The bikini bandit - Part
3
Lunch time
Richmond, North
Yorkshire
August 5th
As
she stood waiting for the final member of the local college swim team to arrive,
the now prolific Bikini Bandit couldn't help but smile broadly. What was for
her understandable, for everyone else would appear twisted, how she was simply
enjoying the sight of the first three 18 year old girls helpless on the floor
before her.
There
at her feet lay two slim young brunettes, and a strawberry blonde, all dressed
in their shiny blue and silver Knights one-piece swimsuits. Obviously it wasn't
as simple as that as the trio also sported huge navy blue full harness ball
gags, with further strips of silver duct tape layered on top. Then there was
the rope, neat, tidy and very, very strictly tied in so many places on the
girls bodies.
Even
though all three lay unconscious, having been tasered
as they arrived, there was no mistaking how biting and effective their bindings
were. Each girl sported dark blue nylon climbing rope tightly holding their
wrists and elbows together, not to mention the stylish, yet time consuming
breast harnesses. A binding that only served to extenuate the trio’s reasonably
small yet firm pert breasts to their fullest.
Then
of course there was the lower part of the trio’s bodies. First of all, the three young girls had very
strict tight crotch ropes tied between their sexy toned legs. It had been
pulled so tight that it was clear how much of the swimsuits soft sensual Lycra
was pushed into their pussies and butt cheeks.
This
had been followed next by their legs, encircled around the ankles, calves, just
below the knees and finally just above the knees and below the butt cheeks.
Very effectively clinched off by the rope being ran in
the opposite direction, it was plainly clear escape would be impossible even
before the final length of matching blue nylon rope was added. Although it was short in length, it was the
rope that held the young trio’s heels to their wrists in the strictest of
hogties.
It
was into this scene of pure helplessness that the forth and final member of the
swim team entered. This one was a tall, slim blonde, with a small yet firm
butt, very small yet noticeable breasts - she was certainly stunning and just
what the Bikini Bandit liked. Naturally it was a scene the young blonde had
little time to absorb as within seconds her body convulsed from the immense
shock dispensed by the taser in her attacker’s hand.
With
a barely audible gasp the young blonde slumped into the experienced hands of
the Bikini Bandit as her world went black. It was the same professionalism and
experience that soon saw the sexy young blonde stripped then redressed in a
swimsuit that matched those worn by her friends. Then of course it came to the
binding and gagging - but sadly thanks to her late arrival time was pressed.
Something that angered her attacker, hence in response the furious Bikini
Bandit resorted to using several thick, long black zip ties out of her kidnap
bag.
She
was so furious and frustrated over the delay in fact that no mercy was shown to
the sexy blonde. Round the wrists went the
first harsh black plastic tie. Pulled so tight it bit into the young girls wrists to the point where red marks appeared almost
instantly, yet for her it got worst. A second thick zip tie bit into the thin
flesh just below the blondes elbows pulling them together whether the poor
victim could normally manage to get them to touch or not.
There
was no sign of calm when it came to the slim gorgeous blondes legs either when
the harsh plastic of the zip ties bit into the flesh of her ankles, calves and
thighs. Again red marks were visible, even before just like her friends the
young swimmer, with the help of a final black tie was placed in the cruellest
of hogties. So hard a hogtie that the blonde’s heels
physically touched her small, firm, pert butt.
15 minutes later
Richmond North Yorkshire
With
the four helpless, unconscious 18 year old students hidden in the back of her
small yet perfectly sized Ford Transit Connect van, the Bikini Bandit slipped
back into the swimming pools changing room. She made one final check round
before heading to the little office belonging to the girls’ coach, where faint
moans could be heard.
With
photographs in hand, one for each of her new victims she looked over towards
the coach’s desk. A desk where a now conscious 40 something brunette lay in
just a pair of plain black satin panties, tightly spread-eagled with her wrists
and ankles secured to the table legs. Her mouth was packed full and her cheeks
bulging, thanks to the three sets of worn panties once belonging to the trio
who were captured first - the poor brunette was well gagged. Even without the
way silver duct tape had been wrapped both over her mouth and round her head
half a dozen times, she have never got the panties out herself.
Struggling
to turn her head as the women entered, the same women who had overpowered and
left her in such a humiliating position as she spoke the brunette moaned out
loud. "Well my helpless little coach I must congratulate you on your
choice of pupils. They really do look so
cute all tied up and gagged as they are, but sadly we have to go now. Oh have
no fear - I have a couple of things to keep you busy starting with these."
The
40 something coach’s eyes shot wide open as she pulled and strained against the
effective restricting ropes holding her in place. She shook her head wildly, the sight of the
two crocodile clips held in her tormentors hands
terrifying her. However, all she saw in response was an evil smile from behind
the mask the Bikini Bandit wore as she walked ever closer.
With
a loud gasp the coach felt the latex gloved hands of her attacker begin
caressing her soft 34 d-cup breasts, the fingers twisting and tweeting her nipples. Try as she might the brunette coach
was unable to resist and it wasn't long before her nipples became hard just as
the Bikini Bandit wanted. It was only then, with a well muted scream, the coach
felt the hard metal teeth of a clamp bit into her left nipple. This was followed moments later by the exact
same feeling in her right nipple.
Yet
still her suffering and torment wasn't over as she felt something hard and egg
shaped being pushed deep inside her pussy. Then came
the next shock when the wicked device started to slowly vibrate, gently
speeding up till soon the coach couldn't help but moan and gasp. It wasn't long
before the first waves of climax began to sweep over the helpless, convulsing
coach. With her eyes glazing over from the sexual torment, the powerless coach
watched as the Bikini Bandit wandered out locking the door behind her.
4.25pm
Richmond North Yorkshire
August 5th
She
could only describe the journey as the wildest white knuckle ride of her life,
sitting in the passenger seat of an ancient yet highly modified 1970 Plymouth
Barracuda as it travelled at speeds of up to 130mph down the A1 from Newcastle.
DCI Abbott had no idea where this old American muscle car had come from, let
alone how it had blue and red lights with a siren but there it was. Under the
escort of several clearly identified police cars they had made their way some
60 miles down the road and all in under 45 minutes to
end up in a comfortable room in the Richmond police station.
It
was after that terror ride that Ranger Grainger and DCI Abbott sat with a
clearly troubled and upset swim coach. It was obvious to Derrick and Claire
that despite the Ranger’s rather gruff and direct attitude care would have to
be taken, but still the fact that this attractive 40 something brunette was his
first link to finding his goddaughter hadn't been missed.
Likewise
the shaken yet determined coach knew all too well she was the best hope of finding
the 4 girls she had supported and cherished until they reached such a high
standard. Having identified themselves to the women, still wrapped in the
soothing red blanket issued by the ambulance crew that had checked her over,
the coach went through the basics.
Slowly
in a faint quiet voice born as much out of the two and a half hours she spent
being sexually tortured, suffering orgasm after orgasm to the point where she
fainted with exhaustion, and the after effects of the mouth parching gag the
coach began. Firstly confirming that she was indeed 42 year
old Julia McLean and that she lived in the Richmond area.
Obviously
shivering at the thoughts going through her mind Julie began the detailed
account of what she knew had happened and just how things had unfolded. She
explained how she'd arrived at the swimming pool next to the old train station, that now contained a restaurant and art gallery,
approximately an hour before she expected the four main members of the area’s
swim team.
Then
after a pause she continued, her eyes clenched closed as she fought back tears,
telling how within seconds of entering her office she'd felt a latex gloved
hand clamp over her mouth. Julie
explained it was in fact a blue latex surgical glove and how while the grip was
firm the hand inside felt soft. However it was such a brief encounter at that
time as Julie's world was plunged into darkness.
Julie
recounted how for the slightest of moments she'd felt the shock of electricity
course through her entire body before that darkness closed over her. It was a
fact that wasn't missed by Derrick as he quickly inquired just where the
brunette coach had felt the shock and asked if he could see. It was with an
understandable hesitation at first, but finally after a minute or so of
consideration and silence the coach agreed and stood.
Turning
around she moved the warm soothing red blanket not only revealing her wonderful
round arse covered only by a pair of black satin panties but also to red marks
that Derrick recognised all too well. Moving closer he briefly examined the
marks - not much bigger than the heads of a pair of needles, in fact some would
say they looked like the fangs of a vampire.
Knowing
of course just how uncomfortable Julie must be feeling after such a terrible
ordeal Derrick quickly, and yet with strange
gentleness for someone as large and strong as he was, covered her again with
the blanket and helped her to sit back down. Heading back to where Claire sat
the Ranger quickly scribbled down, "old and basic taser
used."
Then
it was on with the telling of the events that followed, starting with how the
attractive coach found herself once consciousness was regained. Julie continued
by explaining that when she awoke she'd already been stripped to just her panties
and was incredibly tightly bound to the table. It was in fact the exact
position she'd been in when finally rescue had arrived.
Julie
admitted she instantly began to panic her arms and legs lashed tightly down to
her desk, being spread so wide it was a terrible feeling. Then she continued -
there were the straps ratcheted so harshly around her waist, just below her
bare, naked breasts and just above her spread knees, meaning movement was
impossible. The 42 year old brunette continued explaining how a soft, well
spoken female voice greeted her as she awoke, and how it explained who she was
and what she was about to do. Naturally Julie had attempted to scream, yell and
get attention but was unable to even as she heard the first of her young
charges enter the changing room.
Continuing
even as her eyes welled up and her already weak voice began to break ever so
slightly, the coach explained how from the voice she'd heard call out the first
girl that had arrived was the taller of the two brunettes. Julie told how she
was unable to warn her, and how moments later she'd heard the girl she
identified as Victoria Ford let out a gasp before silence descended again.
As
the coach talked Ranger Grainger scribbled down brief notes, but key points
none the less, it hadn't been missed how the Bikini Bandit had used a taser, nor that the person they
were looking for was female. It was also evident that the women in question was
very efficient when it came to binding and gagging her victims, not to mention
well prepared to do so. Both Derrick and Claire knew it wasn't much to go on
but it was at least a start even as the coach continued.
On
Julie went explaining how she'd heard strawberry blonde Fiona Burns arrive
next, the familiar gasp and rustling sounds coming within seconds till again
silence. Then the pair were told how the second of the
two brunettes Angela White followed only what Julie guessed was minutes later. Till finally, late for some reason, the last of the four girls,
Natalie Sykes joined her helpless unconscious friends.
Nodding
as he heard this account Derrick finally understood why unlike the others
tightly bound with rope Natalie was trapped by evil looking, viciously tightly
fastened zip ties. Her late arrival had robbed the Bikini Bandit of the time
she's wanted.
Standing
as they thanked Julie for her time and going through her ordeal so soon after
it happened, Ranger Grainger and DCI Abbott turned and
left the room. Hearing Julie cry as two other female police officers went to
comfort the coach Derrick turned to Claire and said, "well it wasn't nice
to hear but at least we finally have a starting point, let's get back up to
Newcastle and make a start on what we now have."
End of part 3
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