Air Displays
by Lord-Storm,
The sounds of muffled MMUMPHING noises were being emitted from the 8 nubile teenage young ladies now tied up in sheer black pantyhose and various tight and tasteful cotton or lace bra's and panties. After ordering the frightened uniformed girls and their Cadet officer to undress the stripping was done quite quickly and methodically, as each of the captors chose a girls uniform to wear and then proceeded to help relieve them of the Royal Air Force blue clothing. The pretty young cadets were to scared to resist and as each girl stripped they handed the pieces of their uniforms to one of the captors. Some of the girls sobbed whilst others looked helplessly at each other. Two of the older cadets, a red head called Mandy Bates and a Blonde corporal April Jones had received special attention due to both girls stunning looks and tight clothes, so had been stripped, double quick and were already in their dark nylon pantyhose, Mandy wore a black lace camisole with red trim and April was displaying Pink floral print bra and matching panties beneath her hose.
As a girl was stripped down to her undies, both arms were pulled behind their backs and a cable tie secured their wrist. A number of the former cadets were already sat on chairs and were being tied around ankles and above the knees. More rope around their slender waist pinned the girls arms and were then looped to the chair backs, this was repeated under and above their bust. Rope across firm nylon clad thighs looped under the chair seat held each girl in place. Some girls complained about the bonds others sobbed, but began to cease as they watched Corporal April and Mandy have balled up sports socks stuffed in their mouths until each girls cheeks bulged and then overlapping pieces of tape were pressed into place reducing their protest to a quiet murmur this process was repeated until all 8 girls sat mewling helplessly.
The impostors now stripped off to reveal their own dark hose and underwear and began redressing in the stolen uniforms. Meanwhile Flt Lt Michelle Barton had been watching mortified as she saw what was happening to her girls. She had already been divested of her clothes. Reluctantly she had removed the blue cap, then her tunic,tie and blouse to reveal her dark blue bra with lace cups and a small white bow in the middle, she had then unzipped her uniform skirt, placing her thumbs in the waistband and sliding it down over slender hips, exposing a red silky half slip, that was slid down shapely legs to reveal a matching hi waist was-pie garter belt and panties that matched her bra.
The garter straps clung tightly to the lacy top seamed sheer black stockings she wore. Her replacement who had bigger feet elected not to remove Michelle,s shiny black heels, unlike the removal of the cadets parade shoes.
Michelle now stood bound tightly to an upright beam,tied at ankle,calf and thighs.
Although she had been secured under her cleavage and around her shoulders to the beam, as well as at her midriff, the Flt Ltn's arms had been cinch tied in front of her at the elbows along with both wrist. When another piece of rope was wound around her waist and
under her crotch from back to front then secured to her wrist bindings she realised why,if she struggled to escape then she would be placed in an rather strange and very awkward situation.
As the replacement cadets finished dressing the sounds of cadets could be heard.
" MURM HUURF PHMM" and "MUMPPHH RURF MMMURPH HUMPH" as the rustle and swish of ropes and nylon pantyhose rubbing together as they struggled in their unyielding bonds. Finally the girls chairs were pulled into pairs back to back and further turns run around each set of girls to prevent further movement. A length of cord beneath each chair pulled legs under seats securing the sets of girls ankles together.
" Lets quiet them down a little" said the groups leader and large pieces of white linen cloth were tied over the tape gagged cadets mouths and tied behind their necks which completely obscured the bottom half of the pretty faces and further muffled any calls for
help.
As the impostors left in their disguises they only gave a fleeting glance to the bound and gagged young ladies encased in underwear and silky smooth dark gossamer,the muffled protest and writhing bodies barely noticeable.
Air Displays
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Air displays II The story begins
Beginnings
The small mini-bus pulled up to the RAF base gates and the door opened to allow the woman in the Air force blue tunic, cap and skirt, with Flight Lt. epaulettes to exit, before she climbed back on with 2 RAF guards who began to count the young teenage girls dressed in
the uniforms of female air cadets.
"I make it eight" the first guard announced.
" That's what i make it" confirmed " plus one female officer" he continued.
Ticking his sheet, he saluted the female officer and waved the minibus through, before writing on his clipboard, confirmed arrival of girls of 2130 squadron Air Training Corp.
8x female cadets age 16 to 18 yrs
1x female officer
1x male driver
Unfortunately the girls of 2130 squadron ATC had in reality not arrived and neither had their officer, on account of the fact that at that moment they were being held captive by an armed gang.
But our adventure had started 48 hours before with the disappearance of another young woman in a costume, a woman who had a small,but important roll in the events that were about to unfold.
Her name is Claudia Wells and thanks to her father Claudia was about to have an eventful and uncomfortable night.
Claudia was the 23 year old daughter of Bryan Wells the owner of a private hire coach company and lived at home with her parents. Tonight she had gone to a social meeting and had elected to take a cab home.
A car pulled to the kerb and the woman driver called out "Miss Wells I've been sent to collect you".
Re-assured by the presence of a female driver Claudia climbed into the back of the car and buckled up. The Driver observed the attractive young woman in the rear of the vehicle, a tight thigh length, figure-hugging pink dress, White knee high stiletto heeled boots and elbow length white satin gloves, a small clutch bag held tightly in her lap, and a fine
pair of shapely thighs encased in smooth dark tan nylon hose.
From her ears were small pear shaped earrings and a matching necklace hung around her slender neck reaching down to her ample young bosom. A piece of pink lace held her shoulder length hair back tied in a bow, all this the driver took in rapidly and carefully and she drove her passenger to her destination.
A phone rang in Bryan Wells home, it was quite late and Claudia hadn't arrived home and his wife had begun to worry, the voice on the end of the phone advised him to collect a package on his drive and follow the instructions. Bryan collected the package and with some trepidation opened it, inside was a DVD disc with the instruction to play it.
The image of a young woman appeared, Bryan recognized his daughter immediately only she was not dressed as he remembered when she had left the house. She was now sat in a studio setting on a metal chair. Claudia's was clad in a pretty light pink lace up corset and
matching briefs, her shapely legs in silky tan pantyhose, now exposed from firm backside to the knees, where they met the top of the white stiletto boots.
Rope held the booted legs at ankle and calf and her gloved hands were tied tightly behind her back.Several turns passed around an hourglass figure at the waist, which had been looped to the wrist bindings, pulling her arms to her body.Over her mouth a large piece
of micro foam tape outlined her lips and held in wading to gag her.
As he watched his scantily clad daughter squirm and mewl, a distorted voice told him if he did as instructed she would be released, then the film ended. the phone rang again and a voice told him where to go to get his next set of instructions, " don't call the police if you want your girl back " the voice informed him........
The girls all piled onto the mini-bus dressed in the uniforms of Air cadets, all but one of them were between 17 and 18 only pretty dark haired Jessica Hall was 17 but due to turn 18 in 2 days. Each girl had their hair tidy beneath RAF blue berets, they each wore ribbed
crew neck sweaters over light blue blouses, a black tie at their swan like throats. Each girl wore a matching blue skirt, which fell above the knees, where shapely young legs clad in smooth dark pantyhose poked out of the hem, all the way into shiny lace up black parade shoes, they really did look prim and smart in their uniforms. Each girl carried a folded blue rain jacket and small bag with bare essentials such as spare hose.
Flight Lt. Michelle Barton stood counting her pretty young charges on board. An very attractive slender woman of 41, she looked both smart and sexy in her uniform of Air Force blue, her dark shoulder length hair falling on the collar of a tunic not a sweater and black slip on heels and peaked cap the only difference in uniform. After all the girls were sat down in pairs, she climbed on the mini bus and it was only then that Bryan Wells eyes noticed the dark seam going down the back of the black nylon legs, this was certainly going to be an interesting journey.
The large space was a hive of activity, though there was nobody to see, what to all intents and purposes was a perfectly ordinary scene except for the fact that the casual observer might ask quite what a group of female air cadets and their officer were doing in quite a secluded place, as they piled onto the minibus.
A look inside the large corrugated building being padlocked now would have provided the answers, for inside, it contained the " real occupants of the minibus who had been bought here and were somewhat helpless and incapacitated.
Less then 2 hours ago they had been travelling north to their destination when the driver Bryan Wells had pulled over claiming a problem with the bus. A van had pulled up and from inside two hooded individuals had then approached Bryan and Flt Lt Barton, who had exited to check the bus. Moments later both had climbed back on board only with the strangers who were wielding hand guns and the minibus began its journey again. One of the hooded figures sat next to the officer, pressing the gun into her ribs lightly, whilst the other, wearing dark shades, looked down at the 8 pretty cadets who now sat quietly subdued. Bryan made a left turn, where he stopped gain behind a truck in a quiet pull in and they were joined by another 8 more hooded figures and the girls were ordered to sit in single file, a dark clad figure sat on the aisle side pushing themselves tight against each captive.
As the minibus moved again several of the girls noticed roaming hands were slipping inside skirts and gripping their dark nylon clad thighs. Melanie Parker an 18 year old blonde, her hair in a bun, felt a hand slip inside her skirts waistband so did Jessica, as the captors felt the smooth gossamer, gently caressing the curve of the firm buttocks through hose and cotton panties, before hands were withdrawn.
Now all 8 pretty young ladies sat secured on uncomfortable metal chairs stripped of all but their underwear and silky smooth dark nylon pantyhose. Having arrived at this location, they had all been ushered inside, where the hooded captors had revealed themselves all to be female In the room stood 4 more women and eight chairs, as well as two large wooden tables stacked with rope, cloth strips, roles of tape and the girls knew they were in trouble.
Flt Lt Barton was ordered to strip and the girls told to do likewise. As they all began to reluctantly undress, some of the more eager captors began to assist them, in divesting them of their uniforms, some of the girls sobbed quietly, as other women carefully collected the clothes from each individual girl.
Once all the captives had been relieved of their berets, uniforms and parade shoes, the hooded women set about the task of making sure their guest stayed put.
Beginnings
The small mini-bus pulled up to the RAF base gates and the door opened to allow the woman in the Air force blue tunic, cap and skirt, with Flight Lt. epaulettes to exit, before she climbed back on with 2 RAF guards who began to count the young teenage girls dressed in
the uniforms of female air cadets.
"I make it eight" the first guard announced.
" That's what i make it" confirmed " plus one female officer" he continued.
Ticking his sheet, he saluted the female officer and waved the minibus through, before writing on his clipboard, confirmed arrival of girls of 2130 squadron Air Training Corp.
8x female cadets age 16 to 18 yrs
1x female officer
1x male driver
Unfortunately the girls of 2130 squadron ATC had in reality not arrived and neither had their officer, on account of the fact that at that moment they were being held captive by an armed gang.
But our adventure had started 48 hours before with the disappearance of another young woman in a costume, a woman who had a small,but important roll in the events that were about to unfold.
Her name is Claudia Wells and thanks to her father Claudia was about to have an eventful and uncomfortable night.
Claudia was the 23 year old daughter of Bryan Wells the owner of a private hire coach company and lived at home with her parents. Tonight she had gone to a social meeting and had elected to take a cab home.
A car pulled to the kerb and the woman driver called out "Miss Wells I've been sent to collect you".
Re-assured by the presence of a female driver Claudia climbed into the back of the car and buckled up. The Driver observed the attractive young woman in the rear of the vehicle, a tight thigh length, figure-hugging pink dress, White knee high stiletto heeled boots and elbow length white satin gloves, a small clutch bag held tightly in her lap, and a fine
pair of shapely thighs encased in smooth dark tan nylon hose.
From her ears were small pear shaped earrings and a matching necklace hung around her slender neck reaching down to her ample young bosom. A piece of pink lace held her shoulder length hair back tied in a bow, all this the driver took in rapidly and carefully and she drove her passenger to her destination.
A phone rang in Bryan Wells home, it was quite late and Claudia hadn't arrived home and his wife had begun to worry, the voice on the end of the phone advised him to collect a package on his drive and follow the instructions. Bryan collected the package and with some trepidation opened it, inside was a DVD disc with the instruction to play it.
The image of a young woman appeared, Bryan recognized his daughter immediately only she was not dressed as he remembered when she had left the house. She was now sat in a studio setting on a metal chair. Claudia's was clad in a pretty light pink lace up corset and
matching briefs, her shapely legs in silky tan pantyhose, now exposed from firm backside to the knees, where they met the top of the white stiletto boots.
Rope held the booted legs at ankle and calf and her gloved hands were tied tightly behind her back.Several turns passed around an hourglass figure at the waist, which had been looped to the wrist bindings, pulling her arms to her body.Over her mouth a large piece
of micro foam tape outlined her lips and held in wading to gag her.
As he watched his scantily clad daughter squirm and mewl, a distorted voice told him if he did as instructed she would be released, then the film ended. the phone rang again and a voice told him where to go to get his next set of instructions, " don't call the police if you want your girl back " the voice informed him........
The girls all piled onto the mini-bus dressed in the uniforms of Air cadets, all but one of them were between 17 and 18 only pretty dark haired Jessica Hall was 17 but due to turn 18 in 2 days. Each girl had their hair tidy beneath RAF blue berets, they each wore ribbed
crew neck sweaters over light blue blouses, a black tie at their swan like throats. Each girl wore a matching blue skirt, which fell above the knees, where shapely young legs clad in smooth dark pantyhose poked out of the hem, all the way into shiny lace up black parade shoes, they really did look prim and smart in their uniforms. Each girl carried a folded blue rain jacket and small bag with bare essentials such as spare hose.
Flight Lt. Michelle Barton stood counting her pretty young charges on board. An very attractive slender woman of 41, she looked both smart and sexy in her uniform of Air Force blue, her dark shoulder length hair falling on the collar of a tunic not a sweater and black slip on heels and peaked cap the only difference in uniform. After all the girls were sat down in pairs, she climbed on the mini bus and it was only then that Bryan Wells eyes noticed the dark seam going down the back of the black nylon legs, this was certainly going to be an interesting journey.
The large space was a hive of activity, though there was nobody to see, what to all intents and purposes was a perfectly ordinary scene except for the fact that the casual observer might ask quite what a group of female air cadets and their officer were doing in quite a secluded place, as they piled onto the minibus.
A look inside the large corrugated building being padlocked now would have provided the answers, for inside, it contained the " real occupants of the minibus who had been bought here and were somewhat helpless and incapacitated.
Less then 2 hours ago they had been travelling north to their destination when the driver Bryan Wells had pulled over claiming a problem with the bus. A van had pulled up and from inside two hooded individuals had then approached Bryan and Flt Lt Barton, who had exited to check the bus. Moments later both had climbed back on board only with the strangers who were wielding hand guns and the minibus began its journey again. One of the hooded figures sat next to the officer, pressing the gun into her ribs lightly, whilst the other, wearing dark shades, looked down at the 8 pretty cadets who now sat quietly subdued. Bryan made a left turn, where he stopped gain behind a truck in a quiet pull in and they were joined by another 8 more hooded figures and the girls were ordered to sit in single file, a dark clad figure sat on the aisle side pushing themselves tight against each captive.
As the minibus moved again several of the girls noticed roaming hands were slipping inside skirts and gripping their dark nylon clad thighs. Melanie Parker an 18 year old blonde, her hair in a bun, felt a hand slip inside her skirts waistband so did Jessica, as the captors felt the smooth gossamer, gently caressing the curve of the firm buttocks through hose and cotton panties, before hands were withdrawn.
Now all 8 pretty young ladies sat secured on uncomfortable metal chairs stripped of all but their underwear and silky smooth dark nylon pantyhose. Having arrived at this location, they had all been ushered inside, where the hooded captors had revealed themselves all to be female In the room stood 4 more women and eight chairs, as well as two large wooden tables stacked with rope, cloth strips, roles of tape and the girls knew they were in trouble.
Flt Lt Barton was ordered to strip and the girls told to do likewise. As they all began to reluctantly undress, some of the more eager captors began to assist them, in divesting them of their uniforms, some of the girls sobbed quietly, as other women carefully collected the clothes from each individual girl.
Once all the captives had been relieved of their berets, uniforms and parade shoes, the hooded women set about the task of making sure their guest stayed put.
