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"The Ambitious Race for Collecting Art"

A Piece of Fiction by Traveller

Chapter: 1

The brunette squirmed helplessly on the marble floor of the

dimly lit room. The bob of her hair hid the sweat formed on her

forehead. Her struggling hiked up the skirt of her French maid

uniform, revealing the lace top of her ruined stockings and the

rest of her garter belt. She let out a high pitched noise muffled

effectively by the ace bandage wrapped around her lower face.

The man with the thin mustache, wearing a tailored suit,

enjoyed the sight as he puffed on his cigar. He put the roll of

bandage on the table where the rest of the coil of rope used to

hogtie the brunette, rested. Upon hearing footsteps behind him,

Clark Willie, turned around to face Ursula Stanton, dressed in

her stiletto heels and a latex catsuit.

"I'm impressed, my dear. You're working fast, indeed" she said

while taking notes in a small adress book.

"You can untie poor Monique, now"

"Just five more minutes..." he said with a huge grin, watching

the feisty girl struggling in her bonds.

Ursula produced a cigarette, complete with it's holder out of no

where. Clark lit her cigarette.

"You're both a gentleman and a villian with a heart, my dear Mr.

Willie" she smiled."Our first target is the daughter of Ricky

Fellon. He's the only one that can outbid my offer for that

expensive jewellery box. In fact, the reason he wants to buy it is

her daughter. So if we take her out of the picture, I'll be able to

buy that priceless piece of antique"

"What about that lovely Russian ballerina?"

"Olga Pudovkin retired a decade ago, dear, so I don't think it's

appropriate to call her a ballerina. No, she's my rival for that

mirror from the 17th century. On top of our list we have Gwen

Fellon. Now if you'll untie Monique, we can get to work. I'll be

waiting in the car"

Ursula exhaled the smoke and left the room as Clark untied

Monique's crossed ankles.

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Gwen Fellon is a twenty year old college student majoring in

journalism. With her sad blue eyes, the hairband keeping her

blonde hair tidy and her beautiful visage she is the dream girl

of every other person in her class. Gwen, dressed in her white

blouse, tight skirt, white ankle socks and black ballet flat shoes,

waits for her chauffeur in the corner just outside of the campus.

Just as she waits with her books pressed against her chest, a

young woman in a long coat approaches her.

"Excuse me. Would you like to sign the petition for a new chess

club?" Monique asks with a pen in her hand.

"Sure" Gwen smiles, not noticing the car with the tinted

windows, come to a stop right next to her.

"Where should I sign?"she asks innocently as Clark emerges

from the car with a blanket in hand. Ursula follows him with a

coil of rope.

"Right there" she points as she makes eye contact with Clark.

"I used to play chess in...??"

Without a warning, Clark throws the blanket over Gwen's head.

Her books fall on the floor. Immideately she begins struggling

and tries to kick her assailant.

"What is... ??? HELP!!!" she screams in panic. "HELP ME!!! I'm

being abduMMMPFF!!" Clark clamps his hand over Gwen's

mouth over the fabric encasing her upper body. Monique holds

the struggling girl as Ursula ropes up her arms and legs. Still

handgagged, Gwen is forced to get inside the car. Monique

gets in the driver's seat as Clark and Ursula get in the back with

their captive sandwiched between them. The blonde journalism

major whimpered at the top of her lungs, under the hand

covering her lips as the car disappeared within seconds...

Chapter: 2

Gwen is tied to a chair, her hands tied to the arms of the chair

and her feet tied to it's legs with rope. A strip of white tape seals

her lips shut. Her bulging cheeks point that her mouth is stuffed

with something big in size. Another strip of tape blindfolds her.

Gwen's clothing has been removed, except for her underwear,

ankle socks and ballet flats. She keeps mewing like a kitten.

Ursula stands behind her captive, speaking on the phone, one

hand covering Gwen's already gagged mouth.

"I'm glad we're clear on that Mr. Fellon. It was nice talking to

you"

Ursula hangs up the phone. With both hands, she cups Gwen's

firm breasts and carress them softly. Gwen shakes her head

from side to side, in a very feminine fashion. Then without a

warning Ursula removes the tape covering her eyes.

"MMMPHH!" Gwen moans, blinking her eyes.

She looks around the room and sees Willie talking to a

Japanese man, dressed in a suit. He holds two seperate

leashes that connect to collars on two Asian girls kneeling

beside him. Ursula puts a finger on Gwen's chin and raises her

head so that her blue eyes are looking into hers.

"I have some business to attend to, my dear" she says while her

red painted fingernails slide over the outline of her lips under

the tape. "Mr. Kaori will make sure that you'll have a good time

while we're gone. He's also one of the bidders for your auction"

"MMMMPPFRRRRRRR?!" Gwen whimpered in terror. Here

she was abducted by this woman. Obviously insane enough to

keep her bound and gagged so that she could hunt the artifacts

she is after. But this last piece of news meant that Gwen wasn't

going home after all. She was so scared that she began

rocking the chair back and forth in an attempt to get free.

"Ursula, dear. Monique called and said that she was able to

buy the item"

"How sweet. Then shall we pay a visit to Ms. Pudovkin?"

"Indeed. Monique will meet us there. Ms. Fellon, I'm sorry that I

won't be able to witness the shibari tutorial Mr. Kaori will

present. Some other time maybe. Kaori-san, please excuse us"

Ursula and Willie left Gwen alone with Mr. Kaori and his slaves.

Gwen knew that this man was up to no good looking from the

grin on his face as stroked her hair. His slaves untied Gwen

and held her arms, pinning her to the ground as he took coils of

rope. She yelled into the gag and tried to fight the girls holding

her, but in contrast to their feline forms, they were too strong for

her. One of the girls clamped a hand over Gwen's mouth since

her protests got louder as Mr. Kaori began tying pieces of rope

around her waist. Another piece of rope was tied that went

between Gwen's legs, pressing on her clit over her panties. The

other end of the rope was tied to her hands bound behind her

back. Soon Gwen was standing on one leg, her other leg

spread ninety degrees and tied to a hook on the ceiling. She

was exhausted as she tried to keep her balance. To Gwen's

surprise, as she tried to loosen the ropes binding her wrists,

she began to feel a sensation build up between her legs and

other sensitive parts. The crotchrope between her legs kept

rubbing against her clit with the slightest movement.

"Hmmm... Looks like you're enjoying this Gwen-chan" Mr. Kaori

smiled, approaching her with a leather paddle in hand.

The two oriental beauties poured babyoil over Gwen's soft

buttcheeks and breasts. Then without a warning, the paddle

landed on Gwen's ass. She shrieked into the gag. One of the

slaves immideately kissed the spot where the paddle had

landed. The other slave kept pulling at the ropes encircling

Gwen's breasts, putting pressure on them. The saddle landed

on her globes ( which turned pink ) one more time. They looked

like jelly under the paddling. Gwen's shiny body was overcome

by weird sensations she never experienced before. The paddle

striked her bare ass again. Poor Gwen tried to keep her

balance, with the rope burried in her crotch stimulating her.

Gwen was left in sweat, her panties were already soaked with

her own juices...

Chapter: 3

I can't stop but think about Gwen... My sweet Gwendoline... It's

almost like a weird dream ( or nightmare ) out of an Alain

Robbe Grillet novel... I blame myself for her disappearence...

Only if I could get there in time...

There she was standing in the corner with her blue eyes lost in

thought. A brunette that resembled the heroines of those

popular silent French films, spoke to her... I was going to

surprise her with the necklace I had bought for her but I was

running late because Prof. Indy Jones' lecture seemed to go on

and on. When the class was over I ran out the door to give my

Gwen her present. I kept running, not stopping to say hi to

Wendy or Charlotte.

Just as I was about to call out to Gwen, a car stopped right next

to her, blocking my view... I saw the man pulling a blanket over

her head and the older woman pushing her into the car. I was

in total shock... I called out at the top of my lungs but it was too

late. The car had left with my Gwen in the backseat... I wonder

where she is right now... Bound hand and foot, held in a

basement somewhere? In an opium house in Chinatown?

Dressed as an oriental slave, wearing a see through outfit

complete with an anklet... Her slender ankle tied to an iron

ball? These thoughts cloud my mind... Oh... My sweet, sweet

Gwendoline...

Mr. Fellon made it clear that he wasn't going to call the police...

I was furious since I could easily identify the abductors... It turns

out that it's a conspiracy to eliminate Mr. Fellon from that

auction. But how can you trust those people, what if they don't

let Gwen go... What if they decide to make profit from her

beauty... I argue with Mr. Fellon that she can be inside a crate

in the docks, waiting to be transported to another country as we

wait here... No, he's not convinced of my "pulp fiction inspired

imagination". That's when I get out of there... I get into my car

and go straight to the auction... If those people want that

antique case so badly, they'll be there somewhere, lurking in

the shadows...

The auction didn't start yet... I wait in the lobby with a drink in

my hand, scanning my surroundings... A redhead with green

eyes, in a black dress, flirts with me. I tell her politely that I'm

waiting for someone. That's when I see her... The French

brunette... She goes inside the auction room. I follow her like

The Shadow... I might find Gwen on my own afterall. Well, every

young man dreams of being the hero that saves the damsel,

right? I sit at the back where I have a good view of the brunette

and I wait ( patiently I must add )...

Chapter: 4

I keep my eyes on the brunette. She looks calm. I mean after

all, she had kidnapped an innocent girl and yet she can walk

around in public with confidence. The first auction item is the

jewellery case that Gwen's abductors want so bad. The

brunette keeps pulling her hair behind her ear as she keeps

raising her flag and I notice the delicate nape of her neck. How

can a beautiful young woman like her be part of a horrible

crime like this?

That's it... Within a minute she is the new owner of the antique

case she came here to claim. The brunette gets up and leaves.

I follow her. She hands a piece of paper to someone from the

personnel, the adress that the case will be delivered, I assume.

The clicking sound produced by her heels echo in the empty

hall. I can't take my eyes off her back seamed stocking clad

legs and I feel excited. Because of her allure or because of this

hot pursuit... I don't know...

She occupies a phone booth and dials a number, probably

calling her partners in crime. I manage to pick a few words. "Mr.

Willie? This is Monique" "Yes.." "I'll meet...". Monique exits the

hotel and I keep following her. She looks around as if she

sensed someone is following her. I hide in the shadows. She

heads towards a narrow alley. I wait for a few seconds and go

in the same direction.

She's about to get into her car. Without making much noise, I

come up behind her and clamp my hand over her mouth.

Immideately, she starts making mewing noises.

"Be quiet" I whisper in her ear. As she keeps struggling, her

rear keeps rubbing my crotch and I feel... I don't know... "I said

be quiet". She stops fighting me.

"I'm a friend of Gwen's. The girl you have kidnapped"

She giggles under my hand covering her mouth.

"I'm going to remove my hand and you're going to remain

silent" I felt like I was the criminal here. Why did I even say that?

I mean here I have caught one of my sweetheart's kidnappers

and I act as if I'm one of them... Anyway, she nodded in

agreement.

"Listen, you're going to take me to her. Don't try to make a move

or... I'll have to hurt you" even I didn't believe my last remark.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Ace" she

giggled

I had to think of something.

"Be quiet and remove one of your stockings"

She knew what I had in mind but with a mischievious smile, she

held one of her high heels by it's heel and removed the shoe.

Monique hiked up her skirt to reveal her garter belt. She undid

the suspender holding the stocking and slowly peeled the

nylon as if she were performing a burlesque show.

"Come on Gypsy Rose, we don't have much time"

She wriggled her painted toes, teasing me.

"Like what you see, Ace?" she smiled.

I didn't answer her question and tied Monique's hands infront of

her with the stocking.

"Be a getleman and help me with my shoe" she was acting

cool.

I took her shiny high heel and helped her foot slide back in.

She had shapely feet, slender ankles... I opened the passanger

door of the car and she got in.

"You're going fine. You might get lucky by the end of our date"

she said sarcastically. I got behind the wheel and started the

engine

"Now, give me the directions"

"Don't worry, my spot is close" she grinned.

"No games, doll" I said in my best hard boiled detective voice.

We kept driving in the night.

Big Band music plays inside the car( she asked me to turn on

the radio ). Monique crossed her legs and my eyes caught a

glimpse of her panties.

then I saw her looking at me, looking at her.

"We can have fun if you pull over"

"Be quiet"

"Have any cigarettes?"

"I don't smoke"

"You want to play hero, huh? Well let me tell you Ace, this is the

big boys playing. Can you handle it."

"Just be quiet"

"They are waiting for me. They'll know something is wrong if I

don't show up"

"As soon as I rescue Gwen, we're calling the police" She was

making me nervous.

We drove for an hour and reached a mansion that belonged to

Ursula Stanton ( that's what Monique told me anyway ). I

stopped the car.

"Now... I can't trust you. So please if you can move your

stockinged leg on my lap"

"Hmmm... a foot massage... I like that"

I gave Monique a serious look and with my hands sweating, I

removed her stocking. Again, I helped her with her shoe. I

moved closer and pulled Monique's hair behind her ear.

"Hmm... It was about time" she closed her eyes and made a

move to kiss me, I pulled the stocking between her teeth.

Monique opened her eyes as I tied it behind her head.

"MMMPFF??" she moaned as I gagged her with the nylon. I got

out and helped her get out the car.

"Lead the way, doll" she moaned into her gag. We managed to

get inside the mansion easily. She knew another entrance

since we couldn't go through the main door for the obvious

reasons. Her shoes made so much noise that I knelt infront of

her and removed them. I held Monique's arm with one hand

while I held her shoes with the other.

We went down to a large basement which resembled a

warehouse in proportions. I heard people talking in a foreign

language.. Japanese... and faint whimpers...

The basement is full of crates. We hide behind one of them. I

see two women, oddly enough, in chains. A man puffs on a

cigar. The women open up one of the crates. My eyes scan the

room as I hold Monique's arm with my hand. That's when I see

my Gwen!!!

"What have they done to her" I speak out loud. Monique giggles

behind her gag.

Gwen sits on a crate, naked except for her bra and panties. Her

clothes and ballet flats are piled up next to her. A square piece

of black tape covers her mouth. Her ankles are crossed and

bound with rope. Her arms are pulled behind her, causing her

breasts to thrust forward. Additional ropes go over and under

her breasts causing them to bulge out even more. The sight of

her bound and gagged like this ( for some strange reason )

excites me. It most definately creates a bizarre aesthetic. I

watch as she makes circling movements with her pretty feet (

probably to keep circulation ). She mews into the black tape

that contrasts with her white skin. She squirms sensually in her

bondage. It looks like a dreamy erotic dance ( now that's

another weird thought ). The man speaks to the other women in

Japanese. I'm glad that I learned Japanese from Mrs. Lee ( a

Japanese diplomat's wife ) when I was much younger. The man

makes cruel remarks about how fetching Gwen looks, straining

against the ropes like that. He gives them orders. One woman

holds Gwen by her feet while the other holds her under her

arms. The oriental ladies carry Gwen towards a crate as she

thrashes wildly and yells into her gag. They manage to get her

inside it, but Gwen refuses to kneel inside it. As she keeps

fighting her captors, our eyes meet. Gwen makes excited

noises under the gag. I signal for her to be quiet. She manages

to knock one of the women trying to get her to kneel inside the

crate. The man pours something on a piece of cloth, from a

small bottle. He approaches Gwen and is about to cover her

nose and mouth with the cloth when, suddenly, Monique

manages to get free from my hold and runs in their direction.

"MMMMM!!!!" she screams at the top of her lungs. The man

stops what he's doing and all eyes are suddenly on this

barefoot young woman, dressed in a French maid's uniform

with a stocking going between her lips. I run behind Monique

and manage to grab her before she reaches them. I hold her as

she yells at me, producing more muffled noises. Gwen makes

noises as well, but they are in a cheerful tone.

"Let go of Gwen" I tell the women. They look puzzled.

"Untie her! or... or I'll hurt her!" I point at Monique.

The Japanese guy draws a gun from his jacket.

"I don't think so young man. Let go of that poor girl. Hand her

over to my slaves"

He speaks to them in Japanese and the women approach us. I

push Monique on to them and they softly land on the floor. I

lung at the man's gun and it flies from his hand into Gwen's

crate.

"Gwen! Get the gun!" I tell her as I fight with the guy.

Gwen makes muffled noises and kneels inside the crate to get

the gun.

Chapter: 5

"Do we have to listen to this, Mr. Willie?" Ursula asked, as she

took a deep breath from the cigarette dangling between her

fingers.

"I know it doesn't beat the noises produced by our blonde

damsel, dear Ursula. But Mr. Goodman's music keeps my

spirits up"

"Pull over to the back" Ursula pointed as they reached famed

ballerina Olga Pudovkin's mansion. It was located at a hill with

a nice view of the city.

The duo got out of the car with ropes and such in hand.

"Lovely scenery, don't you think?"

"Indeed, Mr. Willie. But we're not here for appreciating the view

of the city. I'm beginning to think you're taking a pass at me,

with the music and your constant references to everything

beautiful"

"Ursula, Ursula.. It's true, I love strong women with a feminine

figure. But, please don't forget, I love my job just the same as it

enables me to bind those lovely feminine figures"

"Shall I take this as a threat, Mr Willie" Ursula asked playfully.

Clark held up the coils of rope in his hand with a grin.

The abductors casually walked to the front entrance of the

mansion and Ursula knocked on the door.

"Ready?" Ursula asked in a teasing voice.

"Always" Willie smiled. Ursula kissed Willie on the cheek

leaving a lipstick stain.

Footsteps from the otherside were heard and a young woman,

wearing a uniform consisting of a tight, black kneelenght skirt,

matching shirt, stockings and anklestrap high heels, opened

the door.

"May I... HMMPFF..?" before the poor dame could finish her

sentence, the dastardly duo jumped on her. Ursula's hand

covered her mouth as Clark began tying the squirming woman

up. He tied her hands behind her back. The woman's feet were

tied together. The final touch was a rectangular piece of tape

that sealed her lips. Ursula wrapped her legs around the

whimpering woman and clamped her hand over her already

gagged mouth.

"Would you please keep her company, dear Ursula. I'll take

care of our ballerina"

"With pleasure" Ursula grinned as her free hand carressed the

silky stockings of the hapless damsel.

Clark went upstairs. As he reached the third floor, he heard a

beautiful voice singing. He went for the source of the voice and

opened the door to a bedroom. On the side of the bed with her

back turned to Willie, sat a young woman in her early twenties,

with black hair and a striking figure. Clark could see from the

mirror on the wall that she had captivating blue eyes. She was

wearing furry, open toed high heeled slippers and a nightgown

that left nothing to imagination. Clark came up behind her. She

was reading a magazine and as soon as she sensed someone

behind her, she tossed the magazine under the bed.

"Aunt Olga, is that you?" she turned and immideately Clark

cupped his hand over her pink lips. She let out a yelp and tried

kicking him with her slipper clad feet.

"Be quiet my dear. I don't want to hurt you" he said as he stuffed

her mouth with a silk stocking lying on the bed. he quickly tied

her hands and feet and admired her beauty and his own

ropework. The young woman kicked and moaned on the bed.

The soft comfort of the bed created a contrast with her tight

bondage. Her struggling caused her breast to pop out of the

bra under nightgown. Her nipple was erect probably because

of the soft breeze.

"A bit excited, aren't we" Willie chuckled. The woman blushed,

her cheeks turning a shade of red.

Willie reached for the magazine the young woman had been

reading and as he flipped through the pages, a smile formed

across his face.

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"Well... well... I see you are interested in photography, my dear.

Nice... very nice, indeed"

Meanwhile, Ursula had removed the maid's clothes, save for

her stockings and shoes. She was tied in a tight pretzel hogtie

with her elbows almost touching. Her hands were holding the

six inch heels of her shoes and the heels dug into her soft

asscheeks. A vibrating "thing" that resembled a penis was

burried inside her. She was moaning into the tape wound

around her lower face. But it seemed as if her moans weren't

that of distress but arousal. Ursula was lying next to her,

inserting the buzzing "thing" deeper into her as she watched

the maid's spasmic movements. She stroked the maid's hair

and wiped the sweat formed on her forehead.

Willie came back with the young girl over his shoulder. He

carried a couple of bedsheets with his free hand.

"Ursula, meet Lily, Mrs. Pudovkin's niece" He lowered Lily's

struggling body next to the maid's.

"Where is Olga?" Ursula asked nervously.

"Well, it seems Mrs. Pudovkin is back at Russia to attend family

matters. She left Lily here to take care of the auction matter"

"Well if she's the one in charge then it doesn't matter" Ursula

said with relief "besides she'll make more money than Olga

herself"

Lily moaned into her gag upon hearing this last comment.

Clark's attention was, however, on the buzzing "thing" burried

between the maid's legs.

"May I ask what that delightful device is, dear?"

"That my dear is a new instrument reccomended by surgeon

general for women... Cures the headache.."

"Oh.." Willie marvelled at this stimulating device.

Ursula took a wide strip of tape and slapped it over the buzzing

vibrator to keep it in place.

"Let's not spoil the poor thing's fun. She had two orgasms

already"

"Why that thing is a work of genius" Willie checked his pocket

watch. "It's time to leave, don't you think"

"Right. We have plenty of time to play with our new friends back

at home" Ursula grinned.

Ursula and Clark wrapped the squirming ladies in bedsheets

and carried them to the car. Assuming she would need her

privacy, the abductors stuffed the maid in the trunk. Lily had to

travel on the backseat, bedsheets covering her body to avoid

the gaze of bystanders.

"Well... So far so good" Willie started the engine.

Ursula gave him a passionate kiss on the lips and immideately

lit a cigarette.

"Don't get any ideas, Mr. Willie" she said as she took a deep

breath from her cigarettes.

"Dames..." Willie thought to himself as he turned on the radio.

Then he turned it off in favor to listen to Lily's muffled moans.

Ursula gave him a look as if to confirm that he had made the

right decision.

"The Ambitious Race for Collecting Art"

A Piece of Fiction by Traveller

Chapter: 1

The brunette squirmed helplessly on the marble floor of the

dimly lit room. The bob of her hair hid the sweat formed on her

forehead. Her struggling hiked up the skirt of her French maid

uniform, revealing the lace top of her ruined stockings and the

rest of her garter belt. She let out a high pitched noise muffled

effectively by the ace bandage wrapped around her lower face.

The man with the thin mustache, wearing a tailored suit,

enjoyed the sight as he puffed on his cigar. He put the roll of

bandage on the table where the rest of the coil of rope used to

hogtie the brunette, rested. Upon hearing footsteps behind him,

Clark Willie, turned around to face Ursula Stanton, dressed in

her stiletto heels and a latex catsuit.

"I'm impressed, my dear. You're working fast, indeed" she said

while taking notes in a small adress book.

"You can untie poor Monique, now"

"Just five more minutes..." he said with a huge grin, watching

the feisty girl struggling in her bonds.

Ursula produced a cigarette, complete with it's holder out of no

where. Clark lit her cigarette.

"You're both a gentleman and a villian with a heart, my dear Mr.

Willie" she smiled."Our first target is the daughter of Ricky

Fellon. He's the only one that can outbid my offer for that

expensive jewellery box. In fact, the reason he wants to buy it is

her daughter. So if we take her out of the picture, I'll be able to

buy that priceless piece of antique"

"What about that lovely Russian ballerina?"

"Olga Pudovkin retired a decade ago, dear, so I don't think it's

appropriate to call her a ballerina. No, she's my rival for that

mirror from the 17th century. On top of our list we have Gwen

Fellon. Now if you'll untie Monique, we can get to work. I'll be

waiting in the car"

Ursula exhaled the smoke and left the room as Clark untied

Monique's crossed ankles.

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Gwen Fellon is a twenty year old college student majoring in

journalism. With her sad blue eyes, the hairband keeping her

blonde hair tidy and her beautiful visage she is the dream girl

of every other person in her class. Gwen, dressed in her white

blouse, tight skirt, white ankle socks and black ballet flat shoes,

waits for her chauffeur in the corner just outside of the campus.

Just as she waits with her books pressed against her chest, a

young woman in a long coat approaches her.

"Excuse me. Would you like to sign the petition for a new chess

club?" Monique asks with a pen in her hand.

"Sure" Gwen smiles, not noticing the car with the tinted

windows, come to a stop right next to her.

"Where should I sign?"she asks innocently as Clark emerges

from the car with a blanket in hand. Ursula follows him with a

coil of rope.

"Right there" she points as she makes eye contact with Clark.

"I used to play chess in...??"

Without a warning, Clark throws the blanket over Gwen's head.

Her books fall on the floor. Immideately she begins struggling

and tries to kick her assailant.

"What is... ??? HELP!!!" she screams in panic. "HELP ME!!! I'm

being abduMMMPFF!!" Clark clamps his hand over Gwen's

mouth over the fabric encasing her upper body. Monique holds

the struggling girl as Ursula ropes up her arms and legs. Still

handgagged, Gwen is forced to get inside the car. Monique

gets in the driver's seat as Clark and Ursula get in the back with

their captive sandwiched between them. The blonde journalism

major whimpered at the top of her lungs, under the hand

covering her lips as the car disappeared within seconds...

Chapter: 2

Gwen is tied to a chair, her hands tied to the arms of the chair

and her feet tied to it's legs with rope. A strip of white tape seals

her lips shut. Her bulging cheeks point that her mouth is stuffed

with something big in size. Another strip of tape blindfolds her.

Gwen's clothing has been removed, except for her underwear,

ankle socks and ballet flats. She keeps mewing like a kitten.

Ursula stands behind her captive, speaking on the phone, one

hand covering Gwen's already gagged mouth.

"I'm glad we're clear on that Mr. Fellon. It was nice talking to

you"

Ursula hangs up the phone. With both hands, she cups Gwen's

firm breasts and carress them softly. Gwen shakes her head

from side to side, in a very feminine fashion. Then without a

warning Ursula removes the tape covering her eyes.

"MMMPHH!" Gwen moans, blinking her eyes.

She looks around the room and sees Willie talking to a

Japanese man, dressed in a suit. He holds two seperate

leashes that connect to collars on two Asian girls kneeling

beside him. Ursula puts a finger on Gwen's chin and raises her

head so that her blue eyes are looking into hers.

"I have some business to attend to, my dear" she says while her

red painted fingernails slide over the outline of her lips under

the tape. "Mr. Kaori will make sure that you'll have a good time

while we're gone. He's also one of the bidders for your auction"

"MMMMPPFRRRRRRR?!" Gwen whimpered in terror. Here

she was abducted by this woman. Obviously insane enough to

keep her bound and gagged so that she could hunt the artifacts

she is after. But this last piece of news meant that Gwen wasn't

going home after all. She was so scared that she began

rocking the chair back and forth in an attempt to get free.

"Ursula, dear. Monique called and said that she was able to

buy the item"

"How sweet. Then shall we pay a visit to Ms. Pudovkin?"

"Indeed. Monique will meet us there. Ms. Fellon, I'm sorry that I

won't be able to witness the shibari tutorial Mr. Kaori will

present. Some other time maybe. Kaori-san, please excuse us"

Ursula and Willie left Gwen alone with Mr. Kaori and his slaves.

Gwen knew that this man was up to no good looking from the

grin on his face as stroked her hair. His slaves untied Gwen

and held her arms, pinning her to the ground as he took coils of

rope. She yelled into the gag and tried to fight the girls holding

her, but in contrast to their feline forms, they were too strong for

her. One of the girls clamped a hand over Gwen's mouth since

her protests got louder as Mr. Kaori began tying pieces of rope

around her waist. Another piece of rope was tied that went

between Gwen's legs, pressing on her clit over her panties. The

other end of the rope was tied to her hands bound behind her

back. Soon Gwen was standing on one leg, her other leg

spread ninety degrees and tied to a hook on the ceiling. She

was exhausted as she tried to keep her balance. To Gwen's

surprise, as she tried to loosen the ropes binding her wrists,

she began to feel a sensation build up between her legs and

other sensitive parts. The crotchrope between her legs kept

rubbing against her clit with the slightest movement.

"Hmmm... Looks like you're enjoying this Gwen-chan" Mr. Kaori

smiled, approaching her with a leather paddle in hand.

The two oriental beauties poured babyoil over Gwen's soft

buttcheeks and breasts. Then without a warning, the paddle

landed on Gwen's ass. She shrieked into the gag. One of the

slaves immideately kissed the spot where the paddle had

landed. The other slave kept pulling at the ropes encircling

Gwen's breasts, putting pressure on them. The saddle landed

on her globes ( which turned pink ) one more time. They looked

like jelly under the paddling. Gwen's shiny body was overcome

by weird sensations she never experienced before. The paddle

striked her bare ass again. Poor Gwen tried to keep her

balance, with the rope burried in her crotch stimulating her.

Gwen was left in sweat, her panties were already soaked with

her own juices...

Chapter: 3

I can't stop but think about Gwen... My sweet Gwendoline... It's

almost like a weird dream ( or nightmare ) out of an Alain

Robbe Grillet novel... I blame myself for her disappearence...

Only if I could get there in time...

There she was standing in the corner with her blue eyes lost in

thought. A brunette that resembled the heroines of those

popular silent French films, spoke to her... I was going to

surprise her with the necklace I had bought for her but I was

running late because Prof. Indy Jones' lecture seemed to go on

and on. When the class was over I ran out the door to give my

Gwen her present. I kept running, not stopping to say hi to

Wendy or Charlotte.

Just as I was about to call out to Gwen, a car stopped right next

to her, blocking my view... I saw the man pulling a blanket over

her head and the older woman pushing her into the car. I was

in total shock... I called out at the top of my lungs but it was too

late. The car had left with my Gwen in the backseat... I wonder

where she is right now... Bound hand and foot, held in a

basement somewhere? In an opium house in Chinatown?

Dressed as an oriental slave, wearing a see through outfit

complete with an anklet... Her slender ankle tied to an iron

ball? These thoughts cloud my mind... Oh... My sweet, sweet

Gwendoline...

Mr. Fellon made it clear that he wasn't going to call the police...

I was furious since I could easily identify the abductors... It turns

out that it's a conspiracy to eliminate Mr. Fellon from that

auction. But how can you trust those people, what if they don't

let Gwen go... What if they decide to make profit from her

beauty... I argue with Mr. Fellon that she can be inside a crate

in the docks, waiting to be transported to another country as we

wait here... No, he's not convinced of my "pulp fiction inspired

imagination". That's when I get out of there... I get into my car

and go straight to the auction... If those people want that

antique case so badly, they'll be there somewhere, lurking in

the shadows...

The auction didn't start yet... I wait in the lobby with a drink in

my hand, scanning my surroundings... A redhead with green

eyes, in a black dress, flirts with me. I tell her politely that I'm

waiting for someone. That's when I see her... The French

brunette... She goes inside the auction room. I follow her like

The Shadow... I might find Gwen on my own afterall. Well, every

young man dreams of being the hero that saves the damsel,

right? I sit at the back where I have a good view of the brunette

and I wait ( patiently I must add )...

Chapter: 4

I keep my eyes on the brunette. She looks calm. I mean after

all, she had kidnapped an innocent girl and yet she can walk

around in public with confidence. The first auction item is the

jewellery case that Gwen's abductors want so bad. The

brunette keeps pulling her hair behind her ear as she keeps

raising her flag and I notice the delicate nape of her neck. How

can a beautiful young woman like her be part of a horrible

crime like this?

That's it... Within a minute she is the new owner of the antique

case she came here to claim. The brunette gets up and leaves.

I follow her. She hands a piece of paper to someone from the

personnel, the adress that the case will be delivered, I assume.

The clicking sound produced by her heels echo in the empty

hall. I can't take my eyes off her back seamed stocking clad

legs and I feel excited. Because of her allure or because of this

hot pursuit... I don't know...

She occupies a phone booth and dials a number, probably

calling her partners in crime. I manage to pick a few words. "Mr.

Willie? This is Monique" "Yes.." "I'll meet...". Monique exits the

hotel and I keep following her. She looks around as if she

sensed someone is following her. I hide in the shadows. She

heads towards a narrow alley. I wait for a few seconds and go

in the same direction.

She's about to get into her car. Without making much noise, I

come up behind her and clamp my hand over her mouth.

Immideately, she starts making mewing noises.

"Be quiet" I whisper in her ear. As she keeps struggling, her

rear keeps rubbing my crotch and I feel... I don't know... "I said

be quiet". She stops fighting me.

"I'm a friend of Gwen's. The girl you have kidnapped"

She giggles under my hand covering her mouth.

"I'm going to remove my hand and you're going to remain

silent" I felt like I was the criminal here. Why did I even say that?

I mean here I have caught one of my sweetheart's kidnappers

and I act as if I'm one of them... Anyway, she nodded in

agreement.

"Listen, you're going to take me to her. Don't try to make a move

or... I'll have to hurt you" even I didn't believe my last remark.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Ace" she

giggled

I had to think of something.

"Be quiet and remove one of your stockings"

She knew what I had in mind but with a mischievious smile, she

held one of her high heels by it's heel and removed the shoe.

Monique hiked up her skirt to reveal her garter belt. She undid

the suspender holding the stocking and slowly peeled the

nylon as if she were performing a burlesque show.

"Come on Gypsy Rose, we don't have much time"

She wriggled her painted toes, teasing me.

"Like what you see, Ace?" she smiled.

I didn't answer her question and tied Monique's hands infront of

her with the stocking.

"Be a getleman and help me with my shoe" she was acting

cool.

I took her shiny high heel and helped her foot slide back in.

She had shapely feet, slender ankles... I opened the passanger

door of the car and she got in.

"You're going fine. You might get lucky by the end of our date"

she said sarcastically. I got behind the wheel and started the

engine

"Now, give me the directions"

"Don't worry, my spot is close" she grinned.

"No games, doll" I said in my best hard boiled detective voice.

We kept driving in the night.

Big Band music plays inside the car( she asked me to turn on

the radio ). Monique crossed her legs and my eyes caught a

glimpse of her panties.

then I saw her looking at me, looking at her.

"We can have fun if you pull over"

"Be quiet"

"Have any cigarettes?"

"I don't smoke"

"You want to play hero, huh? Well let me tell you Ace, this is the

big boys playing. Can you handle it."

"Just be quiet"

"They are waiting for me. They'll know something is wrong if I

don't show up"

"As soon as I rescue Gwen, we're calling the police" She was

making me nervous.

We drove for an hour and reached a mansion that belonged to

Ursula Stanton ( that's what Monique told me anyway ). I

stopped the car.

"Now... I can't trust you. So please if you can move your

stockinged leg on my lap"

"Hmmm... a foot massage... I like that"

I gave Monique a serious look and with my hands sweating, I

removed her stocking. Again, I helped her with her shoe. I

moved closer and pulled Monique's hair behind her ear.

"Hmm... It was about time" she closed her eyes and made a

move to kiss me, I pulled the stocking between her teeth.

Monique opened her eyes as I tied it behind her head.

"MMMPFF??" she moaned as I gagged her with the nylon. I got

out and helped her get out the car.

"Lead the way, doll" she moaned into her gag. We managed to

get inside the mansion easily. She knew another entrance

since we couldn't go through the main door for the obvious

reasons. Her shoes made so much noise that I knelt infront of

her and removed them. I held Monique's arm with one hand

while I held her shoes with the other.

We went down to a large basement which resembled a

warehouse in proportions. I heard people talking in a foreign

language.. Japanese... and faint whimpers...

The basement is full of crates. We hide behind one of them. I

see two women, oddly enough, in chains. A man puffs on a

cigar. The women open up one of the crates. My eyes scan the

room as I hold Monique's arm with my hand. That's when I see

my Gwen!!!

"What have they done to her" I speak out loud. Monique giggles

behind her gag.

Gwen sits on a crate, naked except for her bra and panties. Her

clothes and ballet flats are piled up next to her. A square piece

of black tape covers her mouth. Her ankles are crossed and

bound with rope. Her arms are pulled behind her, causing her

breasts to thrust forward. Additional ropes go over and under

her breasts causing them to bulge out even more. The sight of

her bound and gagged like this ( for some strange reason )

excites me. It most definately creates a bizarre aesthetic. I

watch as she makes circling movements with her pretty feet (

probably to keep circulation ). She mews into the black tape

that contrasts with her white skin. She squirms sensually in her

bondage. It looks like a dreamy erotic dance ( now that's

another weird thought ). The man speaks to the other women in

Japanese. I'm glad that I learned Japanese from Mrs. Lee ( a

Japanese diplomat's wife ) when I was much younger. The man

makes cruel remarks about how fetching Gwen looks, straining

against the ropes like that. He gives them orders. One woman

holds Gwen by her feet while the other holds her under her

arms. The oriental ladies carry Gwen towards a crate as she

thrashes wildly and yells into her gag. They manage to get her

inside it, but Gwen refuses to kneel inside it. As she keeps

fighting her captors, our eyes meet. Gwen makes excited

noises under the gag. I signal for her to be quiet. She manages

to knock one of the women trying to get her to kneel inside the

crate. The man pours something on a piece of cloth, from a

small bottle. He approaches Gwen and is about to cover her

nose and mouth with the cloth when, suddenly, Monique

manages to get free from my hold and runs in their direction.

"MMMMM!!!!" she screams at the top of her lungs. The man

stops what he's doing and all eyes are suddenly on this

barefoot young woman, dressed in a French maid's uniform

with a stocking going between her lips. I run behind Monique

and manage to grab her before she reaches them. I hold her as

she yells at me, producing more muffled noises. Gwen makes

noises as well, but they are in a cheerful tone.

"Let go of Gwen" I tell the women. They look puzzled.

"Untie her! or... or I'll hurt her!" I point at Monique.

The Japanese guy draws a gun from his jacket.

"I don't think so young man. Let go of that poor girl. Hand her

over to my slaves"

He speaks to them in Japanese and the women approach us. I

push Monique on to them and they softly land on the floor. I

lung at the man's gun and it flies from his hand into Gwen's

crate.

"Gwen! Get the gun!" I tell her as I fight with the guy.

Gwen makes muffled noises and kneels inside the crate to get

the gun.

Chapter: 5

"Do we have to listen to this, Mr. Willie?" Ursula asked, as she

took a deep breath from the cigarette dangling between her

fingers.

"I know it doesn't beat the noises produced by our blonde

damsel, dear Ursula. But Mr. Goodman's music keeps my

spirits up"

"Pull over to the back" Ursula pointed as they reached famed

ballerina Olga Pudovkin's mansion. It was located at a hill with

a nice view of the city.

The duo got out of the car with ropes and such in hand.

"Lovely scenery, don't you think?"

"Indeed, Mr. Willie. But we're not here for appreciating the view

of the city. I'm beginning to think you're taking a pass at me,

with the music and your constant references to everything

beautiful"

"Ursula, Ursula.. It's true, I love strong women with a feminine

figure. But, please don't forget, I love my job just the same as it

enables me to bind those lovely feminine figures"

"Shall I take this as a threat, Mr Willie" Ursula asked playfully.

Clark held up the coils of rope in his hand with a grin.

The abductors casually walked to the front entrance of the

mansion and Ursula knocked on the door.

"Ready?" Ursula asked in a teasing voice.

"Always" Willie smiled. Ursula kissed Willie on the cheek

leaving a lipstick stain.

Footsteps from the otherside were heard and a young woman,

wearing a uniform consisting of a tight, black kneelenght skirt,

matching shirt, stockings and anklestrap high heels, opened

the door.

"May I... HMMPFF..?" before the poor dame could finish her

sentence, the dastardly duo jumped on her. Ursula's hand

covered her mouth as Clark began tying the squirming woman

up. He tied her hands behind her back. The woman's feet were

tied together. The final touch was a rectangular piece of tape

that sealed her lips. Ursula wrapped her legs around the

whimpering woman and clamped her hand over her already

gagged mouth.

"Would you please keep her company, dear Ursula. I'll take

care of our ballerina"

"With pleasure" Ursula grinned as her free hand carressed the

silky stockings of the hapless damsel.

Clark went upstairs. As he reached the third floor, he heard a

beautiful voice singing. He went for the source of the voice and

opened the door to a bedroom. On the side of the bed with her

back turned to Willie, sat a young woman in her early twenties,

with black hair and a striking figure. Clark could see from the

mirror on the wall that she had captivating blue eyes. She was

wearing furry, open toed high heeled slippers and a nightgown

that left nothing to imagination. Clark came up behind her. She

was reading a magazine and as soon as she sensed someone

behind her, she tossed the magazine under the bed.

"Aunt Olga, is that you?" she turned and immideately Clark

cupped his hand over her pink lips. She let out a yelp and tried

kicking him with her slipper clad feet.

"Be quiet my dear. I don't want to hurt you" he said as he stuffed

her mouth with a silk stocking lying on the bed. he quickly tied

her hands and feet and admired her beauty and his own

ropework. The young woman kicked and moaned on the bed.

The soft comfort of the bed created a contrast with her tight

bondage. Her struggling caused her breast to pop out of the

bra under nightgown. Her nipple was erect probably because

of the soft breeze.

"A bit excited, aren't we" Willie chuckled. The woman blushed,

her cheeks turning a shade of red.

Willie reached for the magazine the young woman had been

reading and as he flipped through the pages, a smile formed

across his face.

( the magazine contained adventure filled pictures like these;

http://vintagefree.com/gal/13/vintage0009.html

http://vintagefree.com/gal/fetish1/fetish0005.html

)

"Well... well... I see you are interested in photography, my dear.

Nice... very nice, indeed"

Meanwhile, Ursula had removed the maid's clothes, save for

her stockings and shoes. She was tied in a tight pretzel hogtie

with her elbows almost touching. Her hands were holding the

six inch heels of her shoes and the heels dug into her soft

asscheeks. A vibrating "thing" that resembled a penis was

burried inside her. She was moaning into the tape wound

around her lower face. But it seemed as if her moans weren't

that of distress but arousal. Ursula was lying next to her,

inserting the buzzing "thing" deeper into her as she watched

the maid's spasmic movements. She stroked the maid's hair

and wiped the sweat formed on her forehead.

Willie came back with the young girl over his shoulder. He

carried a couple of bedsheets with his free hand.

"Ursula, meet Lily, Mrs. Pudovkin's niece" He lowered Lily's

struggling body next to the maid's.

"Where is Olga?" Ursula asked nervously.

"Well, it seems Mrs. Pudovkin is back at Russia to attend family

matters. She left Lily here to take care of the auction matter"

"Well if she's the one in charge then it doesn't matter" Ursula

said with relief "besides she'll make more money than Olga

herself"

Lily moaned into her gag upon hearing this last comment.

Clark's attention was, however, on the buzzing "thing" burried

between the maid's legs.

"May I ask what that delightful device is, dear?"

"That my dear is a new instrument reccomended by surgeon

general for women... Cures the headache.."

"Oh.." Willie marvelled at this stimulating device.

Ursula took a wide strip of tape and slapped it over the buzzing

vibrator to keep it in place.

"Let's not spoil the poor thing's fun. She had two orgasms

already"

"Why that thing is a work of genius" Willie checked his pocket

watch. "It's time to leave, don't you think"

"Right. We have plenty of time to play with our new friends back

at home" Ursula grinned.

Ursula and Clark wrapped the squirming ladies in bedsheets

and carried them to the car. Assuming she would need her

privacy, the abductors stuffed the maid in the trunk. Lily had to

travel on the backseat, bedsheets covering her body to avoid

the gaze of bystanders.

"Well... So far so good" Willie started the engine.

Ursula gave him a passionate kiss on the lips and immideately

lit a cigarette.

"Don't get any ideas, Mr. Willie" she said as she took a deep

breath from her cigarettes.

"Dames..." Willie thought to himself as he turned on the radio.

Then he turned it off in favor to listen to Lily's muffled moans.

Ursula gave him a look as if to confirm that he had made the

right decision.

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Hi friends …This is a real life incident which happened between me and my aunt Aarthi. My name is Kannan and I am 19 years old. I finished my 12th standard in Madurai and wanted to pursue a B.e degree. I thought that Chennai was the right place for it. I proposed the idea to my parents and they readily accepted. But they saw a problem in it. They didn’t want me to stay in a hostel since they felt that its not safe out there perhaps not conducive enough for me to study. At that moment, an idea...

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Normally trekking through an old growth oak forest would be the cat’s meow for me. After all, I am an ecology major just on the verge of graduation. The thought of graduation reminded me once again why I was here in these woods and my ire rose. Damn art requirement and damn counselor who had realized I was missing it! I hate art. I can’t even draw stick figures well for goodness sake. I had figured my safest route was a class called ‘Art in Nature’. I love nature…plus it was reported to be a...

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Hi! ISI readers I am Rajesh from Coimbatore a guy of 27 kind of average looking guy. I have always fantasized having sex with all age groups of women in different styles. This incident happened to me 8 months ago which has further increased my desire to women. I had just finished my degree and was in search for a job. Since I live in Coimbatore I was looking for a job in my home town, it was in one of the job interview that i had met Aarthi. Let me describe her Aarthi… she was a very sexy girl...

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I met Carla Drovnik at the wedding of a friend. The bride introduced her as an old school friend, and from the moment we shook hands, I was a lost soul. In that instant Carla seemed to have an aura of light around her. She was all my fantasies about women rolled into one. She appeared to be about twenty-four or five and around five feel six tall. She was dressed in a garment that had strips of cloth passing over the shoulders that then descended to cover her breasts, just. The breasts were...

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