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These kind of formal occasions were always special, particularly in the commonwealth an excuse for Pomp and dressing up and for Louisa Moreau and the 3 other women in the tack room adjoining the stables, it was a chance for them to show their stuff. The Four women looked smart in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police's dress uniforms, the tan boots gauntlets and cross belts, complimented the scarlet tunics, blue breeches with wide yellow stripe down each leg and the fawn colour wide brimmed hat that sat upon their heads, as they made those small quirky adjustments to their uniforms.
However the four women sat on the floor in black opaque pantyhose and tight long line red thermal briefs and matching vest over the top of their normal underwear, would have probably had something to say about that, but for the fact that that their mouths were full of the woolen socks they had worn inside their now stolen boots and held in place by the wide micro foam tape, smoothed over glossy moist lips. "Mmmppppfff Grrrrfff Mmm" was the only noise they could make, hands bound in front of them resting in their crotches, all sat side by side. The "real" Mounties had all been trussed up helplessly tight and gagged, having ben taken captive and forced to undress at gunpoint to their underwear and pantyhose, the ropes around ankles, calves and thighs as unrelenting as those around their waist and under each woman's full, firm bust, more turns around the shoulders pushing the ample breast of each captive into prominence, hardened nipples showing through as they all struggled futilely against these bonds.
Their discomfort was compounded by the fact that their rather ruthless captors had not only jumped them an hour ago and forced them to disrobe. but had gagged them with their own thick woollen socks and added crotch roping, which now pulled up into the cotton or lace panties and sheer nylons they wore beneath the thick pantyhose and thermals that they wore, as the impostors now finished disguising themselves in the fit, pretty Mountie girls clothing, whilst they watched. One by one were dragged into the equipment store, where cloths soaked in chloroform were administered as additional gags tied over mouths and noses so as they would stay unconscious for the main part of the visit, the 2 pretty young blondes, sexy red headed sergeant and a gorgeous brunette Mountie girls all stripped, gagged, bound and replaced were then locked away hidden from prying eyes and in an artificially induced sleep in the underclothes.
However the four women sat on the floor in black opaque pantyhose and tight long line red thermal briefs and matching vest over the top of their normal underwear, would have probably had something to say about that, but for the fact that that their mouths were full of the woolen socks they had worn inside their now stolen boots and held in place by the wide micro foam tape, smoothed over glossy moist lips. "Mmmppppfff Grrrrfff Mmm" was the only noise they could make, hands bound in front of them resting in their crotches, all sat side by side. The "real" Mounties had all been trussed up helplessly tight and gagged, having ben taken captive and forced to undress at gunpoint to their underwear and pantyhose, the ropes around ankles, calves and thighs as unrelenting as those around their waist and under each woman's full, firm bust, more turns around the shoulders pushing the ample breast of each captive into prominence, hardened nipples showing through as they all struggled futilely against these bonds.
Their discomfort was compounded by the fact that their rather ruthless captors had not only jumped them an hour ago and forced them to disrobe. but had gagged them with their own thick woollen socks and added crotch roping, which now pulled up into the cotton or lace panties and sheer nylons they wore beneath the thick pantyhose and thermals that they wore, as the impostors now finished disguising themselves in the fit, pretty Mountie girls clothing, whilst they watched. One by one were dragged into the equipment store, where cloths soaked in chloroform were administered as additional gags tied over mouths and noses so as they would stay unconscious for the main part of the visit, the 2 pretty young blondes, sexy red headed sergeant and a gorgeous brunette Mountie girls all stripped, gagged, bound and replaced were then locked away hidden from prying eyes and in an artificially induced sleep in the underclothes.
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Aw so cosy in all those undies and hose! Red thermals suit the mountains so well.