Andy Le Strange

(story continues from Bad Day at the Office) Chapter Three: Stripped and Bound Ingrid had been instructed by Prague to make the captives presentable for the list of clients who were interested in paying a lot of money in order to have either one or both women as their own possession. There had been instances of this before with the syndicate but the last auction was over a year ago and had actually been more of an abduction to order. The client wasn’t happy with the “merchandise” as the woman in question refused to play the part of the quiet, introverted damsel in distress the client was wanting. Instead she had nearly wrecked the recording equipment, used to film her in a variety of outfits and predicaments, when she got loose from her bonds during the night. Unfortunately for her, a bit part celebrity of little note, the gang found another buyer who purchased her for $500.000. The sale was put back for a fortnight to allow the woman to recover from the beating administered by Green after her escape. For his part in the debacle Green was fined his share of the deal for beating up the woman too severely and also because he had tied her up prior to her escaping. ...

(story continues from American Dream 8: Bath Time) Part 9: Final Weekend Saturday 7TH September 2006 1103am The cold water had reached Jennifer’s crotch, which she gyrated in concert with the cruel rhythm of the vibrator. Her eyes were wide open in anxious anticipation, her straining neck now fully extended, still held fast by the hair tie, in trying desperately to keep the ever deepening water at bay. Her Mother was still trying to fight the vibrator that was brutally pounding her pussy. Her struggles intensified as she could see the water rising around the bound Jennifer, and finally she tried to catch my attention by looking at me and nodding her head frantically. ...

I was forty-three years of age when my wife and I separated. The reasons for this are varied but seemed the correct thing to do at the time. I moved into a flat, leaving her the house, which she shared, with my daughter. I initially warmed to the idea of living the single life, after nearly twenty-three years marriage, and started to move in different social circles. My job as a Project Manager required me to work at various Nuclear Power Stations throughout the UK, and it was on assignment in Bridgewater that I met Jennifer. ...

(story continues from American Dream) Part 2: Bound in the Trunk Saturday 30TH September 2006 We woke early as there was a load of packing to do before we started the long journey North. Jennifer was still elated after last night’s session and could not stop talking about the proposed scenario involving her mother. As we packed a discussion took place regarding the scope of the role-play. “This must be special. Mom is coming a long way” Jennifer had sat down and was looking at me expectantly. ...

(story continues from American Dream 2: Bound in the Trunk) Part 3: Planning Saturday 30TH September 2006 Jennifer sank back in the passenger seat and let out a deep sigh. She was still dressed exactly the way she was when she had gone into the boot, apart from the pumps, which she had taken off her aching feet. Deep red rope marks were plainly visible on her wrists, elbows, above knee and ankles and her full mouth had marks at each corner from the ball gag straps. ...

(story continues from American Dream 3: Planning) Part 4: Ransom Note Sunday 1st October 2006 We had a long lie in after not arriving until ten thirty at night. We had just dropped into bed knackered from the journey and went straight to sleep. The unpacking and other stuff could wait. I woke about six o’clock as usual and got up to make coffee. Jennifer was still asleep and I didn’t bother to wake her. I sat down in the living room of the flat and drank the bitter liquid, as I hadn’t any milk to put in it. ...

(story continues from American Dream 4: Ransom Note) Part 5: Pick Up Thursday 5TH October 2006 6am I awoke at the usual time of six o’clock. I left Jennifer sleeping as it was to be a big day for her. In more way’s than one. The days up to now had gone in like a flash. My new assignment at the Power Station was settling down to a familiar routine and that out the way left me to concentrate on the weekend ahead. ...

(story continues from American Dream 5: Pick Up) Part 6: Together Again Thursday 5TH October 2006 1950hrs The rest of the drive to my flat had been uneventful. We drove in silence, broken only by the intermittent clanging of the cuffs on the metal frame of my drivers seat as Lucinda tested her bonds. I watched her in the rear view mirror but her expressionless face gave nothing away. She was actually more attractive in the flesh than in the photos Jennifer had shown me. Long dark hair framed a pretty face with a slightly square jaw. A pair of lips that I bet could suck an egg through a fuckin straw and a narrow nose complimented each other perfectly. Lastly her big, deep brown eyes that no doubt would have been watching me closely if it weren’t for the darkened glasses. ...

(story continues from American Dream 6: Together Again) Part 7: Bound Together Friday 6TH October 2006 0147hrs Lucinda strained her bound wrists against the tight white cord for the umpteenth time. As she did so she grunted into the black leather panel gag that had been applied to her lower face, the large red rubber ball that was attached to the panel, wedged deep in her mouth behind her teeth silencing her effectively. Jennifer turned her head to try to look at her Mother. She had been totally amazed at Lucinda’s ability to struggle and fight the ropes. Also her stamina was breathtaking. ...

(story continues from American Dream 7: Bound Together) Part 8: Bath Time Friday 6TH September 2006 1430hrs Both women stood in the centre of the small room I used as my workshop and glared at me. I had already ordered them to strip to their underwear and tights and the discarded clothes lay in two separate piles in the middle of the floor. Lucinda had been released when I returned to the flat and had been given the latex dress to wear whilst being transported to the unit. I had also made her wear her pumps. The way the latex clung to her figure gave me another boner. ...

(story continues from Bad Day at the Office) Chapter Two: The Situation Deteriorates Kirsty and Ruth were pulled inside the derelict building by the ropes, encircling their upper bodies, enthusiastically by the two goons on the other ends. “Come on you Cop Bitch !” Snarled the thug tugging at a reluctant Kirsty who was trying to fight the incessant tugging on the thick cords. “I have a little something to give you later you slut !” the man warned ominously, obviously referring to the knee in the nuts the thug had suffered earlier at the hands of the Policewoman and the almost certain retaliation. ...

Chapter One: Failed Heist The van swayed from side to side as it continued to accelerate through the single track country road, buffeting about the two women sprawling on the rear floor. One of the women wore a red short sleeved shirt and a grey business skirt that rode up over her shapely thighs as she was thrown around by the violent motion of the van. The other figure was dressed in the uniform of a police officer, who was spared the other woman’s indignity, as she was wearing a pair of tight fitting uniform slacks. ...