" The Bikini Bandit" by Bandit

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I am aware that the story doesn't completely suit our genre, but it's a sort of personal plea; the story is still incomplete since 20 years ago, in the meanwhile the author vanished, does any member know the finale ?

The Bikini Bandit –




Newcastle England Tuesday August 4th









As the wheels of British Airways flight BAE1291 touched down on the tarmac of Newcastle international airport and the plane taxied to the departure zone the eyes of passengers and crew in first class turned towards the man sat alone near the emergency exit. A mountain of a man who's body showed the muscles of many a work out, while his skin tone could be described as tanned by many an hour out in the hot sun. He may well have been handsome in a rugged way but it was none of these features that drew all that attention. Rather it was the large white Stetson, solid silver shield that simply read Texas Ranger and most of all the Magnum 44 held in an old fashioned thigh holster and accompanying 9mm Beretta in a shoulder holster.



In all honesty of course, since the events of 9-11 Derrick had seen the look of amazement, shock and even worry from when he boarded the plane in the first place. It was nothing less than he expected of course, after all he had strolled onto a charted flight armed to the brim. Having seen all the concern the Ranger did at least think to explain before the plane took off but could tell some people weren't overly convinced.



Rising with a slight groan while stretching his massive battle scared body Texas Ranger Derrick Grainger walked down the planes aisle. Ducking Derrick made for the door out into the arrival lounge battered carry-on bag in hand. Pausing as he entered the experienced yet tired cowboy looked around absorbing all before him then headed straight towards the two uniformed police officers standing by the exit. Police officers he knew well having worked alongside them when a case lead them to his home city of Houston. Following the usual greetings the trio headed out of the airport and over to a waiting unmarked BMW 3 series police car and headed at speed away from the airport.



It was strange to Derrick being back in Newcastle, a city he'd left some 34 years earlier when at the age of 11 his parents and grandparents had been tragically killed in a train crash. An event that had lead to him leaving everything he knew when he move to America to live with an uncle he hardly knew. In all honesty Derrick had returned once or twice, mainly to visit the one friend he'd truly kept in touch with. The first time for that friend’s wedding, and the second to become the godfather to the same friend’s daughter.



The very goddaughter he was now there to find, as it appeared she'd become the latest victim of an unknown assailant the English press had dubbed the Bikini Bandit. First however, whether he liked it or not, Derrick had to book into the Gateshead Hilton and get a few hours sleep. After all he'd not only been travelling for the best part of 24 hours, but also had left as soon as his latest case finished after 32 hours of none stop work.





As he entered the plush hotel room, dumping his battered carry-on bag on the floor Derrick pictured in his mind the beautiful 19 year old law student he'd seen months earlier when she visited him in Texas. Oh how Emma had grown up over the years into a stunning natural blonde, with a smile that could melt the hardest of hearts, even his. The thought of her in the photo Derrick had seen, the very photograph that had become the Bandits calling card filled the experienced Texas Ranger full of rage and sadness all at once.



As he kicked of his cowboy boots and slumped on the first soft bed he'd seen for days Derrick had that sight burned into his mind. There she was his little girl, fear in her normally sparkling grey eyes looking out above a bright pink ball gag clearly buckled tightly in place. Her wonderful body, with large soft breasts barely covered by a tiny bikini that's colour matched the gag and it appeared the rope that bound her so strictly.



Derrick hadn't needed to keep a copy of the photograph he had seen the pink nylon rope binding Emma's wrists and elbows tightly together behind her back. While the same rope had pinned her slim ankles, toned calves and shapely thighs together before she'd been hogtied. The rage filled Ranger had also seen the tell tale marks of a taser on Emma's arm which he knew was how she'd been subdued.



Eventually after what seemed like an eternity the tension finally slipped out of Derrick's large battle scared body and he fell into a deep restful sleep ready to rage war on those responsible for taking Emma and all the other girls from their friends and friends









Just outside Alnwick Northumberland Sunday August 2nd





Slowly the fog and confusion cleared out of the weary mind of gorgeous blonde 19 year old Emma Harrison. It took mere moments for the sexy young student to realise she remained cruelly trussed up and gagged in the bikini she'd been forced into. Emma hadn't owned the tight revealing item she now wore, as could be seen by the fact it was at least one size to small. The sexy blonde had no conception of whether the whole size issue had been an over sight or deliberate. However Emma understood the effect all too well, as the bottoms squeezed her already pert butt, a butt that had received several humiliating painful smacks. While the top barely covered her large soft breasts, and pulled so tight her cleavage bulged and hard erect nipples stood out.



From her position on the cold hard stone floor where she lay, still tightly hogtied, but now embarrassing being sexually tormented by what she guessed was a small vibrator sealed inside her by a cruel biting crotch rope Emma knew she wasn't alone. Yet the young blonde couldn't see who else was there with her. She did however understand the other person was a fellow captive.



Emma was right and if she'd been able to move round what she would have seen was another young blonde also helplessly bound and gagged. The stunning blonde in question was in fact 21 year old bank clerk Charlotte Nicholson who'd been snatched by the so called Bikini Bandit only 3 days earlier.



Unlike the poor helpless Emma, Charlotte didn't lie in a tight restricting hogtie on the cold hard stone floor of her captors vast basement, never the less she was equally as powerless. Dressed in only a small skimpy black bikini, again one size too small that didn't belong to her, Charlotte felt no more comfortable. With the shinny bottoms pulled so tight against her tanned skin that they moulded to the lips of her pussy and slipped inside her butt cheeks the sexy blonde felt so degraded and humiliated. Then there was the top, in a style she'd never wear herself, again in shinny black it consisted of only two small triangles joined by tiny thin straps that barely covered her nipples never mind her pert 34 c-cups.



Standing against a hard wooden cross in the far, shadowy corner of the basement her slim toned legs strapped tightly in place just above the ankle, below the knee and around the upper thigh by tight biting leather Charlotte felt so exposed. With her legs spread wide a slowly vibrating wand held hard against pussy by a leather thong crotch strap the sexy blonde could do nothing to protect herself. More leather straps pinned first her slim waist to the crosses centre piece, then her body only just under those soft wonderful breasts till finally her raised and spread arms were strapped around the wrists and elbows.



There standing trapped in a star shape her young body spread wide while for hours she'd been forced by the wands slow torture to remain on the verge of climax Charlotte moaned and whimpered through the panelled cock gag strapped tightly against her soft skin. While the whole time feeling sorry for her new companion lying trapped in the strict, restrictive cruel body aching hogtie she recognised so well.







Stanley County Durham Friday July 31st



For 21 year old blonde bank clerk Charlotte Nicholson it had been a normal, uneventful late summer day. Work had been as usual, boring and stale. Yes she'd had her usual share of amorous customers, put up with her leering manager while the whole time pasting on a fake smile but that was part of the job. What the sexy young blonde didn't know as she bid her goodbyes that night she'd not be returning for quite sometime, if at all.



Walking across the quiet car park just behind the main street dressed in her rather bland uniform, consisting of navy blue knee length tight fitting pencil skirt, matching jacket, red form fitting blouse, 2" black heeled shoes and shear black tights Charlotte felt anything but sexy. However the stranger awaiting her in the plain white Renault Master van parked beside Charlottes old but much loved little Ford Fiesta disagreed.



As Charlotte approached her car she unfortunately paid little attention to the van and carried on as normal. Pushing the remote unlock function on her car key the young blonde firstly dropped her bag in the boot before heading to the driver’s door. It was however a journey she never finished as a gloved hand reached from the vans side door and clamped over her mouth. Only a second later Charlotte’s world went black as thousands of volts from a taser gun shot through her young sexy body.



Wasting no time Charlotte’s mysterious attacker plunged into removing her stale boring uniform. Her jacket and blouse being the first to go, followed moments later by the young blondes black lace and shear bra. Naturally Charlotte’s shoes, tights, skirt and matching black lace panties followed shortly after.



Once through with stripping the young bank clerk the woman behind her helplessness moved onto the part she loved the most. On went a tiny pair of black bikini bottoms, one size to small, intentionally used to squeeze and mould to Charlottes pert tight young butt and wonderful pussy. Followed by a bikini top that consisted of only two small pieces of shinny black Lycra, which matched the bottoms and three thin straps.



Having savoured the thrill of stripping Charlotte and dressing her in the very outfit she loved the most the Bikini Bandit soon filled the young woman's mouth, thanks to a full harness ball gag. Then came the tight restricting bindings, expertly done using black nylon climbing rope from the local outward bounds shop.



Firstly used to bind Charlottes slim wrists then elbows together before moving on to her legs where she was tied around the ankles, below and above her knees finishing at the upper thighs. However it didn't stop there as finally Charlotte began to regain consciousness with a short length of that black rope was used to yank the young woman's legs back till they almost touched her pert squeezed butt.



By now fully awake and frantically struggling well aware of who held her captive. After all it was a case flashed over the front page of every news paper, and talked about on every news broadcast Charlotte was powerless to resist. It was then as if to add insult to injury the photography started, but what left the young bank clerk stunned was the camera. As it appeared to an old fashioned Kodak instant camera her abductor was using.



Eventually the first part of Charlottes ordeal drew to an end as a single photograph was left on the front seat of her car before the van pulled away from the car park and off to somewhere the young blonde knew nothing about.







End of part one..........

















Hilton Hotel, Gateshead

Wednesday 5th August



“All right, all right, I’m coming...”



Slowly awoken by the constant pounding on the door of his hotel room, Texas Ranger Derrick Grainger shook himself down and as a force of habit in that situation withdrew his 9mm Beretta from its holster. Still half asleep and dressed in the dusty, muddy faded out Levi jeans and crumpled white shirt he'd worn when he collapsed on the bed 11 hours earlier the Ranger stiffly walked over and opened the door gun in hand.



The sight that greeted him however certainly took him by surprise - but not as much as the surprise he gave the attractive brunette standing looking down the gun’s barrel. She stood there before him - dressed all so formally, her black suit jacket and matching pencil skirt clearly tailor made, her long toned legs covered by a pair of dark black pantyhose. Whoever she was, she made for quite a sight. So quickly, with an old fashioned gun fighter’s spin, Derrick re-holstered the chrome plated semiautomatic pistol and waited for the women there before him to speak.



"Well Ranger you certainly know how to leave a lasting impression on a person, I'm DCI Claire Abbott and I've been sequestered to accompany you through this investigation."



Derrick was not used to working with anyone, but he had to admit the tall, incredibly busty brunette stood there before him was certainly a beautiful woman, and he was sure her help and skills would prove to be very valuable. After all as the saying goes, he's not in Texas anymore.



Stepping to one side to allow DCI Abbott inside before grabbing his carry bag and heading to the en suite bathroom, Derrick called out, "I'll be a few minutes - I hope you have got the files I need to study."



Smiling, Claire realised what her Superintendent had meant when he told her, "you'll find this Texas Ranger is rather old fashioned." After all there was no-one who used files anymore, that's what laptops are for.



Hearing the shower running Claire took a seat by the room’s large plate glass window. Gazing over the River Tyne, she pondered just where her latest assignment would take her. Yes the gorgeous 25 year old wanted to capture the so called Bikini Bandit - after all it would do wonders for her career - but could the Ranger with his ways of the past really do that much?



After all he looked like a burnt out tramp when she first laid eyes on him, all be it down the barrel of a gun. So imagine her shock when finally the door to the en suite bathroom opened again. Gone was the month old beard, scruffy faded out jeans and crumpled shirt. There in their place stood a mountain of a man, clean shaven, with an ironed crisp white shirt, and new faded out Levi's, with fire burning in his eyes and determination written all over his face.



Standing slowly and walking to where Ranger Grainger stood waiting, Claire felt a shiver run up her spine as she looked directly into his steely eyes. No-one would have missed the chill in the air right then, and finally it had dawned on Claire there was a lot more to the man whose eyes remained locked on her as she approached. He was a lot more than just some sort of blast from a terrible '70's B-movie, yes he was a cowboy but Claire realised right then it was more much more.



Yes the Ranger was armed and clearly ready, but yet it was clear even there in the silence that he intended to find his goddaughter, the one person in his life that had never let him down, never hurt him and that he'd always loved. It became clear to DCI Abbott that the mountain of a man there in front of her would do what ever it took to get her back, bring down the Bikini Bandit and anyone who was involved in whatever was going on, and nothing or no-one would stop him.





Just outside Alnwick

August 5th



As she slowly awoke from a dreadful night’s sleep, Emma was at least grateful for one over riding relief. For the first time since her abduction the sexy young blonde had been freed from the body aching hogtie.



Sadly for Emma, however, that was the closest to freedom she'd been allowed when it came to sleep. Even when she'd been allowed to use the toilet the young blonde student had remained bound tightly around the wrists and elbows while constantly ball gagged.



If Emma thought she was receiving extra cruelty compared to those before she'd have been wrong though. In fact the sexy blonde was undergoing the same level of restriction, cruelty and humiliation as all those before her. Yet as she looked around the small windowless room she'd been moved to the night before, the darkness robbed her of any certainty other than her own discomfort and fear.



Except one thing, that is, for the first time since she'd been abducted, tasered, dressed up in a tiny bikini, tightly trussed up and gagged Emma was all alone. Gone was the fellow young blonde who'd been bound to the cross, the twins. Well she thought they were twins anyway, after all the both had the same curly strawberry blonde hair and figures. Emma vaguely remembered reading in a news paper about some abducted twins anyway.



She'd only seen them briefly the day before as they were being lead by dog leads through the basement. Emma could still picture the first, dressed in a shinny yet tiny silver bikini, her mouth rammed full by a matching coloured ball gag. While her wrists, red raw from the extremely tight metal handcuffs, and ankles were shackled, linked by a short chain.



Then there was her sister, dressed in a brightly printed strapless bikini, again as with everyone else at least a size to small. Emma couldn't help but think the top in fact was so small it might as well have been a belt. Again like her sister the other twins wrists were red raw from the painful looking handcuffs, while the ankles were shackled the same way.



Feeling her eyes well up with tears again at the thought of the others she'd seen, Emma had just clenched them closed when she heard the door to her little cell unlock. When again Emma opened her eyes the early autumn sun that blazed past her abductor stung. It was a feeling almost as bad as the rope binding her.



However as Emma's eyes adjusted to the light streaming in through the door she realised her assumption was wrong. In truth it wasn't her abductor at all but yet another poor unfortunate girl. This one a stunningly attractive brunette, yet again squeezed into a bikini at least one size to small. The shiny gold Lycra literally only covered where it touched and that wasn't very much at all.



Emma couldn't really make out how the newcomer’s arms were bound, but judging by the way her shoulders were pulled back and her chest stood out the sexy blonde guessed it was the same as she experienced. So if she was right that would mean the brunette had her wrists and also her elbows bound very tightly together, with what Emma assumed would be more of a brown shaded rope rather than gold. After all, up to then, the very thing the young blonde had seen proved that all the girls were bound with rope of a similar colour to the skimpy bikini's they wore.



As her eyes worked their way downward Emma almost nodded to herself, seeing first the light brown rope wrapped around her fellow captive’s waist before being pulled cruelly between the brunettes crotch. Emma could clearly see how it passed between the brunette’s lips and guessed it also split her butt cheeks as well. In fact, if her own experience was to be replicated, that same rope would be holding a torturously slowly vibrating bullet in place. So slow in fact it held her on the edge of climax yet never allowed the sexual release needed, possibly even longed for.



Then there were the brunettes legs, clearly lashed tightly together, the brown rope biting into the soft flesh of her fellow captives ankles, calves and two places on her toned thighs. Emma simply didn't know who to feel most sorry for right then herself or the brunette before her.



Finally, though, the silence was broken by a strangely calm, sweet sounding female voice, "now my little playthings listen very, very carefully I shall say this only once." Words that straight away left Emma rolling her eyes as she thought about the reruns of the old BBC sitcom Allo, Allo she'd watched with her father when younger.



Yet still the sweet quiet voice continued. "Very soon I will be leaving you two together, if you wish to eat and drink this morning you will work as a team to free each other once the door bangs shut. However hear this now - if only one of you is free when I return later today my wrath will be great and you'll both suffer. Oh yes and one more thing - I expect to find you both naked and ready for you new bikinis then as well."



No sooner had the talking finished with those worrying words then a loud smack, landed expertly on the pert butt of the young brunette, followed by a well muffled yelp. Emma watched on as carefully her new cell mate hopped forward. As a second loud smack landed followed by another yelp Emma quite rightly guessed the helpless brunette simply wasn't hopping quick enough.



She was right in was mere seconds before the young brunette lost her balance, stumbled, and fell. Naturally being so tightly bound there was no way she could break her fall, so it came as quite a relief to both when with a loud "mmmppphhh" the young women landed on the mattress beside Emma.



It was there the pair lay as lights flickered off and the door slammed shut plunging them into near silence. A silence only broken by the poor brunettes faint whimpering and Emma's deep exasperated breathes.

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."


Just outside Alnwick, Northumberland

2 hours and 30 minutes later



By the time she arrived home with the now full conscious yet securely trussed up and gagged quartet, the Bikini Bandit was well aware that she'd taken a huge risk leaving behind the rather stuck up snooty coach. However, she also knew how careful she had been, staying out of the view of the handful of rather dated unimpressive security cameras, and ensuring no physical evidence remained.



She couldn't help but smile to herself, and why not - after all as she remained in the little white van the sweet sounds of four helpless girls moans and whimpers filled her ears. Yet there was more as she knew all too well, as inside she would be greeted by 11 girls, all bar one naked and waiting for her orders.



As for the odd one out... Well, that would be her first ever victim, her own little brat of a sister, the most despised person in her life. To her parents, the very parents that had after a major family falling out disowned her, the brat was the most perfect girl in the world - yet to the Bikini Bandit she was the bitch from hell. As such, unlike the others, Zoe as her parents had named her would never stop suffering, never be granted so much as a minutes freedom and most of all never see the light of day again. Well at least that was the Bikini Bandit’s plans...



Yet for now the woman in the front seat of the van had to dismiss these thoughts and get down to the business in hand – namely, the frantic, struggling terrified girls helplessly hogtied and gagged in the van with her. Oh but what a wonderful distraction without a shadow of a doubt in her mind they all were.



Even as she exited the van and headed towards the rear doors the Bikini Bandit couldn't help but ponder the events that had lead to the abduction of each and every young woman. Well, she wasn't mulling over the actual events, oh no she was debating just why she'd done what she had.



She thought back to her second abduction - the very busty, very curvy, very sexy brunette Isabella Mind, the girl she'd been in love with, all be it secretly since they were both 16 and in college. In fact it was the way her horrid sister had told their parents she was a lesbian that had destroyed her life as she knew it. Yet now, even as she stood over the quartet struggling against their bonds, wearing only the skin tight Lycra swimsuits, the Bikini Bandit paused long enough to enjoy the memory.







Morpeth, Northumberland

June 23rd



As she sat outside the home of the girl she'd dreamt of for over 6 years, the young woman stopped and for a moment pondered over what she was about to do. After all she knew all too well that this 23 year old curvy brunette, Isabella Mind, had no interest in her.





Well, not the way she wanted anyway. Yes they'd been friends for a few years but Isabella was 100% straight and had a very nice, very sweet boyfriend who she'd met while away at university, but that only increased her lust and wanting.



It seemed like forever before finally she exited the car and crossed the road, all she needed crammed into her rather large shoulder bag, but the Bikini Bandit as she was about to become know was suffering from nerves. She knew how big a risk she was taking only 24 hours after finally snapping and grabbing her despised sister, but as she walked up the path, she had one thought in her mind.



“In for one, in for more” she whispered before she went after the girl she wanted just as much.



With a deep breath and large sigh she knocked on the door, well aware that the curvy, sexy brunette she lusted after was home alone. As she waited, she shuffled around while fumbling with the taser in her pocket. Eventually Isabella, her curvy body seemingly covered by just a simple white towelling dressing gown answered the door.



Not even given time to greet the women she saw as a friend, however, Isabella was instantly hit by the high voltage of the taser in her attacker’s hand. As, with a faint groan she slumped to the floor the woman stepped inside, closing the door behind her. It had been such a sudden start to her new career as a twisted abductor... The shaking woman paused for a moment before removing the unconscious women's gown.



Her eyes opened wide from the incredible sight before her on the floor. A sexy curvy body clad in only in a small black satin thong and flesh coloured padded uplift bra. An accessory that only served to increased the awesome appearance of her large soft mounds rising and falling with her slow gentle breathing.



Standing there, rather in awe, the woman could oh so easily have moved straight to the binding and gagging, yet it wasn't quite what she wanted. Knowing that in her mind and with a swiftness she was come to emulate in the future, she plunged her hand into the shoulder bag, producing something she'd held onto for years. Even as she felt the soft sensual Lycra in her hands she smiled, her mind drifting back to happier times.



As she looked down at both the bikini in her hands and the helpless girl on the floor it quickly became apparent that time had ensured the two would not fit as they once did. Yet strangely that was all the more erotic to the twisted dominating woman there this day, even as frantically she yanked Isabella's underwear off.



Her mind racing, so unsure of herself and the effects of the taser, she got to work. It was surprisingly difficult, yet she was full of glee as she began forcing the black and white leaf patterned bikini bottoms over Isabella's curvy sexy arse. Loving both the way the helpless woman's smooth cool legs felt on her hands and the bottoms ended up squeezing that perfect arse.



Yet there was still the bra style top to deal with. It, like the bottoms, had clearly become too small for the sexy brunette and once in place lead to quite an amazing sight. As the top squeezed and fought against Isabella's large soft mounds of pleasure, the struggle to contain them became clearly evident, something that would also become a trait of the Bikini Bandit in the future. Yet for now she was only thinking of the present.



However she was broken from her revelry by a soft moan - it was becoming obvious the taser’s effects were slowly wearing off. Again something she would understand better in the future, yet right now she had to move on and quick.



Shaking her head in disbelief with the immense effort it was taking, she forcedthe 3" bright pink ball gag she'd gone all the way to a specialist shop in Blaydon to purchase into Isabella's lovely, kissable mouth. Yet more importantly, the time she was wasting with the effort was time she could not spare. So she made a special mental note, "in the future pick a smaller, easier to use size."



It was now as she heard the faint weak moans and saw the flickering of Isabella's eyes that the Bikini Bandit quickly rolled her former friend but now captive over onto her stomach. Still too nervous and mistrusting of her binding skills, and while taking the opportunity with one hand to rub and caress the lycra clad arse she'd loved from a distance for so long, the Bikini Bandit reached over to her bag.



Producing ten thick 18" long black zip ties, she was ready for the penultimate action of Isabella's abduction. With surprising ease as the sexy brunette continued to regain consciousness the now panicked and sweating woman pulled Isabella's arms behind her back. As she expected, despite her slight fumbling first one then a second of the zip ties, one directly above the other, pinned the groaning brunette’s wrists together, her hands palm to palm. Yet with wicked glee, as she knew the rather wonderful side effects, the Bikini Bandit wasn't done with Isabella's arms. As with a little effort and by now a lot more moaning two of the plastic ties slowly but surely pulled the elbows together.



Yet even though she wished so much to savour Isabella, that incredible curvy arse and those awesome breasts, the twitching of the legs of her victim told the still inexperienced Bikini Bandit she needed to move quicker, much quicker. So without further hesitation it was onto the leg binding, minus the caressing and groping she'd so waited for.



It was only minutes later, with a now full conscious and aware Isabella fighting and struggling against all the tight zip ties holding her arms and legs together that the Bikini Bandit finally added the last tie. It was the very tie that forced the sexy brunette into the strictest possible hogtie.





Back in Alnwick.



Broken from her flash back before she could picture all the groping, caressing and pleasure she'd taken with Isabella by the loud moaning of her helpless new arrivals, the Bikini Bandit nodded slowly. Knowing all too well in her secluded location no-one would hear their muffled yells and screams, it was still time to move them inside.