The
Bikini Bandit – Part 1
Newcastle England Tuesday August 4th
As
the wheels of British Airways flight BAE1291 touched down on the tarmac of
Newcastle international airport and the plane taxied to the departure zone the
eyes of passengers and crew in first class turned towards the man sat alone
near the emergency exit. A mountain of a man who's body showed the muscles of
many a work out, while his skin tone could be described as tanned by many an
hour out in the hot sun. He may well have been handsome in a rugged way but it
was none of these features that drew all that attention. Rather it was the
large white Stetson, solid silver shield that simply read Texas Ranger and most
of all the Magnum 44 held in an old fashioned thigh holster and accompanying
9mm Beretta in a shoulder holster.
In
all honesty of course, since the events of 9-11 Derrick had seen the look of
amazement, shock and even worry from when he boarded the plane in the first
place. It was nothing less than he expected of course, after all he had
strolled onto a charted flight armed to the brim. Having seen all the concern
the Ranger did at least think to explain before the plane took off but could
tell some people weren't overly convinced.
Rising
with a slight groan while stretching his massive battle scared body Texas
Ranger Derrick Grainger walked down the planes aisle. Ducking Derrick made for
the door out into the arrival lounge battered carry-on bag in hand. Pausing as
he entered the experienced yet tired cowboy looked around absorbing all before
him then headed straight towards the two uniformed police officers standing by
the exit. Police officers he knew well having worked alongside them when a case
lead them to his home city of Houston. Following the usual greetings the trio
headed out of the airport and over to a waiting unmarked BMW 3 series police
car and headed at speed away from the airport.
It
was strange to Derrick being back in Newcastle, a city he'd left some 34 years
earlier when at the age of 11 his parents and grandparents had been tragically
killed in a train crash. An event that had lead to him leaving everything he
knew when he move to America to live with an uncle he hardly knew. In all
honesty Derrick had returned once or twice, mainly to visit the one friend he'd
truly kept in touch with. The first time for that friend’s wedding, and the
second to become the godfather to the same friend’s daughter.
The
very goddaughter he was now there to find, as it appeared she'd become the
latest victim of an unknown assailant the English press had dubbed the Bikini
Bandit. First however, whether he liked it or not, Derrick had to book into the
Gateshead Hilton and get a few hours sleep. After all he'd not only been travelling
for the best part of 24 hours, but also had left as soon as his latest case
finished after 32 hours of none stop work.
As
he entered the plush hotel room, dumping his battered carry-on bag on the floor
Derrick pictured in his mind the beautiful 19 year old law student he'd seen
months earlier when she visited him in Texas. Oh how Emma had grown up over the
years into a stunning natural blonde, with a smile that could melt the hardest
of hearts, even his. The thought of her in the photo Derrick had seen, the very
photograph that had become the Bandits calling card filled the experienced
Texas Ranger full of rage and sadness all at once.
As
he kicked of his cowboy boots and slumped on the first soft bed he'd seen for
days Derrick had that sight burned into his mind. There she was his little
girl, fear in her normally sparkling grey eyes looking out above a bright pink
ball gag clearly buckled tightly in place. Her wonderful body, with large soft
breasts barely covered by a tiny bikini that's colour matched the gag and it
appeared the rope that bound her so strictly.
Derrick
hadn't needed to keep a copy of the photograph he had seen the pink nylon rope
binding Emma's wrists and elbows tightly together behind her back. While the
same rope had pinned her slim ankles, toned calves and shapely thighs together
before she'd been hogtied. The rage filled Ranger had also seen the tell tale
marks of a taser on Emma's arm which he knew was how she'd been subdued.
Eventually
after what seemed like an eternity the tension finally slipped out of Derrick's
large battle scared body and he fell into a deep restful sleep ready to rage
war on those responsible for taking Emma and all the other girls from their
friends and friends
Just outside Alnwick
Northumberland Sunday August 2nd
Slowly
the fog and confusion cleared out of the weary mind of gorgeous blonde 19 year
old Emma Harrison. It took mere moments for the sexy young student to realise
she remained cruelly trussed up and gagged in the bikini she'd been forced
into. Emma hadn't owned the tight revealing item she now wore, as could be seen
by the fact it was at least one size to small. The sexy blonde had no
conception of whether the whole size issue had been an over sight or
deliberate. However Emma understood the effect all too well, as the bottoms
squeezed her already pert butt, a butt that had received several humiliating
painful smacks. While the top barely covered her large soft breasts, and pulled
so tight her cleavage bulged and hard erect nipples stood out.
From
her position on the cold hard stone floor where she lay, still tightly hogtied,
but now embarrassing being sexually tormented by what she guessed was a small
vibrator sealed inside her by a cruel biting crotch rope Emma knew she wasn't
alone. Yet the young blonde couldn't see who else was there with her. She did
however understand the other person was a fellow captive.
Emma
was right and if she'd been able to move round what she would have seen was
another young blonde also helplessly bound and gagged. The stunning blonde in
question was in fact 21 year old bank clerk Charlotte Nicholson who'd been
snatched by the so called Bikini Bandit only 3 days earlier.
Unlike
the poor helpless Emma, Charlotte didn't lie in a tight restricting hogtie on
the cold hard stone floor of her captors vast basement, never the less she was
equally as powerless. Dressed in only a small skimpy black bikini, again one
size too small that didn't belong to her, Charlotte felt no more comfortable.
With the shinny bottoms pulled so tight against her tanned skin that they
moulded to the lips of her pussy and slipped inside her butt cheeks the sexy
blonde felt so degraded and humiliated. Then there was the top, in a style
she'd never wear herself, again in shinny black it consisted of only two small
triangles joined by tiny thin straps that barely covered her nipples never mind
her pert 34 c-cups.
Standing
against a hard wooden cross in the far, shadowy corner of the basement her slim
toned legs strapped tightly in place just above the ankle, below the knee and
around the upper thigh by tight biting leather Charlotte felt so exposed. With
her legs spread wide a slowly vibrating wand held hard against pussy by a
leather thong crotch strap the sexy blonde could do nothing to protect herself.
More leather straps pinned first her slim waist to the crosses centre piece,
then her body only just under those soft wonderful breasts till finally her
raised and spread arms were strapped around the wrists and elbows.
There
standing trapped in a star shape her young body spread wide while for hours
she'd been forced by the wands slow torture to remain on the verge of climax
Charlotte moaned and whimpered through the panelled cock gag strapped tightly
against her soft skin. While the whole time feeling sorry for her new companion
lying trapped in the strict, restrictive cruel body aching hogtie she
recognised so well.
Stanley County Durham
Friday July 31st
For
21 year old blonde bank clerk Charlotte Nicholson it had been a normal,
uneventful late summer day. Work had been as usual, boring and stale. Yes she'd
had her usual share of amorous customers, put up with her leering manager while
the whole time pasting on a fake smile but that was part of the job. What the
sexy young blonde didn't know as she bid her goodbyes that night she'd not be
returning for quite sometime, if at all.
Walking
across the quiet car park just behind the main street dressed in her rather
bland uniform, consisting of navy blue knee length tight fitting pencil skirt,
matching jacket, red form fitting blouse, 2" black heeled shoes and shear
black tights Charlotte felt anything but sexy. However the stranger awaiting
her in the plain white Renault Master van parked beside Charlottes old but much
loved little Ford Fiesta disagreed.
As
Charlotte approached her car she unfortunately paid little attention to the van
and carried on as normal. Pushing the remote unlock function on her car key the
young blonde firstly dropped her bag in the boot before heading to the driver’s
door. It was however a journey she never finished as a gloved hand reached from
the vans side door and clamped over her mouth. Only a second later Charlotte’s
world went black as thousands of volts from a taser gun shot through her young
sexy body.
Wasting
no time Charlotte’s mysterious attacker plunged into removing her stale boring
uniform. Her jacket and blouse being the first to go, followed moments later by
the young blondes black lace and shear bra. Naturally Charlotte’s shoes,
tights, skirt and matching black lace panties followed shortly after.
Once
through with stripping the young bank clerk the woman behind her helplessness
moved onto the part she loved the most. On went a tiny pair of black bikini
bottoms, one size to small, intentionally used to squeeze and mould to
Charlottes pert tight young butt and wonderful pussy. Followed by a bikini top
that consisted of only two small pieces of shinny black Lycra, which matched
the bottoms and three thin straps.
Having
savoured the thrill of stripping Charlotte and dressing her in the very outfit
she loved the most the Bikini Bandit soon filled the young woman's mouth,
thanks to a full harness ball gag. Then came the tight restricting bindings,
expertly done using black nylon climbing rope from the local outward bounds
shop.
Firstly
used to bind Charlottes slim wrists then elbows together before moving on to
her legs where she was tied around the ankles, below and above her knees
finishing at the upper thighs. However it didn't stop there as finally
Charlotte began to regain consciousness with a short length of that black rope
was used to yank the young woman's legs back till they almost touched her pert
squeezed butt.
By
now fully awake and frantically struggling well aware of who held her captive.
After all it was a case flashed over the front page of every news paper, and
talked about on every news broadcast Charlotte was powerless to resist. It was
then as if to add insult to injury the photography started, but what left the
young bank clerk stunned was the camera. As it appeared to an old fashioned
Kodak instant camera her abductor was using.
Eventually
the first part of Charlottes ordeal drew to an end as a single photograph was
left on the front seat of her car before the van pulled away from the car park
and off to somewhere the young blonde knew nothing about.
End
of part one..........
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