CHAPTER 1

 

"Now I'd like both of you to undress before me please - both of you girls take all of your clothes off."

"What! You cannot ..."

Bang!

"Haaah please..." the beautiful blonde woman, Rosalind, screamed, covering her face with shaking hands as her friend Maureen's fat finger bulged over the small trigger of the handgun which was practically covered by her large hand. At the last minute, Maureen had shifted the ugly hole of the barrel and pointed the gun through the door of an adjoining room but the awful sound reverberated back and forth in the large underground cellar complex where she had taken them. The walls of the rooms were all padded and she guessed with the tiny part of her brain which was still trying to think rationally that the bullet had torn itself somewhere into the thick material in the other room. That was certainly better than the little slug gouging its way into her body. She felt even sicker with fear, casting anxious glances at Maureen's loathsome husband, Tom, wishing he was not staring at her with his cruel eyes, enjoying her terror.

"I've told you before 'girl,' no talking, none at all or you'll really, really regret it. I could have killed you then. Now do exactly as you're told both of you and you'll not get hurt. I tell you what; if you're shy, face away from each other. Each face an opposite wall, so I only I can see you. Now, do it please or my finger will twitch again on this trigger."

Shaking with fear, Rosalind turned gloomily to one of the padded walls, seeing from the corner of her eye her friend Alice do the same, her trembling fingers went to the zip of her jacket. She shuddered in fear and despair wondering how she could be in this mess. Seeking solace from her terrible predicament, her mind wandered back to earlier that afternoon.

 

"Hi girls, want a lift home?"

She and Alice had been shopping earlier that day when, as if by chance, their friend Maureen had called cheerily to them as they finally made their way down the quiet road to the bus-stop; neither she nor Alice could drive. Maureen was being driven by her new husband of the past sixteen months, Tom, and they willingly climbed into the backseat to escape the rain.

Almost immediately the car was under way Maureen had turned her bulk round in the front seat to point the small silver gun at them. It looked like some homemade modified contraption but the sight of it made Rosalind's belly tense with fear.

"Now if you are very good and obedient, you may live, if not you will die, I am quite serious. A bullet from this little gun will rip open your bodies like a sack of grain.

"What!" Rosalind's mouth had dropped open in shock as had Alice's beside her. The smile faded from her pretty face when she saw Maureen's chilling look - she hadn't realised before just how black and impenetrable were Maureen's small eyes. Her initial thought that this was some kind of crazy joke thing from her somewhat unpredictable and boring friend sunk without trace. Maureen looked utterly serious. She wondered how well she really knew her friend of several years.

"Look at that sweet little pussy." As she wound down a window Maureen pointed to an old ginger cat strolling down the winter-dark road as if he owned it.

Bang!

"Meeeooooow," Maureen had aimed the gun just above the old tom, which yelped and scampered away at breakneck speed into a hedge in sheer terror as her husband, Tom gunned the car away.

"You see girls it is very-very important for you to believe that I am serious and that this isn't any kind of joke, "Maureen had almost read their minds. "For so long I've had to put up with you two, so called, friends only using me when it suited you. But now I've got some money and a husband with whom I enjoy ... certain ... things. And now it's payback time. Turn round in your seat with your backs to me, hands behind you like good girls. There we go."

With fear twisting her belly Rosalind watched as Maureen handcuffed Alice's hands behind her back, stuffed a gag in her mouth, sealed it with black tape and pulled a bag over her head. Within a minute Rosalind was herself similarly bound. She felt so helpless and terrified. Initially she had tried to convince herself that this was some kind of joke, half expecting a prank reality television host to appear but this was all too serious and frightening for that. Her friend, good old Maureen who she always took for granted and used when no one better was around had turned vicious. Thoughts of her own husband and daughter flashed through her mind. Would she see them again?

She sensed that she was in real danger and felt sick with fear within the claustrophobic hood as the journey continued for a half an hour before the car stopped and she was pulled unceremoniously out, filled with fear of the unknown, unable to see, speak or defend herself in any way, utterly helpless.

They were led stumbling into a building, along corridors and then down steep steps. It was quite chilly and as several doors were unlocked and locked after them the air was quite musty. She knew that Maureen and Tom had recently bought a large but dilapidated old house but she had never been interested enough to visit. She guessed this might be the place they had now been taken to?

When their bindings were released and the bags pulled from their heads, Rosalind and Alice found themselves in a large, well-lit cellar room with high ceiling beams and padded walls, broken only by a large mirror and just a few items of furniture. Maureen was pointing the gun at them and Tom stood by with arms folded, smirking. Rosalind licked her lips nervously, never having seen her large friend looking so powerful.

"Now you are mine and you'll do exactly as I say, I'm deadly serious girls," Maureen spoke sharply, jerking Rosalind back from her reflections.

Maureen felt a warm glow suffusing her ample frame as the two lovely women bowed to her will. It was a feeling of pure power; she loved it.

"Don't be shy about undressing in front of Tom and I," she now purred," and turn your backs so you don't look at each other, and remember the no talking rule. Put all of your things, handbag, watch, jewellery in the bags", she kicked over a large carrier bag to each of them.

Maureen smiled to herself after Rosalind and Alice had turned back to back and began meekly undressing. She and Tom and planned this for ages. They had even exchanged their neat modern semi in the smart area of town where her victims lived for this large old place on the wrong side of the tracks. Six months, it had taken them to prepare the underground cellar, concealed behind a false wall and then wait for the right moment to catch her two friends alone. Now some of her deepest, darkest fantasies were being fulfilled. Absolute power, Rosalind and Alice were stripping before her. At last she would be able to see what others saw in them - and not her.

She drank in their fear as clumsy fingers fumbled with zips and buttons. They looked fetching in just their dark fishnet tights and underwear, like a cabaret show, but one based on fear.

"That's it girls," she breathed when they were each down to just their bra and pants." I bet you feel silly just standing there in your undies, as well as a bit frightened taking your clothes off like this. It must be horrible to be forced to undress in front of someone - and that's exactly what I want you to feel. Oh what pretty little skimpy bras and pants you wear, much smaller than my size 18s," she chuckled bitterly. "My, I thought you'd have matching ones Alice, not different colours. Let's share this with each other shall we, just walk around the cellar, follow each other. No, don't cover yourselves, hands by your sides, let's see those bits wiggling."

Maureen carried on like a film director, 'til her two friends were stiffly parading around the room in their underwear for her pleasure - and looking so lovely and vulnerable, their fear-hardened nipples visible through their bras. "But now I would like them off too please, everything, naked as nature intended. I know you're frightened poppet," she drank in Rosalind's wide eyed fear, "but I don't want to hear anything but the sound of clothes sliding from flesh. If anyone talks, says even a tiny word, they get hurt. Back against the wall again and strip stark naked."

She could feel the moisture between her legs as they both divest themselves of their last flimsy garments to stand, red faced, covering their shivering nudity with trembling hands; it was a dream come true.

"Oh why so shy, don't cover yourselves? I want to look at you. Stand with your hands on your heads, no moving, no talking," she demanded. "That's good girls," she clapped her hands as the two beauties blushingly revealed their nude charms, a sheen of fear covering each trembling body. "And no moving, none at all or you'll be so sorry at what I do to you," she twirled her little homemade gun - with which in reality she would be lucky to hit a barn door, it just made a lot of noise and fired cardboard blanks. But it had served its purpose.

They were both exquisite in their own ways she thought. Both women were of a similar age, blonde Rosalind in her mid-thirties and Alice her late twenties. Rosalind was a little slimmer than brown haired Alice but both were lovely - all of the things she wanted to be. Their bare breasts rose and fell with their gulping breaths, their bottoms clenching delicately as she walked behind them each, tapping those firm orbs. How often, she pondered, had she imagined being able to pat and touch those lovely bums wiggling under tight jeans or skirts - and now was touching their actual flesh.

Their bodies were both delicious, the result, she guessed, of their frequent toning trips to the gym. Still, Tom's small savings, which had been sufficient outlay to arrange this abduction, would hopefully produce a sufficient return for her to be able to enjoy such things too.

"Now a pretty picture for the album, no moving girls and oh, just to make it authentic...." She saw the look of apprehensive horror twitch both sets of pretty features as Tom donned a mask and stood behind them, cupping each of their bare boobs in his hands with utter possession. She could guess how much it cost them not to scream or run away.

Although she could easily dominate him, Tom could, she knew, be a bit ... creepy. She checked the picture. It was fine, the look of fear and utter servility on each face above their bodies shining with fear was just right. They were so obviously captives or prisoners against their will. That would serve to back up the initial ransom demand they would send she decided.

"That's fine, we're done with that bit," she nodded for a relieved Tom to remove his hot mask. "Now I think ... you first Rosalind," she cupped the blonde's heaving boobs, the nipples deliciously taut with fear like hard berries against her palm. "Tom, make Alice comfortable in a chair."

Maureen smiled at the way Rosalind shuddered under her touch, as her hands patted the delicate bottom; she was so smooth and firm. Meanwhile Tom had grabbed Alice dragging her without ceremony to one of the sturdy wooden chairs in the cellar.

"Sit on it, facing the backrest," he shouted into her red, flinching face as she had to splay her legs to comply, her bare bottom shifting on the hard cold wood. Expertly, such was his experience in such matters; he twisted and bound her wrists between her shoulders. After binding her ankles to each leg he completed her bondage with a large woollen scarf to gag her. "That's a good girl," he crooned surveying his handiwork, running a hand down the curve of her spine to pat the enticing swelling of her hindquarters.

"Stop covering yourself Rosalind, stand with your hands by your side please," Maureen demanded until her lovely blonde friend shyly revealed her body to her gaze. She looked so modestly vulnerable. "Hmm so that's what you've been keeping to yourself," the dominatrix grinned as she ogled the trembling body. "I never realised just how fat you were," she lied shamelessly but nevertheless enjoying the further crumpling of the beautiful face as she fired her barbed comments into her crimson-faced victim. It was great to deflate her still further no matter how unrealistic the lies she used. It compensated for all the lies and excuses her two 'friends' had used when they had better things to do than be with her. "Look at that belly and sagging tits," she prodded the near-flat stomach and still firm breasts. "Turn around. My, what a fat wobbly arse, as big as mine," she continued her outrageous comments whilst secretly delighting in touching the smooth flesh.

"And as for you Alice...." The brown haired woman was almost as beautiful as Rosalind but anyone standing naked before fully clothed tormentors loses all self-confidence and esteem. Tears trickled down Alice's face at the look of mock derision in Maureen's face as she peered at her body. "Now I think Tom needs to work his magic again, eh?"

 

It would be difficult to describe Rosalind's utter fear as Maureen's creepy husband, Tom, efficiently bound her with ropes. It was bad enough to be standing there in front of him without her clothes, having had her self-confidence destroyed by Maureen's comments but to have him actually touch her, tie her up too.... his hot, sweaty hands free on her helpless body.

Roughly he twisted her hands up behind her back and clicked handcuffs tightly around them. The strain of the position made her wrists and arms ache in addition to pushing her bare boobs rudely and provocatively out at him.

"Open wide," he demanded holding a rag before her frightened eyes.

"Why?" she mumbled shaking her head. "Haaaaghhh," she screamed in sheer disbelief as the bastard cruelly pinched one of her nipples and when her mouth gasped wide in unbelievable sharp pain, he shoved in the smelly rag and tied it behind her neck. Now she couldn't even talk.

Then, he crouched at her feet, stroking her bottom as he did so before tightly strapping her ankles together, testing their tightness. She cringed, wondering why he had also attached a chain to the strap constraining her ankles.