One

 

Joe watched the girl intently, licking his lips as the scope brought her perfect figure up close. He groaned a little, shifting on his knees as he held the scope still. The girl padded across the floor of the swimming pool, then dove in.

He sighed and drew back behind the tree, waiting for her to emerge. He scanned the rest of the women as they walked around the pool, looking for other likely subjects. Certainly all were reasonably well built. These were the U of C's swimming tryouts after all, so all here would be excellent athletes, prime specimens of female flesh.

Joe had been working as a recruiter for several years now, searching out female meat for his unknown masters. He didn't know what was done with the girls, though he could guess, of course, and didn't really care. It was his job to provide the meat and not ask questions.

Sometimes they asked for specific girls, or sometimes for girls matching a certain description or age. Occasionally they wanted a particular occupation, such as lawyer or doctor. Sometimes they even demanded a certain mental outlook, a weak frippery girl easy to influence say, or a tough lesbian who hated men.

The only thing which was consistent was that they were all young and all extremely beautiful, with lush, full, firm young bodies.

He brought the scope up to his eye and watched the girl emerge from the pool, her body and form outlined clearly through the wet, once piece outfit. He could see the muscles of her arms and belly as she walked smoothly towards her towel.

Her name, not that it mattered, was Amanda Smith. She was a straight A student at Ridgemont high school, or had been. She'd just accepted a scholarship to the University of California, and would be starting school there in the fall.

Her politics were somewhat left wing. She was a feminist, but not a fanatic about it. She dated now and then, but had no particular reputation, either as slut or virgin ice maiden. He'd examined her medical records and found her in perfect health. Her teeth were perfect too, the braces having been removed nineteen months ago.

He'd been given the go ahead just the other night, for her, and the other girl, a big titted Catholic schoolgirl who was about to enter a convent with plans of becoming a nun.

He watched her talking to the coach, then saw her nod, pick up her bag and head for the showers. It would take her twenty minutes to get out to her car, her father's car, actually. She didn't know anyone here so she would almost certainly be alone.

It was a good opportunity for the grab. He packed his scope and returned to his van. Not that it was really his, of course. It belonged to a garage that hadn't yet missed it. By the time they did he'd have dumped it, of course.

He drove it over to where Amanda had parked her Chevy and parked behind it so his side door was just too left of the car's rear bumper. He was blocking her car completely, but since he was apparently from a garage, and dressed in a garage outfit, she wouldn't be suspicious.

He opened the side door, then slid some tools over to the edge. He ran his thumb along the seam of the plastic bag in his pocket, the bag that contained the white rag he'd soaked in chloroform, waiting to catch sight of her.

His heart began to pound and he looked around constantly, hoping nobody would show up to interfere with things. He eyed the front hood of the car on the Chevy's left, not wanting to touch it yet just in case the owner showed.

THERE!

He slipped off the side of the van and carried the tool box over to the other car. He quickly raised the front hood. His head jerked quickly from side to side. Nobody was in sight yet. His heart pounded harder as he turned back to the van.

He went to the side door and slipped the plastic bag out of his pocket, then, looking out the corner of his eye, he timed things to the last second. She saw his van blocking her car now, but was not suspicious. A small frown appeared on her face as she walked towards him.

He opened the bag and slipped his gloved hand inside.

"Excuse me?" she said from behind him.

He ignored her, humming to himself. The earphones in his ears were clearly visible, but were not hooked up to anything.

"Excuse me?" she said more loudly.

Again he ignored her, and she came in closer, tapping him on the shoulder.

He pulled the rag out and turned with a smile, his left hand grabbing her behind the head and jerking her face in against his right hand, which held the rag. Her eyes went wide and she made a muffled cry of shock, then began to struggle.

It was a brief struggle, despite her strength. Her eyes got glassy and her muscles grew spastic, then she collapsed into his arms. He let her fall forward into the van, lifting her legs and flipping them in behind as he slid the door closed.

He looked around him. No sign of anyone. It had taken only seconds. He picked up the tool box and put it in the van, then slammed down the hood of the other car and went around to the drivers' side of the van.

A minute later he was out of sight, and all that was left of Amanda was the gym bag she'd dropped beside her Chevy.

He whistled happily as he drove. The hardest part was over. There was no sign anyone had seen him. He was not linked with the girl in any way, shape, or form. And she would certainly never be found.

He turned into a parking lot some blocks away, sliding the van in so close to a rental van he almost scraped the paint. He slid the side door of the garage van open, then found himself facing the side door of the rental. He unlocked it and slid it open, then picked up the prone body of the girl and carried her over to the other van.

He drove off with her in back, checking his watch carefully. It was eleven - fifteen. He had plenty of time. Plenty of time.

He drove home, a home that no longer had a mortgage to be paid off, and pressed the remote door opener. The garage door slid up and he drove in, then let it close behind him.

He got out of the van and checked the house first, just to make sure something hadn't gone wrong. Nobody was there. His wife was supposed to be at work, and would know better, in any event, than to bring someone here today, but you never know. It wouldn't do for one of the neighbours to be sitting around the house when he dragged the girl through.

The house was empty.

He went back and got the blonde and slung her over his shoulder. He carried her through the house and down the stairs to the basement, then dropped her across the big billiards table. He opened the door to the unfinished part of the basement, then walked down to the storeroom.

He unlocked it, then went back for the girl and hefted her over his shoulder again. HE carted her into the "storeroom" and laid her out on a narrow table. He turned and, again taking no chances, locked the door behind him.

He quickly stripped the girl naked, his cock starting to throb as he removed her sweatshirt and pants, then unhooked her lacy pink bra and bared her firm, round breasts. He shook his head in appreciation as his hands stroked and fondled the firm young flesh. These weren't the biggest tits he'd felt, but they might well be among the most perfect in shape and texture and firmness.

He bent and slid his lips over her right nipple, suckling lovingly as his hand stroked up and down her chest and belly.

He pulled up with a smile. Business first, then pleasure. He pulled her panties down, paused to squeeze and fondle her pussy for a few seconds, then quickly got on with things. He took a pair of thick leather cuffs from a shelf and wrapped them around her wrists, buckling them tightly, then got two more and wrapped them around her ankles.

He laid her out flat then took the metal clips in the ankle restraints and clipped them together. He drew a chain from under the table up and cursed a little as it failed to reach her restraints. He had to slide her body a bit further down the table to lock the restraints to the chain.

That done he raised her hands high and linked those restraints together, then drew another chain from under the other end of the table and locked it to her wrists. He reached under the table and turned a small crank to tighten the chain, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

"What a body," he sighed in admiration.

He was about to turn away when he remembered. He almost decided not to bother, but then shrugged. He returned to the girl and wrapped a heavy black blindfold around her eyes. He'd started this with the first ones, in case they ever showed up again, but none had and he doubted by now that any ever would.

Best not to take chances, though.

He left the storeroom, locking it behind him. He still had the Catholic girl to get. Only after that would he play.

Delores hesitated, then rushed down the stares to the basement and through the rec room. It might well be empty, she knew. Joe never took chances, and if anything at all looked risky he'd have blown off the pickup till tomorrow.

She unlocked the door anyway and looked inside. She almost clapped her hands in glee at the sight of the gleaming ivory flesh lying along the battered table. She turned on the light and stepped in closer, licking her lips at the perfect contours of the girl's perfectly formed body.

She felt a stab of jealousy. Though she was an attractive woman she knew she could not compete with this luscious young athlete, her firm young breasts and sweet pink nipples.

She stepped forward and looked down at the girl. The girl stirred and moaned low in her throat, her head rolling from side to side. She ran her hands over the chains, feeling how rigid they were, then slid her hand up the girl's leg, along her inner thigh to her pussy, then up her firm hard abdomen, over her trim, flat belly, and up her ribs to her breasts.

"Wha...wha...ooohhh," the girl moaned softly.

Delores rolled the girl's nipple between her thumb and forefinger admiringly. "Hot, little slutty girl," she whispered.

The girl moaned again, her head rolling from side to side. She raised it a little, then let it fall back onto the table. Delores smiled, then turned and left the room. The girl would be ready for play soon, but not just yet.

She went upstairs and stripped, then showered, humming a musical tune as she ran her hands over her soapy body. She felt a tingling heat between her legs as she anticipated the feel of the young blonde girl's flesh.

She dried off, then brushed her thick brown hair out into luscious curls. Naked, she padded across the room and into her bedroom, then selected a tight, frilly black corset that laced up the front. It came in two parts, a top, and a bottom. The bottom had a lacy trim around the hem.

She pulled on long black stockings, and hooked them to the bottom of the corset, then stepped into black stiletto heels. She pulled on a dressing gown, then went downstairs. She paused in the kitchen and got herself a drink, her body now almost trembling in anticipation.

She picked up the small, silver ice cube tongs and reached into the bucket in the freezer, plucking up an ice cube, then dropping it into her drink. She paused, then plucked out a second, then a third, then a fourth.

She closed the freezer, and was about to put the tongs down when she reconsidered. She eyed them with a smile then squeezed the teeth together several times. She held on to them as she went downstairs.

She unlocked the storeroom and then turned on the light. The girl hadn't moved, of course. She walked in, locking the door behind her, then went over to the girl. She saw the head turn towards her and smiled again. Alert now, hmmm, she thought.

"He...hello?" the girl said in a small voice.

Delores slid the tongs into her glass and plucked out one of the ice cubes then brought it over above the girl's right breast. She lowered it and watched the drop of icy water forming, then positioned it right over the girl's nipple.

The drop fell atop the pink nipple. The girl gasped and her back arched involuntarily. The nipple glistened moistly, and the drop slowly trickled down the side of her fat, round breast, then down her side to the table.

"Who...who's there?" the girl whimpered.

Another drop fell onto her nipple. Again she gasped as the icy drop trickled down her orb and chest.

"Let me gooo!" the girl whimpered.

Delores smiled. She saw another drop forming and moved the cube sideways over her other breast. The drop fell onto her other nipple. Again the girl gasped and jerked helplessly.

"Who's there?" she cried.

Delores slowly lowered the ice cube until it was touching the girl's nipple. The blonde gasped and jerked her chest to the side, but Delores held the cube directly on her nipple no matter how she shook. Since her movements were restricted, the blonde wasn't able to tear her nipple away from the burning cold of the ice cube.

"Stop it!" she cried. "Stop it! Let me go!"

Delores kept the cube on the girl's nipple, freezing it, smiling hungrily as the girl moaned and trembled.

"Pleeease!" the girl whimpered.

Delores slid the ice cube off the stiff nipple, circling it slowly, then widening the circle, moving it over the firm young round flesh of her breast as the girl writhed and shook in helpless discomfort. She shifted it to her other nipple and froze that one too, watching as trickles of icy water slid down her rounded mammaries on her ribs, chest and belly.

The ice cube was half melted by the time she moved it off her breasts and along her ribs. She trailed it up into the blonde's armpits, then down the sides of her ribs and in between her legs. She held the cube directly against her sex, then pushed, forcing it through the tight pussy lips.

"Noo! Pleeeease!" the girl gasped, her hips twisting, buttocks rising. "Please stop!"