A Princess Restrained
While Alexandra lay bound and gagged on the carpet at the hotel, the beautiful Princess Melany was in a similar predicament, miles away. After leaving Alexandra in the hotel room, the princess' captors had wasted no time making away with their prize. Hoisted over the shoulder of one of the men, the princess heard one of her captors address the woman with the gun.
"Miss Simone, we've got the laundry basket ready."
"No names, you fool", came the hissed reply. "Put her in."
As she was unceremoniously dumped into the laundry hamper, the princess wondered if knowing the name of her captor (and was it a first name? A last name?) would do her any good at all. Piles of sheets and towels were dumped on top of her, and she felt strong hands rudely stuff the linen around and above her. The princess was a spunky, athletic girl, but the tape confined her so well that she soon gave up struggling, and settled for finding a position that would allow her to breathe. In moments, the kidnappers had wheeled her into the garage, and tossed their captive into the back of a van. Melany squirmed to turn around to see if anyone was observing her kidnapping, but all she saw were the cold eyes of the woman known as Simone.
"Just hold still, my royal beauty. There's no one in this garage, and no one is coming to help you." The woman reached in and took hold of some canvas straps mounted to the floor. She pulled the princess' bound legs toward her, and used the straps to buckle her in place. She repeated the process with another strap which was fastened about Melany's torso. The helpless girl was now secured firmly in place.
"That should hold you. Unless you'd like some of my men to go to work on you right now, I'd advise you to keep still." Like I could do anything else, thought Melany. The princess glared over her gagged mouth at the woman. As her captor leaned over , the princess quietly moved her bound feet. The woman failed to notice that, behind her back, the princess was slippping off her shoes. The soft cloth slippers slid quietly onto the floor of the garage, and to the princess' relief evaded the notice of her captors. As the door of the van was slammed shut, the princess gave a despairing sigh. Her shoes wouldn't be much of a clue, but it had been the best she could do. She could only hope, now, that someone would find them.
A Rescue Attempt
When Alexandra awoke, it was dark and cold. She quickly noted, though, that much of the coldness was due to the fact that her clothes were gone! She was unbound, and her mind raced to recall the details. She knew that the male kidnapper had returned, and he and the woman had spoken in low tones about their plans. Then, the choloroform pad had been applied a second time, and Alexandra had lost consciousness. Now, as she regained her senses, her stirring brought a voice to her ears.
"OK, sleeping beauty, you're awake now." It was the harsh voice of the man who had kidnapped her. Still groggy, Alexandra scrambled to try and cover herself. "Don't worry, blondie. My years in this business have taught me never to mix business with pleasure. We've got your clothes just so you won't get any ideas about running away. Now, we've got a few questions for you. Co-operate, and you can stay untied for a few more minutes. Give me any grief, and you can try answering them hanging upside down by your ankles." Even though Alexandra couldn't see their faces, sit was plain that her captors would have no hesitation to do as they threatened. Though it went against all her journalistic instincts, Alexandra decided that she'd better share what little information she had with these two. Who knows, she thought, maybe if I point them in the right direction, they'll blunder right into Captain Crane's investigation, and who'd have the last laugh then? Alexandra drew up her courage, sat upright, and said, "What do you want to know?"
The hot bath had felt good. Prisoner though she might be, Melany had to admit that being allowed to bathe and shampoo made her plight seem somewhat less dire. After all, if it was ransom they wanted, her father would surely pay. And why else would they want her clean and refreshed unless to show him that she hadn't been harmed? By now, the last of the glue from the duct tape had been washed from her body, and her long, dark hair was free of the sticky goo, as well. They had left her some thick towels, but her clothes had been taken away. All that remained was a skimpy negligee which appeared to be her size. With no other options, Menaly donned the flimsy garment, and sat at the side of the bed, combing out her now-dried hair. She gazed around the windowless room. The locks on the door wouldn't give (she had tried that immediately), and now she could do nothing but wait. Suddenly, someone was unlocking the door. It opened, and in stepped two tanned, athletic women, carrying a canvas sack.
"All right, sweetcheeks, time for your publicity pictures." Melany noticed that one of the women carried an expensive-looking camera. "We want daddy to know just how we're taking care of his little princess." Just as Melany had expected-they would let Daddy know she was safe. The woman's face broke into a disturbing leer. "I'll bet he's never seen you like this." And, with that, the woman reached into the canvas sack, and drew out a set of what looked like straps, or belts. Before the startled princess could react, her arms were seized and dragged behind her. "Wait.. what.." she sputtered. "Aaaaaaggghhh!" The pain in her shoulders was wrenching. One woman held her arms closely together, while the other confined her wrists in a set of leather cuffs. The buckle was fastened, and Melany's wrists were helplessly imprisoned.
"Let go of me!" screamed the princess. "Help!"
Her captors laughed. "Yell all you want, honey. There's no one to hear you, anyway, and it will make it that much more fun to shut that pretty mouth of yours later!"
Melany felt her arms yanked up farther behind her; her long hair fell in a curtain over her face, as she tried to raise her head to see what was being done to her. Leather straps were now being used to bind her ankles together. One woman held her up by her arms as the other applied more restraints to her legs. In a few moments, the princess' naked thighs had also been strapped together, and her balance was even more precarious. She moaned and tried to break free. For her pains, all she got was more jeers from her captors, and her arms were stretched even farther as she felt something fastened to the cuffs on her wrists. They were hauled up behind her, and evidently attached to something in the ceiling. The two women stepped back and admired their handiwork.
"Now, your highness, you make quite a pretty picture for daddy, don't you-why, you've fallen right out of that revealing piece of nothing you were wearing." Melany burned with shame, but wouldn't give her captors the satisfaction of tears. One woman snapped pictures, making sure to highlight the princess' exposed cleavage. The other again picked up the canvas sack, this time retrieving a contraption that consisted of an arrangement of straps sewn together, with a bright red ball in the center. Melany stared in horror.
"First time with one of these, I suppose? Well, your so-called highness, this is called a trainer, and it's just the thing for keeping unruly little slave girls quiet and well-behaved. Don't worry-we've still got a few pictures left in the camera." And, with that, the woman approached Melany. She knew it was futile, but the princess struggled mightily. Strung up as she was, though, she had no room to maneuver. The first woman reached to the princess' head, and slowly, insolently, took fistful of the girl's hair and pulled her head up. Now, Melany was bent almost double, and she gladly opened her mouth to accept the ball if it meant they would just let go of her head. A moment later, she almost regretted that, as she tasted the stale rubbery flavor of the gag going into her mouth. The woman held her head up by the hair with one hand, while her strong fingers worked the ball deeper between the princess' teeth. Melany feared she would choke as the gag was wedged farther in. Finally, the ball settled into place behind her teeth, and the girl was able to breathe. Her head was released as the woman reached for the straps on the gag. Melany slumped in her bonds, defeated, and felt the woman's brutal fingers pulling the strap arrangement around her head. Buckles were fastened, and the gag in her mouth actually seemed to ease slightly, just enough to allow for more regular breathing. She barely noticed the tugging as her hair caught in the buckle. All she knew was that she was now having her picture taken in the most humiliating posture she could have ever imagined: suspended, gagged, nearly naked. Her family would be shamed. Finally, the suspension was removed from her wrist cuffs, and she collapsed to the floor. She lay, exhausted, still tightly bound and gagged, as the two women jeered again, turned out the light, and locked her in again. Now, the tears came.
"OK, blondie, that tells me a lot." Alexandra's story of her capture, and the princess' abduction, hadn't seemed long on details to her, but it certainly seemed to give this man information he needed. "This sounds like one of Simone's jobs. I have a pretty good idea where she'll have taken the princess, and what she'll do with her. As for that big-busted cop, I don't think we need to worry about her finding you, after all." He spoke to the woman: "Tie her up and gag her. I have to make a call to my contact with Simone's organization. I think I can plan a little surprise party for her."
The woman approached Alexandra with what appeared to be a coil of rope. "I think you may find this more comfortable than my special kidnap cords we used before. Don't struggle, and I won't have to hurt you." Alexandra swallowed, and let her eyes wander to the pile of her clothes. "Sorry, honey, but I think we can count on your co-operation better this way. Now, hands behind your back." With little choice, Alexandra obeyed. The woman took what Alexandra could now see were different lengths of soft white clothesline and sat down beside the girl on the couch. She made Alexandra lean forward, and crossed her wrists. The clothesline then snaked around and between them as the woman cinched it tight. Not brutally, Alexandra thought, but very securely. Once her wrists were tied together, the woman bound a length of line around them, and tied it twice around Alexandra's waist. When she pulled it tight, Alexandra's wrists were cinched against the back of her waist. She certainly felt as helpless as she had ever been, but the woman was clearly not yet done. Next, she encircled Alexandra's upper body with more of the clothesline, and wrapped it several turns above and below her breasts. When pulled tight, it showed the plucky reporter just how much more helpless it was possible to be.
"Nearly done, sweetie" giggled the woman. From a pocket, she produced the red ballgag she had forced on Alexandra earlier. "Open up, blondie". Alexandra thought of resisting, but remembering the ease with which the woman could seize her hair and force the gag on her, she decided she had no choice. Alexandra opened her mouth, and the woman firmly placed the ball against her teeth.
"Wider", she snapped, and pushed on the ball. Alexandra felt her jaws would crack as she opened her mouth wider to accommodate the gag. Finally, it seemed to settle in place, and the woman again fastened it behind her captive's head. Next, the woman threw Alexandra forward on the couch, and drew her legs up behind her. With quick, practiced movements, she soon had the blond reporter's ankles bound to her wrists. She snickered wickedly at the girl: "In my line of work, we call this a hogtie."
"In my line of work, we call this a felony"
Alexandra and her captor looked up. Standing in the doorway, hands on hips, was Captain Cynthia Crane. "Untie the girl now!" The woman reached behind Alexandra, as if to undo her bonds, then sprang across the room to where a gun lay on a table. She was less than halfway there when the policewoman grabbed a fisftul of her clothing and tossed her across the room. The woman landed in a heap. Snarling, she flew at Captain Crane, but the tall redhead coolly sidestepped, and landed a punch squarely in her right eye. The kidnapper sprawled in front of the sofa where Alexandra still lay hogtied and gagged.
"Now, as I was saying, untie the girl and give her back her clothes now!" Captain Cynthia Crane drew her own gun, and struck her most commanding pose. She continued smugly, "In future, if you want to avoid being caught, you really ought to be careful where you leave used chloroform-soaked pads lying around." She smiled down at the two women before her, and noticed something strange. Alexandra, who had lain quietly throughout the fight now was thrashing wildly, attempting to scream through her gag. Cynthia Crane could make nothing out of the muffled humms and buzzing sounds coming from the reporter's gagged mouth, and the kidnapper, instead of cowering like a cornered criminal, was looking over the policewoman's shoulder.
"Okay, Red" came a voice from behind her, "we'll try to be more careful in the future." Before she could move, Cynthia felt the cold barrel of a gun laid against the back of her head. "Now, drop the gun." The statuesque police captain hesitated, but realized that even her martial arts skills were insufficient to defeat the gun at her head. She let the gun slip from her fingers. The female kidnapper scooped it up, and shook it, snarling in Cynthia's face. "You'll pay for this black eye, bitch!" She seized a fistful of the flaming red tresses, and shook Cynthia's head painfully. "You'll pay!"
The man laughed. "Too bad, cop; you shouldn't have made her mad-she has quite a temper."
"What have you done to that girl, you monster?" With her head still firmly in the woman's grasp, Cynthia did her best to nod toward Alexandra.
"Don't worry, sister, I learned a long time ago not to mix business with pleasure. We just wanted to be sure she didn't get any ideas about running out on us. Speaking of ideas, though, you've just given me one." He turned to his partner. "I'd bet we could make good use of a police captain's uniform to get on the trail of the princess. Let's take hers."
Now, Cynthia Crane snarled "You bastard." The man just laughed. The woman took her gun and sat next to Alexandra. "You'll do as he says, Red, or this little cutie will get hurt. Now, strip!"
With three pairs of eyes on her, the tall redhead reluctantly began undoing her tunic. Alexandra's eyes began to burn with tears of frustration-rescue had been so close, but Captain Crane had been arrogant, and had underestimated her foes. The man's eyes coolly appraised the form being revealed to him.
"Man," he said, "after an afternoon of watching this, the wife's going to get it but good tonight." The third pair of eyes, that of the woman Captain Crane had beaten up, were coldly blazing. She didn't speak, but the daggers in her gaze were plain.
In moments, Captain Cynthia Crane stood naked before her captors. Her demeanor was defiant, her head high, glossy auburn hair cascading over her naked shoulders and magnificent breasts.
"Good, good" smiled the man. "Now, cop lady, let's see if we can't make you and the little lady comfortable." He bent down and removed the cuffs and keys from the uniform belt. "Hands behind your back." Cynthia obeyed, and the man cuffed her wrists together behind her, forcing her breasts into even greater prominence. The woman leered.
"You know, this might be fun. I've never had a cop to play with before."
"We don't have all day," her partner responded.
"I know, I know. Just give me a few minutes here, and we'll hold off on the real fun until we get back."
The man laughed. "Go ahead."
"Okay, cop," the woman practically spit the words, "It's time to shut that big mouth of yours." She bent down to the pile of discarded clothes, and retrieved the policewoman's panties. In her other hand, she already held the panties they had removed from Alexandra. "Okay, cop--- open up." Cynthia Crane hesitated, but one look at the man coolly holding a gun on Alexandra persuaded her. She parted her soft red lips, and opened her mouth. Gleefully, the woman stuffed Cynthia's own panties into the helpless policewoman's mouth. Her fingers pushed and probed, forcing the soiled cloth between her captive's fine white teeth. Cynthia didn't try to resist, but she couldn't help emitting a grunt of discomfort. "How's it taste, bitch?" The woman sneered. When she had satisfied herself that Cynthia's panties were as far in as they would go, she proceeded to add Alexandra's, stuffing them in on top. Now, the captive policewoman feared she would choke, but she had no choice but to endure the humiliating gagging. Still the woman continued to stuff her captive's mouth, until at last Cynthia's mouth was full. The woman then produced a scarf and walked behind Cynthia. The policewoman saw the man watching her, and made no attempt to expel the packing in her mouth. She felt the woman run fingers through the silk of her hair.
"MMMMmmmm". She inhaled the scent of her captive's long locks. "I must say, an evening spent playing with you will be something to look forward to." She closed her fist around the soft hair, and yanked cruelly. She released Cynthia's hair, and jammed the scarf deep into her mouth. The woman pulled it brutally tight, and Cynthia grunted again as the panties were pushed farther between her teeth. She felt the scarf encircle her head; it was pulled tightly over her hair and knotted twice. The woman then stepped in front of her captive again, looking at her with gloating pleasure.
"I think we should leave these two cuties together until we get back." The man unbound Alexandra's legs and arms, evidently sensing what his partner wished to do to the two women. The blond reporter could barely move them at this point, and could not resist when they were drawn in front of her. Meanwhile, the woman had uncuffed Captain Crane, and was steering her, gagged and at gunpoint, over to the couch.
"Okay, ladies", said the man, "let's see a nice hug." The captives were at a loss until the two kidnappers took their wrists and pulled them behind each other's backs. With a vicious yank, the two women found themselves face to face, as close as a slow dance. Alexandra felt the policewoman's wrists being pulled together and cuffed just above her butt. Her own wrists were fastened with cord at Cynthia's firm buttocks. The two gagged women tried to look reassuringly at each other, but it was a strain to move their heads back far enough. The man gave a laugh, and pushed them both onto the couch. Now, lengths of the white clothesline were wrapped around their torsos and their legs, binding them into a helpless embrace. When they were done, the two kidnappers regarded their captives.
"Now, don't you ladies go anywhere. We'll be back before you know it."
"That's right," snarled the woman, "I'm not done with you by any means!" With that, the two kidnappers departed, locking and bolting the door, and leaving Alexandra and Captain Crane securely gagged, and bound in a helpless embrace.
OK, get it? We've got two competing groups of kidnappers at work here. Please don't get confused yet, OK? This is the easy part. The confusing stuff comes later.