Chapter fifteen
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i. I'm Debbie Sinclair,' Debbie offered as the car came to a halt in front of her, and the young woman emerged. 'We've been robbed. Someone stole our car and most of our clothes,' she continued, giving the story they had agreed on to account for why they were running around in the freezing cold in only their bras and panties.The woman seemed thoughtful for a minute.
'Can you give us a lift back into town,' Rommy offered. 'Preferably to the police headquarters.'
Alyssa Baxter fingered the gun in the rear pocket of her denims. Her worries that these three were somehow linked to the missing computer virus began to disappear. She wanted to laugh. Whoever had robbed them must have some sense of humour, stripping them and leaving them in the cold in their underwear. Reflecting on her options, Alyssa decided that she wouldn't spoil the joke. She would leave them here. Taking them back to town would only slow her up. And she hardly wanted contact with the police.
'I don't think so,' she said after a second.
For a moment, the three near-naked women seemed unsure what she meant. Then, one of them spoke. 'I'm Mia Lampton,' she said. 'Please, it's very urgent. You have to take me to the police.'
Shit, Alyssa thought. So the little bitch hadn't been pretending that she wasn't Lampton. Still, that meant nothing. Alyssa still intended to get even with her. But at least the real Mia Lampton had fallen into her hands.
'That's different,' Alyssa said. And she produced the gun.
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ebecca Carpenter sat helpless in a chair in the Lesalle mansion. Out of the window, she could see that dusk had begun to settle. She wondered where Amy and Debbie were. Part of her wanted them to return: in the hope that they would see her and send for the police. The rest of her feared that they would end up tied up and gagged as she was. After a while, the man sitting in the chair opposite her got up and left. Immediately, Becky struggled with her bonds, grimacing as the rope bit into her wrists, knees and elbows. The hemline of the borrowed dress already showed an embarrassing amount of leg, and with each movement she made, the dress wriggled up further, until it threatened to reveal more than just her legs. To her disgust, none of the ropes gave even a millimetre. And almost immediately the man returned, flipping open the tab on a can of beer. Becky recalled that there had only been one in the fridge when they arrived. Had there been more she wouldn't have gone into town and she wouldn't be in her current predicament. The large man sat down opposite her once more and took a slurp from the can. He pretended not to look at his bound and gagged victim. But she could see him making surreptitious glances at her exposed legs. The way that she was sitting, and the way that he was looking meant that he could see up her dress. Becky tried desperately to wriggle the garment back down over the top of her thighs. But she failed. Even though she wore wool pantyhose, she knew that he could see the crotch of her panties.She reddened with embarrassment as the man continued to stare.
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ebbie shuddered when she saw the gun in the young woman hands. She was young, petite and very sexy, dressed in a large white woollen sweater and tight blue denims. With the gun in hand she looked vicious.'Now,' the woman said. 'I am afraid that I'm going to have to tie you up. Although I've got plenty of rope in my car, it's there and we're here and I'm sure that you've noticed that you outnumber me. So we'll just have to improvise.'
The three women looked puzzled at this announcement. It wasn't long, however, before elucidation appeared.
'You,' the woman said in the direction of Debbie. 'Take your bra off.'
'W-w-what?' Debbie stammered. She had spent a lot of the day topless. And now she had her breasts covered, she wanted to keep it that way, however flimsy the bra seemed in the chill air, and even though it belonged to somebody else and had previously been used as a gag.
'It wasn't a request, blondie,' the woman said. 'In fact, all three of you take your bras off. NOW.'
She waved the gun forcefully in a way that left no doubt as to her intentions.
Debbie reached behind her back and unclipped the borrowed black bra. Was there no end to the day's humiliations?
Next to her, Mia Lampton also reached behind her back and unhooked her white bra with its seamless cups and shrugged it off. Further down the line, Rommy did the same.
Debbie's nipples had hardly been anything other than erect since she and the others had taken the first step out into the cold air. But now, without even the flimsy covering of the borrowed bra to cover them, they pushed outwards with an unusual ferocity. She looked right towards her two companions. They too, like Debbie, had on only tiny panties and their nipples were likewise aroused by the cold air.
Alyssa Baxter stood back and gave the three of them a long lingering look.
'Okay, you, blondie,' she said to Debbie, 'toss me your bra.'
Debbie threw her bra over to Alyssa who let it drop on to the ground.
'Now, you,' she said to Mia Lampton, 'use your bra to tie blondie's wrists behind her back.'
Debbie watched Mia walk over towards her, her bare breasts bouncing slightly as she did so. The trainee lawyer placed her hands behind her back and felt Mia tie them.
'Now you,' she said to Rommy,' tie her wrists behind her with your bra.'
Rommy did as she was told, fastening Mia's hands behind her.
'No, pick that bra up and hand it to me,' Alyssa ordered.
Rommy stopped to pick up the bra from the ground. Her breasts dangled downwards as she did so. She passed the bra to Alyssa.
'Now turn and out your wrists together behind your back.'
Rommy complied and felt her wrists tied tightly.
'That's better,' Alyssa commented, evidently more relaxed. She pocketed the gun and went over to the trunk of her car. Debbie watched as she opened it and then took out a ball of twine and a small knife.
'You, blondie, come here,' she ordered. 'Your friends can stay put.'
Debbie walked over to the car, conscious of her own bobbing breasts.
'Turn around.'
Debbie turned. She felt sore, thin painful cord, circle her arms just above her elbows. Alyssa worked at the ends until her elbows met agonisingly behind her back and then knotted it off and cut the fastening from the ball.
'Ouch, that hurts.'
'So?' Alyssa said, monosyllabically.
'But, you didn't have to tie it so tightly.'
There was a moment's silence.
'No,' said Alyssa, ' I didn't have to. 'But I wanted to.'
Debbie felt the cold of the knife against her wrists and the bra holding them sliced away. With her elbows tied, Debbie was helpless. But Alyssa tied her wrists expertly, nevertheless.
'Now you,' she said to Mia.
Five minutes later the three women stood side by side in just their panties. Each had her wrists and elbow tied behind her and her breasts thrust out in consequence. Each was shivering. Their bras lay in pieces on the ground.
Alyssa once again looked them up and down. All three shuddered under her gaze. Not only were they topless but also the cold air moulded their flimsy panties to their pubic mounds.
'There,' Alyssa said appreciatively. 'Three naked prisoners.'
Her eyes lowered and then swept across the line, taking in three pairs of panties glued to goose-pimpled loins.
'Did I say naked, girls,' she chided. 'Did I say naked when the three of you are still wearing those tiny panties? Well, call that a prediction rather than a statement. After all, I am afraid that I have use for those panties of yours.'
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Debbie's panties and began to shimmy them over her hips.
'You can't,' blurted, Debbie.
'Oh, but I can, Blondie,' she said, pulling the tiny black, borrowed garment from around Debbie's ankles. 'And you know what I've always said. Panties are best when they're shared.'
Alyssa took a roll of tape from the trunk of her car and went over to Mia Lampton. 'Open wide,' she ordered.
Mia clamped her lips closed. But a sharp pinch of her right, erect nipple got her to open up. Alyssa then stuffed the panties into the scientist's mouth, like the seasoned pro she was becoming. Then, she tore off a large piece of tape and pressed it over Mia's lips. Mia retched. She was now the third possessor of the panties. Rommy had worn them and then been gagged with them. Debbie had worn them next. Now it was Mia's turn to be gagged with them. Mia's thoughts were hijacked, however, when Alyssa Baxter began to ease her panties over her hips and down her long thighs.
Alyssa didn't even bother to tell Rommy to open her mouth. Instead, she just pinched her nipple. Rommy also retched as the tiny panties were pushed into her mouth. Alyssa now tore off more tape and used it to complete the gag.
'One to go,' Alyssa said ruefully. She pulled off Rommy's panties; then went back to Debbie, who, rather than have her nipple pinched, opened her mouth without bidding. Alyssa laughed at this, and then stuffed the panties in and secured them with Debbie's bra. Then she pinched her nipple anyway.
'There, as I said,' Alyssa continued. 'Three naked, and rather quieter women.' She went to the left-hand side of her car and opened the rear door. 'Now all of you, get in,' she ordered.
Debbie got in first, sliding over to the right side. The leather set felt strange against her bare bottom. Mia got in next. She sat carefully so that her bare right thigh was a couple of inches from Debbie's left.
Her avoidance of intimacy was short-lived. As Rommy began to slide in, Alyssa gave her a sharp push. Soon all three women were scrunched up, so that Debbie could feel the skin of Mia's leg in close contact with her own.
Alyssa slammed the rear door and then climbed into the front seat. She looked over her shoulder at the row of three taped mouths and six erect nipples on three thrust-out pairs of breasts and smiled. She picked up her cell and began to punch in her father's number.
Suddenly Alyssa felt exposed. Anyone who drove by wouldn't fail to notice three naked women tied up in the rear of the automobile. Turning off the phone, she twisted the key in the ignition and started off. A hundred yards or so up the road, she saw the turning she wanted. There, she took a sharp right just a little too fast and watched in the rear-view mirror as the three naked and bound women crushed into each other as she did so, their breasts bobbing with sideways gravity. Half a mile later they drew up outside the Laselle house. Then, Alyssa picked up her cell phone again.
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ow could it be? There was no one in the climbing lodge, absolutely no one. Just a pile of discarded rope and cloth. Melinda grimaced. Somehow, Mia Lampton, her main trump card, twenty-five million dollars worth of trump card had managed to escape. Escape it had to be. Had it been rescue, the place would have been swarming with police. Had someone else purloined them, the rope would not be lying on the floor.Melinda thought carefully. Where could they have gone? She had stripped the bitch, the one whom darling Paul was fucking, naked. And Lampton was wearing only her bra and panties. So they couldn't have gone far. Not in this weather. Not now night was approaching. And they wouldn't have gone over country would they. They would have gone back to the road. And, after that, they would have gone towards town. If only she'd driven up that way . . . if only.
Still angry with herself, Melinda went back to her car.
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he relief that Isla Lewis felt as Joe cut though the rope crushing her elbows together was tremendous. As her shoulders began to go back into something like their normal posture, Isla felt Joe cut through the wrist rope as well. Gingerly, she brought her hands around front and rubbed her chaffed skin.'The shower's through that door,' Joe mumbled, pointing to the entrance to the bathroom. 'I'll wait outside the room till you're ready.' He stooped and gathered her pantyhose and the remains of her tights form the floor. Then he looked back at Isla, fixing her at the centre of her bra-covered breasts. 'Those too.'
Isla groaned. 'Can't I have some privacy?'
'No. Get them off.'
'I'll get a towel.'
Isla turned to move towards the bathroom. But before she had taken a pace, Joe grabbed her arm and twisted her back round so that she was facing him.
'I'm not playing about.'
He let her go roughly. Isla managed the best expression of contempt she could under the circumstances, and then fished behind her back, fumbling for the clasp of her bra. In seconds her breasts were uncovered. Squeezing one arm across her breasts in a statement of protection, she handed the garment to Joe.
The large man's eyes now fell to the triangle of cloth encasing her pubic mound.
'Those too,' he barked.
Isla tired to keep herself covered but failed. She had to move her hand from her breasts to get her panties off. So she pulled them off quickly and handed them to him, turning her back as she did. Presenting him with a full view of her bottom, she marched to the bathroom. As she slammed its door behind her, she heard the outer door shut as well.
The scene had already begun to haunt her.
There was something about the way he had looked at her, that filled her with panic.
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ia Lampton felt all breasts. She sat naked in the middle of the rear seat of am automobile, the seat cold and slimy beneath her bare bottom and thighs. Her arms were behind her, tied together not just at the wrist, but at the elbow too; so that her shoulders were contorted and her chest thrust out. Sitting like that, she was quite unable to rest her back properly against the seat back. The captives on her left and right were as naked as she was and tied identically. And they were all squashed together so that bare hips and shoulders pressed against hers on both sides. In the front of the car, their captor was making a call on her cell phone.'I've got her, Daddy,' the woman was saying. 'Mia Lampton. Yea . . . she was telling the truth. It was a case of mistaken identity. Yea, I found the real Lampton running around the hills in a pair of yellow panties with two other women. Yea, they were all nearly naked. They say someone robbed and stripped them. . . . No, I don't believe them either. Yea, I'll find out. . . . No, it changes nothing. I've still got a score to settle.'
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acqueline Kilmour was angry. Things had begun to get out of hand. She had lost Lampton. She still hadn't got the disk. And now, she knew she would have Maxwell Patton breathing down her neck. At least she had Romelia Parsons. That was one bonus. She visualised the bound and naked woman in the trunk of the automobile. Dr Parsons was a very nice bonus indeed. Hoping that Amelia Lesalle was even half as good looking as Rommy Parsons, Kilmour put her foot down on the gas.______________________________________________________________________
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lyssa Baxter listed furiously into her cell phone as her father altered her plans. 'No,' he said assertively. 'It's too risky. Bring the real Lampton back here. I'll get on to Morgan and tell him to follow with the other woman, whoever she is. If you want your revenge with her, you can have it after dinner. Lampton is too important to risk losing.''But, Daddy,' she blurted out. But it was too late. She heard her father cradle the 'phone.
She turned around and looked at the row of three anxious, gagged faces. 'Looks like you're going to meet my father sooner than I intended,' she said.
She stabbed angrily at the ignition and started the car. As she sped out of the drive way, she didn't see the car coming straight at her.
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acqueline Kilmour swerved as soon as the car came into vision. She missed it narrowly and then fought to keep control of her own vehicle. She managed to, but only just, and went into a spin when she hit the forecourt of the Lesalle house. Behind her she saw the other automobile grind to a halt and a young woman leap out. As she pulled to a stop she saw that the woman had a gun in her hand. As if by instinct Kilmour reached for her own gun and took up a defensive position watching as the young woman came towards her. Then, behind her she heard a male voice.'Drop the gun,' it said. 'Or I'll shoot.'
Kilmour let the gun fall from her fingers and then stood there, her arms out but not quite up, as the younger woman came towards her. She was a moppet, not more than twenty, with a streak of blond hair, and a shapely figure accentuated by tight jeans and a clinging sweater. Kilmour all but licked her lips.
'I guess we'd better search her,' the moppet declared reaching out, tugging at the zip faster at the neck of her lather body suit, and lowering it far enough to reveal the strand between the cups of her black bra.
'Don't touch me,' Kilmour spat.
'No?' the woman retorted. As if in defiance, she lowered the zip the rest of the way until Kilmour's navel was exposed and the woman could see most of her bra and the top of her matching black panties.
The response was instantaneous, Kilmour's hand shot out and grasped the woman's gun hand and twisted. The pistol flew up into the air and landed some feet away. Kilmour was just about to snap the wrist, when the man behind her pressed his own firearm in the nape of her neck.
'Let her go,' he growled.
The woman brushed herself down ceremoniously and then slapped Kilmour's face hard.
'Just for that,' she snarled. 'We'll have everything off. And I mean everything.'
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acqueline Kilmour growled as she pulled off her first boot. With the man behind her and the woman in front of her, there was no way that she was going get the better of them. Still, her moment would come.The second black leather knee-high boot joined the first and Kilmour pulled off her socks before beginning to wind herself out of the leather body suit. Beneath it she wore very little -- just a black bra and a matching pair of diminutive black panties. The bra was an underwired thirty-four D. The panties were high-cut; but otherwise plain. She shivered in the cold.
'Hey, are those all yours?' Alyssa Baxter smirked, pointing at Kilmour's breasts.
Kilmour was not amused. As soon as the roles were reversed, the moppet would suffer.
'Let's see, shall we,' Alyssa said. 'Lose the bra.'
She waved her gun imperiously. Kilmour took no notice. It was the gun behind her that made her strip to order. Not the gun the moppet held. She'd disarm her in a second. Kilmour reached behind her back and fumbled for the catch of her bra. When that was unfastened, she took the bra off and added it to the pile of clothes in front of her.
'Panties as well,' Alyssa ordered.
Jacqueline Kilmour offered no argument. She wriggled out of her panties and stood there nude. Then, she parted her legs defiantly and put her hands on her hips. 'Satisfied?' she barked.
'Yes,' Alyssa said, somewhat taken aback. 'Turn around and put your hands behind you, palm to palm.'
Kilmour did as she was told and felt her wrist bound and the fastening cinched. Then rope dragged her elbows together and bound those. Alyssa pulled savagely on the rope before snatching up Kilmour's panties from the ground.
'Turn back round. That big mouth of your need stopping up,' she said, regaining her composure.
Kilmour turned. Alyssa stuffed Kilmour's black panties into her mouth, adding a sock for luck and then tying all in with the taller woman's discarded bra.
Suddenly, Alyssa seemed distracted.
'They're escaping,' she blurted. 'Go after them, Morgan.'
Kilmour heard movement behind her. She spun around to see Morgan move away from her. For a big man, he was moving fast. As Kilmour's eyes moved in the direction of his departure, she saw three naked women running up the hill. Their wrists and elbows were cinched tightly behind their backs. And, although she couldn't be sure, she thought that she could see gag ties across the backs of their heads.
Cute, Kilmour thought.
The women had escaped from both rear doors of the crashed car, and the one in the middle was slightly behind. Kilmour watched as the young woman's eyes followed the large man as he moved towards her. She's an amateur, she thought. When she was sure that Alyssa was distracted, she struck.
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