Village Ladies

By eleven o’clock the next day we were well upon our way to the old English capital. Holmes had been buried in the morning papers all the way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border he threw them down and began to admire the scenery. It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. All over the countryside, away to the rolling hills around Aldershot, the little red and grey roofs of the farm-steadings peeped out from amid the light green of the new foliage.

“Are they not fresh and beautiful?” I cried with all the enthusiasm of a man fresh from the fogs of Baker Street.

But Holmes shook his head gravely.

“Do you know, Watson,” said he, “that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.”

“Good heavens!” I cried. “Who would associate crime with these dear old homesteads?”

“They always fill me with a certain horror. It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.”

“You horrify me!”

“But the reason is very obvious. The pressure of public opinion can do in the town what the law cannot accomplish. There is no lane so vile that the scream of a tortured child, or the thud of a drunkard’s blow, does not beget sympathy and indignation among the neighbours, and then the whole machinery of justice is ever so close that a word of complaint can set it going, and there is but a step between the crime and the dock. But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law. Think of the deeds of hellish cruelty, the hidden wickedness which may go on, year in, year out, in such places, and none the wiser.

Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Copper Beeches

It was a small village, nestled in the hills of north Nottinghamshire, the sort of place that had a pub, a shop come post office, and not a lot else apart from the houses that lay up long driveways from the road that ran straight through the middle.

It was a close knit community, one where everyone looked out for everyone else, but they also respected their privacy – which on this particular night, was going to be a problem for Delores Lanningham, the lawyer who made her home there, and her friends Mary Barnett and Wilma Dearing.

Delores was well known in the village – her daughter Deborah was the village school teacher, and her house was the old manor house. She had short brown hair, greying slightly in places, and on this particular evening was wearing a red coat dress, the white hem of her slip just visible under the edge, and red heels. A gold necklace was round her neck, and she was wearing a gold watch on her right wrist.

Mary had been her secretary ever since she had set up in business in the village, and had long ash blonde hair which was also starting to show signs of grey. On this particular evening, she was wearing a black jersey dress, dark tights and flat black suede shoes. As for Wilma, the village doctor, she was wearing a black silk blouse and knee length black leather skirt, with dark stockings and black laced ankle boots, her own ash blonde hair cut in a bob.

They met every Wednesday night to have dinner together, and discuss what was going on – this particular Wednesday evening, however, their meal had been interrupted, and they were all now walking slowly up the stairs of the manor house, their hands palm down on their heads as they were followed by the gang of four men.

They could not see the faces of the men – all four were wearing black balaclavas, so that only their eyes and lips were visible, but the sawn-off shotgun in the gloved hands of one of them, who identified himself as Mister A, was very real. Two of the others, named as Mister B and Mister C, carried large holdalls, while the fourth one – Mister D – followed with a second handgun.

“What is the meaning of this,” Delores said as they were marched into the main bedroom, and told to turn round.

“Oh it’s a robbery – and a chance to have some fun as well,” Mister A said with a grin on his face. Delores was sure she recognised the voice, but wasn’t sure where from. “You do as we say, or we kill you, is that simple enough to understand?”

“Yes,” Wilma whispered as they watched Mister B and Mister C put the bags down, and then start to search the drawers and cupboards.

“Good – then we can begin,” Mister A said as he looked at her, “take off your blouse and skirt.”

“I will not!”

“I told you to do something,” Mister A growled as he aimed the sawn-off shotgun at her, “or would you rather one of the others did it?” Wilma looked at Mary and Delores, and then slowly unbuttoned the blouse, revealing a black bra over her small chest as she threw the garment to the corner. Reaching behind herself, she unzipped and let her skirt fall down, revealing a white lace slip.

“Well done,” Mister A said as she put her hands back on her head, and looked at Mary. “Your turn now.” Mary nodded as she took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up, lifting it over her head to reveal a black bar and slip, then out her hands back up as well.

Mister A and Mister D looked at Delores, who shook her head and opened the front of her dress, letting it slip down her arms to reveal her own white bra and slip. As she put her hands back on her head, she looked at the masked men as their search uncovered some of her jewellery, and said “well, now what?”

“So glad you asked,” Mister A said with a grin, “take those slips off, all three of you – at the same time.” He watched as Wilma, Mary and Delores exchanged worried glances, and then put their hand son their waists, slowly pushing the silk garments down. For Wilma and Mary, that revealed their white panties, the men noticing the black thongs each of them were wearing underneath. Delores revealed a very large pair of panties in a soft rose colour, all three looking at the masked intruders as the slips fell to the ground.

“Very nice,” Mister A said, “now, can you…”

“Mum?”

The four men looked at each other, Mister A and Mister D raising their guns as their leader said “call her in here.”

“Please, not my baby…”

“Do it.”

Delores slowly nodded as she said “Deborah, I’m in the bedroom – can you come up a minute please?”

They heard the footsteps on the stairs, and then watched as Deborah walked in. She had long light brown hair, and was wearing a very short black smock that acted as a dress, black with a white print on it, hose and tan slippers. “What’s up mum,” she said as she came in, and then stared at the three older women in their bras and panties, standing with their hands in the air.

“What the fuc…” Her words were cut off as Mister B put a gloved hand over her mouth, and she saw the two guns.

“Language,” Mister A said quietly as Mister D stared at her. “You do as we say, everyone gets to live through the night, and everyone gets to have some fun. Do you understand?”

“Mhhhmmm?”

“Deborah,” Delores said quietly, “best do as they say.” She watched her daughter as she slowly nodded, Mister A saying “good – when my friend takes his hand away, take that dress off.”

The hand was removed, Deborah swallowing as she slipped her top off to reveal her black strapless bra and thong. “Good,” Mister a said quietly as Mister C opened one of the two large bags, “we can begin. You two,” he said as he aimed the gun at Mary and Delores, “step forward.”

“What are you going to do,” Delores asked the angry tone in her voice clear as they did so.

“Me? Nothing unless you make me. You are going to take the rope from my friend, and tie your daughter’s wrists together behind her back, and your friend here will do the same for your other friend.”

Mary look as the thin white cord she was handed, and said “if I don’t?”

“Then he does it – and trust me, he will hurt her. You don’t want her to be hurt, do you?”

Mary looked at Wilma, then shook her head as she walked behind the other older woman, saying “I’m sorry” as she guided her wrists behind her back and started to tie them together.

“It’s all right, I know you’d never hurt me,” Wilma whispered as Deborah was pushed over, Delores saying “we need to do as they say” as she watched her daughter turn round and put her hands behind her back. Deborah bit on her lower lip as she felt her mother wrap the rope around her slim wrists, and then force them together as Mister B and Mister C watched both women.

“It’s all right Mum – they’ve got guns,” Deborah said quietly as her wrists were forced together more tightly, looking at Mister D as he rubbed his covered chin. Delores tied the ropes off, then looked at Mary as she held Wilma by the arms, saying quietly “it’s going to be all right.”

“Mary?”

“Oh that’s precious – you didn’t know they were lovers?” Delores looked over as Mary blushed and nodded, Wilma saying “better it’s out in the open” before both women were handed a much longer length of rope.

“you’re going to make sure these two beauties can’t mover their arms,” Mister A said as Mister B told Delores to double over the rope, and then pass it round her daughter’s body below her chest, forming a band as she pulled it tight, and then winding it round her body above and below her chest so that her arms were locked into place.

Mary did the same to Wilma, whispering to her as she did so, her chest framed by the ropes as she did so. Delores could see her own daughter’s ample chest been forced up and out by the binding, and was beginning to fear what may be coming next.

Deborah was controlling her breathing, trying not to show the way her fears were spreading as the ropes tightened on her. She could hear her mother’s breathing as she was forced to bind her, and then she stepped back, saying “now what?”

“Now – you tie your assistant in the same way.”

“You never told me,” Delores whispered into Mary’s ear as Wilma and Deborah were forced to kneel on the floor, Mister D and Mister A covering them as the other two made sure Delores was not trying to make them loose.

“You never asked,” Mary said with a shy smile as she felt her boss pass the rope around her body and start to force her arms against her sides, “is there a problem?”

“That my two oldest friends in this village are lovers? No,” Delores said with a smile as she was forced to pull the rope tighter, “no – so what’s going to happen next?”

“You get tied, and with any luck they bind our legs, gag us and leave us?”

Delores nodded as she said “and the chances of that?”

Mary grunted as she tied the ropes off, before Mister D made her kneel next to Wilma as Mister B pulled the older woman’s behind her back. As they were secured, and she felt the rope forcing her own arms to her sides, she felt the rope rubbing on her bare flesh, and saw the way her own chest was been forced up and out.

“This… This is different,” she whispered to herself as the ropes were pulled even tighter, and then tied off, before she was forced to kneel by her daughter, all four of them looking at Mister A.

“We’re going to search the house,” he said quietly as he put the gun down, Mary, Wilma and Deborah all hearing one of the other masked men kneeling behind them, “but we need to have a little fun first.”

“What do you ahhahhh whatareyoudoing,” Mary said as Mister B reached round her and started to massage her chest, Mister C working on Wilma as Deborah felt Mister D’s hands on her breasts. His grip was tight, his fingers sinking into her flesh as she struggled – but that only seemed to encourage him more.

“No,” Delores whispered, and then she called out as Mister A knelt in front of her and grabbed her chest, his fingers pressing in over the large bra cups as he massaged her chest as well.

All four women tried to twist out of the way, but it was useless – and what was worse, their grip was tightening on them, each woman starting to groan softly at what was happening – and the way their bodies were responding.

Mary and Wilma looked at each other, knowing what was happening, and as Delores closed her eyes she was painfully aware of the way her body was responding. It was, however, the long steady moan that was emanating from her daughter that made her turn and look, seeing the way Deborah was closing her eyes and moving now in time to the motion.

“Hey - she’s warming up nicely,” she heard Mister D say behind her – and then she saw the bulge in Mister A’s pants as he nodded.

“So I see, so I see – come round here.”

The four women looked at each other as the four masked men walked round, looking at them as they knelt on the floor – and then hearing the sound as in unison they pulled down the front of their pants, their cocks springing free and hanging in front of them.

“No,” Delores said quietly, “please, no… Who are you, why are you doing this to us…?”

“Shut up,” Mister A said quietly as they stepped forward, “and open those pretty little mouths of yours. You’re going to have something nice.”

All four women nodded as they put their lips round the cocks, the four men nodding as they started to suck the organs in and out, their lips forming seals as they felt the cocks expanding and pressing down their tongues. They knew they had no choice, they knew this was wrong, they knew they were been forced to service the intruders – but they also knew they had no choice in the matter, no choice at all.

Delores had a flashback to her husband, who had ‘persuaded’ her to do this to him several times, and she could take a shrewd guess Mary and Wilma had never done it – but she glanced over at her daughter, whose eyes were closed, a deep guttural moan coming from her as she worked on Mister D, the masked man standing with his eyes closed.

Delores had her own concerns – Mister A had a large cock, and it was currently expanding in her mouth as she sucked and licked it, the throbbing going through her tongue as she did so – and it was doing something to her as well, something unexpected. She was getting pleasure from it, she could feel the dampness between her legs, despite everything…

The jerk took herself by surprise, and then the hot salty flow as it hit the back of her throat. The masked man held onto her head, making her swallow all of it as it continued, Delores forced to continuously gulp it down as she closed her eyes. She could hear the other three also been forced to swallow, before there was a loud gasp as all four were released.

As Delores opened her eyes, she looked along the row, a thin white line escaping from her daughter’s mouth as she gasped for air, Mary and Wilma just staring straight ahead. She turned and looked at Mister A as all four men adjusted their pants, and said “you bastard…”

“Get them on their feet.”

The four women were forced to stand up, Delores looking down and blushing as she saw the damp patch at the front of her panties, and then seeing the others felt the same way…

“Do it.”

“What the hell…” All four stared as the four men knelt down and pulled their panties off, Wilma and Mary seeing their thongs go as well before Mister D took them and Deborah’s thongs, and made a ball with all three, the others folding the panties before they stood in front of the woman.

“No,” Deborah whispered as she shook her head, and clamped her mouth shut – only to open her mouth in shock as Mister D pulled her bra down and squeezed her right breast, then stuffed the triple wadded thongs into her mouth, making her cheeks puff out as she was silenced.

The three older women looked at each other, knowing they had no choice as they opened their mouths to have their own panties stuffed in. They tasted damp, salty-sweet, and pressed their tongues down as the material filled the space behind their teeth.

She then heard the peeling sound, and watched as Mister D wrapped white tape tightly round her daughter’s head, covering and sealing her lips as it pressed her cheeks back in. Deborah could only mumble as the masked man handed the roll to Mister A, who proceeded to encase Delores’ head in a white band that further silenced her, then he handed the roll on before he took a pair of scissors and cut through her bra, pulling it away to allow the cooling air to hit her nipples. Delores was amazed to how firm and erect they looked, while Deborah moaned and twisted round, feeling the ropes rub on her as she did.

As Mister C tore the tape free and pressed it down on Wilma’s cheek, she and Mary were made to walk over to the bed and kneel facing each other, Delores and Deborah watching as the two masked men took more ropes and bound their ankles tightly together, and then their legs above their knees, before Mister B went back to the bag and took out a pole, with a lozenge shaped object at each end.

“Whtsssthtth,” Mary asked as he walked back over.

“We did our homework,” Mister A said with a smile, “we decided to do something to keep you two occupied.” The mother and daughter watched as Mister B and Mister C pulled the bound ankles of the two women back and tied them to their chest ropes, and then put the device between them, a low humming sound filling the air as both woman looked at each other – then moaned loudly as the vibrators were slipped past their petals, looking at each other as the device was left between them.

“You two, search downstairs,” Mister A said, Mister D nodding as the other two masked men walked out of the room, Delores and Deborah looking at each other as Mister A and Mister D looked at them.

“Sit down.”

They allowed themselves to drop to the floor as both men grabbed ropes, and knelt down, bending their legs and tying their bare ankles to their thighs and securing their legs together below their knees before they spread their kegs apart, the mother and daughter looking at each other before they felt the lips of the two masked men on their bare breasts, their tongues licking over their nipples as they sucked gently.

“Hdhrrghddd,” Deborah moaned, Delores nodding as she felt the heat building in her own body. Mister A looked into her eyes before he kissed her breasts again, pulling the nipples out with the force of his lips, and then moved down, Mister D doing the same to her daughter as they moved their heads down…

“HSWWHWHHWJHHSSSSS!!”

Deborah gasped out as she felt the lips on her mound, felt the flow of juices as her binder lapped them up, felt the movement on her as she squirmed and pushed her hips forward, her animal brain taking over as she felt herself slip into herself.

Delores was having similar feelings as she twisted round, her pelvis grinding into Mister A’s face as he continued to kiss and lick her there – and then she heard the zip lowering, the pants dropping, as they looked at each other and heard the loud moans of the other two women.

They then felt the entry, and reacted on that same animal level as the men started to push forward into them, their bodies gripping them as they felt the pulsing, moving with them in perfect timing, letting themselves go…

“Hrrruuuhhhh,” Delores groaned as she lay on her side, the knotted rope rubbing on her damp and sensitive clit as she tried to move her ankles – both of which were now tied to the rope behind her.

Deborah was bound in the same way, as Mister A removed his balaclava, and she recognised the man, knew why he had done this, knew his reasons.

“We got everything boss.”

“Good – let’s go,” Mister A said quietly as the men left, all four woman groaning as Delores wondered how long it would be before the cleaner found them.

And how she was going to keep this quiet.

And his other parting words – how he may come again. And again. And again….

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