Captured

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Captured


by Lord-Storm,






The Area of the Welsh countryside was quite remote so the old farmhouse was quite isolated. Outside the building, which was partially sat 2 vehicles,
one of which was a smart saloon bearing British military number plates, the other a black 4x4 pick up seemed out of place but was an less likely to be
noticed in these parts. The front door opened and from inside stepped a dark haired, smartly dressed in the uniform of a female member of the British
Royal Air force or RAF, her shoulder epaulettes and rings on the sleeves cuffs indicated she was a Group Captain and as she walked to the military car,
her black dress heels sounded on the gravel, she got in, placing the leather shoulder bag and briefcase on the passenger , started the engine and the car
had soon disappeared from view.
Inside the house all was virtually quite save for a strange muffled, almost inaudible sound, which was emanating from a boarded back bedroom of the house
The room was occupied by a lone female, in her early 40's with her dark hair tied in a neat little bun, she was sat on an old mattress and at that moment was sat in a pair of sheer champagne grey stockings and a black nylon full body girdle, black lace panties and crotch visible between her shapely legs and garter strapped thighs, which had been bound were bound tightly at the ankles, calves, then above the knees. At that precise moment one of 2 men was passing and tightening white cotton rope around those stocking welted and very smooth thighs, a large grin on his masked face, as the Grey eyed Brunettes gaze followed his movements the only sounds the rustle of rope on nylon and the woman's soft helpless mewling, the tight white cloth tied over her lower jaw, holding in the wad of 2 pairs of ladies briefs filling her mouth and sitting on her tongue, the bulging cheeks of the 45 year olds mouth and against the material pulled taut over lush glossy red lips, the outline of both a testament to the tight knot tied at the nape of her neck, beneath her neatly bun dark hair. The man cinched the knot between the thighs, looking at his captive.
"Thank you Group Captain Macklin for being such a good girl in allowing us to borrow your clothes and gag and tie you up in your sexy stockings and underwear" he teased her "Your in good shape" which was true, she had kept herself very fit and trim"
Behind her the second man was just finishing looping his long rope one more time, pinning her shoulders and upper arms, and her chest as well.
"Yeah what would the men say if they could see such a hot officer stripped and bound in such tight undies and stockings "the other man joined in.
"URRUMPH " Sarah squealed as he tightened the bindings between her shoulder blades, she could feel all the bindings biting into her full body girdle and smooth soft flesh, securing her arms against her curvy body, under the 36DD bust and around the waist, pulling her lower arms against the nylon girdle.
Both arms had been secured above the elbows which touched quite painfully and uncomfortably, both wrist held in a vice like grip tied side by side.
Sat on the mattress the helpless female RAF Officer was now very tightly bound but continued to struggle in a rather sexy semi erotic way for her 2 delighted
male captors.
"That's it Group Captain you wriggle and squirm but you won't get loose" the man who had bound Sarah's legs teased and as she moved her shapely stocking legs and underwear clad body, the laboured "mummpfs" and moans from the tight gag impeding her oxygen supply she felt lightheaded and fell onto her side, passing out.

Sarah had left her home that morning, carrying important papers in her attaché case and had placed her cap and leather shoulder bag on the passenger seat, then set off on her journey, only a few people knew she was coming or so she thought and she had not met anyone yet from this command.
Her hair and make up was immaculate, the smart figure hugging uniform with her rank rings on the cuffs and her bars on the epaulettes on both shoulders made her feel important. As she gripped the steering wheel with leather gloved hands and pressed down the accelerator with the shiny black 2 " court shoe, she was unaware of any impending, so when she had seen the woman by the car hood up and flagging her down, she had dropped her guard.
The passenger side electric window had dropped and she had asked "can I help you" in a rather glass cut voice.
That's when another vehicle had appeared, a 4x4 pickup blocking her from behind and distracted Sarah failed to notice the silenced pistol in the woman's hand, till to late.
"Open the door, do exactly what I say, wont get hurt" she demanded.
The Group Captain could see 2 figures wearing hoods in the pickup and so she had reluctantly complied, hoping that she would figure a way out of this new turn of events. The woman climbed into the passenger seat, throwing the RAF cap and the handbag onto the back seat.
"What do you want?" demanded Sarah, realising how cliqued the question was.
"Drive" the woman ordered pressing the pistol into Sarah's waistline "You'll soon find out"
Sarah had obeyed all the instructions, but had become increasingly alarmed as she found each turn took them further from the busier roads and they had eventually pulled up in front of the old farmhouse. Sarah Macklin's heart beat faster, what were they going to do with her? whatever it was no one would find her here.
Climbing from the car after retrieving her cap and putting it on, the woman had grabbed the handbag and attaché case and ushered the Group Captain inside, where they were joined by the 2 hooded men, who had been admiring the RAF officers curves and nylon clad legs from behind. She was ushered into a small room, hands raised and noticed all the rope and other materials on table.
"Ok Group Captain Macklin, we need your clothes, so its time to strip off that smart uniform" the woman demanded, to Sarah's horror.
"Why?" Asked Sarah, although she already had an idea, for the first time she now realised how similar alike she and the other woman were, she was going to impersonate her.
Sarah had begun an enforced striptease in front of the woman and her male companions, placing the Cap and gloves on the table, and had then unbuttoned her tunic, sliding it off to reveal the crisp blue L/S light blue uniform shirt, pulled taut over her ample bust and figure, tucked in the knee length uniform skirt with the wide red and blue stable belt around her waist.
"Skirt next" the female captor had ordered, so Sarah had undone the stable belt, unfastened the slide clip at the back of the skirt and drawn down the zipper, before shimmying it over full hips and down shapely sheer stocking legs, flushing pink, as the act of stepping out of the skirt had afforded both men the sight of her stocking welts and smooth thigh, through her silky white slip.
Next the black tie was unclipped and finally she undid the cuffs and front buttons of the cotton uniform shirt, which she slid off her shoulders and down her
arms, revealing a silky white full slip, a wave of the gun indicated this was to be removed and Group Captain Sarah Macklin's humiliation was complete as she stood in silky sheer stockings, black nylon full body girdle, garters and panties and her heels.
She Was forced upstairs by the 2 men at gunpoint, now admiring the legs and curves of the hot RAF officer in stockings and underwear and her somewhat uncomfortable but somehow sensuous bondage had begun, they had not removed her dress heels thy had been a fraction to big.

Sarah had woken after blacking out but was slightly confused, she was laid on he stomach on the mattress only now she couldn't feel her legs against the material. she mewled in alarm and heard laughter.
"Confused Group Captain, don't panic, we just hog tied you to make any thoughts of escape a bit harder" came the rebuke.
Sarah looked down and could now see the shiny dress heels parallel with her firm girded butt , where a short connecting rope now bent her shapely stocking clad legs at the knees, securing her wrist to her ankles.
"shit" she thought stripped and thoroughly tied and gagged how awkward and humiliating.
"Murmmm, gerrfffm mumfh" she began to complain through the gag and although muffled the men decided to keep her a bit quieter before they left.
Pouring some clear liquid onto a large pad, the guy who had bound her arms and bod, administered the chloroform. Helplessly bound and with nowhere to go
all she could do was lay still and succumb and as the ether took effect, she felt a hand run over her curves and stocking legs before her eyes closed.........

Downstairs the door closed and the has of a large padlock was put in place, whilst upstairs shapely captive Female RAF Group Captain Sarah Macklin lay tied and gagged in her underwear and nylons unconscious, awaiting rescue, oblivious to the chaos that would unfold during her 24 hours of captivity ....