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Minibus

by oggbashan ©
Copyright Oggbashan December 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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Why was I turned on by nurses' uniforms? I had been all my adult life and now my mild fetish had got me into real trouble.

Mind, the uniform had to be real. The short "sexy" nurse's outfits sold by sex shops did nothing for me. But a real nurse's uniform dress never failed. It helped if the nurse was young and attractive but I felt a warm feeling for any woman in nurse's uniform no matter how old or plain.

I had time to analyse my liking now. Possibly all the time I had left before I died. That might be very soon.

Back to the beginning. I was driving a hired minibus back to Dover. I'd responded to a plea from my friend Alec who'd rung me from Calais. He'd been bringing some schoolk**s back from a day out in France when their minibus had been hit by a truck inside the port. The minibus was temporarily disabled and so was Alec. His wife, who was the other adult with the small group, didn't drive.

I'd gone by train to Dover, collected a hire minibus there, and taken the group home. Now all I had to do was drive to Dover, return the minibus, cross to Calais, collect Alec's repaired minibus, load it on the ferry and drive it home. Simple. If only it had been.

But nurses' uniforms got in the way. I'd just left the M2, turned on to the A2 and there they were. Four nurses in blue uniforms hitching a lift. I thought that four of them wouldn't fit in an ordinary car but I had an empty minibus. On the A2 the only place they could be going was Dover. So was I. Without thinking I pulled over. My groin was ruling my head.

They came to the side of the minibus. I got out and went round to the side loading door.

"Going to Dover?" one said. She was tall, blonde, about 35 and her uniform enhanced her chest measurements.

"Yes. Hop in" I replied, sliding the door open. I didn't really notice the odd things about the group. Each was carrying a large backpack and they all wore bright red headscarves. It was a windy day so I thought the headscarves might be an optional part of their uniform. The last odd item was a folding wheelchair. No matter - it fitted in easily. I climbed back in the driver's seat and set off for Dover. We'd be there in half an hour.

"So why are you going to Dover?" I asked.

The blonde who'd spoken before answered:

"It's part of a charity raising event for our hospital. We're all student nurses and we've been sponsored to get as far as we can in a day. We've come from Nottingham. I'm Janet by the way."

"I'm Paul."

"Hello Paul."

I didn't register that they were all rather mature to be student nurses and that her accent was London, not Nottingham. I was too busy glancing in the rear view mirror to look at four nurses' uniforms. Despite myself I was getting an erection.

Janet leaned over the seat to talk to me. We discussed the weather, how far it was to Dover - those sort of innocuous things. I even told them about Alec and the minibus being repaired in Calais. The minibus was about halfway to Dover when there was a cry of distress from the back. I looked in the mirror and Janet turned round.

"What's up?" I asked.

A voice came from the back. "It's Sonia. She's dropped a contact lens."

Janet turned back to me. "Could you pull into the next lay-by please. We don't want to tread on her lens."

"OK. There's one in about half a mile."

I pulled into the lay-by. It was one I usually avoided because it looped off and was shielded from the A2 by trees. It was a favourite dumping ground for joy-riders. I wasn't too concerned because it was daylight and I had four nurses with me. I trusted nurses. I stopped the minibus and turned the engine off. I turned round to see four blue skirted bottoms waggling in between the minibus's seats. My erection became painful.

Janet's face came up close to me.

"Paul? Could you help please. It might have rolled close to the door. If you could open it carefully ..."

"Of course." I said.

I got out, went round to the side door and opened it slowly. Janet was watching the inside of the door as it opened.

"It's not there, Paul. Can you see under the seats?"

I looked in, getting a real eyeful of black nylon covered legs. I saw a glint of glass across the other side of the minibus.

"There it is!"

The girls tried to reach it but there wasn't room for them to bend down from a sitting position.

"We can't reach it," said Janet "Can you, Paul?" She climbed out beside me loosening her headscarf.

I reached across lying flat on my face. The nurses lifted their legs out of the way. With the lens in sight I actually ignored the flashes of panties above me. I reached out ...

They fell on me! Knees crashed into the small of my back flattening me to the carpet. Janet grabbed my ankles and lashed them together with her scarf. My hands were pulled behind me and tied tightly. Janet pulled me backwards. As my knees hit the tarmac my chest hit the step emptying my lungs. My head was held and a wadded scarf pushed hard into my mouth. Another scarf dragged it deep inside and was knotted tight behind my head. I grunted into the gag but little sound came out.

"OK girls! We've got him. Now let's get things looking as we planned." Janet ordered. "Sonia - You change the numberplates. I'll get the disguise out. Lott - Get up front."

I watched impotently as they moved purposefully. Janet and the fourth nurse so far unnamed hauled me up on to a seat. The fourth nurse held me in a bear hug while Janet tied my ankle bonds to the seat frame. She produced a handful of black stockings and tights. One pair of tights was wound round my waist and knotted. My wrists were untied and pulled in front of me before being retied to the tights knotted round my waist. A stocking looped through my elbows pulled them back and my hands hard into my stomach. Sonia climbed back into the minibus.

"So far so good," approved Janet "What's next?"

"The corset." Sonia produced a long black corset from her backpack.

"Oh yes. Hold still Paul!"

I had no intention of holding still but tied as I was I couldn't resist as the three women wrapped the corset around me, zipped and hooked it up. It was heavily boned and forced me to sit very straight. It pulled my arms even harder against me and was so tight that I had to pant for breath through my nose. I was panicking that I wouldn't be able to breathe. Janet noticed my distress.

"Calm down Paul. Breathe slowly and deeply. That's it! We're not going to harm you. We just want to borrow this minibus for a while, don't we girls?"

The girls agreed with her. I relaxed slightly but I was still worried. Why did they want a minibus? Why not hire one instead of k**napping me and stealing one? They had obviously planned their actions. What would they do with me?

Sonia brought another item from her pack. It looked like a long straight black dress.

"Stand up, Paul!" Janet ordered. I didn't. I sat still.

Janet produced a workman's knife from the pocket of her dress. She slid the blade out and held it in front of my eyes.

"If you don't do as you are told you will get cut. We don't mind bandaging you up. We're all trained nurses."

I stood up with difficulty. Sonia pulled the dress down over me. It fell beyond my feet. She zipped it up at the back and hooked up the collar. I was covered right up to my chin. She tied another pair of tights round my waist and fed the legs through the seat cushions. Finally she threw another voluminous black garment over my head. Janet helped her arrange it carefully. It was a burqah. I had a small viewing panel in front of my eyes. In the driver's mirror I could see that I was totally concealed.

"Sit down, Paul." said Janet. I sat and the tights' legs were tied through the seat's cushion to the frame. I could lean forward, or from side to side but that was it. Even that was denied me. Janet fastened the safety belt across me and pulled it tight. She sat beside me with her knife pressed against my side. She had retracted the blade but that was small comfort.

"Now, Paul. You keep absolutely still and pretend to be a veiled woman while we go where we want to go. OK?"

I nodded and realised that even that movement was difficult because of the high collar of the dress.

"Right, Lott. We're fixed back here."

Lott started the engine and drove off. We rejoined the A2 and continued towards Dover. Soon we turned off. I was trying to follow where we were going until Janet lifted the burqah and blindfolded me with another scarf. I still tried to work out where they were going by following the turns but they drove for at least half an hour. If they had driven directly to where they were going and it was near Dover it shouldn't have taken that long so they'd been driving around to confuse me.

The minibus stopped. I heard a gate being opened and shut behind us. We were on an unmade road for at least a mile. We stopped again and the engine was switched off.

"Get the chair." I heard Janet say. I was released from the ties holding me to the seat. My feet were lifted on to the seat. I was slid out of the minibus. Strong hands carried me and put me down in the wheelchair. My legs and waist were tied to it. It was pushed across gravel then pulled backwards up two steps. I heard it trundling across bare floorboards. It sounded like an empty house. We turned into a room and stopped.

"Put him on the bed" said Janet. "Fix him to it like the other."

I didn't like the sound of that. Who was the other?

I was untied from the chair, pushed into a standing position and the burqah was lifted off. The dress was unhooked, unzipped and pulled up over my head. I was shuffled across the room and sat on the edge of a bed. I was pushed back on to it, my legs roughly pulled up and I felt fingers and hands on my trousers. I was quickly stripped of trousers and underpants which were pulled down to my tied ankles. I felt nylon slide around my knees and wrench tight. My ankles were untied. I tried to kick but too many hands held my legs as my socks, shoes, trousers and pants were pulled off. A soft cuff clamped round each ankle and I heard two metallic clicks. A rattle followed by another click. I tried to move my feet. I could separate them a little.

The corset was removed. That was bliss. That corset had been the worst part of being restrained. It had cut into my arms and hands and it had been completely unforgiving. Every time I drew breath it had forced my lungs shut again. I could now breathe freer even though I was still tightly gagged.

My elbows were untied, and my hands. I tried to struggle as soft cuffs encircled my wrists but it seemed as if there were four hands to each of mine. My arms were pulled above my head. Two more clicks as they were secured. Finally the tights around my knees and waist were undone.

My shirt was unbuttoned. It and my vest were pulled up and one arm at a time was released from the cuff to let my clothes be pulled off. I was now completely naked except for my gag and blindfold. Despite myself the frequent handling by female hands and the contact with nurses' uniform had made me fully erect.

"Look at that!" said someone. "I'd like to use that. Shame we're going to be too busy."

A hand stroked across my erection softly.

"It won't go to waste. The watcher can have it. Come on. Let's get moving."

I heard footsteps leaving the room yet I sensed that someone was still there. I tested my bonds but they were firm. A hand stroked my chest. I flinched.

"Don't worry, Paul. I'm here to look after you."

It was a voice I hadn't heard before. A lilting Welsh accent that seemed concerned about me. Despite myself I started to cry into my blindfold. The sobs shook my body but no sound came through the efficient gag.

"Don't cry, Paul." Her hands stroked my shoulders. They were gentle and calming. "We've got what we want. It's only a question of time before we're done and you can go."

I believed her. Why? I don't know. Maybe it was the Welsh accent that reminded me of a girl in my distant past that had been really kind.

"Now, Paul, there's one thing I can do for you straight away."

I felt her climb on to the bed beside me. Her dress brushed against my skin. A leg slid over my body and she straddled me.

"Are you ready, Paul?"

Her hand grasped my erection and squeezed it gently before stroking it. I gasped into my gag. She slid me into her pussy and her hands pressed my shoulders. She rode me firmly but gently. As I got closer and closer I could barely breathe. I was suffocating with the gag filling my mouth. I panted through my nose but I wasn't getting enough air. I could feel my face reddening from lack of air. I had to breathe but her gently insistent pussy was driving me faster and faster. She stopped. Just like that. She stopped.

"You can't breathe, can you Paul? If I carry on I'd kill you, wouldn't I?"

I nodded weakly.

"We can't have that. I don't want to kill you. I want to enjoy you."

She leant forward pressing her uniform covered breasts against my naked chest. Her hands sought the knot holding my gag in place. Her fingers fumbled behind my head to undo the knot. The scarf came off. She eased the wet wadded scarf out of my mouth. I gasped for air and panted.

"Now, Paul. I've been good to you. Don't yell for help. There isn't any. We're a long way from anywhere so no one can hear you except the others. That would get me into trouble with them and you would be gagged again. You don't want to get me into trouble, do you?"

I shook my head.

"Good! And you won't make a noise, will you?"

I shook my head again.

"So - we can continue where we left off."

Her pussy contracted around me. Her hands wandered over my chest as she rode me harder and harder. In spite of my promise I started to groan as I came nearer to coming. Her hand covered my mouth at the final moment as I shot everything I had inside her warm pulsating grip.

"I'll forgive you this time, Paul but be quieter next time, please."

"I'll try," I whispered "but you are so good."

"I'm glad you liked my efforts, Paul. Now we have dealt with the immediate need is there anything else you'd like?"

"I'd like to go to the toilet, please?"

"Front or back?" came the matter-of-fact response.

"Front."

"That's easy. You stay there and keep quiet. I'll be back in a moment."

She lifted herself off me and I heard her heels click across the floor, a door open and close followed by the same sounds in reverse as she returned.

"OK Paul. I have a male bottle here. Just let it go."

I let go. She left again. On her return she sat beside me on the bed.

"Since you have behaved and not made a noise, I had a word with the others. They have decided that I can take your blindfold off. You've seen us anyway and you will have no idea where you are - so ..." She untied the blindfold and pulled it off.

My eyes blinked at the sudden light. They focused on her.

"Well, Paul? What do you think of me?"

I looked at her. She had black hair cut just above her shoulders and curling inwards. Her face was heart-shaped, not pretty but attractive. She had acceptable breasts and a slim waist over very nice legs. Her fingers were long and slim and free of rings. I'd put her slightly over 30 but not far. She was not the sort of woman that you'd push out of bed!

"I like what I see. You are a very attractive and talented woman."

"Thank you for "attractive" but you've only experienced one talent. You might change your mind."

"I don't think so. What's your name? I have names for the others but not for you."

"You can call me Bronwen. It's not my name."

"OK Bronwen. What happens now?"

"That depends. Janet will decide."

As if on cue, Janet came in.

"What are you calling yourself?" This was to Bronwen.

"Bronwen."

"It'll do. Now, Paul. We have borrowed your mobile phone and your credit card. Apparently you have been told that Alec's minibus won't be ready for a few more days. You've extended the hire of the minibus, left messages from the minibus hire company to tell Alec and your employers saying that you're in France for a few days. Everyone is happy with that explanation. So - no one will be looking for you or for the minibus. You'll have to be our guest for a few days."

"A few days! You can't keep me tied up for a few days!"

"We can. We'll leave - er - Bronwen to look after you. When we have finished what we need to do we'll set you free. I don't think anyone will believe that you were a*****ed by some nurses and kept tied up. It's too far fetched. You won't have any marks or bruises or any evidence to prove your story. Even if you try to describe us, we're just four women. You can't describe how we're dressed because we're all wearing nurses' uniform. How would anyone find five women somewhere in England?"

I saw her point. Although all four were reasonably attractive women none had any distinguishing features. No scars, tattoos, birthmarks - whatever might be under their black tights and blue dresses I hadn't seen anything.

"If you co-operate with Bronwen and don't give her or us any trouble you'll be free with the loss of a few days out of your life and the cost of a few days minibus hire. If not - well Bronwen cried about what we did to the other one."

"What other one?" I asked.

"The one that made it necessary for us to have a minibus. If he'd been as sensible as you we wouldn't have hurt him. But he wasn't sensible and we had to get nasty. Bronwen didn't like that, did you Bronwen?"

"No. I didn't. You were too rough." said Bronwen

"We weren't. We could have been harder on him. Now, Paul will you agree to stay here with Bronwen and do what she tells you?"

"Or what?" I asked.

"If you don't agree, you'll have to come with us, gagged, blindfolded, trussed in that corset and hidden in the burqah. You'd find it very painful because we couldn't release you for three or four days. We might have to prevent you hearing anything as well. Earphones glued in your ears playing continuous music would do. We haven't got a great choice. There's only the tapes left in the minibus. I think there's Hammond Organ hits and Hawaiian Guitar."

"I agree to stay with Bronwen. I couldn't stand three days of that sort of music."

"A wise choice." said Janet. "OK. We'll be leaving in a few minutes. Don't try to persuade Bronwen to set you free. She can't. I've got the keys. You'll have to please Bronwen to get fed and looked after. If you don't she could starve you until we get back. You know what to do, Bronwen. You can amuse yourself and him how you like but don't let him get free and don't give him any marks that show. Apart from that - have fun!"

Janet left. Bronwen kissed me on the cheek.

"Stay there, Paul. I'll get us something to eat." Bronwen left the room.

I looked carefully around me. I was in a large room. From its dimensions and details it looked Victorian but if there had been an old fireplace it had been ripped out leaving the builder's opening. The walls were painted cream discoloured with age. There was a large sash window obscured by white distemper. A bare light bulb hung from a fabric-covered flex but from the paraffin lamp on a rickety chest of drawers it looked as if the power was off. The bed I was attached to was a very solid double with iron railings at head and foot. My ankle cuffs - lined with a soft material - were joined by a short chain to a swivel link. That link was attached to another short chain which was padlocked to the central rail at the foot of the bed. That rail was at least 75mm thick and solid. I pulled my feet hard and there was no give in that rail at all. My arms were spread out and the soft lined handcuffs were clamped round the extreme rails of the bedhead. Again they were 75mm thick. They didn't move either. I had to face it. I was chained to this bed until Janet got back. The only good point was that it was a comfortable bed. The mattress was firm and it had a fitted white satin sheet which felt sensuous against my bare skin. The pillows were also covered in white satin. The only other item of furniture was a solid old armchair with short wooden legs. A duvet in a blue satin cover was d****d over it. The floor was bare tongued and grooved boards.

Bronwen came back in carrying a tray. She balanced it on the chest of drawers. She left the room and returned with a triangular pillow like those used for bedridden old ladies. She slid it behind me and between us we managed to sit me up on it. It wasn't a very comfortable position because the chain at the foot of the bed was pulled tight and my arms were stretched out behind me.

"Right, Paul. We'll have a few ground rules. I'm going to feed you. If your mouth is full, shake your head slightly. If you are ready for more, just open your mouth. If the food is too hot or something else is wrong shut your eyes tight. I'll stop feeding you. OK?"

"Yes. That seems OK, Bronwen."

"First, some chicken soup. I've tried some so it shouldn't be too hot."

It wasn't. It was very good. Not like packet soup. As she fed me Bronwen held my head against her breast. Her weight on my arm was painful but her breast was the right combination of soft and firm. When I'd finished the soup Bronwen wiped my mouth with some kitchen roll.

"Now it's a mild chilli-con-carne."

Again it was good. If I was going to be fed to this standard even if it was sloppy food I might enjoy the meals at least.

"Finally some sherry trifle."

Wow! I thought. That trifle was better than many I'd eaten in so called "good" restaurants.

"Did you enjoy that?" Bronwen asked.

"It was delicious. If you are the cook I need to think about proposing to you."

She laughed. "I know I'm a good cook. You don't know anything else about me." Her face changed "You don't want to know too much about me. If you learn too much we can't let you free. We can talk about anything you like except anything that will give you a clue about my real identity or that of any of the others. That would be really dangerous for you and for us. I'm serious. Don't try to find out."

"OK - Bronwen." I emphasised the "Bronwen" to show that I knew it wasn't her real name but was the name I'd stick to.

"Good boy!" She stroked my cheek. "Now what would you like to drink? There's not a great choice. I can't give you a hot drink such as tea or coffee because it's too dangerous. You can have cola, orange juice, tap water, mineral water or beer. We even have some wine for the evenings."

"Tap water, please."

"OK." Bronwen left. I heard a clanking that told me that the "tap water" was being pumped from a well. I filed that piece of information away with the others. No power. Empty Victorian house at end of long unmade road entered via a gate. Two steps to entrance. Boarded floor. Water from a well.

Bronwen fed me the water. More information. It was hard water, not soft. That didn't help much. Most of East Kent had hard water.

"I've got things to do now, Paul. I won't be far away so I'll come if you call me." She removed the triangular pillow and lowered my shoulders to the bed. She fetched the duvet and covered me with it.

"Thank you for the meal, Bronwen." I said.

"See you soon. Don't go away." She left. With nothing to look at I thought hard about what had happened to me. If only I hadn't liked nurses' uniforms! Still berating myself I drifted into a fitful doze.

When I came to again it was nearly dark. Bronwen was lighting the paraffin lamp.

"Awake are we?"

"Yes. I think so."

"You've slept for several hours. I popped in from time to time to see how you were but left you to sleep. Do you need the toilet again?"

As soon as she mentioned it I knew I did. She repeated the performance with the bottle as if she'd been doing it for years. I had the impression that "Bronwen" at least was a real nurse. I thought that the others were too. They hadn't said a word out of that character. If they were real nurses what were they doing k**napping me to borrow a minibus?

"It's nearly time for bed. You've got the only bed in the house so I'm sharing with you."

Bronwen crossed the room to the paraffin lamp and blew it out. The room was almost totally dark. She kicked her shoes off and climbed on to the bed beside me still fully clothed. She settled her head against my shoulder and said "Good Night". She was asleep in minutes.

I was frustrated. There I was, manacled to the bed with an attractive nurse sleeping on my shoulder and I couldn't do a thing about it. I lay there fuming until she rolled over flinging her arm across me. She stirred in her sleep and pulled herself further up the bed. The duvet slid to the floor. Now her arm was across my face and mouth. I moved my head and my nose landed in her armpit! It smelt - well it wasn't bad. The cotton dress held a slight tang of deodorant and fresh female sweat. The curve of her breast was pressed against my cheek. I began to enjoy it. I was the helpless prisoner of a sleeping woman who was snuggling my face in her armpit. It gave me - it gave me an erection.

I found out that I'd been set up. She heaved herself on to me and wrapped her arms about my head forcing it between her uniform clothed breasts. Bronwen hadn't been asleep at all!

She lifted herself up and I heard her undo some buttons. She flopped down again and my face was cradled between bra-clad breasts. I licked as much of them as I could reach. Her weight pressed down on me as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. I had naked breasts to lick, nibble and suckle. After a few minutes of tender loving her nipples were fully erect. A hand went behind my head as a breast was pressed full into my mouth. It went in so far that I gagged on it. It retreated slightly then I felt her weight again. She'd pulled her bra behind my head and fastened it again! How she did it I don't know. Perhaps normally she had it on the tightest hooks and now it was on the loosest. However she'd done it - I was clamped to her breast and unable to move away. She settled down on me with a contented sigh. I gulped. If she stayed like that I'd have difficulty breathing. Her hands moved down my sides stroking them as they went. My erection was between her knees and her hands cradled it. That transferred more of her weight to my face. Now I was in trouble. Part of her soft breast was covering my nostrils. I couldn't breathe at all! I bit lightly on her breast as a signal.

"OK. OK. I'll let you out. Spoilsport!"

She unhooked her bra just as I was passing out from lack of air.

As I gasped she complained "Why can't men hold their breath?"

I couldn't answer. I was too busy replenishing my lungs. My breathing had eased off to a more normal rate when Bronwen's mouth covered mine. Her tongue slid in. We kissed.

She lifted herself up from me. I couldn't see but sensed her breasts swinging above me. Her hips moved as she pulled my cock deep inside her.

"Now Paul," she said "Just lie there and let me do the work."

She did. I'd never been milked before. She wanted what I had and she made sure she got it. Tied as I was I couldn't help but she didn't need help. The first time had been enjoyable once I could breathe. This time she put me through it. Before I finally came she'd taken me to the brink and back again half a dozen times at least. However she'd learnt her skills she was a mistress of them. When it was all over I was shattered yet she'd "done the work"!

She let herself drop forward on my chest dr****g her breasts across me. I was still held inside her as she went to sleep.

The light was just creeping through the windows when I woke up. Bronwen was riding me again! I could see her shape but no details.

As my eyes opened she pulled her uniform dress over her breasts.

"No peeking!"

In the half-light I couldn't have seen much. Yet it would have been nice to see her breasts instead of just feeling and tasting them.

Bronwen rode me as she had before. Despite her movements which brought me again and again to the edge something was nagging in my brain. Bronwen drove the thought away as she let me finally come. As I relaxed I sensed her fastening her bra and buttoning up her uniform dress. What was that thought?

I was still inside Bronwen feeling happy. Who wouldn't? I drifted back to sleep as the thought faded again.

When I next woke it was broad daylight. Bronwen was gone. I was alone under the duvet which was firmly tucked in to the sides of the bed. I could hear the pump clanking in the distance.

I half dozed until Bronwen returned bearing breakfast of scrambled eggs, tomatoes, toast and tea. She fed me. We talked about me. I tried to learn something about her but she warned me that it would be too dangerous for me if she answered my questions.

I wanted the toilet but the bottle wouldn't do. Bronwen arranged it as efficiently as if I was in a hospital bed. Afterwards she gave me a blanket bath. That was painful. She slapped my cock with the wet flannel every time it started to rise.

"You can do that only when I want it!" she said firmly. "Otherwise it gets slapped down. Clear?"

I nodded, wincing as the flannel hit me again.

"I'm going to leave you for a couple of hours. I will be within call if you want me. Don't call unless you have to or that ..." she pointed at my flaccid cock "... will be sorry. I can do worse things than hit it with a wet flannel!"

"Yes, Bronwen" I said. She left me.

As soon as she'd gone the nagging thought returned. It was over an hour before I realised what it was. Bronwen had covered her breasts even when there was only a slight chance that I might see them. There must be something about them that would give me a clue to her identity. But what? It couldn't be a malformation otherwise my lips would have found it. I'd licked and sucked both breasts very thoroughly. It must be visible therefore it must either be a tattoo or a birthmark. A tattoo was much more likely.

I dozed until Bronwen returned with a cup of coffee. After she helped me drink it I risked a question.

"Bronwen. What happened to the other?"

She looked worried.

"I'm not going to tell you. I wasn't pleasant."

"So what will happen to me?"

"Janet told you. If everything works out, we'll let you go. You won't be able to identify us and no one is likely to believe you anyway. Stop worrying. I'm here to look after you while they're gone. As long as you behave you should be OK."

She leant forward and kissed my forehead. I tried to peek down her front but her uniform dress was buttoned up too high. She noticed and tapped my face.

"Naughty! You shouldn't try to peek!"

"But you are well worth peeking at. You can cook as well. You've got a good job with qualifications. You are a woman worth knowing."

I laid it on but it was all true. Whatever the others were, Bronwen was a nurse. If I'd met her socially I would have been attracted and interested.

"I don't want you "knowing" too much about me, Paul. That sort of knowledge could hurt you."

The rest of the day passed quietly. Bronwen cooked lunch and dinner. Both were great meals. As it grew dark she slid into bed beside me. Whatever she'd been doing during the day it had been an effort. She was tired out. She'd still managed to shower and change into a clean uniform. How? If the water came from a well by pump and there was no power - how had she showered? Another puzzle for me to solve. I drifted off to sleep held in her arms.

In the middle of the night Bronwen woke me up by stroking my face with her breasts. That sort of alarm call I could appreciate!

Then she asked me to lick her breasts. They were well worth the effort. I analysed what my tongue was telling me. There was nothing unusual that my tongue could feel except that her breasts were well shaped and firm. There was no sign that they'd had surgery so they were natural.

She rode me again. When she had finished teasing me by raising me just to the edge again and again she pressed her hands over my face blindfolding and handgagging me until I erupted into her. Afterwards I was so exhausted that I slept soundly with her body lying on me.

In the daylight Bronwen was still lying on me. I'd been inside her half the night! As my eyes opened Bronwen pressed her naked breasts tightly against me.

"Good morning, Paul" she said brightly. "I'm going to wake you up properly."

My cock was squeezed inside her. That woke me! Then I was slid out.

"I want you to lick my breasts again but no peeking!"

Without lifting her breasts from me she wriggled her hands over my face. One hand pressed part of her panties across my eyes. The other pulled them down over my head. I could still see her face through the silky material until her bra was wrapped over my eyes as well. Her hands tied the bra tightly in place.

"That's better." said Bronwen "Here comes a tit!"

Her breast tickled my lips. I stuck out my tongue to lick but she kept her breast just far enough away so that I could only use the tip of my tongue at full stretch. After a minute or two of teasing she gave me her breast to lick properly. As she became excited I was sucking not licking. She pushed her breast further and further into my mouth until I could take no more. Then she swapped breasts and I started licking again. It was not long before she stuffed my mouth full.

Then she moved down and I entered her. She lifted herself so far that she swung her legs up either side of my face. As she pumped up and down on me her stockinged feet stroked my face.

She became more frenzied as she climaxed. One foot dislodged the edge of my blindfold, partly uncovering one eye. I peeked!

Although she was leaning backwards I could see that there was a small tattoo in her cleavage. It was a bird whose wings spread on to the edge of each breast. I was finding it difficult to focus on the detail. Not only was she climaxing again and again but she was driving me to one as well. How could I look at a small tattoo when those breasts were bouncing above me? I gave up. I let myself go with her body until we had finished. I just managed to hook the blindfold back over my eye by rubbing against a foot as she swung her legs away from my face. She lay on me as we both panted for breath.

After a few minutes Bronwen said:

"I need my clothes back but you aren't seeing me naked. Hold still."

She moved her body up until I felt her legs settle either side of my face. She lowered her pussy over my blindfolded eyes then wriggled the bra and panties off my head. I saw a flash of black-haired bush as she lowered it back over my eyes. I felt her body weight shift as she clasped her bra. Her blue uniform dress slid down her body and its skirt covered my head. She held the skirt hard against my eyes as her pussy clamped over my mouth and nose. My tongue entered tasting her juices. I wanted to explore her but soon breathing was a real necessity. She was suffocating me again! I struggled as much as my bonds would let me. She moved her hands from her skirt and pressed her pussy's lips tighter over my nose.

Now I was in real trouble! I couldn't shake her off. I couldn't breathe. In desperation I tried to bite her. That worked.

"Ow!" she yelled. She pulled away just enough for me to snatch a breath before she clamped down again. I hadn't taken in enough air to last long so I had to nip her with my teeth again after a short time. She lifted off me.

"I wish I could find a man who could hold his breath at least until I've come." she complained.

She climbed off the bed. She took the panties that had been my blindfold and wiped them between her legs. She pulled on a clean pair of panties, followed by black tights.

"Here," she said, wrapping the damp panties over my face "you can smell what you are missing." She pulled yesterday's black tights down over my head and used the legs to gag and blindfold me.

"Now you can wait in darkness until breakfast is ready."

I heard her leave the room. I inhaled her natural perfume through the panties and tights. She was right. I was missing the feel of her pussy. If only she'd allow me to breathe!

The rest of the day was similar to the day before. I was fed, watered and my bodily needs met. Yet Bronwen seemed to be getting more and more distracted as the day went on. She was sweating as if she'd been working hard physically. When she brought supper she'd showered (how?) and changed into yet another clean uniform. That was obvious because the current uniform was much too large for her. It flapped around her except where her belt held it in and its hem reached the floor.

After supper took off her shoes, her tights and her uniform's belt. She produced a small flat case from her dress pocket.

"I'm sorry, Paul" she said "I didn't want to use this but I need to rest tonight. So you must too."

She opened the case and produced a hypodermic and a small bottle. She loaded the hypodermic and injected a small quantity of colourless liquid into my arm.

"sleep well, Paul."

She blew out the hurricane lamp and climbed into bed beside me. I passed out shortly afterwards.

*****

When I woke up it was still dark. Bronwen was lying on top of me but she was shivering violently and her skin was damp and clammy where she pressed against me. She was moaning in delirium. I felt her skin with my hands. My hands! They weren't clamped to the bed head. They were free. I was holding Bronwen in my arms as she shivered. The duvet was on the floor beside the bed. I reached down, pulled it on to the bed and wrapped it round us. I rolled on to my side and gathered her in my arms. As I did I realised that my legs were still attached to the bed.

Bronwen was in a fever. What could I do? I was still confined to this bed. She needed something like aspirin. I felt in the pockets of her uniform dress. Apart from the case with the hypodermic there was only a small handkerchief. Perhaps she had the key to my leg cuffs somewhere else? I felt around her neck. No chain. Her wrists? No bracelet. In her bra? Nothing but cold clammy breasts. My hands moved down into her panties. Nothing. I despaired. She could move but was in no state to: I couldn't move but if I didn't do something we were both in trouble. I was very worried that she might die if the fever didn't break. I clasped her tightly hoping that my body warmth might help. Then I felt something hard between her shoulder blades. Gingerly my fingers explored. It felt like a key taped to her skin. It was! I removed it and groped in the dark to the cuffs securing my legs. It fitted. First I released one leg, then the other. I wrapped Bronwen tightly in the duvet and left the bed. I nearly fell as my legs took my weight for the first time in three days. I located the chest of drawers. My hands moved over its top until I found the matches. I lit the paraffin lamp. Now what? I was naked. The floor was rough underfoot.

I took the lamp and opened the door. Beyond was a hall. The front door seemed a very long way off. I turned the other way. Through a panelled door was an empty room with a window boarded over on the outside. On the other side of the room was an archway. As I walked through it the lamp shone on a built in dresser covered in dust and cobwebs. I looked at the floor. It was clean. So Bronwen or someone came this way. The room was narrow and led to another door. Through that door I came into the kitchen. I held my lamp up. There was a rusty old coal range, a deep stone sink with a hand pump over it, a battered table and nothing else. Bronwen didn't cook here. Over the sink there was a light dangling from a cable. It had a switch in the cable. I turned it on. The brightness hurt my eyes even though it was not a powerful bulb.

There was no power in the house - so how was there a light bulb that worked? I looked at the cable. It went out through a fanlight window over the sink. Beside the sink was a bolted door. I unbolted it and looked out. The hurricane lamp showed a tangle of brambles and stinging nettles. Some of them had been trodden down to make a way through. If I followed that way, naked as I was, I'd be scratched and stung. I needed some covering.

I went back to the bedroom. Now I knew it wasn't a bedroom, just a downstairs room with a bed in it. Apart from the clothes that Bronwen was wearing there were the tights, shoes and belt she shed earlier and beside the bed the panties and tights she'd gagged and blindfolded me with yesterday morning. That was it. They'd have to do.

I pulled the panties on and a pair of tights. I put my right arm in the leg of the other pair of tights and pulled the tights over my head and down my torso as far as the panty section would go. I eased my feet into Bronwen's shoes. My heels stuck out far beyond the heels of the shoes. I tottered back to the kitchen and out through the door. Holding the lantern high with my left arm I wriggled my way though the brambles and nettles. After about 30 paces, although more like 90 tottering steps in Bronwen's shoes, I reached the side door of a caravan. Despite the tights I'd been stung and scratched. The key was in the door. I opened it and felt inside for a light switch. I turned the light on.

The caravan was small, fairly old, but spotless inside. Everything was in its place and clean. I searched for my clothes. They weren't there. In the wardrobe were Bronwen's uniform dresses on hangers. In the drawers were her panties, bras, tights - nothing else. I moved to the kitchen area. There was enough food to feed several people for a couple of weeks. No aspirin. I went to the seating area. In a drawer I found the first aid kit and some soluble aspirin. Before leaving I looked around for something better to protect me from the brambles. I couldn't wear one of Bronwen's uniforms - they'd be too small. Yet she was wearing one too big for her. Was there another that size? I looked in the wardrobe again. On the floor was a folded blue uniform dress. I lifted it out revealing a pair of black women's shoes. The dress WAS a larger size. Thankfully I pulled it on. It was far too big for me. The nurse who wore it was tall and very fat or else had been heavily pregnant. The shoes looked larger too. They pinched a bit but fitted much better than Bronwen's.

I took a jug and glass from the kitchen area and the aspirins. Wearing the larger dress like a cape flapping round me the return to the kitchen was scratch and sting free. I filled the jug from the pump and returned to Bronwen. She was still shivering uncontrollably. I dissolved two aspirins in a glass of water and propped her up. I moistened her lips. She seemed to recognise the need to drink. It took nearly half an hour to get the dissolved aspirin into her. I held her for another hour until the shivering gradually stopped. I laid her down and then thought hard.

I was free. I didn't know where I was. I could leave and try to get to a phone. What would I do with Bronwen? What would Bronwen do when she recovered? I had no clothes except the borrowed blue dress which I had already shed. It lay beside the tights and shoes I had dropped by the bed. To give me some options I fitted the leg cuffs to her. I put the aspirin, the jug, the glass and the key on the chest of drawers well beyond reach. I lay down beside her. She was still wrapped in the duvet as I cradled her in my arms. I think the injection was still having an effect because I dropped off to sleep almost instantly.

I woke up suddenly feeling a prick in my arm. I looked down to see Bronwen removing the hypodermic from my skin. I tried to move but my hands were tied with a pair of tights wrapped round my waist. My ankles were tied to each other and to the foot of the bed with another pair of tights. I was naked again. Bronwen leant over me.

"You shouldn't have left the hypodermic in my pocket, Paul." she whispered. "I'm too tired to sort you out now. We both need sleep to recover. Thank you for the aspirin."

I tried to speak but her hand covered my mouth for the few seconds until I dropped off to sleep again.

*****

When I came to everything seemed blue. My head was cradled between Bronwen's blue naked breasts exposed by her uniform opened to the waist. The small bird tattoo looked black. I turned my eyes upward. My view was cut off by the collar of the enormous blue uniform dress. We were both inside it. Bronwen was lying on me, her arms and legs clamped to me. I tried to speak but found I was gagged again. So that was why she wasn't wearing her bra. It was tied round my head holding her panties in my mouth. I shook my head, banging her breasts.

"So you're awake at last." said Bronwen. "I appreciate what you did for me last night but now we have a problem. You can identify me by my tattoo. Nice, isn't it? I can't get off this bed without your help. You can't without my consent. We could wait until my friends arrive. We might get very hungry and thirsty and soil the bed but I wouldn't be in trouble. You will be, though."

I tried to grunt through the gag.

"Wait!" she ordered. "I'll let you speak when I've finished. You have two choices. Either you and I stay here unfed until they arrive OR you let me go and I tie you to the bed again. If you choose to let me go I'll feed you well and I won't tell the others that you weren't tied to the bed the whole time. You can identify me, but not the others. I'll take the risk that you might get me arrested as an exchange for you looking after me last night. I'm going to ungag you now. Then you choose."

Her hands gently ungagged me and she pushed the bra and panties out through the collar. I turned my head to the side. One of her breasts rested on my cheek. They were still nice breasts even when blue.

"I want to make a deal." I said "I'll let you do what you want if I can see you again when this is over." I looked up at her.

She shook her head. "I can't take that risk, Paul. Not just for me, but for the others. Even if I wanted to, it is far too dangerous."

"Why? If I want to see you again, I wouldn't turn you in to the Police. I want to meet you as a friend."

"But that might expose all of us. Shut up for a while while I think."

She pushed her breast into my mouth. That was a great improvement on a gag. I sucked, nibbled and tongued as her nipple grew in my mouth.

She pulled her tit out and slid down. Her lips found mine and we kissed. Her black hair fell either side of my face.

She wriggled out of the dress. She pulled it down so that its closed collar was tight on the crown of my head. She belted it just below my bound hands and flipped its skirt up. She hitched her own dress up, wrapping her legs around my hips to pull my erection deep inside her. My face was muffled in blue cotton as she rode me. I held on and on as she climaxed several times. Her hands found my face through the dress. One hand pushed the dress tightly across my mouth as I exploded inside her. She subsided on to me still clamping me with her legs. She ran her other hand up and down my blue-bagged body.

"Paul."

I grunted under her hand. She lifted it.

"Sorry. Paul?"

"Yes."

"Do you really mean that you wouldn't take revenge for all we've done to you? That is if I saw you again?"

"Yes. I mean it. I want you, Bronwen, or whatever your name is. I want a fair chance to treat you as a girlfriend and possibly a potential wife - if you'd have me. If it didn't work out after meeting a couple of times in a normal situation then that would be it. I hope that it might lead to something more. I'd just like the chance to try."

Bronwen didn't answer me. Or rather she did, but not with words. Her tears started wetting the material on my chest.

"Bronwen?"

"Yes?" she sniffed.

"I'm being unfair. If I'm to have any chance at all, I'll have to go with the second option and let you go. If you decide to contact me afterwards then I will be delighted. If you don't I'll regret it all my life. I have to leave it to you. Is that OK?"

She hugged me. "Thank you, Paul. Can I have your word that you'll let me free as soon as I untie you?"

I spoke seriously. "Yes, Bronwen. I'll let you free. I don't think I'll ever be free from the memory of you but I'll unshackle you from this bed. I don't want to be free from you but I have to let you go."

Bronwen's hands wrestled that massive dress off me. The knotted tights holding my hands had jammed. She had to worry the knots with her teeth before they came loose. I untied my ankles. I stood up naked, stretching my muscles. I turned back to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. I took the key from the chest of drawers and unclamped her ankles. I helped her to stand. Reluctantly I climbed back on to the bed. She fixed the cuffs on my ankles.

"I'm leaving your hands untied," Bronwen said "I'll trust you that far but they will have to be tied before the others return. OK?"

"Yes, Bronwen, thank you. It was very uncomfortable with my hands behind my head for so long."

"Now I'll start on my part of the bargain. What would you like for breakfast, Paul?"

"An omelette?"

"Yes, I can do that. I'll do something special for lunch. Stay there - you haven't much choice about that, have you?"

"No, Bronwen, I'm your prisoner again."

For that I was kissed thoroughly.

"Thank you, Paul" she said when the kiss ended "I won't forget that you looked after me, and then surrendered to me. You are mine."

She left. I lay back wondering whether I'd made the right decision. I had put myself totally at the mercy of a woman and I didn't even know her real name. I didn't know what she and her friends were doing. Why did they want a minibus so badly? One thing I was sure about. I wanted "Bronwen" for myself.

The omelette was delicious. I could feed myself. Having my hands free was better, or was it? I had liked being cradled against Bronwen's breast while she fed me. As if she read my thoughts she removed my empty plate and wrapped herself around me. My head sank between her breasts. Her arms tightened around me. Her breasts deprived me of air again. This time I had guessed what was coming and I had taken a deep breath before she smothered me.

Her grip relaxed and I could breathe again.

"Thank you, Paul," she said.

"For what?"

"For holding your breath this time. You didn't protest or even squirm, you just let me do what I wanted to do."

"I liked it too, but I can only hold my breath if you warn me first. Your breasts are wonderful, clothed or not. So is the rest of you."

"Thank you, Paul," she looked down at me "Ready again?"

I nodded. Her breasts pressed hard against my mouth and nose. They were warm and soft even through her dress. She wore a delicate scent which mixed with her own feminine aroma. I was drowning in the sensations of touch and smell, drifting towards a blissful u*********sness as my breath ran out.

She shook me. "Paul!" she hissed in my ear "You are supposed to breathe from time to time."

I smiled drowsily up at her.

"But it is such a nice way to go to sleep," I murmured.

"sleep? You've just had breakfast. We have got most of today before the others come back. Don't go to sleep on me."

"You were the one putting me to sleep. If you don't want me to sleep then you shouldn't overwhelm and smother me so effectively. Once you start, I don't want you to stop."

I was still in a drowsy state. Bronwen brought me out of it by slapping my face.

"Ow!" I protested. "That hurt."

"We need to talk. We need to work out what to do when the others get back."

"OK" I said "Then don't smother me so well. When my face is buried deep in your breasts I can't think of anything except you."

"I'll get us some coffee," she said, dropping my head back on the bed with a thump. "You sound as if you need it."

After the coffee I was more rational. It helped that I was covered by the duvet and Bronwen was sitting in the chair, not on the bed.

"Right," she said in a no-nonsense tone. "When the others arrive you are going to be fully secured again."

"Yes" I agreed.

"IF," she emphasised "if they have done what they had to do, then you will be released. We will take you back to the lay-by on the A2, tie and blindfold you so that it will take you a few minutes to get free, then we will leave you and the minibus. You can go to do what you were going to do before we met you. If you keep quiet about what happened you will have some pleasant memories of me, some unpleasant memories as well, but you will be unhurt and the only damage will be a couple of hundred out of your bank account. OK?"

"Yes, Bronwen, but ..."

"Shut up! I'm telling you what will happen. When I have finished then you can talk."

I nodded.

"If they haven't done what they had to do ... I don't want to think about that but I have to ... then we have to make some other plans that might involve you for another day. Then I hope that will be it. If we have got away with it then I might, only might, get in touch with you in a few weeks."

"Please do, Bronwen."

"Shut up. This is hard. I can't betray my friends nor muck up what they are doing. Right. I've got your mobile number. I've got your address and home phone number. Is anyone else likely to answer either telephone?"

"No. I live alone."

"Good. This is what MIGHT happen. You will get a phone call which will NOT be from me. The caller will say "Please ring the head of the valleys on" and give a telephone number which they will repeat to make sure you have got it. When you call that number you will say "I understand that you stock Welsh Coal". Just those words and nothing more, no matter what they have said when they pick up the phone, even if they say they are London Zoo or Buckingham Palace. They will give you some more instructions. Have you got that?"

"Yes, Bronwen. I might get a call saying "Please ring the head of the valleys" on a number they will give me twice. When I ring that number, whatever it is, I must say "I understand that you stock Welsh Coal." They will then give me some instructions."

"Good. Remember that. Don't say a word about that to my friends."

Throughout this whole dialogue Bronwen's accent had been much more obviously Welsh than at any time before. She was obviously under considerable strain and she seemed to have reverted to her natural voice. I liked it. She had the true Welsh lilt. It made me dream of the Welsh hills and the sight of waterfalls glinting. I'd dream of Bronwen as well.

"That's that. I've done it." she said "Whether it will happen I don't know."

She buried her face in her hands and started sobbing quietly. If I could I would have comforted her. All I could do was talk.

"Bronwen. I love you. If you contact me I'll follow your instructions. If you don't I will have a big hole in the rest of my life."

She ran across the room and flung herself on me. Her tears flowed across my chest as I hugged her. We stayed like that for a long time as I stroked her hair and murmured my love in her ear. Gradually she relaxed and stopped crying. Her tear streaked face looked closely at me.

"You do love me, don't you, boyo?"

"Yes, Bronwen or whoever you are, I love you."

"Then hold your breath for me one last time."

She undid her bodice and revealed her breasts. She climbed up me, poised herself, and pulled my head deep in her cleavage. She held me as if she never wanted to let me go. I didn't want her to.

When she sat back on her heels I panted for breath as she covered herself.

"That will have to do. No more smothering for you. The only thing I can do for you now is make lunch. The others may be back any time from now on. I have to secure your wrists again."

She fixed my wrists to the bed, kissed me, and left me lying.

When she returned it was with the lunch. How she had done it in that tiny caravan I do not know.

She had to feed me because I couldn't feed myself. She started with a variety of vol-au-vents with a prawn based filling. A half bottle of pleasant French dry white wine accompanied them and the next course which was a mouthwatering Chicken Supreme on a bed of rice garnished with parsley. She had cut the chicken pieces really small so that she could feed me easily. The rice was fluffy and she had added something to it to give it a delicate flavour.

I was really enjoying myself. I was lying against her breast sharing wonderful food that she had cooked. She was feeding both of us from the same plate. From time to time she preceded the mouthful of food by a kiss.

The last course was a summer pudding with cream. We had finished the white wine with the Chicken Supreme but we ended with Irish Coffee.

Bronwen's culinary skills amazed me. I did not know how she could produce such food on the basic equipment in the caravan.

I was lying with a beatific smile on my face when we heard the minibus's engine. We started as if we were c***dren caught doing something we shouldn't.

Bronwen cleared the crockery into the old kitchen then came running back.

"Sorry, Paul," she said as she stuffed my mouth with a pair of her panties and tied them in with her tights. She kissed my forehead before going to meet her friends. I lay back, closed my eyes and waited for what might happen. Whatever was to happen, I had no choice. I was firmly secured to the bed and gagged very effectively. I listened intently. I could hear them talking outside but I couldn't make out a word.

Then they all came into the room. I looked at Bronwen. She looked worried which worried me as well. Janet was still obviously the leader. I remembered the names of the other two Lott, and Sonia with difficulty. Apart from being attractive women, particularly attractive to me in their nurses' uniforms, they still hadn't made much impression on me. I was more concerned about what might happen to Bronwen if Janet found out how friendly she'd been.

"Paul," said Janet "we may need your help."

I just looked at her. I couldn't speak because Bronwen had gagged me properly. Janet turned to Bronwen.

"Ungag him" she said sharply. Bronwen did. I licked my lips and eased my jaw.

"Paul, Bronwen tells me that you have co-operated with her. If you can help us now you will be free much earlier. What do you say?"

"It depends," I said "so far I've been your victim. I do not want to be your accomplice in something unless I know more about what you are doing and why. I don't want to go to jail."

Janet stood still. Bronwen whispered in her ear. Janet nodded.

"OK, Paul. Bronwen will explain everything." The other two were startled. Janet spoke to them directly. "Everything. He has to know what we are doing if he is to be willing to help us."

There were reluctant nods.

"Bronwen trusts him. Do you trust her judgement?"

The nods were slightly more enthusiastic but still dubious.

"OK, Bronwen. It's up to you. We'll leave you with Paul."

Bronwen sat on the bed and pulled my head to her breast. I looked up at her.

"This is going to take some time, Paul. I want you to be comfortable."

"This is very comfortable," I said "resting against your breast is bliss, but I'm afraid that it means what you are going to say is unpleasant."

"Perhaps. How do I begin? I know. Three of the four of us are married."

I looked again at her, worried. She put a finger briefly against my lips.

"No Paul. I'm not. At least not any more. I'm divorced."

That was a relief. I still might have a chance with Bronwen.

"The three have c***dren who all go to the same primary school. Two of them have husbands who work for ... What shall I call it? ... a financial institution. They handle large amounts of negotiable documents but not cash. That made them a target for thieves, very unscrupulous thieves."

I tried to comment but her finger went to my lips again. I kissed it.

"Just keep quiet Paul and let me tell this in my own way."

I nodded.

"One day the thieves struck. They had been planning for a long time. One mother collects all the k**s from school in her MPV (multi-person vehicle). She looks after them for a while after school until the other mothers get home. She has another preschool c***d that she brings strapped in a c***d seat.

Just before she was about to leave for school the masked thieves smashed their way into her house and grabbed her. They were armed with automatic pistols. They took her small c***d away. They told her to drive to school and collect the k**s as normal otherwise she wouldn't see her baby again. She agreed. They took her handbag and mobile phone and told her NOT to contact the police, just to do as she was told. She drove to the school. As she did so, she noticed that she was being followed by a car with blacked out windows.

The MPV was fitted with a hands-free phone. She used it to call her husband at work. She was fairly sure that the thieves couldn't see her using it. Her husband followed the company's procedures exactly. He told her to co-operate with the k**nappers. He then informed the company's security officer.

The school run went normally. She brought the k**s back to her house. The masked thieves were still there. The k**s were frightened but she persuaded them that this was a game, a pretend game. She was told to ring her husband and instruct him to collect half a million dollars' worth of bearer bonds from the office and go to a telephone box at a motorway service station. He would get instructions there.

She rang her husband. He had discussed what to do with the security officer and his manager. They had contacted the police. He responded that he couldn't take the bonds without someone else with him. Would the other husband do? She relayed that to the masked men. They agreed.

The two men went to the motorway service area. They waited until the phone rang. They were told to drive down the motorway, to stop on a bridge and throw the bag with the bearer bonds over the side. Then they could drive to the next exit, turn round, and go home. When they got there the all c***dren would be safe at home. However they were told that they were being watched carefully. The caller described exactly what they were wearing and how they were standing. If they contacted anyone, the k**s would NOT be at home when they returned.

The husbands had a problem. The police had told them to relay the instructions from the k**nappers. The husbands couldn't do it and take the risk to their c***dren. So they did just what they were told to do by the k**nappers. They drove to the bridge, dropped the bag over the side, drove to the next exit and then home. The k**nappers had tied th