Chapter 1 - Knickers Nicker

 

"Good morning Ladies, please take a seat, and we will start the meeting," the raven haired woman said.

As with any meeting they made of list of those present, and then read out the minutes of the last meeting, and agreed them, the meeting continued to 'Any other business.'

"Yes ladies, I have some other business. We have in the past, punished wayward males for their actions. It has come to my attention that there is a male who is stealing ladies panties, off their washing lines. I feel very strongly that we need to act. It is now twelve months since we last educated a male, and the police have shelved the report made by our last culprit. I want your agreement that we act?" she asked the ladies present.

"Do you have a plan, or are you just asking for permission?" a sultry blonde asked.

"It's a bit of both, really, I ask for permission. As we require, but I also do have a plan, as to how, we can find the person responsible," the raven haired beauty said.

"And do you have any ideas, as to how we punish, this miscreant?" Another member asked.

"Oh yes, I do. He will be so, so sorry for his actions, once I have finished with him," the raven haired beauty said, with a broad smile on her face.

"All organized as usual hey, Alison?" The blonde asked.

"Of course, Carmen, I am female, aren't I? I think things through fully." Alison said laughing.

"What help do you need?" one asked.

"Very little, I will need help, to watch, and find out whom it is, and then to arrest him. After that, four of us for a day, to subdue him and make him obedient, then just two of us to keep him under control. I see it as a very simple job. The items go missing early in the morning, and he seems to be collecting one or two of every type, and or colour. I have a friend who lives in the affected area, and she is the one who informed me.

The police have tried, but it isn't really a serious crime, so it is not given the, erm, dedication, it warrants, but we will. I think a week of observations, before we have the culprit, and then whatever time we deem necessary, to effectively change their actions," Alison said.

"You are making it a proposal then, if so I second it, all we need now is a vote," Carmen said.

"We have a proposal and a seconder; can we have a vote?" Alison asked, "Thank you ladies all in favour. I suggest we begin on Tuesday that is when he usually strikes. It will mean an early start, my friend is willing to leave her panties out all night, and she has some very nice panties, erm, erotic panties with which to bait, the trap," Alison said smiling at them.

The meeting broke up, and they all went their separate ways, mostly to the beauty salon, or gym, being ladies of leisure, with their own substantial bank accounts.

It is funny what people do when they have nothing to occupy themselves with, these ladies all six of them started a vigilante group to punish wayward men, and had been very successful at catching the men, and then punishing them in a variety of ways. They had all been successful businesswomen, and sold out to a major company, putting millions in the bank from the sale, which they now used to fund their activities.

Tuesday came around, and Alison with Carmen and two other women, were on look out at her friend's house. On the line hung some expensive panties, in various colours and designs, to try and attract the knickers nicker.

By nine o'clock they decided that he wasn't coming, so they gave up and had a coffee, and a chat. They decided to try again the following morning, and each morning, until they did, catch him.

It was almost a week that they watched her line before he arrived, looked around, and then pinched four pairs of her panties. He put them in his pocket and left. Alison took photos of him as he raided the line, and then Carmen and Brenda followed him, they kept in contact with Alison with their mobile phones.

Three blocks away, they told Alison where they were, and she sent two more women by car to continue to follow him, whilst Carmen and Brenda came back, so as not to alert him that he was being followed.

"Do you have any idea, where he is going?" Alison asked, when they returned.

"No idea, I think he is just wandering about, a jobless lay about," Brenda said.

"She could be right, which will mean following him all day. We will need help," Carmen said.

"He is going into the 'Rose and Crown,' we will go in," the new team told Alison.

"Carmen and I will be outside when he leaves, you stay inside for a bit," Alison said.

The two women went in, and ordered a drink. They sat there sipping their drinks quietly, as they watched him. He went around the ladies in the pub, talking to them.

"What's he doing Marge?" the one with Margarita asked.

"I can't tell, I think he is selling the panties, of all things," Marge said shocked.

Marge pulled out her mobile phone and rang a number; she put it on speaker phone and held it in front of her face.

"Adrian, darling, my hair is such a mess, I-I nearly wore a scarf this morning. Can you be a darling and squeeze me in, this afternoon? I might as well have a facial, whilst I am in," Marge said, putting on an affected tone.

"Marge sweetie, as I keep telling you, there is very little we can do when someone is a perfect as you are, but we will try, would four o'clock be alright?" He asked.

"Four o'clock would be lovely, I will just have to hide away until then," she said.

"Not the time to be making hair appointments, is it, Marge?" her friend asked.

"No, but an ideal way to take pictures of the creep," Marge said, and smiled.

"Ladies, now you look like a very refined pair of ladies, and choosey about what you wear. Here I have some panties, they did fall off the back of a lorry like, but then again where can you buy a pair of panties of this quality for just one knicker?" he asked them, and smiled at his little joke.

"They do look expensive, and look new. Where did you get them?" Marge asked.

"Now, now ladies that, would be telling, wouldn't it? They are brand new, never been worn, and at that price a bargain. Just think, one knicker for a pair of knickers, what is that two for one, now that can't be bad, can it?" he asked laughing, and using his sales patter.

"No, it can't, I will take six pairs," Marge's friend said, adding, "Can you get anymore?"

"I don't know when my friend at the docks will have a new supply, and these are the last twelve pairs I have. What about you love?" he asked Marge.

"No thank you, I was in the lingerie business, and although they do look excellent quality, I have a supplier of designer panties, exclusively," Marge said, she managed to record the conversation, on her mobile.

Alison was outside the pub as the bloke left, and she followed him. Marge and Brenda went back to the meeting room, and waited for her to arrive.

"Well Ladies, what a day?" Alison asked taking control, "We watched a thief pinch the panties, and then try and sell them, and then believe it or not, he went to a pub by the docks, and met a bloke who handed him a parcel. More of an envelope really, a large one," Alison said.

"We have photos of the theft and the sale, and we have a recording of him trying to sell them, stating that they were not acquired legally. He didn't actually say that they were stolen, or that he had stolen them. Do we need that?" Marge asked.

"No, we can prove that he stole them, and that he was selling them, can't we Brenda?" Alison asked.

"Yes we can," Brenda said, putting her purchases on the table.

"My friends, and these, and these, but the other three are not hers, so he has other places he steals from, does he? We will soon put a stop to that," Alison said.

"How are we going to apprehend him?" Brenda asked.

"Leave that to me. I have a plan, and it is almost finished," Alison said.

It took two days for Alison to finalise her plan, and begin the operation.

"Police uniforms, isn't it illegal to impersonate a police person?" Brenda asked.

"Only if you are caught, and we won't be, and receiving stolen goods isn't?" Alison asked. "I can and will return these pairs, but unless we can find the owner of the other pairs, then I can't return them, and I will not be wearing them, so they can go in the bin."

Alison and Marge put on the uniforms, and walked boldly up to his home. It was a terraced house in a rough part of town. The street was empty; Carmen was also in uniform, and sat in the car outside his house. Alison knocked on the door and waited, she knocked again heavily.

"OK, OK, keep your shirt on," he shouted his reply.

"Mr. Andrew Webster?" Alison said as a question.

"Yeah," he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I have a warrant here for your arrest in connection with the theft of several pair of panties," Alison said, waving a piece of paper in front of him.

"Hey-what-I-fucking hell, you what?" He asked sleepily.

"Please turn around, and put your hands behind your back. We have an unmarked police car waiting, or would you prefer for us to send a marked car with flashing blue lights, and sirens, perhaps?" She asked.

Andrew turned around and did as told, but still not realising what was going on properly. They had waited till three in the morning to ensure that he was asleep, and the street was quiet.

Alison handcuffed him, and led him to the car. She pushed him in the back seat, and got in next to him.

Brenda got in the passenger seat in the front, and Carmen drove off, they left the town, and went into the countryside, where Carmen, as arranged, stopped, and she got out. She went into the ladies, and changed, and came back, Brenda went next, and then Alison.

"What the fuck is going on, you are not the police," he shouted.

"We are arresting you, and we are going to teach you a lesson you will not forget, in a hurry. Now shut up or we will gag you," Alison said as she got out of the car to get changed.

When they had all changed, Alison dragged Andrew out of the back of the car, and they dumped him in the boot. They tied his ankles together, gagged him, and blindfolded him, much to his muted protests.

"Well girls, Scotland here we come," Alison said, and got in the back seat, and went to sleep. They did not plan on stopping until they arrived. She woke up, and got in the driver's seat, whilst Brenda went back to sleep with Carmen.

It took them a good eight hours to reach their destination, and pull into the drive of a very isolated farm cottage in the Highlands of Scotland.

Marge was waiting for them when they pulled up, with a hot cup of tea ready for them.

The three of them drank the tea and recovered from the drive, and then sighed, and got up. They carried the bound Andrew down into the cellar, and put him in a room; they locked the door and leaned against it.

"I need a sleep, on a bed. We can leave that for another couple of hours, can't we?" Carmen asked, meaning Andrew.

"I don't see why not? Is the court room ready, Marge?" Alison asked.

"Yes, everything is, the room next to where we dumped him, is to be his cell, with shackles on the wall, a bed and a bucket. The room opposite is the courtroom, and the last room is where we enjoy his body. The house has six bedrooms, and is twenty miles from the next door neighbour. I booked it for six months, with a proviso that we could extend the stay.

"Excellent, shall we retire, we have had a long night," Alison said.

The three of them went to bed, and Marge put the car away in the garage, she also made lunch for them, for when they woke up.

It was early in the afternoon when they emerged and came down the stairs to a bowl of thick nourishing soup, and some ham sandwiches, with a mug of tea.

"I feel much better already that was lovely Marge, thank you. A few minutes rest to allow the meal to go down and then we shall begin," Alison said.

They rested, and then went down to what they had called the courtroom. Alison assumed the role of Judge, Marge defended him, and Carmen prosecuted him. Brenda was the usher.

Brenda and Carmen went to his cell and opened the door. They undid his ankles and helped him to his feet, and then led him into the courtroom, and removed the blindfold and gag.

"Mr. Andrew Webster, you are charged with stealing panties from washing lines. How do you plead?" Alison asked him.

"What the fuck is this? I have fucking well wet myself, have you no shame, leaving me for so long tied up, bitch?" he demanded.

"I'll take that as not guilty, and warn you, abusive language like that only leads to a more severe punishment, if found guilty, or a period in our cells for contempt of court. You have been warned," Alison said, and added, "You may proceed, madam prosecutor."

"I have evidence that the accused did steal ladies panties from washing lines, and then try to sell his ill-gotten gains in a pub. I will prove that he is guilty," Carmen said.

"If it, please, your honour, I will try and assist my client to the best of my ability to defend him. I have seen his abode, and I am sure he has had a bad childhood, which has made him do what he is doing. I cannot argue that he is not guilty, but I will endeavour to support him, during the trial," Marge said.

"In this court, even if an 'I' has not been dotted, if the evidence is overwhelming, then we find the accused guilty. It is not down to cleaver lawyers to get a guilty person off on a technicality. You are guilty, or innocent. Prosecutor you said that you have evidence, please, present it?" Alison asked.

"I have here photos, taken as he stole panties from a washing line, and a recording of him selling them. I present as evidence, the photos," Carmen said.

"I have no questions as to the photos. I have seen them and agree that they are genuine," Marge said.

"They are very damming, don't you think?" Alison asked him, showing him the photos.

"Yes, ok, so I stole a couple of pairs of panties, and I sold them, she bought some," he said indicating Marge.

"Indeed I did your honour, which I now enter into evidence. They were stolen from a particular washing line. The washing line we were watching and I have here the owner's statement that they are indeed the pairs she bought, and she thanked me for returning them," Marge said.

"I enter as evidence the statement from the owner of the panties," Carmen said.

"It doesn't get any better, does it, Mr. Webster? Perhaps a plea of guilty may be in order? What do you think?" Alison asked him.

"OK, OK, I stole them," he said.

"Excellent. Seeing as you have saved the court a lot of valuable time, I will be lenient on you. You will serve six months in our prison, take him down," Alison said, banging the gavel down.

"Hey, hey, you can't do that, who are you lot, anyway?" Andrew demanded.

"You have two options, accept our judgment, and serve your time, or we go to the police. I am sure they will also be interested in the large brown envelope you acquired at the docks, all documented and photographed. What was in the envelope, drugs?" Alison asked him.

"None of your business," he said, and shut up.

Andrew was led out of the courtroom, and back to his cell, where all four of them entered and stripped him, he complained, but as Alison said, he had complained about being left in wet pants, and all they were doing was removing them.

Naked they hosed him down before taking him to his proper cell, and shackling him to the wall, they left him naked, and dripping.

Alison laughed when they went back upstairs, "Did you see his face when we stripped him, and then hosed him down. He didn't know where to look. I think girls; we have him at our mercy, already, introductions. I will be the Mistress, the bitch. Carmen, you can be the blonde, we won't use names, except our hair colour. That makes you Marge, the vindictive ginger, and a nasty piece of work. Brenda, you will be auburn, subdued and inviting, a tease," Alison said.

"What's next, he needs to be dressed, and we don't have any clothes for him, except our own?" Brenda asked.

"Precisely, he steals panties, so we presume he wants to wear them, and he will, now who has a gag, ready for him?" Alison asked.

They waited for half an hour leaving him cold and still dripping. They were wearing him down. Before they went back to him, this time he would be able to attack them, so they wanted him vulnerable, which he was, naked.

They entered his cell and looked at him.

"I am going to give you choices, be careful which one you pick. You haven't eaten now in eighteen hours, and must be very hungry," Alison said.

"To fucking right bitch, and I want a toilet, for a dump, what the fuck is going on? You can't keep me here, like this," he shouted at them.

"OK, that has got rid of that, hasn't it? We have you shackled to the wall, in a cell, in a cellar, in a large house, miles away from anyone. The nearest neighbour is twenty or so, miles away. Now what are you going to do about it, do as told, or suffer in here naked, and dripping?" Alison asked him.

"I'll go to the police, and you lot will be arrested, kidnapping, is a serious offence," he shouted.

"As is, dealing in drugs, we found the stash you got from the dock yard, not a kilo of hash, but enough to send you down, and along with the evidence we have on you stealing, you will be away for a very long time. Now are you willing to do as told, or are you happy here?" Alison asked him and waved her hand at him emphasising his nudity.

"You know I am not fucking happy here. I am cold and wet. I'll catch my death of cold, if you fucking leave me, like this," he replied.

"I agree, so we will begin at the beginning, I am Mistress, to you, and my friend's here are Blonde, Ginger, and Auburn. You are slave. We are women, as you can see, and we do not wear male clothes, so your first option is do you want to get dressed, or not?" Alison asked him.

"Of course I fucking well do," he said.

"Good, we will now dress you," Alison said.

"Hey, hey what are those?" he demanded.

"Come now, you have stolen enough, and don't know what you stole?" Alison asked.

"They are fucking panties, I don't wear fucking panties," he said.

"Girls, let's try the bra?" Alison said.

"Whoa, whoa, I don't wear a fucking bra," he said in disgust.

"Then you choose to stay naked, do you?" Alison asked him.

"No, I fucking well don't," he said in an angry tone.

Alison sighed and shook her head, "I asked you if you wanted to be dressed and you said yes, which we have tried, and now you say that you don't want to wear the clothes we have here, for you. Slave we are women, look at us. What do you expect us to pack, underpants?" Alison asked back, in an angry tone, "Now you decide, dressed or naked?" Alison asked, it was going just as she expected

"I-I will be dressed, it is fucking cold, down here," he said ashamed.

"Then you now know what we packed, and you will either wear them, or stay naked, you have chosen to be dressed. Girls, dress the slave," Alison said.

They all went about it clinically, putting the panties on him the suspender belt, bra, which he objected to.

"I asked you twice, naked or dressed, both times you chose dressed, and we are doing. Now shut up, and allow us to dress you," Alison said, forcefully.

"But, but I don't have any tits to put in it, I don't need one," he said, it was more of a, submissive wail.

"We can see that, which is why we have two rather large balloons filled with water, to go in the cups, for you. You would look silly with a bra on, and no breasts, wouldn't you?" Alison asked, demeaning him.

"B-But, I don't want tits, they are not normal, on a guy," he argued.

"You'll get used to them, we did, didn't we girls?" Alison asked, they agreed.

They put the suspender belt on him, and the stockings, again to his objections, but as Alison had told him he needed to keep his stockings up.

They undid one hand and put the underskirt over his arm, and the dress, and then shackled it again, and then repeated the process on the other arm, and zipped the dress up, and fastened the hook and eye fastenings on the neck.

"Not bad girls, we still have a lot of work to do though. He needs his legs waxing a bikini wax, I think. The make-up, and a wig, to complete the process," Alison said.

"Hey, bitch don't you dare. I am not wearing make-up, and a wig, and I am definitely not having my fucking legs waxed," he shouted at her.

"We will see about that. Now, shall we try and educate our slave, in manners. All this swearing and cussing is getting me down. Do you have the gag?" Alison asked.

Marge put her thumbs up her dress so that he didn't see anything, except what she was doing, and pulled her panties down.

"W-what are you doing? You, you bitch, you have been wearing them, don't fucking well come near me, you fucking mum, mum, mum," he was saying, and Marge took the opportunity to stuff her panties in his mouth, whilst it was open.

"There now that's better, isn't it?" Alison asked as she patted his face, and Marge, put the tape over his mouth.

"We work by simple rules here. You do as you are told, is that simple enough, for you, it is, isn't it? I have not told you that you can swear. So the next time you do, we will put a very tasty pair of panties in, ones we have cum in several times, just for you. The next pair will have drips in them, because we didn't wipe our clits first, before pulling them up. Then we start to get really serious, because we will urinate in a bucket, and put the pair in the urine, swish them about, wearing rubber gloves of course, and then lift the bucket up to your chin, and lift the panties out dripping, and stuff them in. What about a chocolate drop in the next pair, and then a full pair? You will not swear if I stuff a pair we have filled personally for you, in your mouth now, will you?" Alison asked.

Andrew shook his head, "We start off mild, and then get serious. You belong to us. We will tell you what to do, even when to go, to the toilet. You are allowed two words only, say anything else without our permission, and I will hurt you, mildly at first, but once again it will get worse and worse until I hear you screaming, if necessary. The words are, 'Yes, Mistress,' say anything else, and I will hurt you. Shall we begin ladies? I think our slave needs a demonstration of how we can, and will hurt him, apart from using the cane on him. Oh yes, we do have a nice flexible cane to hand, one that will make you scream, if necessary. To avoid being hurt, all you have to do is, obey us," Alison said.

Carmen went into the other room and returned with something behind her back. Alison took a blindfold out of her pocket and blindfolded Andrew with two large plasters, to ensure he couldn't see.

Blindfolded they moved forward, and lifted his dress up slowly, watching his reactions as they attacked him. He was so vulnerable shackled, and with four sexy, vicious, and vindictive dominatrices around him. He could feel their breath hot on his face, they were so close. He had a feeling in his groin, as they ran their hands up his dress on his thigh erotically, slowly, sexily, and then a hand slipped inside his panties. This was too much, and his dick reacted, as expected. They pushed his panties down, he was moaning from his sexual arousal, and then he felt it the tight strap around his balls, a clip as it fastened, and then the weight.

"Was that nice? Did we get you worked up, expecting a nice moist clit to be offered, and all you got was a parachute, into which we can drop weights, shall we try?" Alison asked him.

Andrew shook his head violently, and she dropped a weight in.

"I know you can't speak slave, but no is no-longer allowed, is it? I told you the rules, remember them. Now shall I drop another weight in the parachute?" she asked, again he shook his head, and Alison dropped another weight in.

"I always thought males were stupid, he has two words to remember, and can't even do that we will try again. Shall I drop another weight in the parachute?" Alison asked, and looked at him, as the cog wheels turned slowly, it showed on his face that he was considering her offer, and slowly nodded his head.

"At last, the slave understands, just think there would not have been three weights in the parachute, if you had done as told, and it would not have hurt as much. Now all you have to remember is, 'Yes, Mistress,' two little words, but then again you will never know if I am asking with the intention of doing it, or not, will you?" Alison asked, tormenting him, he shook his head, and she dropped another weight in the parachute.

"Forgotten already, 'Yes, Mistress.' Blonde will you remove the gag please, Ginger are your panties ready?" Alison asked.

"Yes they are," Marge said.

"Right repeat after me, 'Yes, Mistress,' and don't say anything else, or we will hurt you, again," Alison said.

He repeated it, she told him again, and he repeated it again, and a third time. Whilst the gag was out, Brenda fed him. He gobbled the food down he was so hungry. This was before Alison allowed Marge to gag him again.

"Shall I put another weight in the parachute?" Alison asked him, he nodded, and she removed the parachute, much to his relief.

"Slave, you will be gagged overnight, and left in shackles. We will free you from the wall, and lie you on the bed. In the morning we will continue to feminize you, you will not object. If you do, you now know we can, and will hurt you. Your best plan is to do as we tell you, it will be far less painful that way," Alison said, and they released him from the wall and shackled his hands behind his back, and put shackles on his ankles with a cast iron ball on the end of a chain. Then they lay him down, and locked the cell door and went upstairs.

They had a coffee, and a short chat, and went to bed. It had been a long tiring day, for most of them.

The next morning they were up and feeling fine, looking forward to the day's work, this was when they really began, to punish him.

Brenda went down to him, and stood over the bed looking down on him as he slept. She woke him roughly, whilst she was seeing to him, the others were making sure the house was secure, putting grills over the downstairs windows.

"Good morning, I hope you listened well yesterday, because it will be very painful if you didn't. The others are making the house secure, and as the Auburn, I have been asked to attend to you. Usually when we wake up, we need a toilet, so come on get up, and I will lead you to the bucket. I am not allowed to release you, at all," She told him, and helped him to his feet, and then guided him to the bucket.

She lifted his dress up and pulled his panties down, and then helped him sit.

"Good girl, you didn't wet yourself," she told him.

She pushed his dress back, and took a back scrubber to aim his dick down.