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Danger! Naked Woman Part 02

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Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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.


Story so far:

Paul, driving a back road on Romney Marsh at night, found a crashed Porsche with Julia in the driver’s seat naked, drunk and barely conscious. He rescued her, looked after her overnight, and bought her some clothes in a charity shop in the morning. She had been fleeing from a man she had intended to spend the weekend with. He had staged a strip poker game so that she was naked. All her clothes were locked in an old chest she couldn’t open. When she saw him adding liquid from a small bottle to her champagne she had grabbed his car keys and had driven off in his car.

Paul intended to take Julia to his ex-wife Emma. When he rang Emma she told him that the police were looking for Julia because the man had been found dead. Paul and Julia decided they needed a solicitor before going to the police…

Part 02

I rang Emma’s solicitor. He wasn’t too pleased at being disturbed on a Saturday morning. I suspected that his displeasure would be reflected in the size of his account. He arranged to meet us in a car park near Ashford Police Station in an hour. We left the car park and headed for Ashford. I turned the car radio to the local station. The travel news reported congestion because of a fatal accident near Hythe. I checked that we would be avoiding that area. The news item was repeated every quarter of an hour. The man had been found ‘dead’. The woman was asked to contact the police. Everything else was waffle.

I had met the solicitor once or twice. He had been on Emma’s side, so our contact hadn’t always been cordial, but professional. He had seemed competent. He was standing beside his Bentley in the car park. The Bentley worried me. If he could afford a Bentley, his fees must be high. He greeted me as if we were old acquaintances. I suppose we were.

We sat on the car park wall while Julia and I explained everything that had happened last night and this morning. He asked a few questions. Then he rang the police station fifty yards away. He told them that the woman they were seeking was coming voluntarily to the Police Station.

We entered the normal public entrance. A sergeant opened a door for us and we were shown to an interview room. An inspector and a woman sergeant entered the room. I was asked to wait in another interview room. I left Julia and the solicitor. Her look as I left wrenched my heart. Until then I hadn’t realised how much she had come to mean to me in a few short hours.

I waited in that bare room for about three-quarters of an hour before the two police officers entered. They taped the interview. I told them everything from the meeting on Friday evening until my arrival at the police station. I was slightly annoyed that the solicitor wasn’t with me, but Julia needed him more than I did.

They asked a couple of questions about the Porsche, and a few others, presumably to check that I was telling them the truth. They referred to the dead man as ‘Mr Smith’ or ‘the deceased’. I had the feeling they were trying to trap me into saying his first name. They didn’t get anywhere because I didn’t know it. Julia hadn’t mentioned his name. The woman sergeant helped me to write a statement that I checked and signed. At the end the inspector said:

“Thank you, sir. I think we have enough information. We may be in touch again. You may be called to give evidence at the inquest but probably not.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“It looks like suicide so far. There is still a possibility that we may be wrong but everything points that way. We have been concerned about that man for some time. Your young lady seems to have made a fortunate escape. We have your address. Please don’t leave the country without telling us.”

“Is she free to go?”

“Yes. She’s waiting for you.”

I collected Julia and we left. Once round the corner of the building she threw her arms around me and kissed me hard.

“What was that for?” I asked as we climbed into my car and started towards Canterbury.

“For being here for me. The interview was unpleasant. They seemed to think I had something to do with Joshua’s death. The details were upsetting…”

“Joshua?” I interrupted. “Joshua Smith?”

“Yes. Didn’t I mention his name?”

“No,” I said grimly. “Just as well you didn’t. I think I know him. I certainly know of a Joshua Smith. What did he look like?”

“He had light brown hair, short for a man - about my height but more muscular… The obvious visible identification was a small tattoo of a dragon breathing fire on the back of his right hand. He had a couple of other tattoos but normally they would be under his clothing.”

“A swallow on his left shoulder, and an eagle on his lower back?”

“Yes, Paul. How did YOU know him?”

“He was the man that Emma left me for. No wonder the police wanted me to say his name. I haven’t seen him for two years. I understood that he had moved away. I had better tell Emma before the police go to her. They will. I think I need a solicitor as well as you. I may be a suspect if Joshua was murdered.”

“The police think it was suicide.”

“That’s what they have told us. The post mortem hasn’t been finished yet. Who knows what they might find? We don’t know because I haven’t seen him for two years and when you left him he was alive. What happened later? We don’t know.”

“OK. You should ring Emma. You promised to let her know what happened.”

“I’ll ring her from the next lay-by. Then I’ll ring my solicitor.”

There was a bay for a bus stop. I pulled over and rang Emma.

“Emma?”

“Yes, Paul.”

“The dead man was Joshua Smith.”

I heard her gasp.

“Paul. Listen carefully. I thought it might be Joshua. Mary, you don’t know her but we were friends at university, rang me from Canterbury yesterday afternoon. She wanted Joshua’s new address because she wanted to prevent a friend falling for his bag of tricks. What she told me was worrying. He was bad enough with me but according to Mary he has progressed to more serious games. I gave her the address. Joshua sends me an e-mail every week or so, inviting me to visit him. I have been ignoring them but for some reason I kept a note of where he lives – mainly to avoid going anywhere near. It is near Newchurch. Mary thanked me and rang off in a hurry. She gave me the impression that she was going to confront Joshua before he started his games.”

“Oh.” What else could I say?

“I think you two should come here. I can tell you what Mary told me, and what I know about Joshua. If the police are interested in you two, you should be aware what might come out. Will you come?”

“Hang on, Emma. I’ll ask Julia.”

I muted the phone and explained. Julia agreed that it would be a good idea to talk to Emma. I told Emma we were on the way.

The A28 was its usual congested self. It took us three hours from Ashford to Emma’s house. I rang her after two hours. She promised to give us lunch, checking that Julia didn’t have any special dietary needs. She didn’t. I wouldn’t have known. I knew so little about Julia. Julia had borrowed my mobile phone and tried to ring Mary twice. Mary’s mobile was switched off. Julia left two messages and my mobile number.

Julia and I used the delays on the A28 to learn about each other. The detail doesn’t matter. We were attracted to each other and found each other fascinating. I was falling in love. I think Julia was as well. Julia was recovering from last night’s alcohol and sometimes obviously suffering yet she remained bright and amusing.

At Emma’s house we were both welcomed with a hug. That was a good start. After using the bathroom we sat down to a meal. It wasn’t exotic, just good plain food. Afterwards we sat on the settee in the living room with cups of coffee. It could have been awkward but Emma treated us as if we were a couple, and her friends. I was grateful.

Emma started the explanations.

“I never told Paul what Joshua did to me. I told him some of it, but not the gory details. Paul was angry enough with what I did tell him. Now Joshua is dead and you two are involved, Paul at least deserves to know what Joshua was like. I’m glad he’s dead. I shouldn’t say that because the police may make me one of their suspects. However I have a complete alibi. Paul shouldn’t object because we have been divorced for years, but I spent last night in a man’s bed. His bed. Not here.”

I raised my eyebrows but made no comment. Emma kissed me.

“We were good together for a while, Paul, but…”

“I know.” I said. “We just weren’t right. Is he?”

“I think so. He has proposed twice. I haven’t accepted yet. I probably will. If I do…”

She looked at me carefully.

“…would you give me away?”

“Yes, of course,” I said. “You are not mine to give away, but if you want me at your wedding, I’ll be there to help in any way I can.”

I was kissed again. Julia joined in this time.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Emma,” Julia said. “Is Paul that important to you?”

“His opinion is,” Emma replied. “He’s usually right about the things that matter. He told me that Joshua wasn’t good for me. I just wasn’t ready to listen. I wish I had but at that stage in our lives communication between us wasn’t good. It is much better now. We feel responsible for each other’s happiness. I am sure Paul will approve of my choice of man…”

“Will I?”

“Yes. He is George.”

“You spent the night in George’s bed?” I was astonished.

“Yes. It has taken me three months of hard effort but last night was worth it.”

“Three months?” Julia interrupted. “What is George? A statue? I can’t imagine you taking three months to seduce anyone.”

I was inclined to agree with Julia but I knew George. Emma was and is an attractive and sensuous woman but George is a great guy but seemed to be a cold fish. He has been our friend since schooldays but always seemed uninterested in women. Perhaps that is why he always had two or three chasing him. He didn’t mind escorting them but they never got anywhere beyond a goodnight kiss.

“Congratulations – if you get him.” I said. “But we ought to discuss the unpleasant Joshua before the police catch up with us again.”

“I know,” said Emma. “He was unpleasant. He was into bondage but in a weird way. I didn’t mind playing games but he was too serious and there was always a hard edge. He used to get me completely naked, and then I had to wear some special clothes and a brunette wig before he was ready. The clothes and wig were bad enough but he was trying to turn me into someone else before he made love. At first he would persuade me to wear the clothes and wig, and he would apply make up to my face. He never let me see myself in a mirror when I was dressed up.

I got tired of being turned into someone else and I objected. He forced me to dress up, even beating me until I did. Then he would tie me up and leave me bound all night, fucking me several times. I was trying not to let him overpower me but he started using a date **** d**g on me. Any contact with him would end with me coming to, dressed as he wanted, and tied to his bed.

At the end he had virtually k**napped me. He reported me sick to my employers and I was tied to his bed for three days. I managed to struggle off the bed when he went to the shops and I used his phone to call Paul. Paul was there in minutes and took me home. I was still dressed as Joshua wanted. Paul didn’t ask questions. For that I was grateful.

As soon as I was home I washed off the make up, removed the clothes and wig, and put them in an old suitcase. I knew they were very important to Joshua and he wouldn’t rest until he had them back. I was right. He was hammering on my door ten minutes after I had changed. Paul saw him and sent him away – with the suitcase full of clothes.

Paul stayed the night, on the settee, and nothing happened. In the morning Joshua was back. Paul sent him away again. Paul didn’t say anything much but he had frightened Joshua. Joshua stayed away for a while but kept trying to contact me. I used Paul as a threat to deter Joshua even after Paul had left Hastings. Eventually Joshua moved away but he kept sending me emails, begging me to see him again. I ignored them but noted where he lived, just to avoid it. I was still afraid of him.”

I was fuming. If Emma had told me what Joshua had done, I’d have… killed him.

That brought me up short, like a cold shower. Perhaps someone else had felt the same way about Joshua. I remembered how Emma had been dressed when I collected her. She was wearing a pink gingham fifties dress with a fitted bodice, tight waist and full skirt over multiple net petticoats, stockings attached to the suspenders of a body length corset, enormous white cotton panties with a pocket on one leg, and pink high-heeled shoes. The brunette wig of shoulder length hair was pulled back into a high ponytail tied with a matching pink gingham scarf and her face was plastered thick with make up including blue eyeshadow. When I reached Joshua’s house her ankles and knees were tied together and her hands were tied behind her back with three similar scarves. She had spat out another scarf from her mouth that was around her neck held by the last scarf worn normally around her head.

Emma had been shaking like a leaf as I untied her, desperate to get away before Joshua returned. I had only freed her legs before I bundled her into my car with her hands still tied and the scarves around her head. A few hundred yards away I stopped to remove her remaining bonds. The scarf holding her hands had been threaded through a strong loop sewn to the back of the waist. Even after I had freed her she had been panicking in case Joshua saw us. Once back at her house I had to undress her and dress her again in her own clothes. I did it in her darkened bedroom to give her some semblance of modesty. Her hands were shaking too much for her to help. I had thought that she and Joshua had been playing sexual games that had gone slightly too far. At the time Emma had made light of what she had been through and went along with the idea that she and Joshua had been playing. I should have known that Emma wasn’t telling the whole truth but at the time she and I were still defining our new roles as ex-partners. I hadn’t queried her story. I just made sure that she knew that she was safe from Joshua, and from me. I held her, hugged her, but didn’t make a single advance. I hadn’t known that she had been bound for three days. If I had undressed her in the light I would have seen her bruises. If I had…

Emma continued:

“Last night when Mary rang me she said she was worried about a friend, I assume she meant Julia, who was going away for the weekend with Joshua. Mary thought that Julia might need rescuing and she intended to go to Joshua’s house, and if necessary, confront him. I didn’t want to give Mary the address because she was so worked up but eventually she persuaded me. I understood that Mary was taking some friends with her because she didn’t want to face Joshua alone. I had the impression that the friends would be women. Does she know some athletic types?”

Julia nodded. “Yes. Mary is involved with a Ladies’ Gym. Some of her friends are into martial arts.”

“I thought so. Julia. Mary rang off about eight o’clock. I don’t know how long it would take her to get to Newchurch but surely not until midnight? I gave her basic directions but…”

I said: “Depends whether Mary or any of her friends know their way around Romney Marsh. If they didn’t, it could take hours to find Joshua’s cottage, even with a map. Julia, what time was it when you left?”

“The police kept asking me that. I’m not sure. I think it was before midnight but I was too drunk and scared to care. What was the time when you found me, Paul?”

“Just before 2 a.m. The Porsche’s engine was cold. So were you. You must have been there some time.”

“I don’t think the car had much time to warm up before I crashed it. Perhaps it did. I was at least five miles away from the cottage according to your GPS notes. I remember coming to in the dark at least once before you arrived but I had drunk so much…”

“You might have had hypothermia if you had been there much longer. Alcohol doesn’t help.”

“I know. I didn’t think I’d drunk that much. I think Joshua had been putting vodka in my drinks at the pub. I was woozy even when we reached the cottage. By the end of the meal I was swaying when I stood up. When I went to the bathroom I nearly threw my meal down the toilet. That doesn’t matter now. From what the police told me, Mary and her friends must have visited Joshua.”

“Why do you say that?” Emma asked.

“It is how he was found. I didn’t know about his fetishes. I was just frightened and ran away. The police told me about a pink gingham dress laid out on his bed. I didn’t know anything about it. I think they believed me because I was telling the truth. But…”

Julia shuddered. I put my arms around her. Emma moved to the other side of her and hugged her too.

Julia continued: “He had been dressed in my clothes. He was wearing a pair of my panties. The long slip was used normally but his hands were tied behind his back with one of my bras. My other bra tied his ankles. His mouth was stuffed with panties. My long dress had been forced down his body outside his bound arms and my belt was fastened tight twice around his chest. The weird thing was his head. It was inside a hood that was tightly laced at the back and had a very good plastic impression of a woman’s face at the front. The wig had been fitted over the hood. For the first few seconds the police had thought Joshua was a woman. The hood had nostril holes but it held the panties tightly in his mouth. My blouse was knotted around his knees under the dress’s skirt. He was hanging by my pantyhose from a hook in the kitchen ceiling. A chair had been on the table but had been kicked away. The police say that he could have done it to himself but that I doubt. If I accept what Emma and Mary have said, he did it to women, not to himself. He was too much of an egoist to commit suicide.”

“I agree,” said Emma. “He thought too much of himself. Did Mary and her friends do it to him?”

“I can’t see Mary or her friends committing murder,” said Julia. “It isn’t something you do as a group event. I can see them tying him up in my clothes, gagging him, and fitting his own hood. But hanging him? No. That they wouldn’t do. I wish I could get Mary on the phone.”

“Why don’t you try again?” I suggested.

“Where’s your mobile?”

“Here. Last number redial…”

“Still turned off.”

“Julia, why don’t you try her landline?” said Emma. “I’ve got her number.”

Emma went to the hall for privacy. She tried and was straight through to Mary. She shut the door to the sitting room. Emma and I looked at each other.

Emma was back soon.

“They did it. Tied him up in my clothes but in the sitting room. They had hidden their cars and had just begun watching him through the kitchen window when I took off like a bat out of hell to use Mary’s phrase. They grabbed him before he got back to his front door. They wanted to follow me as well but their cars were too far away and they would have no chance of catching a Porsche. Mary said something I didn’t understand about the clothes drier in the kitchen. Apparently that made her really mad. Why? I don’t know. She was not very coherent at that point. She found the gingham dress, scarves and laid out in the bedroom ready for me and that was the final straw for her. When they were together he had forced her to wear it, including the hood, a couple of times when she was helplessly drunk or under the influence of a date **** d**g. The last time he tried Mary had pretended to drink. She got away from him by kicking him in the balls before he could tie her hands. She had tried to forget him but couldn’t let me be his victim even though I didn’t listen to her advice.

They found my clothes in the chest. Mary had seen him use the trick catch of the old chest so she knew how to open it.

Mary wanted to humiliate him so she and her friends forced him to wear my panties and slip. They tied him up with my bras. Mary herself fitted the hood and wig to him but left it loose. He could breathe through his mouth or nose and he might have been able to shake the hood off. They left him tied in a deep armchair in the sitting room. They intended to leave him like that all-night and then ring a woman called Sophie, apparently one of his near neighbours, whose address and telephone number was beside his phone. If they couldn’t raise Sophie they intended to return this afternoon but they heard the news on the radio.

They had left about one thirty in the morning. Oh, yes. I forgot. They made him drink both glasses of champagne. One of them was laced with a date **** d**g. He was very co-operative at first as they tied him up. Mary insists that he was fine when they left. He was wearing my underwear, NOT my dress. He certainly wasn’t hung up in the kitchen. They had used my pantyhose to tie his feet to the armchair. They had threaded my long belt around the chair and around his waist.”

“Are they going to tell the police?” I asked.

“They were discussing it when I rang. I think they will. Taking revenge on an abuser is one thing. Murder is another. There is no way Joshua could have got out of that armchair and into the kitchen to hang himself. The way they had left him he could shout or breathe through the hood but that was all he could do. They hadn’t gagged him. He had been swearing and struggling as they left but it was obvious that they had made him completely helpless. There is a faint possibility that he might have been able to free himself but Mary thinks it very unlikely. Someone else must have found him after they left.”

“I think all three of us need to talk to the solicitor. It can wait until Monday morning. His fees will be expensive enough without adding more weekend working. The police are unlikely to find us here, at Emma’s house, when they think we are going to Canterbury.”

They agreed. Emma offered Julia the use of the shower. Julia accepted. While she was gone Emma and I caught up with news of mutual friends. Our conversation was unusually stilted and strained. We knew that we were coming to an end of one phase of our relationship with each other. Emma would probably marry George. She might shock him in some ways but I thought they would be good foils for each other. She would shake him out of his complacency but he would be a solid rock for her to rely on. I had tried to be that for her while we were married but Emma and I were too alike.

Emma knew that I found Julia attractive. She pressed me about it.

“What are you going to do about Julia?” Emma asked bluntly.

“Take her home tomorrow, that is if you’ll let us stay the night here.”

“You can stay. But aren’t you going to ask her out?”

“I don’t think I can, yet. She’s relying on me to get her out of this mess. I don’t want to start a relationship on gratitude. That doesn’t work.”

“Paul, you are as impossible as ever. Don’t you realise that Julia likes you?”

“I hope she does. I like her.”

“Then do something! Stop being the perfect gentleman.”

“When she’s back home. Not before.”

I could feel Emma simmering beside me. It is disconcerting, knowing someone so well that you can read their thoughts. Emma wanted to box my ears. She thought I was being unnecessarily chivalrous. I changed the subject and we talked until Julia returned. I used the shower next. When I returned Emma and Julia had their heads close together, whispering. They stopped when I sat down.

We talked for some time about what we should do but we were lacking information. Eventually we decided to wait until we had spoken to the solicitor.

“Paul,” Emma said, “I don’t think I, Mary and Julia were Joshua’s only victims. When he dressed me up in that gingham dress I saw that he had several similar dresses in a wardrobe, in different sizes. I was two years ago; Mary started with him about six months ago and ended three months ago. He started going out with Julia what? A month ago?”

Julia nodded.

“Then there was probably a woman or two between Mary and I. What if one of those women found him tied up and helpless? Mary had her friends with her. They would help her to humiliate him but they wouldn’t have let Mary murder him. But a woman on her own…”

Julia and I saw the point. If I had known everything about Joshua when I rescued Emma, I might have been tempted to kill him. I’d have done it in hot blood and I was strong enough to overpower Joshua on my own. If a woman that Joshua had tortured, and it seemed from reading between the lines of Mary’s story that torture was what he did, found him helpless she might have killed him in revenge. But who? How would we, or the police, find out?

“What I can’t understand,” said Julia, “is the attraction of tying women up, or the attraction for women of being tied up.”

Emma and I looked at each other. We had played mild bondage games in the bedroom and enjoyed them. Julia saw our exchanged glance.

“You don’t mean…?”

“We did,” Emma admitted. Why she came out with it like that I don’t know. Perhaps she was irritated by Julia’s innocence.

Julia looked at me for confirmation. I couldn’t lie.

“If it is a game, with set rules, and is only a game… it can be enjoyable. It needs trust between the two people and preferably love in a stable relationship. If you don’t know or don’t trust the other person it can be dangerous. It isn’t only women that get tied up. It can be either way round.”

Julia looked shocked.

“You mean Emma might have tied you up? You are bigger and stronger than her.”

“As a game, consent is essential,” Emma added. “If you are playing, the resistance is part of the role playing. Once you are tied up, if it is done properly, it doesn’t matter how strong you are, or how much stronger you are than the person who tied you up. Once bound, you are helpless. It is a form of power exchange. The one who submits allows the other complete control. It can be very arousing to be unable to resist hands wandering over your body…”

Julia looked interested but unconvinced.

“I’m not sure how you, Emma, could tie Paul up so that he couldn’t get free. I think he would have to pretend he was tied, not be really helpless.”

“She could, and did.” I interrupted.

“How?” asked Julia.

“There is only one way to convince you,” said Emma. “I’ll show you. Paul. Take your shirt off please.”

“What!”

“Take your shirt off,” Emma repeated. “It’s only fair. You have seen enough of Julia to know she’s a natural blonde…”

Julia blushed.

“…and taking your shirt off is no big deal by comparison. Please?”

I took my shirt off.

Emma went upstairs and came back holding her hands behind her back.

“Please stand up with your back to Julia and I. Julia, come and stand beside me, please.”

We obeyed.

“Hands behind your back, Paul, wrists crossed.” Emma ordered.

She wound something silky, presumably a silk scarf, around them and knotted it.

“See, Julia, that is a simple knot. He could wriggle out of that in seconds. But if I tie the ends in the opposite direction and pull hard…”

She did. The loops around my wrists tightened.

“…now he can’t get free. You can’t, can you, Paul?”

I tried as hard as I could. My wrists were completely fixed.

Emma led me back to the settee and pushed me to sit down on it. She dropped to her knees and tied my ankles with another silk scarf. She untied it again.

“You do his ankles, Julia. You saw how I did it.”

Julia tied my ankles.

“Now he can’t walk, nor unfasten his hands.” Emma said emphatically. “I’m off to the kitchen to prepare our evening meal. Julia – he’s all yours.”

Emma left the room. What did she mean by her last remark?

Julia sat down beside me.

“We need to talk,” she said. “But first…”

She kissed me; not a peck but a proper lingering kiss. Her arms wound around my neck and her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth. I couldn’t help responding. She straddled my legs, her knees either side of me. Her blonde hair fell against both of my cheeks as her kiss forced my head backwards. When the kiss ended both of us were short of breath. Julia leant her covered breasts against my naked shoulders. Her erect nipples were obvious. I had to look up to see her face.

“I’m not letting you go that easily. You are not going to drive me home and walk out of my life. I want you. Thanks to Emma I have you where I want you.”

I might have answered but she pulled up her T-shirt and pressed my head into her cleavage. My face sank into soft perfumed flesh. The perfume was Emma’s. The cleavage certainly wasn’t. It had a totally different texture and feel and excited me more than I wanted to admit.

Julia peeled her T-shirt over her head, wriggled out of her bra and replaced my head between her naked breasts.

“That’s better,” she purred. I could barely hear her as her breasts were pressing against my ears. “Now we are on equal terms. Perhaps we’re not. You are tied up. I’m not. I’m beginning to see the advantages of mild bondage. Now to try something else.”

She pulled back from my face. I opened my mouth to speak. Her hand stuffed a warm pair of panties between my lips. She wound her bra over my mouth and tied it behind my head.

“That’s better.” She said. “Now you can’t interrupt. Emma said that you had seen that I’m a natural blonde. I don’t think you saw too much last night in the light of your minuscule torch. I’ll prove it.”

She stood up, unzipped her skirt and dropped it. My eyes were drawn to her exposed bush. She was a true blonde. An excited blonde. Her pussy moved closer to my face and then she dropped to her knees. She removed my shoes and socks. Her hands lifted to my trousers, unzipped them and started to pull. My weight stopped them moving.

“You’ll have to co-operate. Lift your hips.”

I thought about refusing but my erection and excitement overcame my reservations. I lifted my hips. Julia pulled my trousers and boxers down to my tied ankles. My erection sprang up to salute her. She dropped her lips to kiss it. I groaned into my gag. Julia glanced up at my strained face.

“Sorry,” She smiled at me. “I’ll let you use your mouth as long as you know what to do with it. You do, don’t you?”

She climbed up my body. Her legs straddled my shoulders, dangling behind the settee. She untied her bra and pulled her panties out of my mouth. She settled herself so that my lips were pressed against her soft silky blonde bush. I knew what to do. My lips pressed against hers and my tongue sought the warm cleft. I licked and explored, tasting her natural flavour. I was slightly worried that the settee might overturn as she thrust her bush harder against me. I soon forgot those worries as I lost myself in my task of satisfying Julia’s need.

Her legs clamped around me as soon as I found the place that really worked for her. I snorted through my nose whenever I could. After several settee-shaking spasms Julia slid down my body to impale herself on my impatient erection. Almost as soon as she had covered me I shuddered into action. Her arms held me into a passionate kiss as she pulsed around me. We were perfectly matched for height, able to couple and kiss at the same time.

I relaxed into her embrace, spent. I scarcely felt her untied my wrists and feed my arms around her. I pulled her against me and we lay there for the short time before I recovered. Her pussy tightened around my rising tool and caressed it to a slow crescendo. This time I had the orgasm. She didn’t. She was giving me the attention I had given to her earlier. She brought me to a climax without thought of having one of her own.

She rested her head on my shoulder, her breasts snuggling against my side.

“See, Paul,” she said. “You wanted me. I wanted you. Now we know. Isn’t that much better than waiting until you had taken me home and asked politely for a date?”

“Mmm!” I replied as she claimed my lips again.

“You will ask me for a date, won’t you?”

“Yes, Julia… if you let me speak. Can I ask now?”

Apparently not. She kissed me again.

“You don’t need to ask. Whenever you want me, I’m available.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight? But we are staying here.”

“Exactly. I would love us to stay here… together.”

“Is that fair on Emma?”

“Fair?” I snorted. “Do you think Emma and you were fair to me? That bondage was set up between you, wasn’t it?”

Julia smiled.

“Then I think Emma has already decided how you and I are spending tonight, hasn’t she? And you plotted it with her, didn’t you?”

She nodded, still smiling.

“I’ll have to surrender. With two women against me, one of them a naked true blonde, I have no choice, have I? Not that I want a choice. I would be delighted to stay with you tonight.”

Julia answered me with another kiss.

“Now that is settled I think we should dress.” She said. “Emma can’t delay the meal much longer. We have tonight to see what else we can do. Who knows what might happen?”

There was a glint in Julia’s eyes that hinted that something might happen. I hoped I’d enjoy it. I thought I would.

We dressed. Julia was right. The meal was ready.

We shared a bottle of wine between us. Julia drank the least. I think she was still thinking about how drunk she had been last night.

As we were sitting down with the coffee Emma startled me by announcing:

“The taxi will collect me in quarter of an hour. You have the house to yourselves tonight. You know where things are, don’t you, Paul. You’ll have to make the breakfast. I’ll be back mid-morning.”

“Wha…”

“Don’t be silly, Paul,” Julia cut in. “She’s going to be with George, aren’t you, Emma?”

“Yes. I told him that I didn’t want to play gooseberry and told him I was feeling fruity. For an old bachelor he caught on fast. There’s one last thing. I need to be sure Julia is protected. She’s taken one of my pills. We use the same brand, but I need to be sure she is in control so she and I are going to tie you, Paul, to the bed.”

“What!”

“You heard. Any objections? If you object I stay here. You wouldn’t want me to miss my first night with George would you?”

I subsided. I allowed them to take me upstairs and tie me spread-eagled to the double bed. I was naked. Emma made a production of kissing me good night. I think it was a farewell kiss in more senses than one. Emma left. Julia stripped slowly in front of me. We made love, or she made love to me, slowly and gently all night. Julia had untied me after the first half-hour because the bonds were impeding what she wanted to do.

I brought her breakfast in bed. We were still in bed when Emma returned. She brought us coffee and sent me off for a shower while she and Julia compared notes, at least that was what I assumed they were doing. Even through the shower I could hear that they were enjoying themselves.

After lunch Julia and I were preparing to leave when my mobile phone rang. It was the Ashford police. They wanted all three of us at the police station this afternoon. I asked whether we needed solicitors. The reply was that we didn’t. They wouldn’t tell me why Emma had to come too. They told me that they would explain when we arrived.

Emma rang George to tell him where we were going. He arranged to collect her from Ashford. All three of us got into my car and on a Sunday the A28 wasn’t too bad. We were in Ashford within an hour and a half.

At the police station we met Mary and her friends. We were all taken into a large room. It looked as if it was used as a lecture hall, set up with a projector and screen. A police inspector took the podium.

“I hope that all of you can clear up the loose ends about Josiah Smith’s death. There will be no charges for anyone, not even for the assault on the deceased by Mary and her friends. What I assume none of you knew was that Mr Smith had installed a high quality closed circuit TV system in his house. Everything that happened on Friday night was recorded. We have roughly edited it together and cut it so that it will take about an hour to watch. Then we will have some questions for you. I hope that will not take long and then we can close the case. OK?”

Most of us nodded. There were some apprehensive looks between Mary and her friends.

“The video starts with something recorded about two months ago. Mr Smith made copies of this as DVDs. It shows what he did with a woman I think none of you know, Sophie Jackson, his closest neighbour.”

The lights dimmed. All the footage had time and date clearly displayed.

The projector started by showing Ms Jackson having a meal with Joshua. They were drinking heavily but I noticed that he was drinking much less than she was. The strip poker game ran as Julia had described. The champagne seemed to have a significant effect on a naked Sophie. Joshua half carried her into the bedroom. There he dressed her in a pink gingham dress, tying her wrists behind her, her ankles and knees together, and then pushing her panties into her mouth before lashing the hood over her head. By that time she was struggling violently but uselessly. He seemed to be calling her Jane and abusing her for leaving him.

He brought a large tray trolley from the dining room and rolled Sophie’s bound body on to it. He wheeled it through into the kitchen. In there he lowered a drying frame from the high ceiling and d****d her body across it, securing her shoulders, arms and waist to it so that her hips and legs were dangling. He hauled the drying frame upwards until Sophie’s hips were at the level of his eyes.

Joshua pulled the cotton panties down to her lashed knees and then buried his head inside her layers of petticoats and skirt. Sophie was struggling and the frame was swaying as he busied himself between her legs. One hand unfastened his zip and he masturbated himself one handed. Once he had ejaculated his head withdrew from under the petticoats.

He opened a kitchen drawer and took out a rolling pin. He pushed it up under the skirt. Sophie’s reactions showed what wasn’t visible on camera. The muffled sounds coming through her gag were horrible. When he took out the rolling pin it was streaked with blood. He started again, this time with the end of a baseball bat. We could hear Sophie’s extreme distress. blood was running down Sophie’s legs in small rivulets when he had finished. He fitted a large panty liner to the white cotton panties and then settled the panties around Sophie’s hips. He lowered her back to the tray trolley, untied her from the drying frame and wheeled her back to the bed. He tied her to the bed and then straddled her. At that point the video stopped.

The lights were turned on. The inspector said:

“That was one incident. There are several similar scenes on the DVD over a period of a couple of weeks. We have only shown you the milder scene. Have any of you had such an experience with Mr Smith? I don’t want to know the details. Just raise your hand briefly.”

I had expected Mary to raise her hand. To my horror Emma did as well. Her other hand reached for mine and squeezed it. I squeezed back. I saw Mary’s friends hug her.

“OK. That is enough. I won’t ask for any more. Now I want to show you what happened on Friday evening and Saturday morning. There will be no sound. Where it was similar we have cut out the scene so it starts with a naked Julia seeing Joshua spike her drink…”

The lights went down. There was no sound at all on this video. Julia’s back view was seen peering through into the kitchen. The video switched to a view of the kitchen and clearly showed Joshua spiking the champagne. Julia was seen flashing through the hall and there was a blurred image of the Porsche driving away. Joshua ran after her and stopped about twenty feet from the front door. From either side of the house a group of women rushed him and overpowered him. He was seen being carried back into the hall and struggling violently.

The scene switched to the living room. Mary opened the old chest and pulled out Julia’s clothes. She obviously swore. She went out of the room and the shot switched to the bedroom. The gingham dress was carefully laid out on the bed. Mary grabbed the hood and ran back to the living room shouting. She punched Joshua in the stomach. The long slip was forced over his head. Julia’s panties were hauled up his legs. He was tied hand and foot with Julia’s bras. The women forced him into an armchair and tied him to it with Julia’s long golden belt and pantyhose. Julia’s remaining clothing was strewn across the floor. Finally Mary pulled the hood over his head and tied it loosely before attaching the wig. She shouted soundlessly at him and tried to punch him again but was prevented by her friends who dragged her away and out of the house, leaving the front door wide open.

The video switched back to Joshua. He was struggling and obviously shouting. This went on for a few minutes before the video jumped forward about a quarter of an hour. He was still and slumped in the chair. The view changed to the hall. Sophie was seen cautiously approaching the door. Back to Joshua. He was shouting again. Sophie entered the room and approached him. She removed the wig and untied the hood before taking it off. Joshua was shouting violently at her. She recoiled, tripping slightly on some of Julia’s clothes. She looked down.

She reached down and picked up Julia’s spare panties. She looked at them carefully, totally ignoring Joshua’s frantic yelling. She walked slowly out of the living room to the bedroom and picked up the large cotton panties laid beside the dress. She rummaged in a dressing table drawer to find a box of large panty-liners. She walked back to the living room with the panties and the liners. Joshua was struggling violently and still shouting. Sophie opened the panty-liner box and took one out. She put it down on the tray table. Joshua was frantic. Sophie calmly stuffed his mouth with the large panties, held them in place with one hand and peeled the backing off the panty-liner with her teeth. She pressed the panty-liner across his stuffed mouth and smoothed it in place. She was moving slowly and deliberately as if she had all the time in the world.

She picked up the hood and pulled it down over Joshua’s grimacing face. She tightened it hard, easing the lacing through each hole to force it as small as possible before she added the wig.

Sophie tied his legs with Julia’s blouse before untying the long golden belt. She helped Joshua to struggle to his feet but his ankles were still tied to the chair. As he wobbled blindly she threw Julia’s long black dress over Joshua’s head and dragged it down beyond his knees. She lashed the golden belt around him once.

She left him swaying as she pushed the tray table towards the chair. Sophie pushed him forward so that he fell across the table. She lashed him to it with the rest of the golden belt before transferring the pantyhose from the chair to the legs of the tray table.

She wheeled him from the living room to the kitchen. She lowered the drying frame to a level below the top of the tray table. Until now everything had been done with little effort. Transferring him from the tray table to the drying frame took all her effort. She lashed his upper body to it with Julia’s slacks and the golden belt. She removed the pantyhose from his ankles and tied a noose around his neck. At that point it seemed that Joshua realised what she intended. The frame was shaking violently as she hauled it up towards the ceiling.

Sophie stood a chair on the kitchen table and climbed on to it. She hooked the pantyhose noose over the hook in the ceiling. She untied and removed the slacks and then repositioned the golden belt so that it was twice around the outside of the long black dress. Joshua was held on the drying frame by his own weight and friction. Any slight movement and he would slide off, to be brought up short by the pantyhose noose.

Sophie got down from the chair, lifted it down and threw it sideways on to the kitchen floor. Joshua started but stilled himself.

Sophie took the pulley system and lowered the drying frame inch by inch. Finally Joshua started to slip off and was presumably caught by the pantyhose noose. The video stopped just before his weight was transferred. The lights came on again.

The inspector cleared his throat.

“Sophie pulled the drying frame back up to the ceiling and left the house. Joshua did not die quickly. We have cut that part off the video. We might show it to the coroner but you don’t need to see it. You know he is dead.”

We all started to ask questions but the inspector held up his hands.

“In a minute, perhaps. What you don’t know is that Sophie is also dead. She crashed her car near Hythe yesterday morning. We think it was suicide but… She left a note for us. She said that what Joshua had done to her had made her barren and some of the other damage was not repairable. She wrote that she would have died soon anyway. Whether that is true or not is irrelevant. Sophie believed it. The coroner thinks she may have been right. So we have a murder, and the person who did it is dead. If the case had come to court Sophie might have been able to plead provocation…

There are two things the police would like to know. First, do any of you know any others who might have been victims of Mr. Smith? The second thing is: Do any of you know if he had any close relatives? He left a will, which is very unusual. If there are close relatives they may wish to challenge the will. Can you let me, or one of the sergeants, know before you leave if you can help.”

Emma asked: “Why did you show us that video?” Several heads nodded in agreement to the question.

The inspector replied: “Three reasons. One, we want answers to the two questions. Two, we wanted you to see and remember the actions of a brave woman. Three, we want to deter those who assaulted Mr Smith from ever doing something like that again. I don’t think you will. Next time – please take your grievances to the police. You might have saved Sophie. You did save Julia, after she had saved herself, but there might be others who are still suffering.”

We left it at that. We were all very subdued. Mary and Emma thought of a couple of names of women who might have been Joshua’s victims. No one knew of any relatives. Joshua had never mentioned any.

A few weeks later a solicitor contacted Emma. She rang me. Joshua had left all his property to her provided that she attended his solicitor’s office dressed in the pink gingham dress. Eventually she did, escorted by George, Julia and I. She changed into the dress in the solicitor’s washroom, listened to the reading of the will and then changed back to her street clothes. George hugged her to stop her shaking.

We had a joint wedding. I gave Emma away. George gave Julia away. George and I also acted as each other’s best man. Mary and her friends were bridesmaids for both brides. I think it was the first time for years that some of the bridesmaids had worn dresses. Whether that was true or not, they looked nearly as wonderful as the brides. Fitness can be beautiful.

George asked Julia and I to remove all the pink gingham dresses and the accessories from Joshua’s former house. We did. Sometimes Julia and I play with them. We have destroyed the spare hoods but one night she might be a frilly gingham girl tied hand and foot; another night I might be. I don’t think Emma would approve. She and Julia normally prefer to be naked and dangerous.