girdle, zip ties holding nyloned ankles and thighs
together, wrist crossed behind her and elbows touching as both arms
were held by zip ties.
Sat next to her were Nadia in nude
stockings, red satin panties and garter belt, her matching bra
stuffed behind her tape gag , also zip tied and blindfolded, Kirstys
38Ds were also unfettered as her white polka dot cotton bra filled
her mouth, she was now only clad in white polka dot cotton panties
and a frilly pink lace garter belt and nude stockings, as the van
doors were closed hiding them from Karens sight.

The woman in Gillians uniform informed Karen "Don't misbehave and
you'll see them again alive, mess up and none of you will get home,
then the van headed for the palace.


The Palace PT III


Karen and her waitresses had arrived at the gate and explained they had been delayed by a punctured tyre, each girls I/D had
been checked and they had gone to a rear service entrance. A tall woman in biege skirt suit and matching heels had greeted them,her badge bore the name Barbara Heflin and announced that she to was security, the bulge of firearm at the left hip the only sign of a weapon,Karen had thought better of trying to raise the alarm,which is just as well, since the real Barbara Heflin sat inside a small storeroom a few feet away in a chloroform induced sleep, wearing a red lacy camisole with garters and dark contrast nylon stockings with red welts and a red seam running down the back from thigh to toes, on her shapely legs, her curvaceous body entwined with lots of rope, as
were her legs. She was propped against the wall, a cloth
stuffed in her mouth and a chloroform soaked rag held in place over her nose and mouth by silver duct tape, the same tape that covered the agents closed eyes. Her brown hair sat pinned up on top of her head and the impostor had emulated this style, after rendering her unconcious,stripping her of everything, except her underwear and hose, then securely binding and gagging her, making sure the chloro
gag was in place to keep sleeping beauty out of it for a few hours. Karen had a rough idea she would not be holding onto her clothes,when the remaining 4 waitresses and herself had been herded into the room set aside for the outside help, only to discover 5 women almost identical to themselves in build and hair colour standing in hose and underwear waiting. It came as no surprise when the order to strip came and with very little protest, except some low sobbing from a couple of the girls, the ginger haired Ashley,Carla, a brunette with her hair in a plaited chignon and the 2 remaining blondes, Sofia a stunning South American girl with long blonde hair and model looks alongside blonde bunned Justine and of course Karen who began to rapidly divest themselves of their uniforms.