Bluerbirds and Wrens

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Bluebirds and Wrens


by Lord-Storm,









August 1942 England


The two trucks full of soldiers thundered by on the quiet back road the whistles aimed at the occupant of the jeep parked at the side of the road. A wry smile broke out on the red lips of the vehicles single occupant, a raven haired pretty young woman engrossed in a small hardback novel.
Joanna Sziemanski, of mixed Anglo-Polish descent was sat clad in the uniform of a WAAF, a flash on the each shoulder which read "Poland" the only indication that she was assigned to the Polish RAF squadrons.
Her job was to act as liaison to the bases for the Polish and English RAF personnel.
She had stopped to read her book on the way to collect several new recruits and was early. As she read her book now in an empty lane she was blissfully unaware of the quite imminent peril she was in.
Lurking in the nearby bushes were 3 women, observing the pretty, solo dark haired WAAF.
Two were female Nazis agents, part of a small group dropped in for sabotage and information gathering, part of their remit was to try and infiltrate into various military establishments and this was to be accomplished with the aid of people like the third member of the group, an Englishwoman who was also a member of the fifth column working for the Germans.
Her purpose was to help gain information and help procure whatever would be needed, including uniforms.
Now an opportunity presented itself to acquire their first disguise, an ideal set of clothes for their purpose, all that was needed now was to persuade the young woman to part with them. Joanna was still deeply engrossed in her book and had no idea her
clothes were being coveted by enemy agents, so when Gerda Hensche silently crept out behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth, she was taken completely by surprise.

"Hurfh Mummph" she cried into the hand, as she was pulled from the jeep and a gun thrust in her back.

"Quiet" Gerde said " and you may survive this, Understand"

"Yurf Plurfh durrn Hurf mmf" the pretty WAAF murmured through the hand over her lips.

"Put your hands up and move into those bushes" the Nazi agent ordered

Silently Joanna obeyed and disappeared from view into the bushes.

About 25-30 minutes later Gerde Hensche emerged from the bushes only now she was clad in the blue uniform of British Airwoman. The fit was quite good so no-one should question her credentials.

"You know what to do" she told her fellow agent" and i will be back with some clothes for you both" she announced.

In the clearing the female fifth columnist was finishing tying up the helpless WAAF.
Joanna had been forced into a clearing, where two more women had been waiting, wading was forced between her moist glossy red lips, into her mouth and a large silken scarf pulled over the bottom half of her face, from chin to nose and tied behind her neck to hold the gag in place, now with their captive silenced Joanna was forced to remove her uniform aided by the two women.
Gerde had already started to undress and as she was handed the tunic, blouse and tie she began to redress, pulling the clothes on over her full length slip, she watched with some pleasure, as the slender WAAF reluctantly removed the tight knee length skirt and unlaced
shoes, now only standing in a full length cream coloured slip and stocking feet, next her cap was removed followed by the final humiliation as she was forced to take off the slip too.
Joanna now sat in the clearing looking at the impostor in her clothes, She was clad in a silky white girdle and garters, matching bullet bra and stockings, her ankles, calves, thighs and above her knees, held firm by hemp rope. The Nazi girls had tied her hands behind her back and secured her arms above the elbows pressing them tightly together. They had run several turns around her curvy waist and lower arms, then under her cleavage pinning her upper arms.
The hapless young Airwoman was now secured to a small sturdy tree by more rope that went around her midriff and shoulders. As she wriggled in her bonds the swishing sound of ropes against silky bra straps and silky stockings rubbing against each other uselessly.

" Plish lfft mnn goph" she pleaded
" Try and keep her quiet" said Gerde " there is a cloth and ether in the bag, and make sure she is moved to our hiding hole" she instructed before climbing into the jeep in her new disguise and setting off to collect the " real" Joanna Sziemanski's passengers.

The heavy footsteps came slowly down into the dimly lit cellar. The two burly female 5th column women's clumping footfalls were being caused by the burdens they were carrying.
Two slender young female packages in blue-grey stockings, one in silky french knickers and matching bra in a soft peach colour and matching garter belt, the other in frilly white hi leg panties and bra and garters.

"Gurff mumm pluffh munnf" they both muttered through their cleave gags, wriggling and squirming, hands tied behind them resting on pert backsides,legs tied above the knees as well as the ankles, both unhappy at the recent turn of events that now found them in a state of semi naked undress.

Not long ago they had been standing with their kit bags in their smart blue WAAF uniforms. The pretty red head had identified herself as Katya Polawska, her equally attractive blonde compatriot as Anna Wodjik to the woman in the jeep and female RAF uniform, who had come to meet them. Neither would have climbed on board if they had known the woman claiming to be Joanna Sziemanski was in fact a German agent who had stripped,tied and gagged the real Joanna.
It was only when they had stopped and been jumped in a quiet lane that they realised they might be in trouble. Then they had been relieved of their uniforms, shoes and slips and had found themselves in the current uncertain predicament, being taken whose knows where.