Amanda Thornton and Rebecca Carpenter climbed out of the Mercedes. The cold wind whipped once again at their scantily-clad bodies.

‘My, my,’ Alyssa continued. ‘Fancy running around out here in the freezing cold in just those tiny bras and panties of yours. I thought you’d have more sense, Agent Thornton.’

Becky put her hands on her head and grimaced as her breasts lifted in her under-wired bra. Special Agent Amanda Thornton followed suit.

‘Legs wider apart, ladies. We don’t want any sudden moves, do we?’

Both Amanda and Becky widened their stance, adding to their embarrassment.

The large man appeared carrying several lengths of thin twine, a lascivious grin on his face.

‘I’d better search them again, I suppose,’ Alyssa said, handing the man her gun. ‘See if they’ve hidden anything away during their escapades. If they try anything shoot them in the legs.’

Both Amanda and Rebecca stood there blushing scarlet while Alyssa probed bras and prodded panties.

Joe Walker watched grinning. This was definitely his day. ‘I’ll get something to gag them with, shall I, Ms. Baxter?’ he suggested when his employer’s daughter had finished.

‘No, need, Joe,’ Alyssa Baxter said, smiling sweetly. ‘I think we’ve everything we need here.’

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In contrast, Melinda Lesalle had taken off her own gag and spat out the sodden wadding. She now worked on the binding that still attached her left ankle to Debbie’s right and both to a large metal drum. Seconds later Melinda’s foot popped free.

Debbie waited for the woman to cut her own foot free. But it was not to be. She suddenly realised that rather than free her ankle from the drum, the other woman had actually tied both her ankles together and left them fixed to the heavy weight.

Debbie reached up to tear off the gag. But it was too late. The other woman was on her. With her legs fastened to the drum, Debbie could do little to defend herself as Melinda grabbed her. Indeed, with her mouth packed to bursting point, she had to concentrate more on fighting for breath than fighting her opponent. Soon Melinda had been rolled painfully on to her front. She felt her breasts squashed under her, as her opponent twisted her arms behind her and began to tie her wrists together.

‘So, bitch, you thought you could steal my husband did you. Well, now you’re going to suffer.’

Debbie chewed on her gag and tugged at the rope around her wrists and she decided that the woman must be mad. They were locked up by some psychopathic hit woman, and Melinda Lesalle thought more about revenge for infidelity than escape.

She felt herself rolled over on to her bound arms, but she could only watch as Melinda fetched a new piece of rope. She wound this around the narrowest part of Debbie’s waist, leaving a long end. Debbie bristled as she pushed this back between Debbie’s joined legs and then roughly pushed Debbie back over on to her front. Debbie groaned into her gag as her bare breasts again hit the concrete floor. She felt the rope twisted between her joined wrists and then taken back down between her legs. When she had been rolled back on to her arms, she found herself once again looking up into Melinda’s face.

‘Now we pull,’ she said simply.

Debbie groaned into her mouth packing as Melinda took all the slack possible out of the crotch rope and then tied it off at her navel.

‘There, bitch, that should give you something to think about.’

Melinda looked around at the shelves. ‘Guess what,’ she said sarcastically. ‘Everything we need is in here except clothes. Don’t go away.’

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The panty gag absorbed Romelia’s words of protest. Comfortable she wasn’t. She lay facing upwards in her bath tub; and her arms had already began to go numb from her weight. In addition to the other ropes around her legs, her dressing gown cord now fixed her ankles to the faucet.

‘I’ll be back with the car in a jiffy,’ Lesalle continued. ‘Then we can be on our way.’

He gave Rommy’s body a long look and instinctively she blushed. After all, she wore nothing but a tight pale green leotard. Nothing that is unless one counted the diminutive underwear beneath. And the way her arms were tied, with the elbows nearly touching, meant that she was forced to pull her shoulders back and push her chest out. She was thankful now that she had decided to keep the bra on. Not that there was anyway she could have foreseen being tied up like this.

‘You know this is all your fault,’ he said accusingly. First you send the contents of the disk in an e-mail. If you’d not sent that fucking e-mail, I’d have got the virus programme by now. Then, you phone me at Baxter’s and demand I meet you here, giving Baxter the opportunity to grab Isla. The plan should have gone off like clockwork. But, oh, no, clever Ms Ph.D. had to do it her way. Well, now you’re in the shit as deeply as I am. You’d better hope that I get the programme before Baxter or Patton, or I might decide to trade you for a share of the proceeds.’

Romelia watched silently as he went to the bathroom door.

‘See you soon,’ he said, sneering.

He plucked the key from the inside of the lock.

As soon as he had left, turning the key in the lock behind him, she began to struggle.

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‘Shit,’ she muttered out loud, when she found out that the door was locked and bolted from the inside.

The front door of the house yielded the same result. Melinda was locked out.

The ice wind whipped at her near-naked body as she thought about her predicament. The door between the utility room and the house was locked fast and was secure enough to resist entry with any of the tools she had available to her. The windows of the house were made of unbreakable security glass, a measure on which she had herself insisted when Paul had bought a house to be unoccupied for large parts of the year.

She went across to where she had left her car. That at least was still unlocked and the keys were still in the ignition, but she knew that there was nothing inside it she might wear.

Of course, had she wanted to go into car and report the incident, which would have been fine. She would have been embarrassed arriving at the police station topless and in only a tiny, and, since they were still wet, near-transparent pair of panties. But she would get over it.

However, Melinda Lesalle had very different plans.

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She wasn’t going to suffocate, of course. And in reality she knew it. But that didn’t make her ordeal any easier. She lay on her front, still encased in the black bag in a back-arching hog-tie. Not only were her wrists, ankles and knees strapped tightly together, but her elbows too had been joined with another of the hard, narrow, black leather straps, which Jacqueline Kilmour had used on her. Then there was the gag and the blindfold. The first filled her mouth to bursting point, sent waves of pain though her stretched jaw and threatened to choke her. The second cut out any light which managed to seep through the black bag.

It had been several minutes now since she had heard what she took to be fighting. After that, she had heard the door open and close. Now, it did so again.

‘Still here, bimbo,’ she heard a woman say. ‘Not too comfy I hope. Well, you just stay there while I see to the good Dr. Lampton.’

Mia felt the bag in which she was encased was unceremoniously unzipped and her blindfold yanked off. A near-naked woman with dark hair stood over her. To her right and saw a second woman, also nearly naked, lying tied up on her back.

The first woman stooped down and took off Mia’s hog-tie. Mia straightened her legs for the first time in hours and groaned into her gag as her muscles spasmed with the relief.

The woman wore only a pair of high-cut white panties. Her arms were folded defensively across her breasts.

‘Well, Dr. Lampton,’ she said, ‘looks like we’ve only got one set of clothes between us. And you’re wearing it.’

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‘Change of plans, sweetheart,’ he muttered, ‘I was gonna take you to my house. But that’d be too dangerous. If Baxter has Melinda, he might know about you by now and be watching the house. I wouldn’t want to tangle with those thugs of his.’

He released Rommy from the bath taps, but kept her legs tied. Then he tipped her over his shoulder. His hand immediately went to her thinly-covered bottom.

‘I’d leave you tied up here,’ he continued. ‘But if they’ve got Melinda, they might know about you, and you know far too much. This is the first place they’d look.’

Rommy groaned as he carried her downstairs.

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Melinda Lesalle had undressed her methodically. She had taken the strap from Mia’s elbows just long enough to hoist the suit jacket and paisley patterned shirt down to Mia’s wrists. Then, she had refastened her elbows and unstrapped her hands. As soon as the shirt and jacket were off, Mia’s hands were re-strapped as tightly as before. Without the hog-tie, the skirt came off easily. Mia wore no waist slip. Just pantyhose. Still lying on her front, she tried kicking with her joined feet as Melinda wound those down her long legs. But she was stiff and sore after hours in the hog-tie. And, anyway, Melinda took no chances. She only released Mia’s thighs long enough to get the hose to her strapped knees. The thigh strap went back on before she released her knees. And, she replaced the knee binding as soon as the hose were around her ankles. Only then did she unstrap Mia’s aching feet and take the hose and shoes off in one go.

Melinda turned Mia on to her back and arms and looked her over. She was undeniably pretty, with a excellent body, long legs and nice breasts to boot. Her bra looked like it would fit Melinda and she was tempted to take it too. But she decided against. There seemed no point to wear someone else’s used underwear and Melinda decided she could pick a bra up for herself on the way to the motel. After her unexpected dip, she could do with some fresh panties as well.

Debbie Sinclair, lying on the floor in just the tiniest of thongs, watched enviously while Melinda dressed in the Mia’s clothes. Melinda hummed and ha’d over the hose, and, after some consideration, left that off, before pushing her feet into Mia’s shoes, which miraculously fitted. Now dressed, Melinda went across to a small pot on one of the high-up shelves and produced a roll of bank notes. ‘I think I’ll stop off on our way and buy myself a nice warm pair of woolly leggings,’ she crowed, smiling.

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Special Agent Amanda Thornton had a shrewd idea too. She hoped she was wrong. She was wrong; but not in the way that she hoped. It turned out to be even worse than she anticipated.

‘Strip naked,’ Alyssa demanded, managing to make the order sound even less pleasant than it undoubtedly already was. ‘We’ll start with the bras,’ she continued enjoying herself. ‘One at a time. You first, Agent Thornton.’

So Alyssa not only wanted them naked, she wanted a display. Amanda said nothing. Trying to seem as casual as she could, she reached behind her back and fished for the strap of her bra. The catch took a second to release. As she pulled the bra off, her nipples, already prominent as the result of the cold, perked up even more.

‘Nice boobs, Agent Thornton,’ Alyssa said smirking. ‘All yours, I hope. Nothing added?’ She watched Amanda try to maintain an expression of detachment. ‘No, of course not. You’re a much too serious person for implants. And in any case, I would have noticed when I searched you just now.’

That at least made Amanda blush.

‘Joe, take possession of Agent Thornton’s bra, please,’ Alyssa continued.

Sniggering, the big man took Amanda’s white bra from her and clutched it in the same hand as the rope.

‘Your turn, Dr. Lampton,’ Alyssa continued, ‘bra off.’

‘I’ve told you I’m not . . .’ Becky started, but thought better of it. Instead, blushing, she reached behind her back, unhooked her thirty-four C bra, and slipped it off. As Joe took it from her, she remembered buying it especially for what had turned out to be a rather significant date. As she folded her arms defensively across her bare breasts, striking exactly the same pose as Amanda, she wondered if she would ever get to wear it again.

‘Panties next,’ Alyssa barked. ‘Come on, Agent Thornton, don’t let us keep my father waiting.

Amanda groaned. If it came to a fight or to a chase, she knew that a bra would be much more use to her than her panties; but like most women, modesty meant that she instinctively clung to her panties longer. She reached down and stretched the narrow elastic strands at the side of her panties down over her hips, and then drew them down her long thighs and over her knees, calves and feet. She held the garment out to Joe; but Alyssa indicated with a wave that she was to keep hold of them. It made sense, Alyssa would ask each of them to gag herself with her discarded panties, and then have Joe use their bras to tie the gags in place. Soon she knew she would not only be gagged, but her hands would be back behind her back, leaving everything on display. But the time for that had not come yet. So Amanda shielded herself the best she could, holding her white panties in front of her pubic hair and keeping the other hand across her breasts.

Alyssa laughed at her modesty. Joe took that as a signal that he too could laugh and did so rather raucously, his joviality barely concealing a lascivious sneer.

‘Okay, one to go,’ Alyssa sniggered. ‘Take your panties off, Dr. Lampton.’

Becky looked around, as if in hope that someone would speak up and save her from this last indignity. A few hours ago, Becky had been worrying that her borrowed bikini was too small to be worn in front of her friends. Since then, she had been kidnapped, tied and gagged, stripped down to her underwear, and tied and gagged some more. Now here she was being forced to strip naked: all because she had been mistaken for someone else. She glanced beseechingly at the FBI agent, standing nude beside here.

‘Hurry up, Dr. Lampton, let’s not take all day. If you can’t take your panties off yourself, I can have Joe do it for you.’

Becky thought that she could hear Joe’s breathing quicken at Alyssa’s words. The threat was enough. Nervously, she wound her white panties over her hips and down her legs. She pulled her feet clear, and then hugged the discarded garment to her loins. Event the skimpiest of Paul Lesalle’s thong bikinis seemed like heaven as she stood there in the nude shivering.

Amanda Thornton knew what was about to happen. It was exactly in tune with what she had seen so far, that Alyssa Baxter would take delight in gagging her with her own panties. There was something, however, she hadn’t foreseen,

‘Swap panties.’

Both women snapped to attention at that one.

‘W-w-why?,’ Becky stammered.

Alyssa sniggered out loud. ‘Just to make it interesting,’ she announced. ‘And to make you wonder what I might dream up for you if you try to escape again.’

The two women exchanged sullen glances and then Amanda handed her panties to Becky. The student took the tiny white garment gingerly, holding it between two fingers as if she had been handed a dead rat. If Rebecca had that much trouble handling the panties, Amanda wondered how well she’d get on being gagged with them. Escaping from whatever fix they were likely to be put in would be hard enough, without a choking woman to worry about. She reached out and took hold of the small flimsy garment from her fellow captive.

‘Now put them in your mouths,’ Alyssa continued. ‘And I mean right in.’

Becky struggled not to retch as she forced Amanda’s panties into her mouth. The FBI agent followed suit. When both the white garments had disappeared behind pristine teeth, Joe quickly tied them in place with their bras.

Alyssa waited, smiling, until Joe had finished, before speaking again.

‘Now, ladies, time to tie you again. Hands behind your backs, palm to palm.

Both did as they were told, bitterly aware that nothing now shielded their fronts. Joe wasted no time binding their wrists, side by side, with the thin rope and cinching the bindings. The result, Rebecca mused was so stringent that she doubted if any more were needed to stop Agent Thornton escaping.

Alyssa had other ideas.

‘All right, Joe,’ she said when he had finished. ‘Tie their elbows together and make sure that they touch. I don’t want either of these two escaping again.’

It was a strain on their shoulders as well as their arms. As soon as the fine rope had done its work and both women could feel their elbows grind together behind their backs, Joe knotted the binding and cinched it, before tying it off.

Joe came back round front. Now, each naked woman discovered that not only was she unable to use her hands to shield herself, but that the elbow tie forced her into a posture which pushed her breasts outwards for presentation.

‘Right,’ Alyssa announced, ‘one uncooperative scientist and one interfering FBI agent all trussed up and gagged and ready to go.’ She gave Becky a playful slap on her left buttock. Now get back up to the house, both of. If you think you’re suffering now, wait and see what will happen to you, if either of you try and escape again.

The procession made its way up to the house with Alyssa leading, the two naked women following and Joe bringing up the rear. As they went passed an open garage, a large length of cloth caught Alyssa eyes.

‘Wait,’ she ordered.

Both women stopped and watched Alyssa tear the rag into four strips. She took the first and folded it lengthways until it was about five inches wide. Then she used it to reinforce Becky’s gag, tying it over her mouth so that it covered the bra cleave gagging her and the choking panties beneath. Amanda watched while the second length was folded the same way and tied over Becky’s eyes. When pieces three and four had been used to gag and blindfold Amanda, the procession once more made its way to the house.

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‘I have to go, Mr. Baxter,’ she said decisively.

She got up so suddenly that her hemline moved up to the very tops of her legs. Embarrassed, she smoothed the dress down again, pushing it as far towards her knees as the damned thing would go. Baxter, she noted, hadn’t missed a second of the display.

‘Are, you sure, my dea...’ Baxter started. His daughter would never forgive him, if they let the woman go. Not only would they use important leverage on Lesalle, but they would lose it from under their very noses.

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