The Panther Invites
Veronika
Mueller could not believe this was happening to her – again. She had been at her magazine, and had left to
drive home – but instead of being in her car, she had bene invited to step into
the black Jaguar that was parked next to it.
Invited by a
man she had met before.
“I trust you
are not too uncomfortable behind there, Fraulein Mueller,” he said in his deep,
cultured English voice as he looked over, wearing the chauffer’s uniform. She was lying across the back seat, her black
satin jacket stretched over her leopard print dress by the tight ropes that
encircled her arms and chest. The
sleeves of the jacket came to just below her elbows, the rope around her wrists
sitting on top of the cuffs of her dress.
The single button was threatening to give way, but so far was holding
firm.
As she looked
down, she tried to move her legs, but bands of rope were also holding her
ankles and legs below her knees together, the soft leather of her boot squeaking
as she wriggled round. The dark hose
over her legs offered some more protection, but not much.
And she could not
complain either – the perfume on the scarf in her mouth was not too unpleasant,
and the white tape covering her lips was soft and pliable. He may be a kidnapper and a crook, but The
Panther was still a gentleman.
“whhehhrruttkknmm,” she mumbled as she looked over.
“You will see –
but we need to make a stop on the way.
Someone else I need to extend an invitation to.
“Your sister…”
Veronika stared
at him as he turned the radio on, and kept driving…
Antonella
Mueller smiled as she walked into the boutique, the attendants turning and
noticing her. Her long blonde hair fell
gracefully over the shoulders of her purple gown, the deep neckline showing her
chest and the satin band at the chest and round her waist adding a
contrast. Her slim legs were enclosed in
a pair of over the knee black patent leather boots.
“Fraulein
Mueller,” the manager said as he walked over, “it is good to see you
again. How may we be of service to you
today?”
“I have an
appointment to see your latest collection?”
He quickly
consulted a book as he said “ah yes – of course. Take Fraulein Mueller to viewing room 3,
Annette?”
“Yes sir,” the
girl said as she walked over, “if you will come this way?” Antonella nodded as she was shown to a small
room, sitting in the beige seat as the assistant said “May I get you come
coffee?”
“Thank you,”
Antonella said as the assistant left, humming to herself as she checked her
phone for messages.
“Hello
Antonella.”
She looked up
to see the tall, smartly dressed man in the room, as she said “Forgive me, I
did not know they had male models here.”
“They do not –
I wish to extend an invitation to you to join your sister for a very special
evening.”
“Veronika? What sort of evening?”
“As I said,”
the man repeated with a smile as he produced a gun and pointed it at Antonella,
“a very special one. Allow me to
introduce myself - I am known as The Panther.”
“The…” Antonella looked at him, and suddenly
whispered “oh my… But that was years
ago…”
“And yet, here
I am – and if you wish to see Veronika safely, you will take this, and put it
in your mouth.” He took from his jacket
pocket a red scarf, handing it to her as he smiled. Antonella looked at the silk square,
remembering when she and her sister had been in his care before, and then
opened her mouth, pushing the scarf n before she closed her lips over the seam.
“Excellent,”
the Panther said as he put the gun down, opening his jacket and taking the wide
strip of white tape off the inside lining.
He pressed it firmly over Antonella’s mouth, and then smiled as he
produced a length of cord from the other pocket.
“Please, stand
and put your hands behind your back – then I will take you to join Veronika…”
A few minutes
later, Veronika looked up as the boot of the car was opened, and groaned “Hnnnhhhh…”
“In you get,”
the man said as he made Antonella sit on the rim, then eased her beside her
sister before he secured her ankles with more cords. “Relax,” he then said with a smile, “once I
have you at the destination, I’ll make sure you stay together, and then bring
the next guest.” Both women looked at
him as the light disappeared, and the car drove off…
IT was a large,
well decorated room, with a set of ottomans set in a circle – and as he pulled
the rope tight round Antonella’s chest, forcing her arms into her sides, he
tied it off and gently kissed her neck, before making her lie on her side and
face Veronika.
“Now, I need
you both to stay there.”
“Vreefneee,” Veronika said a she tied her sister’s bound
ankles to the leg of the Ottoman, just as he had done to her. As she struggled, however, the rope he had
used to hike her skirt up moved as well…
“Do not worry –
once all of the others are here, we will have a special time,” he said as he
left the room, music playing in the background as the sisters wondered who
would be on the other three seats…
“It has been a
wonderful evening, thank you darling,” Sheila, Duchess of Fellland
said as she waved to her hostess, and walked to the lift of her block of
apartments. The sixty year old blonde
was dressed to impress, the butter soft brown leather of her knee length skirt
moving with her pert bottom. On her
upper half, she wore a tight leopard print top with a matching long and wide
silk scarf wrapped loosely round her neck.
The heels of her chocolate brown patent leather boots clocked on the
floor as she entered the lift, and made her way to the penthouse floor.
Walking in, she
smiled as she ran her hand over the back of the Georgian furniture, and placed
her purse on the smoked glass table, intending to have a nightcap before she
retired to bed.
“Would you care
for one as well,” she said as she poured a whisky, smiling as she heard the
soft footfall behind her. Turning, she
looked at the grey haired man standing there, and said “I was not expecting a
male caller.”
“Well, that is
because very few of those I visit realise I am here so quickly. May I ask what gave my presence away?”
“Your cologne,”
Sheila said as she handed him a glass.
“So, why are you here?”
“To extend an
invitation to spend the night with some friends.”
“But I have
just spent the evening with friends – why should I go with you?”
“Because you
have no choice,” he said with a smile as he raised a gun and pointed it at
her. In his other hand, she noticed a
silk wad.
“Are those – my
panties?”
AS he nodded,
he said “indeed – I need you to be quiet, not raise the alarm. Please, open your mouth, Your Ladyship.” Sheila nodded, intrigued as he pushed the
panties into her open mouth, then waited as she closed her lips over it before
he carefully smoothed clear tape over her lips to seal them.
“Hnndnhhwwhht,” she mumbled, amazed at how quiet she was.
“Turn, and put
your hands behind your back.” As she did
so, he took a length of silk cord from his jacket pocket, doubled it over, and
used it to bind her wrists tightly together, making sur he cinched the bands as
well. Sheila tried to move her arms
apart, as he left the room, returning with a brown cape that he fastened over
her, covering her arms. As she looked in
the mirror, she almost looked as if nothing was wrong.
“Now,” the man
said as he took hold of her, “take a walk with me – the other two guests are
waiting…”
“Watch for the
last step - there you go…”
Veronika and
Antonella looked over as the door opened, and the Panther escorted Sheila in,
the blonde recognising both of them as she was walked to the next Ottoman.
“Hmhgghhddd,” she mumbled as her cape was removed, both of
them watching as he collected a long length of rope, and lashed her arms to her
sides, stretching her top over her chest as he did so. He then tied some rope round her waist, and
reached between her legs, pulling it up in the slit at the front of her skirt
as she suddenly moaned.
“Do you like
that,” he whispered, Sheila surprised to find herself nodding as she was sat
down, and her captor crossed and secured her ankles together, then her legs
below her knees, pulling them tightly together as she squirmed round, sighing
as the ropes rubbed on her.
“Lie down,” the
Panther said quietly as he laid Sheila on her side, looking at the other two,
“I will return shortly…”
Dame Barbara
Waller stepped out of the reception, allowing herself a smile at how well it as
going. For a late viewing at her art
gallery, a lot of people were attending…
The brunette
looked at herself in the long mirror.
Tennis was her chosen way of keeping fit, and it worked for her – the
short sleeved black top hugged her chest, and she carried off the lime green
skirt that would have suited a twenty year younger woman with style. She also wore a pair of over the knee black
leather boots, with fishnet stockings.
“Right then,”
she said to herself, “back tohhhtthttt?” A leather gloved hand clamped itself over her
mouth as she was pulled into a side room, and she reached up to try and pull it
down.
“Stay calm, Dame
Barbara – if you struggle, I will be forced to knock you out, and I have no desire
to do that.”
The voice was
deep, authoritative, as Barb looked up and saw the grey haired man holding
her. Slowly, she nodded as the hand was
taken away, the voice saying “put your hands behind your back – you are coming
with me?”
“Why should
I? Who are you?”
“I am known as
the Panther…”
The
Panther! Barbara started to go weak at
the knees – she knew the name, she knew who he was, and he was kidnapping
her? Did he know this was a fantasy of
hers? Nodding, she put her hands behind
her back, struggling to contain her excitement as she felt him move her wrists,
and then the rope as they were forced together, going around and between her
arms as they were held in the bands of rope.
“What are you
going to do to me,” she whispered as she then felt the rope around her arms,
gently pulling her elbows together so that they almost touched. She could see how her chest looked as it was
forced out, and sighed at the feeling it was generating in her.
“I heard a
rumour,” the Panther said as he tied the rope off, “that you have dreams,
fantasies, of been captured and kidnapped by strong men. Is that the case?”
Barbara slowly
nodded as she felt his hands on her arms.
“Well, I am about to make your fantasy come true, with some others. I need to make sure you are quiet, so I
require you to open your mouth for me?”
“And what will
you put in there?” Barbara looked at him
as he held out… “That – that is my torn
hose!”
“Indeed – open
wide.”
She had to stop
herself squirming as the gusset was forced into her mouth, followed by the
legs, puffing her cheeks out before white tape was smoothed over her lips
forming to the contours of her face and holding fast. Closing her eyes, she squirmed round as more
rope was tied round her arms and body, framing her chest before it was
tightened between her arms and body. It
felt so good, so right – and then she felt another rope pulling her skirt up,
rubbing on her hose as she sighed into her gag.
“Is it good to
fulfil a fantasy?”
Barbara nodded
as she was led to a door at the far side of the room, and outside…
“Excuse me…”
As he wound
down the window of the car, he smiled as he said “Can I help you?” The blonde pulled her black coat round
herself, the long purple scarf keeping her neck warm, as she said “my car seems
to have broken down. Do you know
anything about these… Oh, I’m sorry, I
didn’t know you had a…
She looked at
Barbara in the back seat, the white tape covering her mouth as she closed her
eyes and groaned, and then back at the man – and the gun in his hand.
“I know your
car has broken down – just as I know you are the honourable Joanna
Forbes-Smythe. Get in the back of the
car with my friend.”
“Who are you?”
“Tell me,” he
said as he got out of the car, “do you remember the time your mother
disappeared for a few days?”
“She was kidna… Oh my god,
you’re The Panther?”
“I am indeed,”
he said as he opened the rear door of the car.
“Now get in, and put your hands together in front of yourself.”
Slowly, Joanna sat
in the rear seat, looking at Barbara as she nodded and wriggled round. “I… I
recognise you. You’re Dame Barbara
Waller – I was at your gallery tonight.”
“Indeed – but
you left before I could collect you for the invitation,” the grey haired man
said as he bound her wrists together in front of her, and then secured her arms
to her side. “but no matter – I always
have a contingency plan. Open your mouth
please.”
“But I dhnnthmmmm” Joanna mumbled as her scarf was pulled between
her lips, filling her mouth as he secured it to the bae of her neck.
“You will – sit
back, relax,” he said as he strapped her in, and then got behind the wheel
again, Barbara groaning as he did so…
“Well, the rest
of the guests are here,” the Panther said quietly as he led Barbara and Joanna
in, sitting them down and securing their legs before they lay down, “I shall
return shortly with food, drink and fresh clothing, but first, I have ransom
demands to deliver.”
He left the
room, the five women looking at each other as they wriggled round. Joanna reached up and pulled at her scarf.
Eventually, she pulled it out, the dark stained cloth falling on her chest, as
she said “Do any of you have any idea why he has kidnapped us?”
Veronika slowly
nodded – she had a good idea why, and the ransom was only part of it…
“Thank you,”
Joanna finally said as she rubbed her wrists.
The five captives had been marched into – well, an ornately decorated
dining room, and then sat down at a seat each, their waists tied to the chair
back and their ankles to the front legs, before they had their arms untied and
the gags removed.
“Allow me to
make the introductions,” the Panther said as he walked round the table, pouring
red wine into the glasses, “Fraulein Veronika and Fraulein Antonella
Mueller… Sheila, Duchess of Fellland… Dame
Barbara Waller… and the Honourable Joanna Forbes-Smythe. Thank you all for accepting my invitation.”
“We had a
choice,” Barbara said, and then she shook as the rope between her legs rubbed
on her again, “but why us?”
“Well, I wished
to dine with you,” the grey haired man said as he went to a trolley, taking a
plate and placing it in front of them as he removed the cloche, “but also each
of you have a reason for been here before.”
“And that
reason is?”
“In our case,”
Veronika said as she looked at Joanna, “this man kidnapped us when we were
young women. He has a – habit – if
capturing again he women he likes.”
“Because I
appreciate your company,” the panther said as he sat in the sixth seat, “Dame
Barbara I am afraid has written of her fantasy of been kidnapped, and Lady
Sheila – well, how many of you have heard of Sheila Fell, the authoress.”
Joanna blushed
as she nodded – and then looked at Sheila as she said “you?”
“Me – but how
did you know?”
“I am a fan,”
the Panther said with a smile, “and as for young Joanna – well, she is the one
I am truly claiming a ransom for. Her
mother, I am sure, will know she is safe so long as the ransom is paid?”
“But… But…
Then why kidnap the other four.”
“Because he
likes our company,” Antonella said, “and because – well, let us enjoy our
dinner, and then you will see.”
“I will see
what?”
The Panther
just smiled as he said “you will see when I prepare you all to rest for the
evening…” He started to cut into his
meat as Veronika sipped her wine. “Be at
peace Joanna,” she said quietly, “you will find it – educational.”
“That feels –
different,” Joanna said as the Panther pulled the rope tight round her arms and
chest, stretching the white silk pyjama top over it. She and the others had bene allowed to change
into night attire, the others watching as he finished binding her arms by
feeding the rope under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and then
under the other arm.
“Be seated,” he
said quietly as he held her arms, and kissed her neck, Joanna shivering as she
said “you’re not going to…”
“Me – no,” he
said quietly, “although I may help you on your way.” As he said this, his hands brushed lightly
over her chest, as she felt a shiver run down her, and saw the others nodding.
“Dame Barbara,
will you be first?”
“Please,”
Barbara said as she wriggled round, the deep neckline of her nightdress
allowing her chest to be seen between the tight ropes. The Panther walked over and knelt down,
crossing her ankles before he lashed them tightly together, and then her legs
below her knees as she pulled her wrists up her back. This made the crotch rope rub more on her, as
she sighed gently.
“Patience, Dame
Barbara,” he said quietly as he held up her panties from earlier, watching as
she smiled and opened her mouth, and then pushing them gently in before he tore
a strip of white tape from the roll, pressing it over her lips as the others
watched. He then walked round and
started to massage her chest between the bands of rope, hearing her soft moans
as she closed her eyes and pressed against him.
Joanna looked
on the floor, where Veronika and Antonella were sat back to back, wearing white
Baby Doll nighties. Their arms were
wrapped around each other’s body, their wrists tied together in front of each
other’s belly, and then to the crotch rope each of them as wearing. Their arms were secured together, as were
their waists, and both had their ankles and legs secured as well. They looked over to the younger woman and
smiled, Veronika saying “your turn will come – try and see how it feels” before
she moved her wrists, her sister responding and moving hers as well.
Lady Sheila was
lying on her side, watching as she wriggled round in the rope holding the dark
blue nightdress in place as well as her arms and legs. Her ankles were pulled back and tied behind
her – to her own crotch rope, as the white tape covered her mouth and
chin. Joanna could see her puffed out
cheeks, because of the cloth in there, and the shape of her lips as she watched
all four of them, realising she was enjoying it as well.
Taking a deep
breath, Joanna pulled her wrists up slightly, gaspign
as her own rope rubbed on her slit, feeling so new, so different, as Barbara’s
moans grow louder when the Panther slipped his gloved hands under the top, and
started to pinch her nipples, her own arms moving more as she tried to bring
herself along.
“Oh my god,”
she whispered as Barbara suddenly opened her eyes wide, screaming as he stood
back and watched her fall to her side, then pulling her legs back as he secured
them behind her. Looking over at Sheila,
she saw the Duchess was also bringing herself along, as he looked at Joanna.
“So, ready to
feel something wonderful?”
She looked at
him, and whispered “yes” as he held a folded silk scarf in his hand, and said
“open wide…” She allowed him to gag her
as she anticipated a memorable evening…
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