"The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

esercito sconfitto
Posts: 7096
Joined: Tue Jan 12, 2016 12:06 pm

"The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by esercito sconfitto »

The Greatest Actress of All


by Tirepanted

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The young woman arose from her bed and stretched, her lithe muscles tightening across her fine, firm, fit body.

She enjoyed the clothes she was wearing. This was because she was wearing no clothes at all. Her purest beauty was on display, though with no windows in her room, no one was there to admire it.

She padded across the room, her feet digging soft grooves into the lush carpet. She stepped into the bathroom, and from there, into the shower. She turned the faucet, letting hot, steaming water wash its way over her naked body.

Lovely, she thought. She wished she could stay in the shower all day. But no, she had other matters to attend to. Major, important matters.

She needed some clothes, of course. But oh, her current outfits were so drab. They were unbecoming of such a handsome girl.

Perhaps she would purchase new clothing today. Or perhaps she would borrow something from her neighbors.

But most likely, she mused with a smile, she would steal them.

*********

“And that concludes tonight’s show, everyone! Tune in next week when we go behind the scenes at Hollywood to reveal more juicy secret off-camera romances! I’m Karen Holmes, wishing you all a good night!”

“Cut!”

Karen stepped out from behind her desk and smiled. Another episode of “Behind the Sparks” had gone off beautifully. She wondered what her fans would think about the secret love affair between the TV stars of the soap opera “As Life Goes By”.

“Great job, Karen,” the cameraman said.

“It’s all in the material,” she replied, beaming.

“Right… Speaking of, Mr. Bismuth asked me to give this to you.” He held out an envelope.

Karen frowned. A letter from her boss? That was never a good thing. She walked into the privacy of her office, and then opened it.

Karen ruffled her blond hair as she read the contents of the letter. Her show’s ratings were dropping… not enough people were interested… she would need to improve the quality, or it would be cancelled by the end of the season.

A knock came from the door. Karen looked up. “Come in,” she said.

The door opened, and in walked Karen’s secretary, Bethany. The ponytailed brunette smiled at her boss.

“Something wrong, Karen? I heard you groan.”

“Good ears, Beth,” Karen replied. “It turns out no one’s interested in ‘Behind the Sparks’ anymore. I need to find a way to spruce up the proceedings. Any ideas?”

Bethany thought for a moment. “Well, with all due respect, Karen, your show’s been very focused on soap opera stars these last few months. Why don’t you try something different?”

“Like what? There just aren’t any other secret romances I haven’t explored from primetime shows.”

“What about movies? There’s got to be something brewing in that genre. I’ve heard rumors that the two leads of that new movie ‘Amazon Island’, have developed a thing for each other, but no one’s been yet able to prove anything.”

“It sounds interesting… do you really think it’s worth looking into?”

“Sure. But it’s your call, Karen. You do what you have to do.”

She turned her heel and stepped out of the room, leaving a very thoughtful young woman to ponder the pros and cons of her situation.

*************

The next day, Karen drove over to the movie lot where “Amazon Island” was being filmed. The picture, from what she had read, was about a shipwrecked man who washed aboard an island populated solely by beautiful, armor-clad women. Naturally, he ended up falling in love with their leader, which led to a whole mess of complications.

I wonder what the going rate is for scripts like those, Karen thought.

She scouted the area. Security was tight, as she had expected. The last thing they wanted was a nosy girl like her snooping around and ruining secret plot details… or secret romances.

After driving around the perimeter of the lot, Karen decided she would need to be prepared for anything. She drove off, making a mental list of all the things she would need upon her return.

*************

Around seven o’clock that night, Karen returned to the lot, dressed all in black. She drove around the back, where the garbage dumpsters were located, and waited.

She didn’t have to wait long. About ten minutes later, the back entranceway to the lot opened, and a female janitor walked out. She was dressed in a dark green jumpsuit and scuffed white sneakers. Atop her brown hair was a green baseball cap. She carried a black garbage bag in each hand.

The woman didn’t notice Karen’s well-concealed car as she walked over to the dumpster. As she opened the lid of the dumpster to drop the bags in, Karen quietly stepped out of the car. She walked up silently behind the woman, moistening a rag with chloroform.

The unfortunate janitress never knew what hit her. As she dropped the bags into the dumpster, an arm suddenly encircled her waist, and a sweet-scented rag clamped over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but her arms were pinned to her sides, and she was lifted off the ground, so that her legs could only wave helplessly in the air.

After about twenty seconds, the woman’s struggles began to grow weaker. Her breathing slowed, as did her reflexes. Finally, she drifted peacefully into unconsciousness.

Karen dragged the woman by her underarms over to her car. She opened the back door and stepped inside, pulling her burden in with her. She shut the door.

After making sure her victim would not cause any further trouble, Karen set about relieving her of her garments. She pulled off the sneakers, along with the white ankle socks beneath them. Then she rolled the woman onto her back and unzipped the jumpsuit. She eased it off her body, revealing a white lace slip and neutral-colored tights. Karen pulled those off, too, so that the girl was now dressed only in a pink support bra and matching panties.

Opting to let the woman preserve her intimacy, Karen pulled off her own clothes, and reached for the janitor uniform. Soon, she was successfully disguised in the girl’s slip, jumpsuit, socks, and sneakers.

Karen reached into her glove compartment and pulled out a roll of strong, thin cable. She bent the woman’s arms behind her back, crossed the wrists, and bound them tightly. She tied the ankles together as well, before bending them over to reach the wrists and securing them together in a firm hogtie. She smoothed a strip of duct tape over the woman’s lips, and used another piece of tape to cover her eyes. Finally, Karen soaked the inside of the woman’s tights with a generous amount of chloroform before pulling it over her head and taping it in place.

Karen stepped out of the car, hoisted the bound, gagged, blindfolded, and hooded girl over her shoulder, and carried her over to the nearby dumpster. She placed her over the lip of the dumpster, so that her bare legs dangled out. Then she grabbed the woman’s bound ankles and flipped them up and into the dumpster. She shut the lid with a smile. Garbage collection wouldn’t be for another three days, ensuring the woman a long, deep, if not especially pleasant, sleep.

Karen stepped over to the back entranceway of the lot. She used the janitor’s keycard to activate the mechanism, and stepped inside. She rubbed her hands with a smile.

“Now the fun begins."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The outdoor lot was pretty deserted, so Karen made her way over to the warehouses. After consulting a map, she learned that “Amazon Island” was being filmed in Warehouse 9. Approaching the area, Karen noticed more heavily armed security guards around the area. Her custodial uniform had gotten her so far, but she doubted it would be enough to get her into the filming itself.

As her brow furrowed in thought, Karen noticed a young woman carrying a plate of entrees walk towards the building. She was dressed in a red T-shirt, white shorts, a red visor, and knee-high stockings beneath comfortable slip-on white shoes. The guards let her in without any questions. After a few minutes, she exited the warehouse, empty tray in hand, and strode off.

“A teamster, eh?” Karen thought to herself. “That’ll do nicely.”

Silently, stealthily, Karen followed the woman back to a large white trailer. The trailer’s wheels were replaced with cinderblocks, marking it as a sort of permanent settlement. The teamster girl stepped into the trailer and shut the door.

Karen watched from the bushes. Through the window, she could see two other women, dressed identically as the first assistant, talking and laughing with one another.

After a few minutes, he teamster Karen had followed and one of her friends left the trailer, heading off to another wing in the lot. The third girl, a pretty redhead with an ample chest and long legs, stayed behind to freshen her makeup.

Karen walked up the three small steps to the door of the trailer, and knocked. After a few seconds, the woman answered. She looked Karen up and down, noting the uniform. “Are you here to… clean the place?”

Karen smiled. “In a manner of speaking.” She whipped out a small can of atomized chloroform and sprayed the woman in the face.

The woman gasped, and her hands went to her throat… leaving Karen free to punch her in the stomach. As the woman doubled over in pain, Karen delivered a swift neck chop which ensured the girl would not be assisting anyone else that night.

Karen stepped over the unconscious woman, then grabbed her wrists and dragged her into the trailer. She shut the door with her foot, and was pleased to see that it locked automatically.

Then it was time to remove the woman’s clothes. The white shoes were the first to go, followed by the knee stockings. The red visor was removed from over equally red hair and placed aside. The red T-shirt was pulled off, introducing Karen to a white elasticized bra that was clearly struggling to contain its two occupants. The shorts were pulled down shapely long legs, revealing a somewhat worn pair of white panties. With a giggle, Karen removed those, too.

Karen searched the trailer’s cupboards for something to restrain her unwilling clothing donor. She finally came across some white clothesline located on an upper shelf, and tested it. Thin, but firm. She guessed the rope lines would discourage much struggling.

Kneeling down near the slumbering girl, Karen rolled her onto her back. She crossed the wrists and tied them together, then did the same for the woman’s elbows. She also tied a rope around the woman’s waist, securing her arms to her back. The woman’s ankles were bound together, as were her knees, and her upper thighs. Karen made sure all the knots were extra-tight.

Once this was done, Karen rolled the woman onto her front and reached for the discarded panties with a smile. She stuffed the underwear into the girl’s mouth, making sure no part of the fabric protruded through her teeth. Karen rolled up her sleeve, revealing a concealed roll of duct tape she had been wearing as a makeshift armband. She wound the tape a couple of times over the woman’s mouth and lower face. She then wound another piece over the girl’s eyes, shutting out her sight from the world. Finally, she wound another piece around the woman’s head and under her chin, sealing her jaws shut and preventing even the slightest efforts to remove the panty-gag.

Satisfied that her victim was well and truly helpless, Karen set about removing her custodial uniform, and then slipped into the still-warm outfit of the teamster. The T-shirt and shorts were a comfortable fit, although the shoes pinched a bit. Karen wondered if perhaps she should have ignored the socks, but then reasoned that she wouldn’t have to wear the uniform for long.

Karen dragged her silent victim into the closet and covered her with a pile of coats. She closed the door and wedged it shut. Then she turned off the lights and left the trailer, jamming the lock to discourage any unwanted visitors.

Procuring the uniform was worth the effort. Karen made it past security with no problems, and stepped into the warehouse.

The inside of the warehouse was large and crowded. In one corner, set decorators worked tirelessly on backdrops and scale models. In another corner, makeup artists hurried to pretty up the actors and extras. In the center of the warehouse was the primary set, where much of the production crew, along with the film’s two stars, Rich Malloy and Penelope Swann, were preparing to film a new scene.

“Where’s my drink?” Penelope spoke out angrily, arms folded.

A nervous girl, dressed similarly to Karen, ran up to Penelope and handed her a glass of water. Penelope took one sip, and then spat it out right into the assistant’s face.

“You stupid b*tch…. This is too cold! You want me to freeze to death? Now go get me another one, and do it right this time!”

The girl ran off, clearly shaken.

Karen watched Penelope with a mixture of fascination and disdain. The woman had recently taken the #14 spot on Celebrities’ Weekly Magazine’s “Most Beautiful Women in the World” list. There was no doubt, gazing at her distinct, uncanny beauty, that she deserved the honor – in fact, some would argue she was underrated. Nevertheless, Karen thought the woman could stand a lesson or two in manners.

“All right, everyone, quiet on the set!” the film’s director said. “We’re now going to film the scene where Malloy’s character first meets Swann’s.”

Everyone hurried into place. The director readied the cameras. “And… action!”

The filming began. Karen watched as six young women, dressed in Amazon armor, forcefully brought a man towards a throne where the Amazon Queen sat.

“How dare you venture onto our island?” the queen said.

“Please, Your Majesty… it was all a mistake!” the man cried.

Karen continued to watch the two interact with each other. She normally didn’t put much stock in intuition, but something about the way these two acted with one another onscreen made her feel that they really were an item in real life.

“And… cut!” the director finally said. “All right, everyone, we’ll take a ten-minute break. Be back in your places when the bell sounds!”

The cast and crewmembers shuffled away from the cameras.

Karen decided that in order to determine whether Rich and Penelope were indeed an item, she would need to watch their scenes from a closer proximity. But how?

Karen studied the Amazon sentry girls. The extras were dressed in chain-mail vests, pleated skirts, white lace boots, and grey metal helmets. Karen determined that most of them had just about the right measurements.

Karen quietly walked over to a large prop of a space shuttle that had been used for a previous picture. She hid behind it and waited.

After about five minutes, one of the girls happened past her hiding spot. The tall, leggy blonde did not notice Karen, so she was caught completely unaware when a hand clamped over her mouth and she was pulled behind the prop. The two dull thuds which followed went unnoticed.

Stripping the girl was fairly routine by this point, although Karen had some trouble removing the girl’s tight boots. Still, before long, her victim lay in only her white bra and panties. Karen set about lashing her wrists together with nylon cord, then doing the same for her ankles. She then tied a piece of cloth tightly over the woman’s mouth, making a neat little bow in the back.

Karen was pleased to discover the rocket-prop was hollow, which gave her a perfect place to stow her victim. She kissed the sleeping girl on the forehead before placing her into the rocket and jamming the door shut. Then she set about changing her own clothes.

“Places, everyone!” the director’s voice rang out.

Karen buckled the strap on her helmet before joining the other extras on the set, along with the two lead actors.

“And… action!” the director cried out.

As the scene filmed, Karen watched the two lead actors closely. They seemed to be affectionate toward each other, beyond even what the script entailed. It was difficult to detect, but Karen definitely picked up on a certain romantic vibe.

After the scene finished, the director looked around at the actors. “All right, everyone, you’ve all done splendid work here. Filming resumes in a week. Good night!”

As the cast and crew turned to leave, Karen head Penelope whisper to Richard, “I’ll miss you, sweetie. Just know that every moment I spend down in Hawaii, I’ll be thinking of you.”

Karen was surprised to hear that Penelope would be vacationing off the coast. Then her mind started racing again. This was her chance to dig even deeper into the story…

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The SS Granada was docked at the port that night, and most of the crewmembers would not arrive until the following morning. A few crewmembers stayed on board, though, checking the fuel gauges and ensuring that everything would run smoothly.

Also on board were the Magpies, a group of three women who practiced high-class ballet. Each woman’s uniform consisted of a purple speckled leotard, pink tights, purple slippers, and a lavender feathered headdress. The group was rather new to the ballet scene, but had recently been booked to entertain the passengers of the vacation cruise ship. They spent their time practicing in the ship’s empty dance hall.

After three strenuous hours of practice, the trio of attractive women retreated to their designated lounging room, talking and laughing as they sipped cold martinis. After a few minutes of chatter, though, a tall brunette woman holding a clipboard walked through the door.

“Evening, ladies,” she said, peering over her horn-rimmed glasses. “I trust that you’re all enjoying the accommodations?”

The girls nodded.

“Excellent!” the woman smiled. “Now, I’m here to ensure that you girls will provide adequate entertainment for our high-paying passengers. I’ve watched you dance, and there are clearly no problems there. You’re all quite exemplary.”

The girls beamed at the compliment.

“Now, I just need to confirm that all you girls are physically fit. We’re serving first-class clientele, so our dancers must all have first-class bodies. Would you all be so kind as to strip to your underwear?”
The girls exchanged glances, then looked at the woman with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“Come now, girls, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. This is all proper procedural,” the woman assured them as she produced a hundred-dollar bill from her pocket. “There’s a G-note for the first lady who can get all of her clothing off.”

Eagerly, the three young women stood up, and began to remove their outfits. Headdresses, slippers, leotards, and tights were all tossed casually to the ground.

In just under four minutes, all three girls stood splendidly in nothing more than their underwear. The woman smiled at the three white brassieres on display – as well as their six well-sized occupants.

“Wonderful, girls, you all look lovely,” the woman said, clapping her hands. She then glanced at her watch. “And… yes, the drug that was placed in your martinis should be taking effect just about… now.”

The girls suddenly began to look dizzy. Some clutched their stomachs, while others began to swoon. Then, one by one, they fell with soft “thuds” to the carpeted floor.

The brunette smiled, pulled a coil of nylon rope out of her jacket, and stepped towards the underwear-clad sleeping beauties.

************

Karen watched with great interest as the SS Granada stood moored to the docks. The ocean liner was the site of a women-only cruise to Hawaii and back. Even the crew was comprised only of females. It was surprisingly popular – apparently, many women now desperately wanted some space from their boyfriends and husbands. Karen had learned through her Internet sources that Penelope Swann would be among those on the cruise. Unfortunately, the passenger list was now full, and Karen did not have the means to purchase a ticket of her own.

No matter, she mused as she hid behind a large stack of crates. She would get aboard the ship by any means necessary.

After a few minutes of uneventful waiting, the clicking of heels made Karen’s ears perk up. She peeked out from her hiding place and saw a tall blonde woman, dressed in a white uniform jacket and matching pants, with a black tie and white low-heeled shoes. A small gold card pinned above her large left breast was emblazoned with the words “Entertainment Manager”.

Karen smiled. She wondered if the woman would be “entertained” by what she was about to do.

As the woman passed by the stack of crates, Karen stepped out. “Good morning, Miss!”

The blonde turned, surprised. “Can I help you?”

“Possibly,” Karen replied. “Tell me, do you work on the SS Granada?”

The woman nodded. “Sorry, I can’t get you a ticket.”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that,” Karen replied with a laugh. “It’s just… a friend of mine is travelling on the ship, and I’d like to give her a little sendoff package before she embarks. Do you think you could get it to her?”

The blonde smiled. “I don’t see why not. Where’s the package?””

“Behind those crates,” Karen replied, flicking her thumb behind her back. “It’s a bit large, so I’ll need your help to carry it.”

“No problem,” the blonde replied. She walked towards the pile, with Karen following behind.

As she stepped behind the wall of wooden boxes, the blonde’s expression changed to one of puzzlement.

“This is all you’re giving her?,” she said. “Some rope and duct tape?”

“Dear me, no,” Karen replied. “Those are for you!”

The blonde opened her mouth to inquire what Karen meant, but at that instant, a hand was clamped over her mouth. Karen’s arm encircled the woman’s neck in a sleeper hold.

“Hush, darling, everything will be fine. Don’t struggle, and I’ll let you keep your underwear. ‘Kay?”

The woman struggled. She bit Karen’s hand, causing her attacker to momentarily jerk it away from her mouth. In that moment, the blonde screamed at the top of her lungs.

Had a nearby ship not chosen that moment to blare its deafening horn, someone might have actually heard her.

Karen kicked the woman’s legs out from under her, then kneed her sharply in the back. A swift neck chop on the way down completed the effect.

Karen rubbed her palm, and looked down at the unconscious blonde with anger in her eyes. “I was going to be gentle with you,” she said. “But you can forget about that now.”

She knelt down, unbuttoned the woman’s jacket, and slid it off her. She undid the woman’s shirt, revealing a white lace slip, which she removed as well. Then came the shoes, the pants, the socks, and the tights. The white bra and panties were the last to go.

“Sorry, hon. Told you not to struggle,” Karen said tartly as she stripped naked.

Pretty soon, the panties, bra, tights, slip, socks, shirt, pants, shoes, and jacket all hugged Karen’s figure. The uniform was just about the right size, although it did pinch in spots. Nevertheless, it was a small price to pay for such a wonderful outfit.

Karen balled up her own light blue panties and stuffed them into the blonde’s mouth, which was then sealed with duct tape. Her wrists were bound tightly, as were her ankles, which were then secured to her wrists in an unforgiving hogtie. Karen covered the bound, gagged, and naked woman with a tarp to prevent her from being discovered, and left her there in a corner of a cargo bay.

Now fully uniformed, Karen made her way towards the SS Granada. She adjusted the badge on her jacket as she stepped aboard the gangplank. Several hours later, the ship set sail.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first two days of the cruise passed by uneventfully. Karen had introduced herself as “Cassidy Thornton”, and told the captain that the other entertainment manager had rather suddenly taken ill. “She can’t move her wrists or ankles, and all her words come out as incoherent mumbles,” she explained. The captain, a tall brunette in her mid-thirties, expressed well wishes, and set Karen to work.

The job of entertainment manager was a fun one, as Karen manned the swimming pool and indoor tennis courts, but it didn’t give her much time to focus on her primary work. She made several attempts to spy on Penelope Swann, perhaps learn more about the woman’s decision to take a male-free vacation, but was usually unsuccessful. Penelope chose to stay in her room for most of the voyage, away from any prying eyes. Karen assumed that she had enough publicity to cope with in her regular life, and her vacation was a means of escaping the camera-flashing, scandal-seeking press.

But Penelope’s privacy didn’t much concern Karen. What concerned her was an interesting story, and she had one of those right on the ship. If only she had a way to capitalize on it.

Karen stood out on the ship’s deck on the second night and watched the sunset. Her mind was turning over and discarding various ideas. Maybe if she snuck into Penelope’s room, she could find an interesting memento to add some spice to the story. But how would she get in? An idea entered her mind, and she smiled. Perhaps a maid’s uniform would do the trick…

It took a bit of searching, but Karen finally found a suitable clothing donor on the third level. The maid was wheeling her cart from one room to another, tidying up any spaces she could. She was dressed in a white button-down shirt adorned with a black bowtie, a black pleated skirt, off-black tights, and sensible white shoes. Karen estimated the woman’s uniform would be a bit too small for her anatomy, but there were some sacrifices that had to be made.

Karen was delighted to see the maid unlock the door to the entertainment manager’s room, and step inside. She followed the unsuspecting woman inside.

As the maid busied herself straightening the bedsheets, Karen cleared her throat. The maid turned, startled.

“Oh! You’re the resident of this room, aren’t you?” she said, a bit flustered. “If you want, I can come back later.”

“No need,” Karen said with a smile as she closed the door. “I’m actually quite glad you showed up now.”

The well-reinforced walls masked the punches and the maid’s futile cries for mercy.

Karen laid the unconscious woman onto the bed and began unlacing her shoes. Once they were removed, Karen busied herself removing the rest of her clothes. The skirt and shirt came off fairly easily, but it took some effort to remove the tights from the maid’s long, lascivious legs. Before long, though, the maid was down to her milk-white bra and panties.

As Karen began tearing the bedsheets in half to use for binding material, a sudden knock came at the door.

“Excuse me, Ms. Thornton? Are you in?” came the voice from the other side.

Karen swallowed hard. She thought quickly.

“Just a minute!” she called.

She covered the nearly naked maid with one of the untorn bedsheets and stood up. Brushing herself off, she walked toward the door and opened it a crack.

A handsome girl of about twenty years old stood patiently on the other side. She was dressed in a white cotton uniform shirt, a matching skirt that ended just above the knee, and polished white high heels. A peaked sailor’s cap covered her long blonde hair, which had been tied back into a tight bun.

“Something the matter?” Karen asked, a little snappishly.

“No, Ms. Th– er, Cassidy,” the girl replied. “It’s just that the Magpies’ show starts in half an hour, and we need you to open the nightclub.”

Karen’s expression softened as she remembered the group of dancers who were the peak of every night’s entertainment. “All right, dear. Just give me two minutes.” She smiled and closed the door.

It wasn’t much of a time budget to secure the maid, but thankfully, Karen had become very adept at tying women up over the last few years. The maid was bound and gagged quickly without any fuss. Karen kissed the sleeping woman on the forehead and headed for the door. “I’ll be back for your uniform later,” she whispered over her shoulder.

************

The lights in the nightclub dimmed. The patrons stopped chatting and looked towards the stage. As the music began, the curtain opened to reveal three shapely figures silhouetted in the spotlight. Then, slowly, the figures began to dance.

Karen stood at the back of the room, arms folded, and watched the Magpies’ performance. They were good – very good, in fact. And their revealing lavender uniforms were lovely. But she wasn’t too excited about the prospect of staying for the whole performance. Still, she had to stick around till the end, so she could lock up after everyone left.

After about thirty minutes, the Magpies finished their act, bowed, and exited through the curtain, their pert behinds wriggling. The spectators applauded. Karen guessed many of the women in the audience secretly wished they were as graceful dancers as the Magpies.

After the audience left, Karen did a quick check-over of the area to ensure none of them had literally drunk themselves under the table. As she took a quick peek backstage, she noticed the ship’s captain, as well as her two assistants talking to the Magpies.

“Excellent performance, ladies,” the captain was saying. “Now let’s return to my office and discuss your accommodations, shall we?”

She and the two other high-ranking crewmembers left with the three Magpies.

Karen didn’t pay much attention to them, instead finishing up her work and shutting off the lights to the nightclub. After looking the door, she returned to her cabin.

Upon entering her bedroom, Karen let out a gasp. The maid was gone! All that lay on the bed were the ropes she had been tied up with.

Karen cursed to herself. In her haste, she hadn’t tied the maid up well enough! Had the woman escaped? Karen’s eyes searched he room. She noticed the closet door was completely closed… though she remembered leaving it slightly ajar.

Karen gingerly stepped toward the closet and reached for the handle. She swung it open and stepped quickly out of the way.

The underwear-clad maid jumped out, intent on tackling Karen. Instead, Karen delivered a punch to her stomach that doubled the poor woman up. Gasping, the maid tried running for the door.

Karen pulled a roll of duct tape out of the closet. She tested it. Strong.

As the maid reached the doorknob, she turned to see Karen lunging at her, duct tape in hand. The maid opened her mouth to scream…

Ten minutes later, Karen stood up and brushed herself off. She looked down at the maid. The poor woman was now the picture of helplessness. She was completely mummified in duct tape – only her feet, which wiggled futilely, and her eyes, which glanced worriedly from side to side, were visible. She began to sob softly.

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t want to be this rough, but you brought it on yourself.”

She grabbed the woman by the ankles and dragged her over to the bed, before rolling her under it. With her feet, she pushed the young woman deep beneath the bed’s powerful frame, knowing full well that the bed would mute any cries for help that the duct tape would not.

Karen changed to the maid’s uniform, which fit her remarkably well. She then left the room and its unwilling, helplessly squirming occupant.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Carla smiled as the sea breeze flowed through her long blonde hair as she walked along the docks. The island air felt good this morning. The ocean splashed calmly against the harbor. Gulls flocked overhead.

Carla was resplendent in a Naval Major’s uniform, which fit well on her body. The outfit, which consisted of a white blouse beneath a white jacket, white Capri pants, polished black boots, and a peaked white cap, felt like it was made for her, as did the white slip and tights she wore beneath it. Carla smiled behind her sunglasses as she acknowledged the fact that the uniform in fact hadn’t been made for her, and her smile broadened as she thought of how she had so casually overpowered its real owner.

By the dockside of Pier 43 stood six young women, majorettes of the Naval fleet. All were identically dressed in white uniforms and knee-length skirts with gold lace trimming, polished low-heeled black boots, and peaked uniform caps. They were talking and laughing with one another, but all stopped when the Major walked up.

“Morning, ladies. Ten-hut!”

The girls stood to attention. Carla paced back and forth before them. She studied the girls closely. All were shapely and well-formed. Four were blonde, and at least two seemed to be naturally so. There were also a brunette and a fetching young redhead. Carla smiled. They would all do nicely.

“Right, ladies. Now I’ll need to check your paperwork before you can begin your services today. March!”

The girls asked no questions. They simply followed the Major down the docks to her office, boots clicking against the hardwood. Before long, they came to a small dockside cabin.

Carla held the door open for the six majorettes, admiring the last one’s rear before she followed them inside. She closed the door with a sly grin.

The inside of the cabin consisted of a large desk, two chairs, a few shelves and some plants, as well as a closet. Carla flicked on the lights. “Bad news, ladies. I won’t be taking your paperwork. I will, however, be taking your uniforms. Strip, please!”

The majorettes looked at her in shock and confusion. Suddenly, from behind the desk sprung six women dressed in white bras and panties, carrying fully loaded rifles.

“My friends will be taking your place, girls,” Carla said with a smile. “If you cooperate, I may be gentler with you than I was with your boss.”

One of the gun-toting women flung open the closet door. Lying on the floor in the darkness was the real Major, clad only in her blue bra and panties, hogtied with nylon rope and gagged with duct tape. The six majorettes all gasped.

Carla smiled. It had been a while since she had succeeded in making six ladies gasp – not since her days as a Dartmouth College sorority girl. She pulled out a gun of her own. “Off with the clothes, girls. And this is the last time I’ll ask nicely.”

There was silence in the room for a few moments as, one by one, the majorettes realized there was no escape. Fighting back tears, they began unbuttoning their uniforms.

Carla watched with growing fascination as blouses were pulled off, belts unbuckled, and skirts unzipped. Hats and boots were soon joined on the floor by the uniforms, and, at Clara’s insistence, slips and tights as well.

“Wouldn’t want the sea breeze to give my girls the chills, would we?” Carla laughed at the six underwear-clad majorettes before gesturing to some coils of nylon rope and duct tape which lay on the floor. “Now set to work binding and gagging each other. And make the knots extra-tight.”

Resignedly, three of the majorettes picked up the rope and tape and began to bind their colleagues. Having spent months training with anchor-ropes, they were rather good at tying knots. As they worked, Clara’s six associates slid into the warm tights, slips, and uniforms the majorettes had been forced to surrender.

Once the first three majorettes were securely bound hand and foot, with duct tape secured over their mouths, one of the remaining three worked to restrain her two friends. Then it was Clara’s turn to tightly bind and gag the final majorette, patting her softly on the rear as she did so. “Thanks for the help, Missy. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

Twenty minutes later, the six majorettes had been packed away inside a large wooden crate. They had been laid like sardines, with two rows of three women each. The ankles of each of the three women on top now rested on the faces of the women on bottom. The three on top looked up at Carla pleadingly, tears streaming down their cheeks, which had all been covered with lip-sealing duct tape.

Carla smiled down at the six helpless captives. She blew them a kiss, before dropping the lid onto the crate and hammering it in place. Then she turned her heel and left the crate by the side of the cabin. Soon, she knew, it would be picked up by a truck whose driver was completely unaware of its contents, and driven onto a ship, which would proceed to transport it to some faraway location.

***********

Karen walked down the hall dejectedly. A search of Penelope Swann’s room – while its owner was at the ship’s spa, of course – had yielded nothing. The actress kept her room sparklingly clean, and Karen could discern nothing about her personal life by searching through it. She began to wonder if tailing Ms. Swann on the cruise was a mistake.

As she rounded a corner, a muted sound caught her always attentive ears. It appeared to be coming from behind the door of one of the cabin suites.

Typically, Karen would have ignored the sound – or sounds, as they appeared to be – but her intuitive sense told her to examine it further. From her pocket she withdrew the all-access keycard she had stolen from the unwilling maid, and swiped it through the mechanism.

Apart from the typical beds and furniture, the room was empty. The sounds – they appeared to be whimpers – were coming from the closet. Karen stepped over and, after a moment’s hesitation, pulled the door open.

On the floor of the closet sat three beautiful women – the sources of the whimpering. All were completely naked. The whimpering was caused by tight cleave-gags which pulled against the women’s mouths, and was not helped by the white clothesline which bound their wrists, knees, and ankles.

Karen knelt down next to one of the women – a chesty redhead with an hourglass figure – and removed the gag with two fingers. The woman coughed, sending a soggy pair of soiled pink panties onto the carpet.

Karen had tied up many naked women in her life, so she wasn’t too shocked by the sight. “What happened?” she asked.

The redhead took a few deep breaths. “We… we’re the Magpies,” she said.

The woman, whose name was April, explained her story as Karen proceeded to untie her and her fellow captives. They were hired to entertain the ship’s passengers, but had been drugged and replaced.

Once the three women were free of their cruel bonds, the two brunettes introduced themselves as Debbie and Bonita.

Karen introduced herself as well. “Looks like we have some imposters on board,” she said.

“Shall we alert security?” Loretta inquired.

“No! I mean, no,” Karen replied, worried that security might uncover the fact that she was an imposter, too. “I think we can handle this by ourselves.”

April looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I saw the Magpies – that is, the three women in your uniforms – chatting up the captain and her two commanding officers,” Karen replied. “If they’re as crafty as you say, I have a strong suspicion that they’ve now replaced the three most important people on the ship and have commandeered this vessel for themselves.”

Debbie furrowed her brow. “So… what do we do?”

“First thing we need to do,” Karen said as she stared at the three girls’ bodies, “is cover you up with some new clothes. And I think I know where we can find some.”








--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Martina mopped the sweat from her brow as she worked at the oven. Being a cook on such a large ship was difficult enough, but couldn’t the finances at least provide the kitchen with decent air-conditioning?

She was the only one working that night, which suited her fine. She didn’t consider herself much of a chatterbox, although her friends would often tell her otherwise. She enjoyed the silence – but not the heat.
Martina reached down and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. She dabbed at her neck with a cloth. It felt good, but not good enough.

Her delicate fingers reached for the second button and undid that one as well, revealing the faint trace of a lacy white bra. She reached for a third button, but then stopped.

Keep this up, chica, and you’ll soon be spending your work day naked, she thought to herself. With a giggle, she reached for the third button.

A hand clamped itself over her mouth and pulled her backwards into a nearby closet before she could utter a sound.

Five minutes later, a whistling April emerged from the closet, sporting Martina’s white shirt, black skirt, apron, and sandals, as well as her silky white underwear. She buttoned up the shirt and returned to the oven.

Shortly after, a trio of young cadets entered the mess hall. The three blonde girls were dressed in white button-down jackets, peaked hats, short skirts, and polished knee-high boots. They seated themselves at a table and waited to be served.

A uniformed April stepped out of the kitchen carrying a tray of three root beers. She placed it down in front of the girls with a smile and returned to the kitchen.
For a few minutes, the girls talked and laughed as they drank. Then slowly, they began to feel tired. One by one, the cadets slumped back in their seats, their golden blonde tresses falling over their faces.

Giggling softly, April, Debbie, and Bonita dragged the insensible girls back into the kitchen and stripped them naked. The cadets were then bound with nylon cord and cleave-gagged with washcloths. They were stowed away in the same closet as the naked, bound, and gagged Martina.

The three Magpies then dressed themselves in the cadets’ uniforms, complete with hats, boots, and underwear. Bonita complained that her skirt was too tight.

“You look gorgeous,” Debbie assured her.

Karen looked them over. “Excellent, ladies,” she said. “Now remember… we don’t want to do anything rash while we’re still out over the ocean. So lay low… But spy on the ‘Captain’ or her two assistants whenever you can.”

***********

Liana whistled to herself as she zipped up the green jumpsuit. She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror and admired the reflection. She placed the delivery cap on her head and smoothed down her long black hair.

“A good fit – wouldn’t you agree?” she smilingly inquired to the truck’s other occupant.

Even if the woman who sat next to her was awake, she would find it difficult to answer. After all, her mouth was stuffed with Liana’s panties, and gagged with her tights. She sat in the passenger seat in just her white bra and panties, wrists and ankles tightly bound.

“Wish I could keep you sitting here, just so I could use the carpool lane,” Liana said with a smile. “But you might draw some unwanted attention, so…”

After checking that no one else was around, she unlocked the door and carried her unconscious prisoner to a small outhouse by the side of the road. She sat the woman down on the toilet, then used generous amounts of duct tape to secure her in place. Once that was done, she closed the door and wound the roll of tape around the outhouse several times, completely trapping the real driver. Liana then pulled out a lipstick container and scrawled “NO EN SERVICIO” on the doorway. Perfecto, she thought.

Assured that no one would stumble across her unconscious playmate, Liana bid the girl adieu and returned to the truck, where she turned on the ignition. As the vehicle began to rumble down the road, Liana could hardly focus on the driving. All she could think about was the shipment of rare, priceless artifacts the real driver was sent to pick up at the docks, and which she would now be picking up instead. Already she swooned, thinking of how rich she was going to become…

************

Carla found herself wishing she were at the swimming pool. Her uniform was a nice fit, but she had been wearing it for over three hours in the blazing sun. She dabbed at her forehead with a kerchief in one hand and checked her watch on the other wrist. She hoped the ship would arrive soon.

Her cell phone rang. Carla glanced at the caller ID. It was her daughter. She lifted the receiver to her ear.

“Hi, hon. How was school today? Uh-huh… No, Mommy has to work late today. Don’t worry, I left a sandwich in the fridge. Yes, of course it’s egg salad… Yes, I miss you, too. Kisses, darling.”

She hung up the phone and returned it to her pocket just as a young woman in a Majorette’s uniform approached her.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Avery,” the woman said.

Carla glared at her. “Don’t use my real name,” she hissed. “As far as the world knows, I’m Major Catherine Cahill.”

“Sorry… Major Cahill,” the girl replied. “This all takes some getting used to… This uniform pinches my chest and all…”

“Something you wanted?” Carla snapped, irritated.

“Yes,” the false Majorette replied. “Two health inspectors have just arrived at the docks.”

Carla’s eyebrows raised. “Why wasn’t I informed that they were coming?”

“No one was, ma’am,” the blonde girl replied. “It’s a surprise inspection. Anyway, they said they want to meet with an available Major before they start having a look around.”

Carla bit her lip. “This could complicate things,” she said.

The Majorette opened her jacket to reveal a small gleaming revolver. “You know… I believe I can dispose of them quietly… without any fuss. Just say the word and…”

“No!” Carla said. “No killing. We can resolve this more easily.” She smiled. “Fetch a couple of girls from the station. And be quick about it.”

The two health inspectors waited by the entrance to the docks. Both were smartly dressed in business suits with matching skirts. The tall blonde wore a blue suit while the slightly shorter redhead preferred lavender. They watched as a smiling Major walked up to them.

“Good day, ladies,” she said, extending her hand. “Major Cahill. A pleasure to meet you.”

After exchanging pleasantries, “Major Cahill” motioned for the women to follow her. “Why don’t we step into my office for a chat.”

The two unsuspecting women followed her down the docks to the cabin. Carla let the inspectors in first before following them in and locking the door behind her.

The fight was quick and very one-sided. The two inspectors barely had time to cry out for help before they were rendered unconscious.

Soon, two other women left the docks, dressed in the same smart business suits as the women who had entered. They got in their car and drove off, preparing to write a false statement that would speak nothing of the various replacements that were occurring at the docks that day.

Carla watched delightedly as the two real inspectors squirmed helplessly against their bonds and mewled pathetically into their gags. The two underwear-clad women were tied back to back in the trunk of an old sedan. They looked up at Carla, tears streaming down their cheeks, their eyes pleading uselessly for mercy.

Carla shut the trunk, then watched as the female driver steered the car out of the dockyard towards the forest, where she would bind them tightly to a couple of trees where no one would hopefully ever find them.

Carla perched her shapely bottom on an anchor block as she waited for the ship to arrive. Her outfit was starting to feel a little tight in the chest, as well.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“There it is! There’s Hawaii!”

Several female tourists crowded around on deck, eager to catch a glimpse of the land ahead. After three days, the SS Granada had finally reached its destination.

As the ship reached the docks, many of the women crowded around the gangplank, eager to set foot on the island where they would spend their vacation. It took a few minutes for all the passengers to disembark, but soon, the women were smiling and laughing and taking pictures. They boarded buses that would take them all across the island.

Karen watched from the deck. Annoyingly, Penelope wasn’t among the passengers who had disembarked. She was probably waiting for the hubbub to die down before leaving the ship herself.

As she adjusted her uniform badge for what had to be the tenth time that day, April, Debbie, and Bonita appeared at her side, looking fit and fine in their cadet uniforms. Karen smiled at them. “Afternoon, ladies. How’s the dress, Bonita?”

“Oh, quite good,” Bonita smiled. “I met a blonde on the way to the breakfast hall this morning whose uniform was a much better fit than my own. So I ‘persuaded’ her to give it to me. And to take a long nap in the supply closet.”

Karen smiled. “Nicely done. I think I’m going to like working with you.”

Debbie frowned. “That’s not fair. April and Bonnie each got to mug two women on this cruise. I’ve only mugged one.”

Karen patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Deb. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other chances for you to steal clothes and tie girls up.”

The click-clack of boots alerted the four women. They looked up to see the Captain and her two Co-Captains heading off the ship. Despite a well-done disguise job, Karen could easily tell they were imposters.

“Follow them,” she whispered to her associates.

The four girls made their way down the gangplank to the docks. They watched as the Captain approached a blonde Major and shook her hand.

“How many storms did you encounter?” the Major asked.

“Four and a half,” the Captain replied.

April looked perplexed. “What’s she talking about?” she whispered to her friends. “There were no storms on our trip.”

“Hmm.” Karen’s brow furrowed. “It might be some sort of codeword.”

The Major led the Captain and her two assistants into a nearby van. As the Captain seated herself, she noticed the four cadets lingering nearby. “Ladies, this isn’t a vacation for you… There’s work to be done! Get back on the ship at once!”

The van drove off, leaving Karen and her friends alone on the docks. Then six Majorettes approached. “You heard the Captain. No lower-class shipping personnel is allowed on the island,” said a tall blonde in a haughty voice. “Return to your quarters immediately.”

“All right,” Karen said. “But first, we were told to unload some cargo from the ship’s hold. It could take a bit of time, but it’s our job.” She winked discreetly at her friends.

“Well, it’ll have to be quick,” the blonde replied. She turned to four of her fellow Majorettes. “You help these girls unload their cargo, then escort them immediately to their rooms. Be quick about it!”

Karen led the way down to the ship’s hold, followed by her three friends in cadet uniforms, and the four Majorettes. Once they reached the hold, though, Debbie quietly locked the door behind them. The Majorettes were caught off-guard, and had no time to react as flying fists and kicking feet – dancing girls’ feet, no less – swiftly rendered them unconscious.

“A fool and her clothing are soon parted,” April giggled as they stripped their hostesses, and the others nodded in smiling agreement. Once the four Majorettes were down to their white bras and panties, they were tie with nylon cord and gagged with packing tape, before being piled into a corner and covered with a large white sheet, shielding them from prying eyes.

Karen and her companions dressed in the Majorettes’ uniforms, pulling the brims of their hats low over their faces. They made their way to the gangplank and off the ship, where the two remaining Majorettes – the bossy blonde and a freckle-faced redhead – stood waiting.

“Well, are those cadet b*tches coming out again?” the blonde snapped. “Or did you lock ‘em back up in their rooms?”

She gasped as the four smiling Majorettes looked up. “You… you’re not…”

The four tackled the two behind a pile of crates. The blonde Majorette opened her mouth to scream, but all she received was a taste of Bonita’s foot. The redhead was quickly knocked face-first to the ground, but her silicone-enhanced breasts absorbed most of the impact. April’s fists, though, soon had her down for the count.

The two women were dragged into a disused warehouse and stripped of their clothes. The uniforms were then torn up and used to bind them to chairs. Karen then began the process of interrogating them, trying to figure out what they knew about the replacements on the Granada.

The blonde refused to talk. “You girls are crazy,” she spat. “We were just doing our ordinary jobs when you came along and attacked us. You’ll all rot in jail for this!”

The redhead proved more cooperative, particularly after Karen produced a centipede and threatened to drop it down the front of her panties. “I… we don’t know much,” she said nervously. “Carla Avery – that’s our boss – paid the six of us handsomely to replace the real Majorettes, while she posed as the Major. I never learned the full details of her plan, but I think she was bankrolled by the Sterling Corporation… the financial center that shares a building with Thornsby Hospital.”

The redhead couldn’t tell them anything else, so she was gagged and hooded and dragged into a corner closet. Because of her willingness to cooperate, the young lady was spared the indignities of a crotch-rope. The blonde, however, was not. As she moaned painfully, glaring at her captors with venom in her eyes, Karen shut and padlocked the closet door.

“What now?” April asked.

“These uniforms should get us out of the dockyards without any trouble,” Karen said. “On the mainland, though, we’ll attract too much attention. We’ll need to obtain some new clothes.”

Debbie smiled as they left the waterfront. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

*************

Liana was surprised that there were no security guards at the dockyard surrounding the crate she was preparing to pick up. Perhaps, she assumed, this was done to divert attention from the crate itself. The large container was rather heavy, and it took the aid of a lift to hoist it onto the back of the truck.

Liana steered the vehicle out of the dockyards and out into the nearby forest, parking in a secluded cave. She climbed into the back of the truck, crowbar in hand. She could hardly contain herself thinking of the riches in store for her.

Strange, she thought. It almost seemed like there were sounds – eerie, mummified sounds – coming from the box. Assuring herself that she was just imagining things, the girl dug the crowbar under the lid and pushed mightily.

As the lid came off, Liana’s eyes grew wide. There were no ancient artifacts inside this crate. Instead, lying there were three… no, make that six… young women, wearing nothing but their underwear, tightly bound and gagged, moaning and pleading to be rescued.

When the six helpless captives saw Liana, their faces took on signs of relief, as they now assumed they were saved.

Liana realized that she had stolen the wrong crate. Disappointment clouded her face, as she considered that she would have to return to the dockyards and try again. But as she glanced down at the six bound and helpless women now in her possession, a smile came to her face. Perhaps she had just become even richer than she had originally intended.

Liana lifted the lid of the crate and hammered it back in place, prompting gagged squeals of protest to emerge from within. Liana paid them no heed. Instead, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a long string of numbers. After one ring, her cousin – the one who dealt in illegal girl trafficking – picked up the phone.

“Hola, Carmela,” she said in her native Spanish. “I have some jewels to sell to you.” She paused, then added with a wicked smile, “Some very beautiful jewels, that is.”

She hung up the phone before returning to the truck. She looked at the crate with a sense of excitement. The women inside would surely sell for a tidy profit.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Carmela inspected the six new arrivals. One by one, the bound-and-gagged, underwear-clad girls were removed from the crate, and were laid on their backs on a table, where she examined their figures closely. She ran her fingers along their curvature, and would lightly squeeze their breasts to test their firmness. She would then roll them onto their backs, where her fingers would make a thorough examination of their posteriors – a prospect which made the girls squirm rather uncomfortably.

Once the last of the girls had been inspected, Carmela turned to her cousin, who looked at her expectantly.

“Two hundred dollars each,” she proclaimed.

Liana’s face fell. “Wh-what? That’s all?”

Carmela nodded. “The girls are all beautiful – and quite well-endowed – but I don’t have enough background information on them. You say you just found them all in a crate by the docks. Well, how did they get there?”
Liana shrugged. “I don’t know. Who cares? The point is that they’re lovely, and many of your rich clients will pay thousands for them.”

Carmela laughed. She reached out a hand and stroked her cousin’s dark-skinned cheek.”Lia, there is much you have to learn about this business. I can’t just sell chicas I find off the street. Before kidnapping any potential merchandise, I need to run a background check on her first… Make sure she’s fit to be sold.”

“So…” Liana said slowly, “If you don’t know anything about the girls, they’re two hundred dollars each?”

“Liana, if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve known you all my life, I wouldn’t accept them at all,” Carmela replied. She paused. “Except for that tall blonde one. I might just want to keep her around here for… well, for when it gets cold at night.” She laughed.

Liana didn’t laugh with her. “Fine… Be a perra,” she said angrily. “I guess I won’t be selling anything to you.”
Carmela stopped laughing. “Oh, come now, hermana, don’t get upset. Why don’t you stay and we can talk for a while. It’s been so long since you last visited.”

But Liana wasn’t interested in talking. With a bit of effort, she loaded the six girls back into the truck. Then she got into the front seat and drove off.

The road was bumpy, but Liana’s mind wasn’t concerned with that. She racked her brain, trying to think of someone else who would pay top dollar for the six lovely products she was carrying.

************
esercito sconfitto
Posts: 7096
Joined: Tue Jan 12, 2016 12:06 pm

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by esercito sconfitto »

The beach was alive with the sounds of music – hula music, specifically. Drums beat and maracas rattled, their sounds echoing across the rocky cliffsides. The synchronized drummers never missed a beat.

As with every Friday from between one and three PM, the Ahulani Hula Dancers group had gathered at the beach to perform their dance. Two dozen young women, mostly Asian or Hispanic, danced rhythmically and with expert skill. Their grass skirts flicked swiftly from side to side and their coconut-shell bras wiggled along with their chests. Sandals pounded against the sand, and flowery leis swung back and forth around their necks.

The dance was a time-honored ritual, designed to please the volcano deity Athaluapu’u. It was once said that if over a week went by without the dance being performed, Athaluapu’u would erupt his volcanic fury over the island. Though this theory had long been dismissed, the girls still performed the dance, week after week, just for the enjoyment of it.

Karen focused her binoculars down on the group of dancing women. “Hmmm.”

Eyes twinkling, she turned to her three companions, who had joined her atop the rocky cliff. “You Magpies are still miffed that you didn’t get to do any performing on the ship, right? Well, now’s your chance to make up for that.”
She began to carefully make her way down the far side of the cliff and discreetly circled around, quietly followed by April, Debbie, and Bonita.

The clock struck two, signaling a ten-minute break for the dancers. Some of the girls made their way to the refreshments table to keep their energy up with pineapple juice and low-fat crackers. Others took the time to stroll languidly across the shoreline.

From their hiding place within a cliffside alcove, Karen and her cohorts watched as one girl, a tall Hispanic with jet-black hair and a good pair of coconuts, combed the beach nearby, collecting decorative seashells. As she got closer, Karen prepared herself.

The hula girl had her back to the alcove, and so had no idea that she was about to be ambushed. As she studied a speckled blue conch shell, a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off-balance into the cave. The young woman had only enough time to gasp, “Que demonios?” before a slew of sharp punches knocked the wind out of her. She slumped to the ground, unconscious.

The four women set about stripping the girl. The sandals, grass skirt, flowery lei, and coconut bra were all removed, leaving her quite naked. After binding the girl with some sailor’s twine April had found earlier and gagging her with Debbie’s tights, her assailants dragged her back into the cave and hid her behind a rock.

April was the best fit for the uniform, and she changed quickly, stepping into the grass skirt and sandals and putting on the lei. After squeezing her breasts into the coconut shell bra, she stepped out of the cave, assuring her friends that she’d soon be back.

Four girls now stood at the refreshments table, buttering crackers and taking sips of juice. April approached them with a smile.

“Hi, girls… you’ll never believe what I’m about to show you,” she said. The young women looked up as she continued. “Diamonds… I found beautiful diamond formations in the nearby caves. If you want some, follow me.”

The girls set down their plates and cups and excitedly followed April into the alcove. Once they were inside the cave, though, it was a different story.

“I don’t see any diamonds,” a tall girl commented.

“Is this a joke?” another demanded.

“Yes… On you,” said Karen, as she emerged naked from the shadows, followed by an equally naked Debbie and Bonita. “Now, if you choose to cooperate, we can do this easily. Strip, girls!”

The surprised young women tried to run – but their efforts were encumbered by their long skirts, and three were quickly tackled. One girl did make it to the entrance of the cave, when a hand reached out and grabbed the back of her flowered necklace. With a gurgle, the young lady was pulled sharply back into the cave, where a couple of swift neck chops ensured she would cause no more trouble.

With the hula girls now down for the count, Karen, Debbie, and Bonita quickly and methodically stripped three of them naked before tying them up and donning their outerwear. The fourth girl’s clothing were unneeded, but not wanting to make her feel left out, they stripped her as well, and left her just as thoroughly bound and gagged as her friends.

Having safely hidden their captives in a darkened corner of the cave, the four women made their way back to the beach, where the rest of hula girls were gathered for another round of dancing.

“Remember,” Karen whispered to her fellow impersonators, “do your best to blend in. And make casual conversation… Try to figure out where the Sterling Corporation building in located.”

“Don’t worry about us,” Bonita smiled. “I’m more concerned about you. You’re the only one of us who’s not a professional dancer.”

Karen flashed her a grin. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”

The drums began beating, and the hula girls began dancing. April, Debbie, and Bonita adapted quickly to the methodic swaying of the hips and the various quick dance steps, but Karen struggled to appear natural.

Relax, buttercup, her mind said. Just close your eyes and think of something peaceful. Think of the ocean.

Karen took a few deep breaths, and she felt herself begin to shake. Slowly first, from side to side. Then her movements quickened, until she was shaking all over. Rattling, in fact.

She swiftly opened her eyes. Earthquake!


Being a California native, Karen was no stranger to quakes. She quickly dove to the ground and covered her head, wishing she was close enough to duck under the refreshments table. Around her, girls stumbled and tripped over their grass skirts, falling face-first to the ground.

The quake lasted all of ten seconds. Karen waited a few moments after that before opening her eyes.

“Is everyone okay?” someone asked.

One girl was sobbing softly. “M-my ankle twisted when I fell. I think it’s broken.”

One brunette woman reached for a handbag decorated with puka shells. She pulled out an iPhone and dialed. “Aloha… We need an ambulance at Lanikai Beach… actually, better make that two.”

Karen got to her feet, brushing off her skirt. Bonita approached, rubbing her neck.

“You okay?” Karen asked.

“Yeah… Little woozy, though. What the hell happened?”

“We just got caught in middle of a tremor. Don’t tell me you’ve never experienced one of those in Los Angeles.”

“Hey, I’m a Nevada girl… born and raised. Anyway, I think I’m all right.”

As Karen scanned the premises to find April and Bonita, someone spoke from behind her. “Athaluapu’u is angry.”

Karen turned. “What?”

The words had come from a dark-haired Spanish woman. “He is unsatisfied with our dance. He shows his rage by shaking the earth.”

“Ah,” Karen said.

“Centuries ago, people would appease him with sacrifices… Seven virgins, offered straight into the heart of the volcano. One year, they only sacrificed six virgins, and a deadly volcanic eruption occurred the next day.”

“Okay…” Karen said, trying to back away from this woman.

An ambulance pulled up on the beach. Two nurses in white uniforms, shoes, and caps jumped out of the back and hurried as directed over to the injured woman. They lifted her onto a stretcher and carried her back into the ambulance.

Karen watched with great interest. Not due to the professionalism or compassion of the nurses, but due to the fact that on the side of the ambulance were emblazoned the words “Thornsby Hospital & Medical Center”.

At that moment, another, identical ambulance pulled up. Two more nurses popped out of the back. “Anyone else here need medical assistance?” asked the taller, blonder one.

Without thinking twice, Karen clutched her stomach and ell to the ground, where she lay moaning.

The two nurses hurried over. “Don’t worry, dear. Everything will be alright.”

“Can’t… feel… my legs,” Karen groaned.

“Just stay still, and we’ll help you. Dorothy, you have the stretcher?”

As the two women hoisted Karen onto the cot and began carrying her toward the van, Debbie watched, concerned. Then she noticed Karen turn her head ever-so-slightly, and wink at her.

Debbie turned to April and Bonita with a smile. “I’m riding with Karen. You guys follow us.”

She hurried toward the ambulance, a difficult feat in the confines of her grass skirt. “Wait! I’m her sister… Let me accompany her.”

The two nurses allowed her onto the van with them before laying Karen down and shutting the door. With a squeal of tires and a shriek of sirens, the ambulance was off.

*************

Liana steered the truck skillfully through the city streets. As she turned onto a bridge, she was still trying to think of someone who would pay handsomely for the six bound and gagged beauties she had appropriated. Her cousin had once mentioned another woman… a rival of sorts who ran the same business she did… Adrianna something-or-other…

So lost was she in thought that Liana did not notice her truck was veering dangerously into the opposite lane… until she heard the sirens of the oncoming ambulance.
With a gasp, Liana twisted the wheel and swerved out of the wailing vehicle’s way. The ambulance shot past. Liana felt her truck shift its weight onto two wheels, before regaining its composure on all four.

Liana let out a sigh of relief… right before she heard a splash. She looked out the window and gasped. Her precious crate – complete with its six bound-and-gagged prisoners – had just fallen off the truck and into the river below, where it was now swiftly being carried away by the current.

Liana cursed herself for having neglected to restrain the crate. Then she jumped out of the truck and hurried down to the side of the river.

A young woman in a wetsuit and flippers was standing at the water’s edge, preparing to do some underwater diving. She did not notice the desperate Liana hurrying down the cliffside.

After confirming that no one else was around, Liana hit the poor woman over the head and dragged her behind some bushes, where she divested her of her wetsuit. Miranda bound the woman hand and foot before applying a cleave-gag to keep the girl quiet.

Liana donned the skintight outfit and flippers herself before returning to the riverside. She took a deep breath and jumped in. Hopefully, the current would carry her along the same path as her precious “box of jewels” while there was still time to recover it.

*************

“Now, what’s the problem, sweetie?” the dark-haired nurse asked the moaning, groaning woman.

…Who, to their surprise, sat up and smiled.

“No problem at all,” she said sweetly, “except that my friend and I need a couple of nurse uniforms.”

The two nurses stood still in shock… so they were completely unprepared when Debbie grasped their hairbuns from behind and brought their heads together with a satisfying thud.

As the two unconscious nurses dropped to the floor, Karen jumped to her feet. “You’re direct, Debbie. I like that.”

They stripped the two nurses down to their bras and panties and then used medical tape to bind and gag them. The two women then buttoned up the nurses’ uniforms, adjusted the white tights, and were just beginning to lace up the shoes when the ambulance came to a stop.

There came a knock at the door which separated the driver’s cab from the back of the van. “We’re here,” they heard the female driver announce.

Karen opened the door with a smile. “Thank you, dear,” she said. “You’ve been so helpful.”

The blonde woman had just enough time to notice her two bound-and-gagged colleagues before Karen grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her into the back of the van.



--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“How are we supposed to follow them? How are we even supposed to know where they went?” Bonita said, frustrated.

“The ambulance was marked ‘Thornsby Hospital’. We’ve just got to find our way there, is all,” April replied.

The two women were strolling along the boardwalk which ran astride the beach. Their hula costumes had torn in the quake, and they were doing their best to cover themselves.

“But if we’re just going to walk around searching for it, we could be stuck for hours! Besides,” Bonita gestured at her attire, “I’m not strolling around in public wearing these rags.”

“Okay, you’re right,” April admitted. “What we need are some new clothes… and some wheels.”

The sound of twin engines perked up their ears. Turning, they noticed two women on motorbikes riding along the boardwalk. Both women wore silver jumpsuits and black boots, along with face-concealing helmets with visors. The women stopped their bikes outside a small gas station and stepped into the restroom.

April turned to Bonita. “This day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?”

They laughed silently as they hurried into the restroom themselves.

One girl was standing at the sink washing her hands, her helmet under her arm. She looked up and smiled at April and Bonita as they entered, her blonde tresses falling over her light blue eyes. April smiled and walked right past her… before whirling back and delivering a neck chop which sent the woman off into slumberland.

As April eased the unconscious girl to the floor, one of the stall doors opened, and the other rider stepped out. Upon seeing her friend lying on the floor, her brown eyes opened in shock, and her equally brown hair shook wildly. Before she could think of what to do, though, Bonita had rocketed herself at her and knocked her back into the stall, the door swinging shut behind her.

April heard throws and punches, accompanied by the occasional muffled scream, coming from within the stall. A few minutes later, a nonchalant Bonita emerged, casually zipping up her newly obtained jumpsuit. April peeked into the stall and saw the real owner of the jumpsuit seated on the toilet, bound and gagged and semi-naked.

After stripping her own victim and dressing in her clothes, April carried the woman into the same stall and seated her on her friend’s lap, facing each other. The two women were then secured together, with each of their crotch-ropes tied to the others’ legs, to make squirming exceptionally futile – and painful.

After locking the stall door from the outside, April found an “Out of Order” sign and hung it on the frame. Then she and Bonita donned the face-concealing helmets and exited the restroom. To any watching eyes, they were the same girls who had entered the room minutes before. The two women climbed aboard their bikes, gunned the engines, and rode off in a literal cloud of dust.

*************

The hospital’s automatic entrance doors slid open, and Karen and Debbie strode inside. Disguised as nurses, they successfully blended in with the rest of the establishment. They sidled past many people as they made their way through the lobby, with no one paying them a great amount of heed.

“What now?” Debbie whispered.

“We need to find a way to access the offices of Sterling Corporation. Their building is adjacent to this one, but we can’t get in through the main entrance. Tons of security. But if we can find someone in this hospital with an all-access card…”

Even as she spoke, Karen eyed a professional nurse sitting behind the receptionist’s desk, leafing through a file folder. A laminated keycard on a silver chain hung around her neck.

A mildly wicked smile crossed Karen’s face as she walked over.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” she said. The woman, tall, brunette, in what looked to be her mid-thirties, glanced up.

“My friend and I just started working at the hospital, and we need to clear up some paperwork before we can settle in. Would you be so kind as to help us?”

The nurse stood up. “Certainly,” she said in an authoritative voice. “Follow me. We can tie things up in my office.”

Karen and Debbie followed the nurse down a side hall into an unoccupied room with a single desk.

Ten minutes later, Karen and Debbie exited the room, with the former now wearing a laminated keycard necklace. Debbie had also acquired a new pair of shoes, as her earlier ones were pinching the heel.

The real nurse lay on her table, stripped of her uniform, which had been used to thoroughly bound and gag her. The woman looked dazed, unsure of what had happened – and uncomfortable from the results of it.

*************

Alyssa watched with growing fascination as the cheerleading group continued their exercises.

The twelve blonde girls were dressed in white uniform blouses with blue piping, above-the-knee white skirts, and blue knee-high, low-heeled boots. Standing side-by-side, they moved in synchronized form, shaking their pom-poms, as well as their bodies.

The girls would finish up their exercises in a little while, before boarding an air-conditioned coach bus that would take them to a sporting tournament downtown, where they would put their skills to good use.

But Alyssa had no intention of letting them go to their tournament. She had other plans for the lovely, leggy cheerleaders.

Alyssa glanced at her watch before exiting the practice field and heading for the parking lot.

A large coach bus resided in one of the lot’s large parking spaces. The driver, a dark-haired woman in her early thirties, sat resting in the front seat, her peaked cap pulled over her face.

Alyssa walked up to the door of the bus and knocked. The driver looked up. She turned and saw the smiling Caribbean woman waving at her from behind the glass.
The driver dusted off her blue uniform before standing up and opening the door. “Can I help you?” she said.

“Sorry to disturb you, ma’am,” Alyssa said with a slight smile, “but I think some vandals broke one of your taillights.”

“What!” the driver gave a start. She quickly hurried around to the back of the bus.

“It seems fine,” she said. “I don’t know what you’re – mmmppphhhhh!”

Alyssa’s hand cut off any further speech. Her other hand then soundly delivered a neck chop which ensured the driver would not cause any bother.

Alyssa dragged the woman over to one of the outhouses situated near the fenced-in field. She pulled the woman inside and shut the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Alyssa exited the outhouse, adjusting her blue uniform and black boots. She turned to look at the real driver, still unconscious, now bound and gagged and duct-taped to the toilet on which she sat. The woman was left in nothing but her own underwear, while Alyssa’s panties currently occupied her mouth. Alyssa shut the door and worked the lock into the “Occupied” position before returning to the bus.

Five minutes later, the cheerleaders finished their exercises and filed out of the field. Alyssa drove the bus over to them and opened the door. “Come on, girls – we’re gonna have some fun!”

She grinned as the blonde beauties eagerly stepped onto the bus. There would be fun, all right – but the cheerleaders would have none of it.




Carla gazed longingly out her hotel window, and wished she were home.

It had been two hours since she and the three women disguised as the Captain and her two assistants of the Granada had arrived at the hotel. Already, many other women from their secret society were residing there, ready to begin their plan when the time came. Carla had earlier been pleased to see that the three coworkers of hers who had infiltrated the Granada had successfully obtained the cargo they needed. Now, however, she was starting to feel a bit exhausted.

It wasn’t just the uniform, which had begun to grow sweaty in the aching heat. No, it was the fact that Carla was spending yet another day away from her daughter.

She had been approached by a woman shortly after her husband died, with a job proposition that would pay handsomely. She readily accepted. Over the last few months, she had become a part of the Secret Sisterhood, helping plan their lengthy setup to accomplish their objective. She had spied on the dockyards for two days in an attempt to find a Major she could successfully impersonate, and had taken great satisfaction in restraining this Major, not to mention her six Majorettes.

But now she just felt tired. And lonely.

Perhaps I should see how Mary is doing, she thought to herself, pulling out her cell phone.

Carla was about to dial her daughter’s number when a knock came at the door. Sighing, she tucked the phone back into her breast pocket and walked toward the room’s entrance.

“Good afternoon, Major Cahill,” Janice, the “Captain” of the Granada smiled. “I’m here to report some very good news.”

“Oh?” Carla’s ears perked up, though only slightly.

“Yes,” Janice continued as she walked inside. “Just a few minutes, one of our operatives was strolling near the river behind the hotel when a large box washed up beside her. And you’ll never guess what was inside.”

She paused, expecting Carla to venture a guess. When no response came, she leaned close and whispered, “Virgins!”

Carla gave a start. “What?”

“Six beautiful young women are in that crate, all tied up and completely at our mercy,” Janice continued. “They’re also barely wearing any clothes. I’ve confirmed with our group’s doctor that all the women are in fact virginal, which means,” she paused for emphasis, “we can use them as sacrifices!”

Carla was speechless for a moment. “But… but you said there would be no sacrifices.”

“My dear Major,” Janice said patiently, “it’s true that we were on the fence about making sacrifices before. But the fact is, these women were delivered directly into our hands. It’s an otherworldly sign. We must sacrifice them, for the good of all.”

Carla needed some time to digest this information, so she politely asked Janice to let her have some time alone to think before shutting the door.

This was wrong… this was all wrong. Why had she even signed on with this group? She had wanted to make money, have a little fun… but not commit murder.

She had to get out of the hotel. And fast.

Perhaps a maid’s uniform would “suit” her…

*************

Karen swiped the keycard. The light on the door panel turned green. She and Debbie stepped inside. After consulting a map, it was quick work to navigate their way through the corridors of the Sterling Corporation to the Finances Office.

Three secretaries sat at desks, typing at computers and sorting through files. They looked up as Karen and Debbie entered.

One of the secretaries, a tall blonde in a short red skirt and open-toed high heels, stood up. “Do you… nurses need something?”

Karen smiled. “Yes, thank you. We’d like some information on one of your clients.”

Before the blonde could reply, another secretary, this one dark-skinned with a white blouse and sandals, piped up, “No. That information’s confidential.”

“I’m sorry,” Karen said. “It’s just that we really need this information. Lives may be at stake, in fact.”

“No,” the blonde said. “Our clients are granted the right to privacy. I don’t even know who you whores are, coming in and demanding information.”

Debbie clenched her fists. “What did you call us?”

Karen placed a hand on her shoulder before turning to the blonde again. “Listen… is there any way at all we could just take a peek through your records? It’s really important… maybe for the safety of this city.”

The blonde scowled and opened her mouth to deride the girls again. Before she could, though, the third secretary stood up. The brunette was dressed more conservatively than the other two, with a button-down white blouse and grey pleated skirt. “What d you mean by ‘safety’?” she asked.

The blonde glared at her. “Andrea, shut up.”

“We believe this company is funding a group of highly-trained and ruthless criminals,” Karen said. “My friends and I want nothing more than to stop them.”

The brunette stood up. “Be right back with the files,” she said.

“Andrea, don’t--!” the blonde called out angrily. But the brunette was out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Andrea returned, balancing a stack of boxes in her arms. “This is everything I could cobble together. Of course, it only covers current clients. We need to track the rise and fall of the various stock shares…”

She set the boxes down and looked up. A gasp escaped from her lips. Seated against the wall were her two fellow secretaries, Kristina and Beverly. They had been stripped down to their underwear, and had been bound and gagged with rope and duct tape. The women now mewled helplessly, fear reflected in their eyes.

Karen and Debbie stepped out of the shadows. “Sorry about your friends,” Karen said. “They began making too much of a fuss, so we had to keep ‘em quiet.”

Andrea took a moment to regain her composure before clearing her throat. “They’re not my friends,” she stated. “Anyway, here are the papers you wanted.”

As Karen rifled through the stack of papers, Debbie turned to Andrea. “Don’t think we’re not grateful, but… why are you helping us so readily?” she asked.

“I’m only working with this company to make ends meet,” she answered. “I had suspected for a while that it was involved in illegal activity, but I was too scared to speak up.” She gestured at the two captive secretaries, who were now glaring at her with murder in their eyes. “I’m not so afraid anymore.”

“Good for you, sweetie.” Karen pulled a file out of one of the boxes and flipped through it. “Hmmm… this might just be what we’re looking for.”

Inside the file were pictures of the SS Granada, along with papers written in an old language that Karen couldn’t understand. There was also a map of the islands and the surrounding ocean, with a specific longitude and latitude written at the bottom.

Karen tucked the file under her arm and walked over to Andrea. “Thanks for all your help,” she said. “Unfortunately… I’m afraid we’ll have to restrain you as we did your coworkers.”

Andrea bit her lip. “Can I at least keep my clothes?” she asked.

“Sorry, dear… my friend and I need some civilian clothes to walk through public again… I can wear the threads I stole off your blonde associate, but my partner needs someone more her size… like you.”

Andrea sighed, and began to unbutton her blouse.

Twenty minutes later, Karen and Debbie eased the bound, underwear-clad Andrea into the office supply closet.

“Are you feeling okay, dear?” Debbie whispered.

“Not bad,” Andrea replied. “Especially compared to those two.”

She looked up at Kristina and Beverly, who were bound back-to-back and were hung by their ankles from the ceiling of the closet. They swung slowly back and forth, emitting gagged squeals of protest.

“Yes, you get the royal treatment,” Karen said as she smoothed a piece of duct tape over Andrea’s mouth. “And when this is all over, I’ll make this up to you… Really, I will.”

Leaving Andrea relaxing semi-comfortably and her two colleagues relaxing not so comfortably, Karen and Debbie locked the door and changed into the clothes and shoes they had just acquired. Hen they left the office and exited the building.

They stepped outside just in time to see two girls in jumpsuits pulling up on motorcycles. The women pulled off their helmets.

“Well, howdy,” April smiled.

“I was worried that we wouldn’t find you two,” Bonita said.

“Well, worry no more,” Karen replied. “Now, I know what we need to do next.” She held up the map.

“What is that?” April inquired.

“I don’t know yet,” Karen said. “But we’re going to follow the coordinates and find out.”

The airfield was quiet this day – most of the parachute planes were unused, their pilots and copilots off on their summer vacations. A few smaller aircraft rested in their hangars, waiting for the next aerial daredevil to step on board.

Dana and Darcy Fontaine strode along the tarmac, their bright green jumpsuits rustling with every step. Dark helmets were tucked under their arms, and their black boots beat soundly on the ground as they made their way towards Hangar 43. Known in local areas as the “Fearless Fontaines”, the twin sisters were constantly engaging in potentially dangerous athletic activity. Mountain climbing, bungee jumping, even bull taming – there was nothing the identical blondes weren’t willing to handle. Their latest obsession was skydiving, and they made sure to squeeze in a session every weekend.

The hangar was dark as the two girls entered. The jet plane they intended to travel on stood quietly in the center. The door at the side of the plane was open, with a row of stairs leading up to it. Dana and Darcy smiled as they walked towards the small aircraft.

Just as they reached the foot of the stairs, a noise from the darkness behind the girls alerted them. Hands clamped over their mouths, and arms wrapped around their sides. The girls struggled futilely as they were dragged backward and swallowed up by the darkness.

It took slightly over ten minutes to strip, bind, and gag the unfortunate girls – and only that long because the zippers on the jumpsuit were difficult to undo. Then it was time for Karen and Debbie to dress in the uniforms, which were thankfully a good fit. Debbie wasn’t a big fan of the color, but Karen assured her that she looked beautiful no matter what she wore.

April and Bonita approached, respectively dressed in a pilot’s and copilot’s uniform. Bonita straightened her blue jacket and smoothed down the stocking tops beneath her skirt. “Smooth work, guys,” she said. “Stealing uniforms can be surprisingly invigorating.”

“You weren’t smiling when we were the ones being mugged,” April reminded her, adjusting her polished high heels.

“Ancient history, dear,” Bonita replied. “Now let’s put these two someplace where they’ll have some peace and quiet.”

The four women carried their two unconscious captives onto the plane and dragged them to the rear. Moaning sounds emerged from one of the storage lockers – the real pilot and copilot, bound with flex and gagged with tape.

“Good news, girls… You’ve got company,” Bonita said with a malicious grin.

She and her friends stuffed the two unconscious twins together in one of the lockers, a difficult task, given the generous size of their breasts. Bonita shut the door. “Have fun, ladies,” she cooed. “Hope you don’t mind if we take your plane out for a spin.”

The laughter of the four girls faded off into the distance, before the sound of whirring engines filled the air.

************

The placid lake waters outside the Hokele Hotel slowly rippled as the scuba diver surfaced. A lone fisherman sleeping by the shore did not notice as the shapely woman in the tight black wetsuit walked past him toward the building.

Liana shivered. Even though her outfit was insulated, it still felt a little cold to now be standing in the hot afternoon air. Still, she pressed on. She had seen her box of beauties picked up by another woman who had brought it into the hotel, and she wanted them back.

She scaled the wall around the hotel and dropped down to the other side. Once ensuring that no one was around, she picked the lock on the back door and slipped inside.

She certainly looked out-of-place in her skintight outfit and flippers. A change of clothing was necessary. Perhaps a maid would be kind enough to help her.

Liana found a supply closet and a utility closet facing each other in the hallway. She ducked into the supply closet and waited.

After a few minutes, the sound of footsteps approached. Liana peeked out through a crack in the door and saw a young, dark-haired maid dressed in a black skirt, white blouse, and black slip-on shoes carrying a stack of towels as she walked down the hall.

Liana prepared to open the door and pull the maid inside… but before she could do so, the closet door across from her opened, two hands shot out, grabbed the startled maid, and pulled her inside there!

Liana gasped. Someone else was hiding nearby… but who?

Boldly, she marched across the hall and swung open the door. She stared in shock at what she saw – a woman in a Naval Major’s uniform, swiftly and methodically stripping the maid of her uniform.

The woman looked up at Liana in surprise. Then she spoke. “Do you mind? My, er, girlfriend and I were just about to have some fun.”

Liana glared at the blonde. “Give me her uniform.”

The Major looked at her strangely, then laughed. “Not a chance, doll. I mugged her first.”

Liana began to grow angry. She clenched her fists as she spoke. “Look, I don’t know you, and you may have a perfectly good reason for wanting to strip that maid, but I need that uniform. Now. So step aside.”

The blonde smiled and stood up, folding her arms. “Just what makes you think you need it more than I do?”

Liana glared at the woman. “I need to break into the hotel and recover six lovely jewels that I recently lost. I believe someone’s stolen them. I can’t very well go in dressed like this,” she gestured at her wetsuit, “so I need a maid uniform.”

The Major sighed. Then the sound of whistling alerted her. She peeked out through the door to see a blond uniformed maid wheeling a cart down the hall.

As the maid passed by the door, the Major grabbed her by her collar and pulled her into the closet.

After knocking the maid unconscious, the Major pushed her into Liana’s arms. “Here’s your uniform. Enjoy.”

For a while, neither woman said anything as they each stripped a maid of her shoes, blouse, skirt, and tights. It was only when Liana began to bound the underwear-clad woman when the Major spoke.”Use double-knots on the fingers.”

Liana turned to her. “What?”

“Use double-knots on the fingers. That prevents them from picking their way loose with their nails.”

“Oh… thanks,” Liana said as she followed the advice. Then she looked over at the Major’s victim. “I’d recommend you tightly bind the upper thighs. That’s where the strongest muscles are located, and it’s much harder for a girl to get free if she doesn’t have their leverage.”

The Major smiled. “Thanks, honey.”

Once the binding and gagging of the two women had been completed, their two captors set about redressing themselves.

“Ouch,” the Major complained. “This uniform is a little tight.”

“Really?” Liana said. “Mine feels a little small.”

The two women exchanged a glance, and then quickly exchanged uniforms.

The Major stuck out her hand. “My name’s Carla,” she said.

“Liana,” Liana replied. “So, what brings you here?”

The two women exchanged stories. Once they were finished, Carla looked at Liana. “You know, it seems we have the same objective – wanting to rescue those six lovely supermodels.” She paused. “Would you care to… partner up?”

Liana hesitated. “I’ve always been a solo worker,” she admitted. “but you do seem to know these people I’m after. Okay. Partners.”

They shook hands, and Carla smiled. “Shall we make this affiliation… legally binding?”

Giggling, the two women retrieved some extra cloths from the maid’s cart and bound the two unconscious women together, facing each other. They covered the girls with a blanket to give them some privacy when they awakened, and locked the door behind them.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The hotel’s outdoor pool seemed to shimmer as the sun reflected off its surface. At this moment, no guests were swimming about in its cool, inviting waters. This was likely because dinner was now being served, and it would not be wise to enter a pool on an empty stomach. The pool house nearby was padlocked, and the only people in sight were a pair of female lifeguards, lounging around in their red one-piece swimsuits.

Carla and Liana surveyed the scene from their hiding place in the nearby bushes. Carla studied the lifeguards closely. She recognized them – they were members of her own group. The real lifeguards were likely bound and gagged and hidden away somewhere else.

Carla nudged Liana and whispered, “I think the girls we’re looking for are in the pool house.”

“What makes you so sure?” Liana whispered back.

“Call it intuition. But I’m pretty sure those lifeguards are guarding six very uncomfortable lives.”

“All right. So how do we rescue them?”

“Follow my lead,” Carla smiled.

She began circling around the bushes, careful not to be seen. She motioned to Liana to begin circling around the other side. Slowly, both women maneuvered themselves until each was behind one of the two lifeguards.

Then, simultaneously, they pounced, each encircling an arm around their respective prey’s neck. The guards had no time to cry out for help as they were both pulled backwards and disappeared into the underbrush.

The bushes rustled for a few moments as the two swimsuit-clad blondes were swiftly ushered into dreamland. Carla and Liana stripped the pair naked, used the swimsuits to bind them in a hogtie, and gagged them with some small towels from near the pool.

The doors of the pool house were sealed with a thick padlock, but this proved no problem for a professional thief like Liana. After working the lock open with a couple of hairpins, she pulled the doors open.

She and Carla both smiled at what they saw – six young women, clad in white bras and panties, struggling against their bonds and moaning through their gags.

“Don’t worry, girls… We’re here to rescue you,” Carla smiled sweetly. Then her smile faded as she recognized them.

At the sight of their two supposed liberators, the six captive Majorettes recoiled in horror. They immediately recognized the tall blond as the woman who had captured and stripped them earlier that day, and her dark-skinned partner as the woman who had tried to sell them into slavery.

As Liana pulled a sharp knife from her stocking, the girls’ muffled screaming increased. “Quiet, chicas,” Liana hissed. “Now hold still while I cut you free.”

The six Majorettes were puzzled by this apparent turn of events, but they did not object as Liana sliced through their bonds with expert skill.

A few minutes later, the six Majorettes stood, rubbing their wrists and sore ankles, exhausted but free. One of the blondes looked up at Carla. “Th-thank you… but why…?”

“Let’s just say this was going a little too far… even for me,” Carla said. “I’d like to apologize for mugging you girls and tying you up.”

“And I’d like to apologize for kidnapping you,” Liana said. “Though you could still bring me a pretty penny,” she added, licking her lips.

“Liana, quiet,” Carla said. “Our objective now is not to cause these young ladies any more stress. It’s to stop the people who wanted to sacrifice them.”

The girls gasped. “Sacrifice us?” the redhead cried.

“Over a volcano,” Carla added. “Now that you’re free, we could use your help. Would you ladies like to help stop a horrific event from taking place?”

The girls looked uneasily at one another. They were still unsure of the idea of partnering up with the two women before them.

“I won’t lay a finger on you girls again,” Liana said. “That’s a promise.”

There was a short pause, before one of the blondes slowly raised her hand. “I’m in.”

The brunette was next. “Me, too.”

One by one, the girls voiced their agreement. Carla clapped her hands in delight. “Excellent, ladies,” she said. “Of course, we’ll need to do something about your state of dress… or lack thereof.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Unless I miscounted, Madam X stationed a total of eight guards around the south side of the hotel for security purposes.” She smiled. “Let’s hope their uniforms aren’t too itchy.”
esercito sconfitto
Posts: 7096
Joined: Tue Jan 12, 2016 12:06 pm

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by esercito sconfitto »

She raised her wristwatch to her lips. The timepiece doubled as a communications radio, allowing Carla to speak to her coworkers. She pressed the stud and spoke. “All units in the vicinity, report to the pool house. All security units, report to the pool house immediately. We have a possible security breach.”

Carla turned off the radio and looked at Liana and the six Majorettes. “All of you, hide!”

The clomp-clomp of steel-toed boots heralded the arrival of the entire security force. The eight women were dressed in black body armor, complete with helmets. Each wore dark blue gloves and thigh-high boots, as well as shoulder and knee pads, and each brandished a submachine gun.

Carla beckoned the eight women over to the pool house, and pointed at the doors, which were slightly ajar. “The sacrifices,” she said breathlessly. “I think they’ve escaped!”

The guards shuffled into the pool house, which did appear empty. Carla couldn’t help smiling to herself as she followed them inside and cautiously shut the door.

It was only once the room was plunged into total darkness that the Majorettes attacked. The guards, for all their equipment and training, were unprepared for the surprise onslaught by what they had perceived to be six helpless young maidens. The girls’ eyes were also better acquainted to the darkness, and thus it was pure simplicity to land punches and kicks on their foes.

In such close quarters, the guards couldn’t risk using their submachine guns. The tried fighting back with their fists and feet, but were hindered buy their armor – as opposed to the Majorettes, who had nothing restraining them but bras and panties. One by one, they began overpowering the supposedly stronger women.

The doors to the pool house flew open, and one guard, sensing the futility of the situation and hoping to sound the alarm, tried to run out. Hardly had she made it out the doorway, though, when a hand reached out and grabbed the back of her collar. The guard had just enough time to hear a laughing female voice – “Leaving so soon, sister?” – before she was pulled right back into the pool house, and everything went dark.

When the guard came to, she found herself naked and tied back-to-back with another member of her unit, who was in a similar condition. Something foul – could it be her panties? – filled her mouth, which had been sealed shut with a strip of thick silver duct tape. The guard watched in fear and anger as a smiling Majorette donned her uniform and armor.

By now, all eight guards had been stripped, bound, and gagged with panties and duct tape. Their uniforms now adorned the bodies of the six Majorettes, along with Carla and Liana. The guards wriggled and moaned – one even burst into tears – but their attackers paid them no heed. They simply exited the pool house and shut the doors, padlocking it once again.

“Good job, team,” Carl addressed her allies. “But from here on, things get tricky…”

***************

The plane flew high over the calm waters of the Pacific. A bout of wind turbulence rocked it slightly. Fortunately,
Bonita had taken a few piloting classes before joining the Magpies’ troupe, and she guided the plane through the air expertly.

“I see something on the radar screen,” Debbie said from the copilot’s chair.

Bonita glanced at the screen. “Looks like a small island,” she said. “The coordinates match the ones we were given… I think we’ve found our place.”

Debbie lifted the radio receiver to her lips. “April, Karen… You guys ready?”

Karen checked the seams of her jumpsuit. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

April strapped on her parachute. “Let’s go.”

The passenger door of the jet was slowly opened. Debbie radioed her friends again. “Be careful, guys. We don’t know what’s down there.”

“I know,” Karen said, adjusting her goggles. “That’s why we’re paying a visit.”

“See you two real soon,” April added.

Just before she and Karen jumped out of the plane, she silently added, “I hope.”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The parachutes burst open, and Karen and April floated gracefully down towards the island. From above, they could see little more than trees, though a good part of the isle was obscured by a large rock formation.

April breathed a sigh of relief as her feet touched down on solid earth. “That was pretty exciting,” she said. “It’s too bad Deb and Bonnie couldn’t join us.”

“They’ll be doing some more research on the mainland,” Karen said. “Anyway, I told them to come and pick us up in six hours. By then, I hope we’ll have found something interesting.”

The trees were tall and the shrubbery thick as the girls made their way forward. April slapped at a mosquito. “These little bugs are everywhere,” she said. “Just what are we looking for, anyway?”

Before Karen could reply, the sounds of footsteps and the snapping of underbrush made them both freeze. Karen turned to April. “Hide!” she whispered.

The girls dove into some nearby bushes. The footsteps drew closer. Karen and April peeked out from their hiding place and gasped at what they saw.

What looked like four – no, six – women strode through the forest. They were all tall and quite muscular. Each woman was dressed in body armor, with breastplates, chainmail skirts, and lace-up, knee-high boots. They all carried spears, and their belts were adorned with jewels. In short, they looked just like –

“Amazons!” Karen whispered.

The Amazon women did not notice the two ladies spying on them from behind the ferns. They simply continued on their way. The leader of the group, a strapping blonde with an extra-short skirt, beckoned at her followers to hurry up.

“This is amazing!” Karen whispered after the group had left. “An island inhabited by actual Amazonians! It’s like that movie… that I… I… uh-oh.”

“Something wrong?” April asked.

“I just remembered… I’m supposed to be following the actress who stars in the upcoming ‘Amazon Island’ movie. It’s for my TV show. But… I got caught up in this whole adventure…” She sighed. “I think I’m going to lose my job.”

April smiled. “Cheer up, Karen,” she said. “After all, we’re on to something huge here. If we can untangle this whole mystery, who knows what could happen! We could become millionaires…”

Karen smiled back. “You’re a great girl, April. Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”

“Who’s trying? I’m just being honest here,” April replied. “Now let’s get back to business. Shall we see where those warrior girls are headed?”

Careful to avoid stepping on any branches, the two women made their way forward. Karen was thankful that their green jumpsuits camouflaged them against the underbrush.

Before long, the Amazons arrived at a cave carved in the island’s large rockside. Flanking the entrance were two Amazon guards, clad similarly to the six who greeted them. The leader of the troop made a fist and struck her breastplate. The two guards likewise struck their own breastplates. They moved aside to let the warrior group enter the cave.

“What do you suppose is in that cave?” April whispered.

“I’m not sure,” Karen replied. “But I don’t think those guards are going to just let us waltz right in and find out.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Looks like we’re gonna have to blend in with the residents.”

She beckoned April to follow her back into the forest. The two found a thick patch of undergrowth right near a curve in the pathway. Karen found a strong length of vine and tied one end to a thick tree opposite the bushes. They crouched behind it and waited, Karen holding the other end of the vine.

For ten minutes, nothing happened. Karen began to feel a cramp in her leg. But just as she was about to groan and shift her weight, the sound of footsteps crunching on a twig-ridden pathway alerted her.

The two women peeked through the bushes. A lone Amazon was walking down the pathway, presumably hunting for some food. Little did she realize that her role was about to change from the hunter to the hunted.

As she passed between the tree and the underbrush, Karen and April grabbed the vine and yanked tight. The Amazon had no time to react – she tripped over the vine, staggered, then fell forward, hitting her head on a large imbedded stone in the ground.

Karen and April got to their feet, pleased with themselves for having dispatched the girl so swiftly. Suddenly, to their shock, the Amazon groaned, and began to rise to her feet!

Thinking quickly, April grabbed the vine and whipped it through the air. The plant wrapped itself around and around the Amazon’s throat, completely cutting off her air supply. The woman frantically grabbed at the vine, leaving her underarms open and vulnerable to a well-placed jujitsu blow Karen had learned in a self-defense course. Attacked from all angles, the Amazon finally succumbed.

Karen mopped some sweat from her brow before turning to April. “Nice job with the vine there.”

April beamed. “I just pretended it was a ribbon and I was putting on one of my more ‘suggestive’ performances,” she laughed. “”But she was tough. Super-strong, in fact.”

“Well, she lost the brawl… and now she’ll be losing her clothes,” Karen replied as she pulled off the unconscious girl’s boots. “She looks to be more your size. Care to step out of the jumpsuit?”

April smiled and unzipped her outfit.

The uniform may have been metal, but it had been pre-warmed by the real Amazon’s body. This body now lay naked, and was in the process of being bound and gagged by Karen. Nearby, April was stepping gingerly into the girl’s chainmail skirt. She had already donned the breastplate, which almost seemed to adjust itself to fit over her body.

“It’s weird,” she said as she buckled the bejeweled belt around her trim waist. “Wearing this uniform actually makes me feel stronger.”

“It’s the subconscious effect,” Karen explained. “Stealing the clothes of another woman makes you feel superior to that woman. And the more clothes you steal, the more superior you feel.”

April laughed. “I like that slogan,” she said as she pulled on the woman’s silk boots.

“It’s how I look at life,” Karen replied with a chuckle. “Ever since I was eighteen and Mandy Dobbs got picked for the high school girls’ soccer team over me. I could have left it well enough alone if she hadn’t been so haughty about it. But she took every opportunity to rub it in, about how she was the best soccer player in the school, and how they’d never win any games without her. So on the day of the big game, I put a ski mask over my head and followed her into the girls’ locker room. She spent the day in her underwear, tied up and gagged in her own locker, while I wore her uniform and took her place in the game.”

“And how’d it go?” April asked.

“We lost miserably,” Karen replied.

Both women burst out laughing.

Then Karen paused and put a finger to her lips. She looked around, before turning to April. “I hear someone coming again,” she said. “You ready?”

April nodded. Karen dragged her restrained and naked prisoner behind the bushes, while April stepped out onto the pathway.

Another Amazon woman emerged from around the corner. The well-toned female wore a solid set of body armor, and her blonde hair was done up in two long braids. She approached April and tapped a finger against her own chin. Then she said something in a strange language.

April stood silently, staring at the woman. The Amazon frowned and repeated the statement.

April felt confused, and a bit nervous. The blonde Amazon started to approach her.

With a strength that surprised even herself, April lunged at the woman, kicking her in the stomach. The blonde staggered back. Before she could regain her composure, April grabbed her braids and pulled them as hard as she could. The blonde flew forward with the speed of a bullet. Her head swiftly connected with the solid trunk of an oak tree. She slumped to the ground.

Panting heavily, April turned to the nearby bushes where Karen was hiding and gave the thumbs-up sign.

“That was amazing,” Karen said as they stripped the woman naked.

“It wasn’t just me,” April said. “I think it was this uniform. It’s… powerful, somehow.”

“I think you might be right,” Karen said as she glanced at the other Amazon, who had just come to and was struggling pathetically against her bonds. “Without her armor, that one’s as powerless as a kitten.”

She dressed in the second Amazon’s uniform, while April dragged the insensible, bound and gagged woman behind the bush to join her comrade. “Yeah… I feel stronger… More powerful… Really good,” she said, drumming her fingers against her armor.

“I guess it’s true… The clothes make the woman,” April replied with a smile.

Leaving their two prisoners bound together helplessly behind the underbrush, Karen and April put on their best “warrior” faces and headed toward the entrance of the cave.
________________________________________

Carmela sighed as she drummed her fingers on the table. The television was blasting away with some American telenovela she was trying to understand.

She worried about her cousin. Liana was a sweet girl, but very impetuous. And she didn’t seem to understand the rules of the female trafficking business. Carmela wondered if she should call her dear friend and relative to try and patch things up.

Just as she glanced at the phone, the door opened and her secretary poked her head in. “Excuse me, ma’am,” she said. “Alyssa is here with some new merchandise.”

Carmela brightened. Alyssa was her best supplier, and never failed to deliver the goods. “Thank you, Tracie,” she said, rising from her chair.

She followed the Afro-Caribbean girl to the lobby of her office. Alyssa stood there smiling, dressed in what appeared to be a bus driver’s uniform. Carmela eyed her, perplexed.

“What’s with the outfit, chica? Are you spending time as a chaperone?”

“Of sorts,” Alyssa replied, eyes twinkling. “I’ve just collected some new merchandise that I’m sure you’ll want to see. The girl whose uniform I’ve ‘borrowed’ was a stranger, and so I didn’t bother bringing her. But I’ve done research on the twelve girls of the Pacific University cheerleading squad. They’re all in good health, and clearly well-proportioned. Would you like a peek?”

Despite her mood, Carmela couldn’t help but grin. “Where are they?”

“The bus is parked outside.” Alyssa flicked her thumb in the direction of the street. “I told them I had to momentarily stop by your office to verify their positions at the Cheerleading Olympics.” She giggled. “They’re just waiting innocently in their seats… completely unaware that none of them will ever see their boyfriends or family again.”

Carla rubbed her hands together with malicious glee. “Bring them in,” she said. Then she turned to Tracie. “Fetch the guards from their poker game. We have business to attend to.”

Alyssa stepped onto the bus and told the twelve unsuspecting cheerleaders that they’d need to sign a few papers in order to confirm their positions. What she didn’t tell them was that the positions they would soon be in would be very uncomfortable indeed. The girls followed her off the bus, talking and laughing with one another.

Carmela smiled as she watched the twelve mini-skirted lovelies enter the lobby. No doubt some of them would sell for tens – perhaps hundreds – of thousands of dollars. She beckoned to the first three girls – two busty blondes and a redhead. “Come into my office,” she said. “The rest of you wait out here to be called.”

The girls followed Carmela excitedly to her office. The tall woman smiled and shut the doors behind them.

“Right, sweethearts. I’m afraid you won’t be attending any more cheerleading competitions. The only contests you’ll be entering from now on are… slave auctions!”

Three muscular women stood across the room, brandishing fierce-looking weapons with effective silencers. The weapons were pointed directly at the girls’ ample chests.

The cheerleaders’ mouths dropped open in shock. This gave three other henchwomen who were hidden nearby the opportunity to sneak up behind them and pull ball-gags over their heads and into their mouths. The gags were pulled tight and buckled behind their heads, leaving the girls unable to make any noise outside of barely audible “mmmpphhh”s.

“Now, girls, we don’t want to hurt you – after all, bruising cheapens the merchandise,” Carmela said. “All we ask is that you strip off your uniforms and boots. You can keep your bras and panties… assuming you’re wearing any,” she added with a grin. “Come on, don’t delay!”

With the guns pointed at them and the ball-gags which filled their mouths, the stunned cheerleaders had no choice but to comply. They hurried to kick off their boots, pull off their blouses, and shimmy out of their skirts.

Once the three stood in their white underwear with blue trimming, shivering from both the cold and from fear, Carmela signaled to her henchwomen, who pulled ropes from their belts and began tying the girls up. Crotch-ropes were added to discourage struggling, and duct tape was smoothed over their lips to further ensure their silence. The girls were carried into a large closet and tossed on the floor.

“Good job, girls,” Carmela smiled at her henchwomen as they closed the closet door. “Now let’s call in the next three.”

Having been in the business of slave-trading for several years, the guards were no strangers to the prospect of ambushing, stripping, and binding young women. In fact, it was almost a routine. They would hide behind the large double doors leading into the office while Carmela called in the next trio of unsuspecting young lovelies. The cheerleaders would excitedly enter the room, where Carmela would shut the doors immediately before strong female hands would clamp airtight over the girls’ mouths. They would struggle for a few moments, emitting barely audible pleas for help, before realizing the utter futility of their predicament. They would then be ball-gagged and stripped down to their underwear, before being bound hand and foot and ushered into a closet to join their equally restrained girlfriends.

This was the way it went for Girls Four through Six, and Girls Seven through Nine as well. Now only three cheerleaders remained in the lobby, talking and laughing with one another, completely unaware of the fate that had befallen their friends – and that was about to befall them as well.

Carmela took a deep breath before leaning out her office door and calling to the three girls. “All right, honeys, you’re up!”

She stood back as six lovely legs marched into her office. There was no need to shut the door – after all, there were no other potential victims to obscure the noise from.

The guards attacked, catching the girls by surprise. One of them actually fainted from the shock, while the other only struggled helplessly. The third girl, however, bit the guard’s as hard as she could.

With a scream, the guard jerked her hand away – and that was all the leggy blonde cheerleader needed. She raced out the open doors and headed for the lobby.

“Maldito!” Carmela cursed, and began running after the girl. She was clearly outmatched, though – in addition to being the captain of her cheerleading squad, the girl was also on her school’s marathon team, and it showed as her long legs sprinted across the carpet, her blonde hair whipping out behind her.

Just as it seemed as if the blonde would indeed escape, Alyssa jumped out from behind a bookcase and tackled her. The cheerleader fell to the ground, knocking over a large glass chemical bottle on a nearby table. The bottle crashed to the ground, sending up a large loud of thick black smoke that quickly filled the room.

Carmela reached the entrance to the lobby. The smoke was so thick that she couldn’t see a thing. Then, out of the cloud flew an empty blue boot, just narrowly avoiding her head. Then another boot was tossed out to join it. Next, a white skirt and uniform blouse were thrown out of the room. Finally, a large pink bra fluttered out of the lobby, where it was promptly joined by a matching pair of rapidly cooling panties.

Carmela coughed and fanned the air. Slowly, the smoke cleared. When the last wisps had dissipated into the air, she was struck by the sight before her – a naked, hogtied, and gagged blonde cheerleader lying on the ground, while Alyssa stood over her, arms folded, a triumphant expression on her face.

“I believe this is yours,” she said.

A broad smile spread over Carmela’s face. “Gracias, Alyssa. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Alyssa beamed. Then she strolled over to Carmela and handed her a stack of papers. “I obtained the necessary background information on the girls through their school records. They’re all in quite good health, and should sell for a tidy profit.”

Carmela’s smile faded as she took the papers.

“What’s wrong?” Alyssa asked.

“It’s nothing,” Carmela answered. “I just… My cousin dropped by earlier today. She had some girls she wanted to sell me. But she had no background information on any of them, so I turned her away. I… feel bad now. She’s a sweet girl, but very impulsive, and I’m worried she’ll get into trouble trying to sell the girls elsewhere.”

Alyssa paused. “You know, I think we could track her down. Maybe stop her before she makes a mistake.”

Carmela brightened. “Really?”

“Absolutely. You’re a wonderful employer, and I feel obligated to help you. That is, if you want me to.”

“Of course! Just let me attend to one thing first. Tracie!” Carmela called to her secretary, who hurried over. “Email the families of all twelve of our guests. Say that the girls are now attending a national cheerleading competition in Europe, and they’ll be away for at least a few months.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tracie replied.

Carmela turned back to Alyssa. “Alright, companera,” she said with a smile. “Let’s go.”



Andrea felt her ankles ache. Though she had not been tied especially tightly, the petite brunette was not in a very comfortable position. She wondered how long she would be stuck in the musty old closet.

The steady moaning sounds from above her, coupled with the angry squirms, convinced her that Kristina and Beverly were still trying their hardest to free themselves from their suspended bondage. Judging by the strength and thickness of the rope which coiled itself around their upside-down bodies, theirs was a pretty futile task.

Andrea felt a little sorry for them, even as she did admit to herself that the arrogant, ill-mannered women had it coming. They had been in their unenviable position for close to two hours, and their muffled cries of anger were now giving way to mere muffled cries. Still, their struggles had not ceased. Andrea began to wonder if the rope holding them to the ceiling would break.

Picking at the knots which bound her wrists, Andrea found a merciful bit of slack. She worked against it for several minutes, noticing that the consistent gagged squeals emitted by her suspended colleagues were beginning to develop their own sort of rhythm. Kristina’s cries were high-pitched, and delivered in short bursts. Beverly’s were lower, but they were drawn out longer. Andrea wondered amusedly if the girls had missed their calling as divas.

As she was considering these thoughts, the ropes suddenly fell away from her wrists. Her face immediately brightened. Success! She pulled the duct tape from her mouth and began hastily untying her ankles.

Within a minute, she was free, rubbing her sore limbs where the ropes had cut into them. She smiled up at her still-immobilized coworkers. “Don’t worry, ladies,” she said, unlocking the closet door. “I’ll have you down in a jiffy.”

Andrea retrieved a sharp pair of scissors from the still-empty office. Then she dragged a chair into the closet and stood on it while she cut the suspension rope. The still bound-and-gagged Kristina and Beverly fell to the floor. Fortunately, Andrea had the foresight to prepare a large pillow for their landing.

Andrea bent over the two still-struggling girls. “Just relax,” she told them. “I’m going to cut through the ropes, but you need to keep still.”

She began sawing through Kristina’s wrist-bonds with the scissors. After a few minutes’ work, the ropes fell away.

“There, doesn’t that feel – aaacckkk!” Andrea was cut off midsentence as Kristina’s hands wrapped around her neck.

Andrea fell to the ground, Kristina on top of her. The blonde woman’s blue eyes were cold as steel as she tightened her grip around Andrea’s throat.

Andrea tried to fight back – to breathe – but Kristina was clearly the superior athlete. The woman hadn’t even bothered to remove her gag, so intent was she on attacking the young brunette.

Andrea could feel the room spinning about her. Slowly, everything began to go dark…

A while later, she opened her eyes. The office was dark. A lamp on a nearby desk provided the only light.

Andrea tried to move, but found her arms and legs painfully restricted. As her senses cleared, she realized that she was now lying on her back on a cold tabletop, absolutely naked. Her arms and legs were spread wide, with one being tied to each of the four table legs. Tape once again covered her mouth, which had been stuffed with what felt like a bra.

Andrea tilted her head slightly. To her left stood Beverly, now wrapped in a white towel. The woman was smiling wickedly, her perfect white teeth gleaming against her richly dark skin.

“I’ve waited for this day,” Beverly said coldly. “The day the self-righteous little white girl stepped over the line… and I would get to teach her a lesson.”

Andrea began to feel scared. She looked with pleading eyes toward Beverly, but the woman just laughed. “You want mercy, liefling? I don’t think so. You sold out your company, you gave away private information, and you let your coworkers be stripped, tied up, and humiliated. You’re going to pay, dear. And we’ve figured out a rather fitting punishment.”

As she spoke, a towel-clad Kristina approached, grinning from ear-to-ear. In one hand, she clutched six well-sharpened wooden pencils.

Andrea’s eyes widened.

“Are you a virgin, darling?” Beverly continued with a wicked smile. “Because that will make this a lot more fun.”

Desperately, Andrea began pulling against the ropes which bound her, trying vainly to free herself, as Kristina approached her, brandishing the first pencil. Andrea tried pressing her legs together, but they were too tightly held apart.

“We’ll start with just one pencil,” Kristina said. “Then we’ll add another and another, until…”

Her words were cut off sharply as the door to the office suddenly burst open. Kristina and Beverly whirled. Two women, dressed in what appeared to be airline uniforms, charged into the room.

Bonita charged at Beverly. The towel-clad woman had no time to react before she was tackled off her feet and her head slammed into a large filing cabinet. Swearing in pain, she tried to rise and confront her attacker, but was quickly felled by a sharp elbow jab to the base of her neck. Beverly fell to the floor and didn’t move.

Kristina struggled on the floor with Debbie, who was quickly being overpowered by the athletic towel-clad woman.

“I recognize you,” she spat. “You’re one of those sluts who stole our clothes and tied us up. You think doing that makes you dominant or something? Honey, let me show you just what real dominance is.”

She picked up one of the pencils which had fallen to the ground, and prepared to stab Debbie right in the throat. Then, without warning, she was hit in the head by a fire extinguisher. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she slumped to the floor.

Bonita reached a hand out to Debbie. “You okay?”

“Yeah… thanks for the save.” Debbie said as she rose to her feet. “I owe you one.”

The two walked over to Andrea, who was still panting heavily from shock. “Don’t worry, dear,” Bonita said. “You’re safe now.”

Pretty soon, Andrea stood, naked but unharmed, on the office floor.

“Good thing we decided to come back here to fact-check our research,” Debbie said. “You sure you don’t want anything?”

Andrea shook her head. “I’m fine. Really. I’m just grateful you arrived when you did.”

“Your two playmates seem less grateful,” said Bonita, who now crouched near a small metal safe. Roughly crammed inside the safe were the fully-naked forms of Kristina and Beverly, who moaned pathetically through the tape which covered their mouths and confined the panties within them. The two women had received the deluxe treatment – their arms, legs, wrists, ankles, fingers, and toes were all tightly bound, with each of their wrist-binding tightly secure to the other girl’s crotch-rope. Tape was wound around their heads, blindfolding them. The girls had been roughly forced into the safe and now lay in hunched positions, their chins digging into their knees, Beverly’s cleavage pressing up against Kristina’s face. The slightest movement by either of them would cause them both unbearable pain – yet they were too afraid to keep still.

Bonita slammed the safe door shut and twirled the dial with a flick of her wrist. “Enjoy each other’s company, b:tches,” she said. “Just be grateful I don’t use the two of you as pencil holders.”

“Will… will they be all right?” Andrea asked as she wrapped herself in Beverly’s towel.

“No,” Bonita answered. “But it serves them right. Anyway, forget about those two. We came here to free you and see if there’s any more research to shed some light on this mystery.”

Andrea brightened. “I was hoping you’d ask. I’m sure we keep more stuff in the cellar. Follow me.”

The three girls made their way through an inner door and down a flight of stairs. The safe stood alone in the dark room, offering only the occasional slightest shudder, betraying none but the most muted sounds from the women imprisoned within.



________________________________________

“What is this place?” April whispered.

Karen didn’t reply. She simply looked around and tried to soak in as many of the marvels around her as possible.

Several bronze huts lined the area, all of them sturdy and imposing. A number of chrome statues – all of beautiful naked women – stood on either side. Walking, talking, and working along the entire wooded clearing were tall, muscular, armor-clad women, each more breathtaking in appearance than the last.

Karen and April had succeeded in infiltrating the Amazons’ ranks, but having now emerged through the other side of the cave which led to the far side of the island, it was they – rather than the women whose uniforms they had stolen – who could neither move nor speak. The sights and sounds around them were astonishing to behold, and it was difficult to imagine that they had been made by humans – even Amazon humans.

Perhaps the most astonishing thing of all was the large temple which loomed over the community. Over fifty feet in height, the gold-plated structure could have been a candidate for the Eighth Wonder of the world, if the world were only aware of it. The two large solid oak doors were embedded in a wall on which was carved countless indecipherable markings, and atop the roof were two large golden spires.

“Those things are huge,” April said.

“I know,” Karen replied. “It must have taken years to assemble them.”

“Actually, I was talking about the two miniature zeppelins that blonde Amazon seems to be smuggling in her chest armor,” April replied. “But the buildings are nice, too.”

Karen shot her a look. “April, snap out of it! We’re investigating a mystery here. We’re not supposed to be ogling some girl’s ti – whoa,” she paused, staring at the woman. “Those things are huge.”

April smiled before turning her attention back to the temple. “Think we can get inside?” she whispered. “I have a feeling it could answer a bunch of questions.”

“Let’s try it,” Karen replied.

The two strode forward, their boots treading on the soft earth. Hardly had they made it twenty feet, though, when a raven-haired Amazon pointed at April and started screaming something in a foreign tongue.

Instantly, three guards materialized as if out of nowhere and surrounded April. Two of them grabbed her shoulders while the third held a spear at her throat. Karen could only stand by in shock as the guard began yelling several things at April, who remained confused and silent.

After a few moments, the guard struck April across her jaw, knocking her out. Her limp form was then hauled off into the temple.

Karen watched silently, thinking. She had no idea why her friend had been exposed while she herself had been spared, but she had to figure out a way to rescue her.

************

Carmela weaved her van through the city streets as she filled Alyssa in on the details.

“So where do you think your cousin could have gone?” Alyssa asked.

“My guess,” Carmela said, “is that she’ll be off trying to sell her pretty cargo to Adrianna Ramirez. That woman’s at the top of the female trafficking business, and she’s my number-one rival.”

“Ah… yes, I remember Adrianna,” Alyssa replied. “I did business with her a couple of times, before I met you.”

“The woman is willing to buy any random woman kidnapped off the street,” Carmela said disdainfully. “My clients pay top dollar for top-quality merchandise, and I never disappoint. But Adrianna… that she-devil is driving me out of business, one girl at a time.”

Alyssa pondered for a moment. Then a wicked smile spread across her face. “You know,” she said, twirling a lock of long black hair around her finger, “perhaps this could be a double opportunity. We can head over to Adrianna’s complex and make amends with Liana, and at the same time, maybe sabotage your rival’s business just a tad.”

Carmela grinned, her pearly white gleaming. “Not bad,” she said. “But getting into Adrianna’s business may not be very easy. The woman doesn’t work in the city anymore – three years ago, she relocated to an oil rig out in the Pacific. Does most of her business remotely, so as not to get her hands too dirty. And her guards and employees all dress as factory workers, so no one ever suspects a thing.”

“Hmm… clever,” Alyssa marveled. “It may take a little brainwork to get aboard that rig.” She thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers. “I have it! Head for the South End dockyards.”

“What? Why?”

“I learned through one of my regular sources that the State Health and Safety Inspection Services are performing a surprise inspection on all the waterfronts and offshore businesses on the island today. And… the schedule I was emailed stated that a couple of female inspectors are to head over to a certain ‘Ramirez Oil and Co.’ plant.”

Carmela’s smile broadened. “You are filled with good ideas today, muchacha,” she said, turning the van southward.

************
esercito sconfitto
Posts: 7096
Joined: Tue Jan 12, 2016 12:06 pm

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by esercito sconfitto »

Toni and Maureen strolled along the South End waterfront, methodically inspecting everything in sight. The two redheaded women were clad in pantsuits – Toni’s was jet-black, while Maureen’s was dark blue – and low-heeled shoes, and photo IDs were pinned to their breast pockets. They marked off everything they examined on clipboards, which would be turned into to their employer at Safety Inspection Services.

Toni glanced at her watch. “Six o’clock,” she announced. “And we’re almost finished. Good… I have a date with a nice steaming bubble bath…”

“Hold your horses, sweetie,” Maureen replied. “We can’t wrap up work just yet. Management also wants us to check out the ‘Ramirez Oil’ plant.”

Toni groaned. “But that could take hours! Why don’t we just mark everything down as ‘Safe’ and head home.”

“You know we can’t do that. Besides, I thought you liked this job.”

“Yeah, but mostly for the welfare benefits… and the fact that I get to wear this great suit.”

The two women laughed as they headed for the boathouse to get a launch.

“Gosh, it’s dark in here,” Toni said.

“I’ll hold your hand if you’re afraid,” Maureen replied with a smile. She walked over to the two longshorewomen currently residing in the boathouse, who were currently testing the motor on one of the boats.

“Evening, ladies,” Maureen said. “We’d like to rent a boat for a few hours. What do you have that’s fast and efficient?”

The two female dockhands looked up. They were dressed in midnight coveralls and lace-up brown boots, with side caps covering their dark hair. The women smiled, their pearl white teeth gleaming against their deep, dusky skin.

“Well, amiga,” the taller of the two dockhands replied, “we do have something you may be interested in over there.” She pointed toward the opposite end of the boathouse.

The two health inspectors turned to see where she was pointing… and that was all the time the longshorewomen needed. Together they struck, bringing steel wrenches down on the heads of the two safety officers. Two “thwack” noises resounded as one. The redheads were unconscious before they hit the floor.

Carmela whipped the side cap from her head and shook her long dark locks from confinement. “The oldest trick in the book,” she said, eyes twinkling. “And white girls fall for it every time.”

Alyssa hastily unbuttoned her coveralls. “Thank heaven that didn’t take long,” she said. “I thought I was going to suffocate in this uniform.”

“It’s not your fault the previous owner took a smaller size, Alyssa,” Carmela, now down to her bra and panties, replied. “Not every girl you mug is perfect.”

Alyssa glanced at the dark-suited redhead, whom Carmela was now beginning to strip. “Maybe not,” she said. “But that one is pretty close.”

Minutes later, Carmela and Alyssa were buttoning up their newly appropriated pantsuits. The suits themselves fit well, although Carmela had chosen to retain her own slip-on shoes.

The real health inspectors now occupied a couple of oil drums, sharing the company with the bound-and-gagged dockworkers whom Carmela and Alyssa had replaced. The four barrels which contained the four-bra-and-panty-clad girls had been sealed tight, given just enough air for the prisoners inside to breathe.

“These disguises could work,” Carmela said. “But what about the photo IDs? We don’t exactly look like our clothing donors, after all.”

“Don’t worry,” Alyssa replied with a smile. “I always come prepared with one of these.” She pulled a small digital camera from her pocket. “Say ‘cheese’.” She snapped a picture of Carmela, then of the photo ID. A few minutes later, another ID popped out of the camera slot. It was identical to the real one, except that instead of a pretty white redhead, the photo was now of a dark-haired black woman.

“Isn’t technology wonderful?” Alyssa laughed before snapping a photo of herself.

Shortly thereafter, having successfully acquired the proper clothing and identification, Carmela and Alyssa climbed into one of the dock’s fastest motorboats. Alyssa gunned the engine, and they were off in a spray of water and foam.



________________________________________

Liana crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall impatiently. Here she was in a large hotel, surrounded by dozens, if not hundreds, of pretty girls, yet she was too preoccupied to kidnap any of them.

The security guard uniform she had stolen and now wore gave her an added layer of dominance, but she had promised Carla not to assault any more women for the purpose of selling them. She fingered the submachine gun slung over her shoulder. So much power, all going to waste.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder. Liana spun around, reaching for her gun.

“Calm down, sweetheart. It’s just me.” Carla eyed Liana up and down. “Are you okay? You don’t look too good.”

“I’m fine,” Liana snapped. Then softening, she whispered, “What’s news?”

“The boss just contacted her first-in-command,” Carla replied. “She wants fifty-seven security guards on a plane in the next fifteen minutes, to be flown to a certain set of coordinates. That’s all I could pick up from my eavesdropping on the phone call.”

“Fifty-seven? Where’d she pull a number like that?” Liana asked.

“No idea,” Carla replied. “But we’re going to be among them. I’m leaving the Majorettes behind, though. They’re actually pretty capable, and they can report any further developments that happen here in the hotel.”

Carla leaned closer to her ally. “you really don’t know where we’re headed? This plane could be on some twisted suicide mission, for all we know.”

“I doubt it,” Carla said. “I know these people, and they’re not the type to do anything that crazy.”

“Of course not,” Liana replied. “Because there’s nothing crazy about sacrificing a group of young women as part of some centuries-old ritual.”

“Look, let’s just go,” Carla said “You wanted adventure and excitement? Well, here’s where you’re getting it.”

With a resigned sigh, Liana began to follow Carla out of the hotel lobby. As she reached the door, she stopped and turned around. Behind the front desk were two blonde receptionists, blonde and leggy and chatting idly on the phones.

“I’ll be back, ladies,” Liana whispered with a smile. “That’s a promise.”

************

April opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that she was naked. The second thing she realized was that she was now shackled to a wall in what appeared to be some sort of dank-smelling dungeon. Her jaw ached, as did her wrists.

“Are you alright?” came a nearby voice that nearly made her jump.

April turned to the source of the voice – a frail-looking sandy-blonde girl who was shackled to the same wall, though she had been fortunate enough to have retained her own underwear.

“Yeah… I’m okay,” April groaned. “What the hell is this place?”

“This… is your new home,” the woman said. “It’s been mine for quite some time now.”

April tugged against her chains, to no effect.

“Don’t bother,” the woman said. “I’ve been down here for weeks… maybe months. The super-b!tches bring me food and water, but that’s pretty much it.” She sighed.

“I still don’t understand it,” April said, frustrated. “I was disguised as one of them. How did they know I was an imposter?”

The woman glanced at her. “You’ve got two mosquito bites on the side of your neck,” she said. “Real super-b!tches don’t get mosquito bites. Their skin is too strong.”

April turned to her cellmate. “Wow. Good eyes… both yours and theirs,” she said. “Um… who are you?”

“Name’s Ronika,” the woman replied. “I was in a boating accident and wound up on this island. The super-b!tches captured me and have been holding me prisoner ever since.”

“Why do you keep calling them that?” April inquired.

“I don’t know, dear,” Ronika answered. “I mean, they beat me stripped me, and stowed me down here for months. Plus, I think that someday in the near future, they’re going to kill me. It’s funny how I wouldn’t think of them as kind and caring hostesses.”

There was silence between the two women for a few minutes. Then Ronika spoke. “What’s your story, dear?”

April opened her mouth to speak, when suddenly a noise from outside convinced her to close it. Footsteps were approaching.

“Oh, wonderful,” Ronika muttered. “Dinner’s here.”

One of the two guards outside the cell unlocked the door to allow a woman in white armor and a white hooded cloak to enter, carrying a bowl of unsavory gruel. The guard shut the door and returned to her post.

As the Amazon nursemaid approached, Ronika tried to draw back. “No… please… my stomach can’t take anymore…”

April squinted. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but the maid looked very familiar…

“Karen?”

The woman raised a finger to her lips and winked. Then she set the bowl down and exited the cell.

The guards paid no attention to the maid as she sauntered out of the cell – a mistake they would shortly regret.

With alarming speed, the maid’s hand shot out and grabbed one of the guard’s metal breastplate straps, throwing the woman off-balance. The other guard whirled, just in time to see the pretty blond head of her partner speeding toward her own.

There was a dull THUD as the two thick skulls collided. For a moment, the two guards reeled. Then they collapsed, one on top of the other, into a peaceful slumber.

Karen quickly grabbed the keys off one of the guards and hurried into the cell.

“You know,” April said as Karen freed her from her shackles, “I always dreamed I’d someday be rescued by a knight in shining armor.”

Karen smiled as she released her friend. Then she turned to Ronika. “Hey, April, who’s your roommate?”

“Someone who’s going to pummel you if you don’t free me right now, super-b!tch.”

“Ronika, stop that! Sorry, Karen, she’s had a rough few weeks.” April took the keys and began unshackling the blonde.

“You’ve got a real gift for understatement, hon. You know that?”

“All right, enough squabbling,” Karen said. “We’re behind schedule as it is. Let’s strip those two guards. Their uniforms will make good disguises.”

“Right,” April replied. “I’ll just need to wear a cloth or something to cover up my mosquito bites.”

“What are you people talking about? Who are you?” Ronika inquired.

April smiled. “I’ll explain while we’re taking care of our two Amazon friends.”

As they began stripping the guards, April began to fill Ronika in on her adventures that day. By the time the two Amazons were naked, hogtied, and cloth-gagged, she had finished the story.

Ronika thought for a moment, processing the information. “Well,” she said, slipping on one guards’ armor, “if you have any hope of defeating these guards, you’ll need to separate them all from their armor.”

“Why? What’s up with this armor, anyway?” April asked as she adjusted her breastplate and laced up her boots.

“Not quite sure,” Ronika replied as they dragged the two bound-and-gagged guards toward a storeroom. “But it’s where they get their power. Without the armor, they all go from super-b!tches to just regular b!tches.”

The storeroom door was opened, and the two naked women were heaved inside. They landed right on top of a third naked, bound, and gagged woman – the maid who had donated her clothing to Karen’s cause.

“Wait a minute,” Karen said as the door was locked. “There must be at least forty Amazons on this island. You mean to tell me we have to strip, bind, and gag all of them?”

“I suppose so,” Ronika replied. “I know it’s a lot of work, but…”

“Work? It sounds like fun,” Karen replied with a smile. “Let’s go, ladies.”

______

The airport was busy, even busier than usual. It was thus that Cynthia had chosen to vacate to a quieter wing of the terminal. She now sat in the employee lounge, a cup of coffee in one hand, the latest issue of “Designers Weekly” in the other.

The thirty-year-old flight attendant enjoyed whatever brief periods of personal time she could acquire. She tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear as she gazed blissfully at the new fall fashions.

A sound caught her ears – the sound of several pairs of high heels clicking their way towards the lounge, accompanied by girlish chatter and giggling. Cynthia looked up as the airline’s newest recruits entered. The nine girls were all in their early twenties, mostly blonde, with a few darker colors to offset the rest. They were all dressed in the company-issued flight attendant uniform (which Cynthia herself also wore) – deep blue jacket over a crisp white button-down shirt adorned with a blue bowtie, a matching blue knee-length skirt, shiny blue high heels, and dark blue pillbox hats.

The girls were all scheduled to work their first official flight the next morning, a flight which Cynthia would be on as well. She hated this fact – the girls were all young and amateurish, hardly the proper candidates for a transcontinental flight with several stops. Most of the young stewardesses were not very bright, and in Cynthia’s opinion, would have better been suited to shorter, smoother flights. She had tried protesting to the airline, but they had simply waved her away. So long as the girls were beautiful, they had implied, they would make good flight attendants.

In the short time they’d known each other, the nine girls had come to regard Cynthia as something of a big sister. Occasionally, they would ask her for dating or fashion advice, which she was always quite happy to give. As they walked into the lounge now, Cynthia smiled.

“Hi, girls,” she said. “How’s life treating you?”

“Great!” said the blonde Annie. “Thanks for recommending that new nail polish. It really brings out my eyes.”

“And I’m really grateful for that evening gown you showed me in the fall catalogue,” the dark-haired Lucille grinned. “The boys at my college couldn’t take their eyes off me.”

“Great!” Cynthia smiled. “Listen, though… Tomorrow’s flight is going to be pretty hectic. What I want to say is… If any of you feel uncomfortable about it, I could always get you to work on one of the more local flights instead.”

A few girls laughed. “That’s awfully kind of you, Cynthia,” Annie said. “But these long, cross-country flights are why we took this job in the first place. It’ll be fun!”

“It sure will,” Lucille added. “Now let’s turn on the TV. I think there’s a new episode of ‘Project Runway’!”

The nine girls crowded around the lounge’s large television, talking happily and pouring themselves drinks. Only Cynthia sat at the other end of the room, a concerned expression on her face. She had to stop the girls from getting on that flight… but how?

*************

The oil rig stood alone out in middle of the Pacific. It was quite large – five stories of solid steel framework were hoisted upon four thick, sturdy legs. Machines banged and clanked, working tirelessly to reward the fifty-seven women who worked there.

All employees of Adrianna Ramirez’s oil company were identically dressed – white cotton shirts, blue overalls over white tights, grey side caps, grey socks, and brown lace-up boots. They all worked tirelessly, intent on going home at the end of each day with a tidy profit. Had they known what would be transpiring on this particular day, many of them would probably have opted to stay home.

The large copter-plane whooshed over the Pacific, rotors whipping up a storm. On board, the fifty-seven guards were all being debriefed on their mission.

“All right, ladies,” the squad commander, a muscular blonde named Rita, spoke, “we’ll have to hit them fast and hard. There’s no room for slip-ups here, so make sure you’re all ready.”

The plane now hovered directly over the oil rig, the sound of its rotors masked by the noises of the building. The squad commander gave the signal to her troops. “All right, ladies – let’s go!”

Ropes whipped downwards from the plane, and the armored, gun-toting guards began sliding down them. They forcefully entered the rig through the numerous windows, and wasted no time getting to work.

Two factory workers had been walking down the hall and chatting idly when a pair of uniformed guards crashed through the window. The girls had no chance to react before the muscle-bound women had swiftly beaten them into unconsciousness.

Five employees were in the pressuring room, checking the gauges and marking down the timetables. They were each grabbed from behind and injected with a potential knockout drug.

Three girls were distilling the water and chemicals from the oil in the laboratory. Three swift neck chops assured that they would be unemployed for the rest of the evening.

Six girls were supervising the production of the drill. So engrossed were they in their job that they did not notice the six imposing women approaching them from behind with soaking wads of chloroform – until the wads had been clamped over their mouths.

Eight workers toiled tirelessly to modify the rig’s mechanism to ensure speedier production. They were all unexpectedly ambushed, and eight other women were soon divesting them all of their clothing.

Twelve women were in the rig’s dining hall, their mouths filled with sandwiches and salad. Before long, their mouths were filled with their own panties instead.

Four ladies were busying themselves trying to untangle all wires of the main circuitry board. They soon found themselves trying – futilely – to untangle the nylon ropes which bound their wrists and ankles.

Seven workers were busy using the ladies’ room. One of them opened the door to the exit to find herself face-to-face with seven tall, smiling guards.

Nine girls were monitoring the computerized maps in the area. There was no sound but the occasional tapping of keys… until the sudden sharp noise of a strip being torn off a roll of duct tape.

One girl was busy mopping the floors. She surrendered immediately.

The well-trained guards all worked as one, subduing, stripping, binding, and gagging their helpless prey. Once each guard had thoroughly restrained her own prisoner, she carried her over-the-shoulder toward the rig’s docking bay.

The pile of nearly-naked, bound and gagged female figures in the large moored riverboat was at first unremarkably small, but as more guards arrived with their conquests, it grew larger… and larger… and larger still. Soon, an impressive mound of fifty-seven utterly restrained and defeated women filled the boat. Most of the girls had been fortunate enough to retain their underwear, though there was no question that even the girls that had been shown relative mercy would experience terrible pain if they attempted even slightly to free themselves from their bonds. The boat was covered with a tarpaulin and cut from its moorings. It floated slowly away from the rig and out into the deep Pacific Ocean, disappearing over the horizon.

“Good work, ladies,” Rita said with a smile. “Those girls should reach Japan in two or three days… that is, if the wind doesn’t change and leave them stranded out in the middle of the ocean. Anyway, let’s not congratulate ourselves just yet. Out of the uniforms, and let’s change into something less conspicuous.”

The guards laughed, and began stripping themselves down to their underwear. Gloves, boots, armor, shirts, and trousers were cast upon the ground. They began rolling the stolen white tights up their legs, before pulling on the shirts and stepping into the overalls, before donning the socks, boots, and side caps. There was a lot of swapping, as each woman tried to find a set of clothes that was her size. Fortunately, the girls were all quite fast and efficient. Only ten minutes after they had begun stripping out of their guard uniforms, the fifty-seven women were all disguised as rig workers.

“Excellent, ladies!” Rita smiled. “Now all of you, assume the positions previously held by our generous hostesses. We’ve still got a few hours till midnight, and it’s best we don’t arouse any suspicion till then.”

The disguised security women began to fan out across the rig. As they did so, Liana sidled up to Carla. Adjusting her newly-acquired overalls, she leaned close and whispered, “What do you think happens at midnight?”

“I don’t know,” Carla replied. “But something tells me we’d better stop it before it does.”
11/26/2013, 3:44 am


Debbie, Bonita, and Andrea made their way up from the office cellar. They had searched through countless documents, faxes, and emails, but had finally obtained some useful information.

“Are you sure everything we read about that we think is true is… you know, actually true?” Debbie inquired.

“Positive,” Andrea replied. “I had to break through at least four firewalls and seven passwords to get to it. No one goes to that much trouble to disguise a lie.”

“Well, let’s get moving, then,” Bonita said. “And speaking of disguises… looks like our resident computer nerd could use some new clothes.”

Andrea blushed, pulling the towel up over her cleavage. “I don’t know if the clothing stores are still open… Plus, it would take too much time to go to all those different departments and try on dresses and shoes and stuff.”

Bonita smiled and placed her hand on her new friend’s shoulder. “Oh, Andrea… have you got a lot to learn.”

Bonita stuck her head out the doorway and noticed a young blonde intern walking down the hall. The girl was wearing a blue blouse and short black skirt, struggling to maintain her balance on a pair of high heels as she carried a large box of papers in her hands.

Bonita let out a whistle and beckoned to the girl. “Hey, honey… Mind coming in here a sec? I need to examine some of those articles.”

The blonde was puzzled, but stepped into the dark office. She never dreamed that the “articles” Bonita was referring to were not of paper, but of clothing.

All it took was a quick karate blow to the base of the neck. Debbie caught the woman as she fell, laying the unconscious victim down on the ground. They stripped her down to her cream-colored bra and panties, handing her clothes directly over to Andrea. The girl accepted them graciously, but couldn’t help feeling sorry for the poor intern.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Debbie said with a smile as she procured a roll of duct tape to restrain the unconscious girl. “We’re not going to hurt her. We just need to stow her somewhere quiet for a little while. Think this office would do?”

Andrea paused, then shook her head. “Kind of risky. We already have my coworkers in the safe, and too much moaning night raise the alarm… I have a better idea.”

Minutes later, the three women, with bound, gagged, underwear-clad prisoner in tow, made their way down the hall to a quiet stockroom. The walls of the room were lined from floor to ceiling with dozens of filing cabinets, most of which were filled with hundreds of pieces of paperwork.

A quick search revealed an empty cabinet on the bottom row. It slid out to nearly six feet in length.

“Perfect,” Bonita smiled.

They eased the blonde in feet first, laying her on her back atop the cold metal. Debbie shut the cabinet with her foot. The door clicked shut.

“The slits in the metal door should provide her with sufficient air,” Andrea said. “I still feel kind of bad for her, though… Just minding her own business when we…”

Bonita tapped her wristwatch. “Can we get going? It’s after eight PM.”

Debbie looked at her own wrist. “Actually, my watch is set at 7:50. And so is that clock by the door.”

Bonita frowned. “Hm. Maybe the Navy girl I swiped this from always liked to be ahead of schedule.” She adjusted her watch.

Andrea began dressing in the intern’s blouse, skirt, and heels. Despite her reservations, it felt good to be clothed.

************

Alyssa squinted as she looked out over the ocean spray. “There! I see it!”

Carla maneuvered the motorboat onto a straighter path. The oil rig loomed large up ahead.

“Let’s climb aboard,” she said.

The boat docked, and Carmela and Alyssa stepped out onto the port. Immediately, two muscular women in overalls and cotton shirts walked over.

“May I… help you?” the taller, blonder one asked.

“Yes,” Carmela said in her most professional-sounding voice. “My name is Toni Francis. This is my partner, Maureen Adamson. We’re from the State Health and Safety Inspection Services. We’re here to conduct a cursory inspection of the premises. Make sure everything’s running smoothly, and that no employees are being mistreated.”

The uniformed woman seemed a bit taken aback by this news, but then her expression softened. “Of course. Follow us.”

The blonde and her sandy-haired, equally muscular partner began taking Carmela and Alyssa on a tour of the premises, showing them all the different engineering sectors and maintenance units that worked on the rig. Carmela nodded her head at everything they said, but was more interested in finding a way to sabotage the teeming enterprise.

Before long, the tour was nearly over. “Our last stop is the pressure room,” she said.

As they rounded the corner, Carmela’s mouth opened in shock. Standing by the wall were two rig employees, chatting with one another. But she instantly recognized one of them – her cousin Liana!

She leaned over to the tall blonde woman and whispered, “Say… you haven’t noticed anything strange around here lately, have you? Say… workers being replaced by imposters?”

The blonde gasped. She motioned to her friend, and they both drew small revolvers out of their belts. “I don’t know how you found out,” she snarled, “but it’s going to cost you. Walk.”

Carmela and Alyssa were shocked. Still, they had no choice to comply as the two menacing women led them away.

Liana turned toward the scene. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Liana, you okay?” Carla said. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No ghost… Just… my cousin,” Liana replied. “The hell is she doing here?”

The two tall, imposing guards led Carmela and Alyssa down to the edge of the rig. There they stood, fifty feet above the water, with only a waist-high fence separating them from a deadly plunge.

“Jump,” the blonde said.

Alyssa looked stunned. “But… the water’s so far below… And it must be freezing.”

The blonde grinned, flashing a set of pearly whites. “Oh, the temperature isn’t very cold,” she said. “It’s a little chilly, but not bad. Just the way the sharks like it.”

Alyssa and Carmela stood there, arms folded.

“Listen, n*ggers,” the blonde said. “Either you both jump, or we shoot you in the chest and watch you both fall. It’s your choice.”

Before Carmela or Alyssa could say or do anything else, they were struck by an oncoming sight – as two other uniformed women swiftly descended on their assailants.

Carla dispatched the sandy-haired girl quickly with an uppercut and a neck chop. Liana, meanwhile, was struggling vainly with the blonde, who was beginning to level her pistol at the smaller woman’s head.

“Good night, n*gger,” the blonde said with a smile.

Before she could send a bullet into Liana’s head, however, Carmela sent a low-heeled shoe into hers. Two swift punches later, and the unconscious blonde now slumped over the prone body of her friend.

Liana and Carmela both looked at one another. “What are you doing here?” they asked each other.

It took some time to make introductions, and for each of the two-woman teams to get the other up to speed. As they exchanged stories, the four women stripped the two uniformed guards, and Alyssa and Carmela donned their uniforms.

Carla bound the women with some rope and gagged them with each other’s panties. She then creatively used their bras as over-the-mouth gags, just as the two women were beginning to stir.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Carmela smiled. “Good. Now let’s see how you like that fate you had in store for these two girls.”

She picked up the women bodily and tossed them overboard.

The gags muffled the women’s screams excellently as they plunged towards seemingly certain death. They shut their eyes and waited for the end to come.

But it didn’t. The girls opened their eyes to find themselves entangled in a suspended safety net, about twenty feet above the water.

“Comfy, girls?” Carla called down. “That netting is mostly for catching fish, but as you can see, it has other uses. Incidentally, I wouldn’t struggle too much – there’s no telling if those wires could break.”

Smiling to herself, she returned to her three cohorts.

“How do they outfits feel?” she asked.

“Fine,” Alyssa said. “Mine’s a little big, but hey, it’s not a perfect world.”

“Optimistic… I like that,” Carla said. “I think I’m going to enjoy working with you.”

Carmela adjusted the shoulder straps of her newly acquired overalls. “Thanks,” she told Liana. “I wouldn’t have made it if you hadn’t shown up.”

“No problem, companéra,” Liana beamed. “All I ask is that the next time I bring you a crateful of blonde beauties, you don’t brush me off like an irritating housefly.”

Carmela laughed. “Deal,” she said. “Speaking of which, though… Do you mean to tell me that every woman on Adrianna’s staff has been dealt with and replaced?”

“Hard to believe, I know… but yes.”

“And what does Adrianna say about this?”

“I don’t know… I’m not sure she’s even at the rig today. She probably doesn’t even know about it.”

Carmela rubbed her hands together. “This is fantastic. Adrianna’s whole enterprise has just collapsed. This is my chance to swoop in and take over the female-trafficking business.”

She pulled out a cell phone and dialed a string of numbers. “Hello, Tracie? Yes, it’s me. I’m calling to let you know that it’s time to sell all our stock… That’s right. Let me know when you’re finished.” She hung up.

“You have stocks to sell?” Liana said.

“Well… after we tie them up,” Carmela replied with a grin.




Tracie hung up the phone and stood up from her desk. The lovely redhead had been Carmela’s personal secretary for over ten years, and had never disappointed her. Only twice before in that time had Carmela asked her to “sell their stock,” however. Tracie hoped that this time it would pay off.

She walked down the hall to the evening room and stepped inside. Sitting on the two large couches were the six hired female guards. The tall, strapping women were drinking ice-cold beers while talking about their day.

“Did you see the expression on that red-haired cheerleader’s face when I grabbed her?” a short-haired blonde was saying. “I thought she was going to melt on the spot.”

“That’s what I love about cheerleaders,” her dark-haired friend laughed. “They think they’re so high and mighty because of those uniforms. Well, now they’re all half-naked and tied up in the back of our truck. Who’s the mighty one now, girls?”

As the guards all laughed, Tracie cleared her throat. The six guards turned to her.

“What’s up?” asked one of the brunettes. “You got another assignment for us?”

“I hope it’s a group of Catholic schoolgirls!” another said, and they all began laughing again.

“First of all, I’d like to thank you all for your service to this business,” Tracie said in her most professional voice. “We couldn’t have done nearly as much without you. However, in light of recent events, it appears you ladies have all become expendable.”

A raven-haired guard contorted her eyebrows into a frown. “So… you’re letting us go?”

“Not exactly,” Tracie continued. “We feel it would be more profitable to sell you… as we do our other products. So, you shall all be stripped, bound, and gagged, before being stuffed into crates and shipped overseas.”

There was silence in the room. Then the guards began laughing again. “You and what army are going to tie us up?” Raven-Hair asked through chuckles.

“No army,” Tracie said simply. “Just me.”

Raven-Hair stood up and walked over to her. She stood a foot taller than Tracie, and muscles could be viewed even beneath her thick turtleneck sweater. “You’ve got a lot of confidence in yourself, little girl,” she snarled. “I think it’s time someone humbled you.”

She swung a fist at Tracie, aiming for her jaw. With surprising agility, the smaller woman ducked. She then grabbed the fist and thrust it forward and upward behind her. The force of the momentum sent Raven-Hair headfirst into the opposite wall. She slumped to the ground, out cold.

The other five guards looked on, stunned. Tracie twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Just some old-fashioned jujitsu,” she said. “You don’t think I became Carmela’s personal secretary just on good looks, do you?” Then she turned and walked out the door.

“Get her!” the blonde roared. She and her four comrades stood up and ran out of the room.

The hallway was empty. “Which way did she go?” asked a redheaded guard.

“The little b!tch thinks she can give us the slip,” the blonde growled. “Colleen, Verna, you go left. Gabrielle and I will go right. Allison, you stay here and check on Gina.”

The women split. Only Allison remained, softly nudging her friend. “Gina… are you awake? Gina…”

So engrossed was she in this task that the woman did not think to look above her. Why would she? Who would suspect that anyone would be hiding in the alcove of the bowl-shaped chandelier?

Tracie leapt down at her prey, encircling her legs around the woman’s waist , pinning her arms to her sides, while clamping a hand tightly over her lips. The other hand delivered a well-placed neck chop that sent the woman reeling. A belt to the stomach finished the job.

Tracie dragged Gina and Allison back into the common room and stripped them both down to their white Spartan bras and panties. She used nylon rope to bind them and electrical tape as gags. She left them sitting back-to-back in the corner of the room.

Just as she was satisfied that her two playmates had been put out of commission, the sound of footsteps perked up her ears.

“Looks like your friends have come back, girls,” she whispered.

Voices sounded outside the door. “I tell you, when I get my hands on that little minx…”

“”Easy, Colleen. We’ll get her. Hey… wasn’t Gina lying right here? And where’s Allison?”

The door to the common room burst open, and Tracie jumped out. She grabbed the doorframe and swung around, her heels scoring a direct hit on Colleen’s chin. The woman fell. Tracie leapt onto her back, using it as a springboard to carry her straight into Verna.

Verna exhaled swiftly as the wind was expelled from her stomach. She staggered back, giving Tracie time to deliver a roundhouse kick that knocked her just as unconscious as her friend.

Tracie dragged Colleen and Verna into the common room. Soon, they, too, had been stripped, bound, and gagged. Tracie double-knotted the ropes, just to ensure the women would retain their uncomfortable positions as long as possible.

“Be right back, ladies,” she said, blowing the four secured women a kiss. “I just need to fetch our last two playmates.”

Shauna and Gabrielle were currently searching through one of the mansion’s large bedrooms.

“Come on out, little girl. I’m not going to kill you… much,” Shauna growled.

A mouse could not have been quieter than Tracie was. Having shed her high heels, she tiptoed in stocking-clad feet up behind Gabrielle and grabbed the woman’s shoulder. Her thumb pressed down on the carotid artery. With barely a whimper, Gabrielle sank into Tracie’s arms, unconscious.

It was at that moment that Shauna turned around. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Tracie smiled at her.

“I’m going to kill you,” Shauna snarled, pulling out her knife.

“You’re welcome to try,” Tracie replied coolly.

With a roar, Shauna charged at her opponent.

Ten minutes later, Shauna, too, had been stripped to her bra and panties, and was in the process of being bound and gagged alongside her associates. Her clothes lay with their clothes, in six neat piles on the couch.

Tracie stood back and admired her handiwork. There was no question that the six guards she had just dispatched were now completely helpless, as they struggled against painful bonds and mewled pathetically through gags. Shauna in particular seemed bitter at the prospect – though given that beneath her tape-gag, she was chewing on Tracie’s panties, her assailant could hardly blame her.

Tracie left the room to call and inform Carmela that the deed was done. After that, she would begin searching for a buyer interested in purchasing twelve beautiful young cheerleaders – and six handsome female bodyguards.

*************
esercito sconfitto
Posts: 7096
Joined: Tue Jan 12, 2016 12:06 pm

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by esercito sconfitto »

The large hut stood out even among its striking neighbors. This was the dining hall of the Amazon village, a place for the women to unwind after a long day of hunting and gathering. At this moment, twelve of the Amazon tribeswomen were gathered within the large bronze walls, feasting on freshly captured boar and deer.

Covertly peeking through a window from outside the hut, Karen wondered whether the women warriors were afraid of gaining a few excess pounds from the heavy food they ate. Judging from their stunning figures, however, she assumed that they had nothing to worry about.

A veiled girl in a bejeweled uniform stepped out of a nearby hut, carrying a large glass bottle of alcohol on a silver platter. Karen quickly hid in the shadows. Her moment was at hand.

The female server stepped gingerly toward the dining hall, intent on serving the contents of the cold glass bottle to her fellow Amazons. She never made it.

Karen was fortunate to have the element of surprise on her side, and wasted none of it as she clamped a hand over the girl’s mouth. The startled Amazon dropped her tray – fortunately, Karen grabbed the bottle before it hit the ground. Then, using a bit of karate she had learned years ago at self-defense class, she dispatched the girl swiftly and silently.

Removing the girl’s clothes took some effort, as they very tightly clung to her body. Still, Karen was soon fitting the breastplate over her own sizable chest, and pulling the white silken boots up to her knees.

She tore her own nurses’ cloak into strips, which she used to secure and gag her hapless victim. Grasping the naked woman by her bound ankles, Karen dragged her to a grove of nearby trees. She secured her, hammock-style, between a couple of thick oaks.

Karen removed the cap from the bottle. She then produced a small packet of blue powder she had procured from the prison tent. Ronika had informed her that this powder was in fact a very powerful drug, used to subdue people whenever the need arose. Karen tore off an edge of the packet and emptied all of its contents into the wine bottle. Then she tied the veil over her face and headed into the dining hall, tray in hand.

The Amazons were quite pleased to see that their beverage had arrived, and they all crowded around Karen for a taste. She poured them each a glass, then watched as they graciously gulped down the alcohol.

It took approximately four minutes for the drug to take effect. Then the Amazons began to look uneasy. A few began to rock back and forth. Then, one by one, they collapsed into a heap. Soon, the floor was covered with unconscious armored women.

Karen rubbed her hands together, and began the process of relieving the girls of their heavy, cumbersome armor



The Amazons were not big sleepers. Ronika knew this well, having spent many months listening to the guards chat outside her prison cell. In time, she had come to learn some of their language, and became aware that the women practiced a strange form of yoga that compensated for actual sleep.

Now Ronika stood outside the tent flap of the yoga tent and peeked inside. Fifteen women sat on mats, legs crossed, eyes closed. Facing them stood an instructor – a tall blond woman with a gentle voice. The instructor stood with her back to Ronika, offering soothing words to her “class”.

Ronika paid close attention, and began picking up certain key words from the strange language, translating them mentally. “Relax… breathe… keep eyes closed… five minutes of complete silence.”

None of the women on the mats moved. They merely sat there, in a state of self-imposed sleep, with only their inhaling and exhaling as signs of movement.

Ronika quickly formed a plan. Five minutes… that didn’t give her much time…

She snuck up behind the instructor and clamped a hand over her mouth. The woman barely had time to display a shocked reaction. Ronika quietly applied a sleeper hold and smiled as she sank into unconsciousness. She stripped her in front of all the other Amazons – who, of course, did not at all notice. Thankfully, the woman’s clothes were not cumbersomely tight. With only two minutes to go, she bound the woman with strong rope and gagged her with a loincloth she had procured from a nearby clothesline. She rolled the naked woman into a corner and covered her with a tarp.

Then she returned to the head of the class, and began speaking in the Amazon language to the best of her ability. “Keep your eyes closed, girls,” she said. “Now… begin removing your clothing. All of it.”

She grinned broadly as the girls began to comply. Clearly, they had become quite suggestible. Ronika wondered just how far she could take this.

“Excellent, girls,” she smiled once they were all naked. Then she threw a few coils of rope on the ground. “Now… start binding and gagging one another. Make sure the ropes are tight… I don’t want any of you to feel left out.”

She sat back and watched with a smile as the naked women began to tie each other up, effectively doing her work for her.

***************

April covertly followed the ten beautiful Amazons to a large walled fort on the outskirts of the village. She watched curiously as the women began stripping naked, setting their boots and armor in neat piles on the ground. Then she comprehended and smiled. They were about to enter the showers!

April liked her armor and the extra strength it supplied her with, and she was concerned about shedding it. Still, she realized, it was the only way she could blend in. With a resigned sigh, she stripped naked and stepped toward the showers, picking up a towel as she did so.

A thick, steamy fog rose up to greet her as she entered, and it was difficult for April to see even five feet in front of her. Still, she could make out sounds – gleeful feminine giggles – and used her ears to guide her to her targets.

She sidled up to the first shower stall and peeked inside. A tall blonde was humming to herself as steaming hot water caressed her body. The woman did not notice April standing behind her – not until a white towel was whipped around her throat.

April spun the woman around and decked her, sending her down for the count. She grasped the woman’s wrists and dragged her out of the showers, laying her peacefully on the ground. Then she headed back inside to collect some more Amazons.

The second stall housed two women, who were clearly having a splendid time rubbing soap over each other’s bodies. Allison grabbed the aluminum bar at the top of the stall and swung both feet outward, hitting the women in their pert backsides and sending them careening into the far wall. The girls dropped into a soapy pile on the floor.

Allison could feel her heart pumping as she dragged the women out of the showers. Though she was thirty years old, the woman’s adrenaline rush made her feel like a teenager. She left the girls astride her friend and gleefully headed back in.

***************

It was an altogether straightforward task to strip, bind, and gag the forty-two Amazons they had captured, though dragging them all into a single tent proved to be something of a burden. Still, the large pile of naked, unconscious, and thoroughly restrained women was a sight to behold. Karen placed her has on her armored hips and admired their handiwork.

“Great work, you two. Really, excellent,” she said with a smile. “Now April, you stay here and guard these Wonder Woman rejects. Ronika, come with me. We’re going to check out that palace of theirs.”

Karen and Ronika exited the tent. April sat down on a pile of discarded breastplates and stared at the three and a half dozen once-powerful but now helpless women in the heap before her.

She felt strong – not just in muscle, but in femininity. As a girl, she had always been obsessed with the latest in fashion and make-up, taking every opportunity to display her outer beauty. And when she and her two best friends had begun working as the Magpies, they had done so in order to mesmerize the world with their grace and loveliness.

But in the last few days, so much had changed. She enjoyed the action, the thrill of the adventure she had become swept up in – and she didn’t want it to stop.

April’s thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of soft sobbing and faint muffled whimpers. Glancing over at the pile, she noticed a girl of about eighteen or nineteen stuck at the very bottom, her blonde hair disheveled, tears rolling down her blue eyes. She was the first Amazon to have woken up.

April felt a twinge of remorse for what she had done. Without her armor, the poor girl looked just like… well, a poor girl. Yet she had been stripped, hogtied, and forced to endure the weight of several larger women atop her.

Without giving too much thought, April walked over to the girl and wiped a tear from her eye. The Amazon looked up, perplexed and just a bit afraid.

“Relax, sweetie,” April cooed. “I’m not going to hurt you anymore. Everything will be alright now… Oh, what am I saying? You can’t understand me.”

To her surprise, the girl suddenly nodded.

“You… speak English?”

Another nod. April bit her lip, then reached for the girl’s gag. With one finger, she unhooked it. April braced herself, waiting for the girl to start screaming… but she didn’t.

“Please,” the young Amazon sobbed. “Please untie me.”

“I’m sorry, dear,” April said softly. “I wish I could, but…”

“Why… why have you done this to us?”

“It’s… complicated,” April replied. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you out of the way.”

“But… why?” the girl asked again.

Before April could respond, Karen and Ronika walked through the tent flap.

“The hell are you doing?” Ronika asked in surprise.

April stood up, embarrassed. “I’m sorry… I just… this girl is suffering… can’t we ease her pain a little?”

“The way she and her kind ‘eased’ MY pain over the last six months? Yeah, I don’t think so,” Ronika replied.

Karen sighed, but walked over to April. She grasped one of the girl’s shoulders, gave a tug, and yanked her out from beneath the pile. Amazingly, the rest of the bodypile remained intact.

“Wow, Karen… That was amazing,” April said.

“I played a lot of Jenga when I was young,” Karen replied.

“Thank you… thank you,” the girl gasped.

“Oh, hush up,” Ronika snapped. “You Amazons think you look so tough, but you turn into whimpering little girls at the first sign of danger. Also, your temple is way, way overproduced.”

“You went inside the temple?” April inquired.

“The place is as empty as an Amazon skull,” Ronika muttered. “Nothing in there but a pedestal holding a big blue orb. Gimme a break.”

The Amazon coughed. “The orb is our guiding light,” she said. “It gives us the strength in our armor. It crafts us into warrior women.”

“And we craft you into pathetic bodypiles,” Ronika replied. “”Now quit flapping your lips before I stuff that gag back in your mouth.”

Karen was about to say something when she heard a noise coming from outside.

She and Ronika rushed out of the tent and looked up at the sight which greeted them – a plane hovering over the island, and a ladder dangling down at them.

Debbie’s smiling face appeared in the doorframe. “Hop on,” she called down. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“Hi, Debbie,” Karen said. “Just give us a minute, okay? I want to ask –”

“Oh, no, you don’t” Ronika interrupted, grabbing the ladder. “I’ve spent the last six months wallowing away on this lousy excuse for an island. Next time I miss ****mas with the family, it’s going to be on my terms.” She began climbing up the ladder. “Hurry up, Blondie. Unless you want to be left behind.”

Karen sighed, and began climbing up the ladder. April emerged from the tent and quickly followed.

Debbie was there to greet them, along with Bonita and Andrea. Introductions were made, and soon the six women were flying across the Pacific.
12/30/2013, 3:53 am
________________________________________

Karen filled her friends in on the details of what they had found at the island. Then it was Bonita’s turn to share some discoveries.

“The place we’re looking for isn’t that island at all,” she said. “According to a new set of coordinates we’ve uncovered, it’s at a different part of the ocean entirely.”

“Then… what does Amazon Island have to do with anything?” Karen asked, puzzled.

“Heck if I know,” Bonita replied. “But the location we’re after is an oil rig located west of here.”

“Hm,” Karen bit her lip as the plane zoomed low over the waters. “Curiouser and curiouser.”

*************

The studio was quiet at this time of night. Mr. Bismuth was away, most of the employees had gone home, and only a few secretaries remained to screen the calls.

Bethany picked up the phone after three rings. “Karen Holmes’ office, how may I direct your call?” She listened. “No, I’m sorry… Ms. Holmes has been away for the last few days… A business trip, I believe. She should be back at the studio in a day or two.” She listened. “I see… I see… Tuesday? Are you sure? But… but no one told us about…” She listened. “Oh. Well, I’m sorry, but Ms. Holmes does not like to be monitored when she’s working… Well, you SHOULD care! And where do you get off anyway, saying our show is anti-feminist!” She hung up the phone in a huff.

Bethany put her head down on the desk. Then she picked up her personal phone and dialed her boss’ cell phone number.

“Come on, Karen, answer already.” No response.

Bethany sighed. There was trouble ahead. She just knew it.

*************

The moon provided the main source of light for the lonely oil rig, shining out against the inky black sky. The rig itself was alive with sounds of hustle and bustle, as the women aboard worked tirelessly to ensure that everything was in readiness by midnight.

A lone factory worker, her dark hair done up into a ponytail beneath her green cap, walked across the west sector of the rig, casually puffing at a cigarette. After a few minutes, she pitched the stub out into the ocean and turned back the way she came.

She had made it four steps before a gloved hand shot out from a nearby doorway and grabbed her shoulder, while another clamped over her mouth. The woman’s eyes opened wide with shock as she was pulled into the dark storeroom.

Five minutes later, a whistling Bonita emerged from the storeroom, zipping up her newly appropriated uniform. She turned and smiled at the woman who had so generously “donated” her clothing to her. The dazed girl now lay on the dirty floor of the storeroom, naked and bound hand, foot, and crotch with electrical flex. Her own panties filled her mouth, which had been sealed shut with a generous strip of duct tape.

“Thanks for the threads, hon,” Bonita laughed. “And don’t think it’s personal… My girlfriends are doing the same thing to five of your coworkers even as we speak. Although… I don’t suppose you’ll be doing much speaking for a while.”

The helpless girl moaned pathetically into her gag as tears began to form in her eyes. Bonita treated her to one last grin before shutting the door and bolting it shut.

Karen probably would not have been happy with the unnecessarily cruel manner with which Bonita had dispatched her victim, but Bonita didn’t much care. She enjoyed the feeling of dominance which coursed through her veins. Every article of clothing she now wore, straight down to the floral pink bra and panties, had belonged to the woman who now lay mewling pitifully in the dark storeroom. Bonita loved this form of identity theft. In a way, she was upset that the uniform was such a perfect fit, as she wouldn’t have minded mugging a few more factory workers in her search for new clothes.

Bonita made her way to a prearranged spot at the south end of the rig. Karen and Ronika were already there, having already appropriated disguises of their own. Within minutes, the trio was joined by April, Debbie, and Andrea.

“All right,” Karen spoke. “I trust that none of the six women we’ve mugged will be discovered anytime soon?”

Andrea piped up. “Oh, I didn’t mug anyone,” she said meekly. “I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting an innocent factory worker, so I just snuck into the locker room and found a uniform there.”

Bonita grimaced. “You make me sick.”

“Hey!” Andrea protested. “I don’t have to resort to your methods…”

“Calm down, girls,” Karen said. “Now, we need to start snooping around. We’ll split up into teams of two: April and Andrea, Bonita and Ronika, Debbie and me. If any of you find anything, notify the rest of us over your radios. Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Ronika snapped. “Who put you in charge?”

“We’ll discuss who’s in charge later,” Karen responded with a sigh. “For now, can we please just get to work?”

*************

Carla, Liana, Alyssa, and Carmela moved silently about the lower levels of the rig. To the casual observer, they were ordinary factory workers – that is to say, security guards disguised as ordinary factory workers. In reality, though, they were doubly disguised, and moving about with the watchful eyes of infiltrating imposters.

“How long do we have to keep wandering around here?” Liana muttered. “Something needs to happen already.”

“Patience, my girl,” Alyssa chided her. “You can’t just expect any clues to jump out and bite you in the face. You have to work to find them.”

Liana glared at her. “What do you know about work?” she growled. “Everything comes easy to you. You just bring my cousin a group of healthy young cheerleaders, and Bam! Instant millions.”

“Excuse me?” Alyssa replied. “It took me weeks of strategizing to catch those cheerleaders in the first place. Don’t blame me because you’re an amateur when it comes to slave trading.”

“Amateur, am I?” Liana spat. “Want to try saying that through a mouthful of broken teeth?”

Alyssa raised her fists in a defensive posture. “Anytime you’re ready, perra.”

Carla stepped between them. “Stop fighting, girls,” she said sternly. “We keep things peaceful till the mission is over. Understand?”

Liana’s eyes still blazed, but a stern look from the taller and more imposing Carla calmed her down.

The four continued walking. Carmela smiled at Carla appreciatively.

A loudspeaker overhead crackled to life, and Rita’s voice broke through the transmission. “All units, gather on the main deck. We have important news.”

Carmela’s ears perked up. “Let’s go, companeras,” she said. “This could be the chance we’re looking for.”

*************

Karen felt a surge of excitement as she and Debbie bounded up the stairwell to the main deck. Her intuition told her that things were about to take a turn for the better.

Once all fifty-seven women had gathered on the main deck, Rita stood up on a large wooden platform and addressed them.

“Welcome, everyone,” she spoke. “I regret to inform you that our boss was unable to make it here, but she sends her best wishes and is sure we will carry out her plan.

“At precisely midnight, the plan will take effect. We will detonate our bomb, and the winds will carry its radiation fallout across the United States. The powerful orb from that nearby island will magnify its effects. Soon, it will spread to the rest of the American continent, and then the world.

“We will all be safe from its effects, as we’re currently situated in the eye of the storm. But every other woman on the planet will soon be breaking out in rashes, hives, and sickly sores. In short… we’ll be the only good-looking women alive!”

The guards cheered. Karen’s mouth dropped open in shock, and she exchanged an equally shocked glance with Debbie. This was their ultimate plan? To turn the world into a sickly, ugly place in which their looks would reign supreme?

But if Karen had been shocked by that revelation, she nearly doubled over by what Rita said next.

“Now I know what you’re wondering, girls… Why am I telling you all this? Most of you have known for a while already. Well… I merely wanted to inform the ten imposters in our group of what we’re planning to carry out!”

The next moment, a spotlight hit the deck, training itself on Karen, April, Debbie, Bonita, Andrea, Ronika, Carla, Carmela, Alyssa, and Liana. Immediately the other forty-seven guards pulled out guns and trained them on the group. Rounds clicked and chambers were readied.

“What’s the matter, girls?” Rita grinned at the ten surprised women. “Did you really think we don’t have closed-circuit cameras hidden all around the rig? Please. We’ve been watching you this whole time.” She laughed.

Then her face turned serious for a moment as she gazed at one of her prisoners. “Carla… I’m very disappointed. We thought you were one of us. We thought you were our friend.”

“I changed my mind,” Carla said defiantly.

“Well, you should have changed it back when you got the chance,” Rita replied coldly. “Since you and your friends freed the six ritual ‘sacrifices’ we were going to make to celebrate the occasion, you girls get to be the sacrifices instead!”

She clapped her hands. “Strip them, ladies!” she commanded her guards. “Then tie them up and get everything ready. The moment we’ve been waiting for is at hand.”

Karen wanted to fight back, but it was hopeless in the face of such overwhelming odds. She, along with her friends and four women she did not recognize, were picked up bodily and carried off.

Twenty minutes later, Karen found herself dangling upside-down from a beam high above the ocean. She was suspended by her ankles, and her wrists and upper arms were bound tightly with cable wiring. Duct tape covered her mouth. Apart from her bra and panties, she was naked.

At the very least, her humiliation wasn’t hers alone. Nine other women were suspended beside her on the same beam, and they had been stripped, bound, and gagged just as tightly as she was.

Karen craned her neck and looked down at the churning waters below. There were forms – probably sharks – swimming in circles.

Forty-seven grinning women stood, guns raised and pointed at the ten helpless captives. At the first signal, they would open fire.

Her mind raced. For the first time since she began her little adventure, she was faced with the actual prospect of death.

She willed herself not to be afraid. She thought hard… tried to think of a plan. There had to be something she could do... She thought and thought… of nothing.

“So long, girls,” Rita smiled. “And consider yourselves lucky… at least you’ll be spared the living hell that every other woman on the planet will soon be facing.”

Karen shut her eyes and tried to picture herself on the beach. She imagined herself in a skimpy seashell bikini and high heels.

“Attention!” Rita commanded her squad.

All the guys turned their heads as she walked past. They all wanted her, desired her.

“Ready…”

Karen wasn’t thinking of the men she was attracting, though. Her mind was focused on the tall, curvaceous blonde who now sat naked in an isolated bathroom stall, bound and gagged and sobbing helplessly.

“Aim…”

Karen knew why she had stolen this woman’s heels and bikini. It was because she looked good in them.

“Fi-MMMPPPHHHH!”

A hand clamped over Rita’s mouth, cutting off her death-command. She was swiftly pulled back into the shadows.

Karen opened her eyes.

The other guards turned around, puzzled. What had just happened? There was no one else around.

“…Ma’am?” one of them called out hesitantly.

It happened so fast that the guards barely had any time to react. They were attacked swiftly and forcefully. The assailants wasted no time in making the guards scream and beg for mercy.

Some tried to run… some tried to hide. All failed. The sound of unconscious women hitting the cold metal ground became almost rhythmic. Before long, the ground was littered with defeated security guards.

“Please…” the last girl begged. “I surrender… I surrend –”

A knee slammed into her jaw. She was out cold before she hit the floor.

Karen squinted. It was rather dark, but she could just barely make out the newcomers’ faces. As they registered, her eyes opened wide.

It was the Amazons. Close to fifty of them, all armored up, looks of triumph on all their faces.

“Right,” said the young blonde whom Karen recognized back from the bottom of the bodypile, “let’s get those ladies up on the beam to safety.”

Soon, ten women stood resplendent in their underwear, rubbing their wrists and ankles, but otherwise unharmed.

The young Amazon explained that April had loosened her bonds before heading onto the plane, and she had soon managed to wriggle her way free. She freed her fellow Amazons, and they had re-donned their armor before following the plane’s vapor trail by swimming across the ocean to the oil rig. They had hidden in the shadows and overheard Rita speak of the group’s diabolical plan, and had decided to strike back.

Some of the Amazons still weren’t too pleased about the way they had been tied up and thrown carelessly into a bodypile earlier. But the young blonde had convinced them that their muggers were in fact on a noble mission, and deserved to be forgiven.

The guards were all stripped naked and tightly bound and gagged with duct tape. They were tossed carelessly into the rig’s sub-level hold, where they would be kept until the Coast Guard could be contacted.

The Amazons set about dressing themselves in the uniform jumpsuits of the factory workers. “We’ll keep up this charade a while longer,” the blonde Amazon explained to Karen. “We’ll keep the rig running until the owner – Adrianna, isn’t it? – returns from her business trip. Then we’ll tie her up, gag her, and have one of our own dress in her clothing and replace her. The replacement will officially shut down the rig, and then we “workers” will just melt into the shadows and head back to our island.”

Karen gave the girl a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you… for everything,” she said with a smile.

It took some time for the various underwear-clad girls to exchange stories. Before long, though, the ten women had all caught up with one another.

Bonita and Ronika had tried to “persuade” Rita to give them some information regarding the whereabouts of her boss. However, the bound woman kept completely silent – until Carla held her upside-down over the shark-infested ocean.

“She wouldn’t say who her employer was,” Carla told the others. “I’m not sure she even knows herself. But she did say that the woman had always phoned her from Los Angeles. And she mentioned there would be something going down at Dodger Stadium. You know, the baseball field.”

“I know it,” Karen said. Then she turned to the eight other underwear-clad women before her. “Listen, ladies,” she said. “I’ve only just met some of you, but we don’t have much time to get acquainted. I think we all have a similar objective here: Find the woman responsible for this whole ruckus and make sure she’s put behind bars for a very long time.” She gave a cursory look around to each individual. “What do you all say… are we a team?”

The women cheered in response. Karen smiled.”Excellent,” she said. “Now we’ll need to get back to Los Angeles.”

With the biplane they had borrowed low on fuel and a possible flight risk, the women would need another means of transportation to carry them over two hundred miles of ocean… quickly.

As they donned spare factory clothes and piled into the large speedboat Carmela and Alyssa had stolen earlier, Karen told her squad that they were heading for the airport.

“But… we can’t afford plane tickets for all of us!” Andrea piped up.

“Sweetie,” Karen smiled, “we won’t have to buy tickets for any of us.”

**********

Cynthia glanced nervously at her watch. It was now after seven AM. The flight she and the nine inexperienced stewardesses were scheduled to be on would be leaving in less than two hours.

She had wanted to protect these girls – she loved them that much – but at this point, she had realized there was nothing she could say or do that would change their minds about going on that flight.

The nine girls were in the powder room, talking and laughing amongst one another without a care in the world. Cynthia sat alone in the employee lounge, softly crying. Her stomach hurt.

All of the sudden, a noise snapped her out of her guilt spell. She looked up and saw a blonde woman in a green uniform climbing through the lounge’s upper window. Cynthia opened her mouth to call for security.

“Shh… it’s okay, honey,” the woman said. “My name’s Karen. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Karen was lying, of course. She had every intent of attacking this poor flight attendant and stealing her uniform. But her expression was kind and gentle, and Cynthia immediately let her guard down.

Karen stepped toward the attendant, intent on dispatching her quickly and quietly, when she noticed the woman had been crying.

Against her better nature, Karen paused, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Cynthia had no idea who this woman was, but she needed to tell someone about her predicament. She quickly summarized her problem to Karen.

Karen’s eyes lit up when Cynthia mentioned the nine other flight attendants. She placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear… I think I have the perfect solution for you.”

She walked over to the room’s backdoor exit and pushed it open. Nine other women in similar green uniforms stepped into the room.

“Cynthia,” Karen smiled at the perplexed stewardess, “meet your new flight crew.”

“I… I don’t understand,” Cynthia stammered.

“Just listen close,” Karen said, and she began outlining her plan.
1/12/2014, 4:41 am Share Link to this post

The nine flight attendants sat around the powder room, applying lipstick, dabbing perfume, adjusting their blue uniforms to smooth out any creases. They chatted excitedly with one another about how much fun their upcoming flight would be.

The door to the powder room opened, and Cynthia stepped inside. The young flight attendants all looked up and smiled at the sight of their good friend.

“Hello, girls,” Cynthia said with a grin. “I know you’re all excited for the cross-country flight we’ll soon be aboard.”

The girls cheered.

“However…” Cynthia paused. “Before we begin, the airline would like to conduct one more physical… to make sure you truly are fit to fly.”

“Another physical?” Lucille piped up. “We’ve been tested at least four times. The only thing they haven’t asked us to do is take off our clothes.”

Everyone laughed. Cynthia’s smile widened, showing off two rows of gleaming white teeth. “Oh, it’s not so bad, Lucy,” she said. “It’s all for the safety of the passengers, after all. Would you like to go first?”

“Sure. Why not.” Lucille tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear and followed Cynthia out the door and down the hall to the lounge.

Two minutes later, Cynthia poked her head back in the powder room doorway. “Lucille checks out,” she said. “Who’s next?”

Another girl raised her hand, and followed her fellow stewardess out the door.

And so it went for a while, with Cynthia calling the flight attendants away one by one, and the crowd in the powder room slowly diminishing. Finally, it was time to call in the last girl.

Annie followed Cynthia down the hall, high heels clicking. She adjusted her blue pillbox hat over her blonde hair and hoped that she would end up just like all the other girls.

Cynthia held the door open, and Annie stepped inside. She stopped short at the sight which greeted her.

Her eight fellow stewardesses sat with their backs against the wall, stripped down to their white bras and panties. Their wrists, upper thighs, and ankles had all been tightly bound with nylon cord, and their mouths had been taped shut. Nearby, eight other women stood, rolling on the tights, buttoning up the uniforms, slipping on the high heels, and adjusting the pillbox hats that had so recently adorned the bodies of the young flight attendants.

Annie heard a clicking noise behind her. She turned to be greeted by a silencer-fitted revolver aimed directly between her breasts. Holding the gun was a dark-skinned woman with a pearly white smile.

“Best you wriggle your beautiful body out of that uniform, chica,” Carmela said crisply. “I don’t prefer my disguises to have blood on them.”

Annie swallowed hard. “What… what are you doing?” she stammered.

Carmela pressed the muzzle of the gun squarely on Annie’s left breast. “Growing inpatient,” she replied.

Annie quickly unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it off, kicking off her shoes as she did so. “You won’t get away with this,” she said in a shaky voice. “Assaulting airline personnel at gunpoint… You’ll all rot in jail.”

Carmela’s smile broadened. Annie was completely unaware, but the gun which was currently trained on her contained no bullets. In fact, it was merely a fancy cigarette lighter which Cynthia had retrieved from the lounge supply closet.

“Less talking, more stripping,” Carmela urged, as her friends adjusted their own stolen uniforms.

Cheeks burning, Annie unbuttoned her white shirt and pulled it down her arms, revealing a white comfort bra which housed two rather generous subjects. She shimmied out of her skirt and rolled off her white stockings, to show fine long legs and a pert backside clad in posterior-hugging white panties.

If Annie had wanted to protest her indignity, she wasn’t given any chance. A smiling Carmela pulled duct tape over her petite mouth, then wrapped nylon rope around her wrists, ankles, and thighs. She was dragged over to her wriggling, writhing, whimpering friends.

Soon nine women stood resplendent in “borrowed” flight attendant uniforms, dressed rather smartly from head to toe. They dragged the nine bound, gagged, and helpless young maidens over and into the large walk-in supply closet.

Karen approached Cynthia. “Thank you for your cooperation and assistance,” she said. “Unfortunately… While my friends all have uniforms, there aren’t any left for me. I’m afraid I’ll have to…”

“Say no more,” Cynthia smiled. She began unbuttoning her own uniform. “And it is I who should be thanking you. You saved these girls, and you probably saved me as well.”

Once Cynthia had stripped down to her pink bra and panties, she was gagged and bound and left in the same closet as her fellow attendants. Karen made sure the ropes were not tight enough to harm her before shutting and locking the closet door.

Ten women exited the lounge minutes later. Identically dressed in flight attendant uniforms, they walked in lockstep towards the plane which awaited them… and the dangers which lay ahead.

*************

The flight was uneventful, save for some occasional turbulence to remind the women onboard that even in their disguises, they were not safe from natural ills. After a while, Karen found herself beginning to grow airsick.

“I’ll be in the bathroom,” she whispered to April.

She spent a long time in there, rinsing her face and looking herself in the mirror. The woman who stared back at her was pretty… but also vaguely hideous. Karen realized it had been a while since the makeup artists over at her studio had applied blusher and mascara to her features.

She heard the pilot’s voice over the speakers – the plane was preparing to land in Los Angeles. Not wanting to bother heading back to her seat at the front of the plane, Karen sat down on the toilet bowl and pressed her palms against the sides of the lavatory.

A few minutes later, the plane had successfully touched down at LAX. Karen prepared to get up and exit the bathroom when something made her hesitate.

“All flight attendants, exit the plane with your hands up.”

Karen froze. What was going on?

She peeked out of a crack in the doorway and noticed her friends stepping out of the plane, arms raised. Through a nearby port window, she noticed them being cuffed by police officers and led away.

“Search the plane,” the commanding officer said. “Make sure there aren’t any others.”

Karen’s heart began pounding rapidly. Whatever was going on, she couldn’t afford to get captured. Her mind quickly formulated a plan.

Standing just a few feet away from Karen’s hiding place was a young redheaded woman in a green summer dress, sandals, and sunglasses. She was transfixed on the occurrences going on outside the plane just like everyone else.

“Come on, honey… Just a little closer,” Karen muttered.

The woman took a step toward the port side of the plane, trying to catch a better glimpse of what was transpiring outside. As she did so, she walked directly into Karen’s line of sight.

Karen didn’t waste this opportunity. She opened the door, cupped a hand over the woman’s mouth, and pulled her into the lavatory, just as a team of SWAT officers began to board the plane.

Minutes later, an officer knocked on the lavatory door. “Anyone in there?” he inquired in a commanding voice.

The door opened, and a blonde in a green dress and sandals stepped out. She adjusted her sunglasses and gazed at the officer. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you’re clear,” the officer said. “Find your seat. You can leave the plane in a minute.”

Karen smiled inwardly as she sat down in an empty plane seat. Had the officer decided to take even a momentary glimpse at the inside of the lavatory, he would have been met with a sight which would make him think twice about letting Karen go: A young redhead, dressed only in a white bra and panties, tied up and tape-gagged and unconscious, her curved ass planted firmly on the toilet seat. Karen silently thanked the helpless girl for being just about the right size.

Eventually, the SWAT team finished their search, and the passengers were let off the plane.

As Karen exited the plane, she watched as her friends were carted into a police van, which then drove away.

“Don’t worry, girls,” she whispered to herself. “I’ll get you out… real soon.”
1/14/2014, 3:56 am


“Why are you doing this?” April cried out as the police van rumbled over the road.

“Look, Barb,” the dark-haired guard said to her blonde friend. “The chipmunk’s got something to say.”

Both guards laughed. April’s face turned beet red.

“You ladies are all under arrest for drug possession, as though you didn’t know,” the guard said to the nine handcuffed women. “We’ve received a tip that you’ve been smuggling heroin over your various flights, hiding it in your bras and panties.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Liana said. “We’ve got no drugs on us at all.”

The blonde guard grinned at her. “Listen, black sheep,” she said. “If I had a dollar every time one of your kind denied committing a crime, I’d be able to afford a f*cking Lexus. Don’t think those puffy lips of yours can pull a fast one here.”

Liana felt her cheeks burn. She struggled against her handcuffs, but to no avail.

“Please,” Andrea said. “We’re just a group of innocent flight attendants. Just hear us out.”

“I have a daughter at home,” Carla said. “How do you think she’ll feel if her mom has a criminal record?”

“Hope you enjoy your bodies, girls,” Ronika said. “Because as soon as I get free, I’ll be breaking every bone in them.”

But the guards just laughed at every plea and threat thrown their way.

Only Carmela remained completely silent. She had a plan. But it would have to wait…

Eventually, the van came to a stop… right outside the Century Regional Correctional Facility. The prisoners were herded out of the van and into the dank, dusty building.

As they were roughly forced into holding cells, Carmela spoke. “I’d like to make my one phone call.”

“Gonna call your master, huh?” the guard named Barbara laughed. “All right then. Jill, keep an eye on the others.” She grabbed Carmela roughly by the arm and headed for the phone booths.

“Make it quick,” Barbara snapped.

As she turned away, Carmela hastily made a rude gesture behind the woman’s back. Then she picked up the phone and dialed a long string of numbers.

The phone rang one… twice… thrice… and was answered.

“Tracie? Yes, it’s me… Have you successfully packaged all our merchandise? Good… Eighteen women should sell for at least a few million. Anyway… my friends and I are in a bit of trouble… Think you can break the company plane out of our hangar and get to LA? Good… Here’s the situation…”

***************
esercito sconfitto
Posts: 7096
Joined: Tue Jan 12, 2016 12:06 pm

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by esercito sconfitto »

Bethany twirled a lock of brown hair around her finger. She gazed at the phone, her dark eyes never wavering from the receiver.

“What are you doing?” someone asked from behind her.

“I’m waiting for my boss to call,” Bethany replied with a sigh. “She’s been unreachable for days, and I’m hoping… Hey!”

She looked up into Karen’s smiling face.

With a laugh, Bethany jumped up and wrapped her arms around Karen’s trim waist. “You’re back!” she squealed. “I was so worried… Where… How…”

“Easy, Beth,” Karen said. “I’ve had a busy week, and it’s still not over.”

Bethany stepped back and cleared her throat. “Sorry if I seemed a little girly there. The truth is, I have some pretty crushing news.” She took a breath. “A group of SWIM members will be dropping by the studio tomorrow.”

“…SWIM?” Karen replied quizzically.

“The Society of Women’s Image in the Media,” Bethany explained. “They’re a feminist group that lashes out against sexist portrayals of women in the movies and on television. They’re stopping by the studio because they think your show is discriminating to women.”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Bethany replied. “These women aren’t just newspaper critics, Karen. They have real leverage in this city. If they disapprove of your show, they can get you cancelled.”

“Okay, okay…” Karen ran her fingers through her blond hair. “I have other things to worry about right now. And I need your help.”

“Sure,” Bethany replied. “Anything.”

“I knew you’d say that,” Karen smiled. Then she lowered her voice. “Tell me, Beth… have you ever broken someone out of prison?”

************

The truck bearing the words “Provisional Goods” on its side lumbered down the dirt road. As it did every day, the truck was on its way to the Century Regional Correctional Facility, to deliver that day’s food supply to the female inmates. It was a laborious job, but somebody had to do it.

The two somebodies in question were the two women seated in the cab of the truck. Cassidy and Olivia were both dressed in dark green jumpsuits, brown gloves, and black boots, with sunglasses and green delivery caps over their blond heads. They were listening to a Golden Oldies special on the radio as Cassidy steered the truck around the curves.

As she turned a rather sharp corner, though, Cassidy noticed a tree trunk that had fallen in middle of the road. She pressed down hard on the brakes.

“Figures this happens on the day we set out early,” she muttered. “C’mon, Olivia. Let’s see if we can move that hunk of wood.”

The two women stepped out of the truck and padded their way over to the trunk. It was long, but not especially thick. Cassidy put her hands beneath it and tried lifting with all her might. The tree didn’t budge. Olivia stepped next to her and attempted to help out. This time, the tree moved slightly.

“This isn’t going to work,” Cassidy said, mopping her brow. “I think we’ll need to call for help.”

“Oh, I’m afraid no one can help you now, girls,” said a voice from behind them.

The two women turned to see a grinning redhead holding a small spray can, upon which were inscribed the words “Atomized Chloroform”.

The woman pressed down on the plunger, and a stream of vapor shot out of the can. The cloud enveloped Olivia, and the fumes swiftly made their way into her lungs. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground.

Tracie now trained the chloroform can on Cassidy, but the deliverywoman had turned and begun to run away. Tracie prepared to give chase when Cassidy was suddenly grabbed roughly by the shoulder and pulled into a clump of bushes.

Tracie approached the bushes, puzzled and just a little curious. She was surprised to see a young brunette emerge, in the process of zipping up her newly acquired jumpsuit.

“Who are you?” Tracie asked incredulously.

The girl stuck out her hand. “Bethany,” she introduced herself. “I was waiting to ambush this truck in these bushes when I saw you were doing the same. So I decided to help out.”

“Um… thanks,” Tracie replied. “But I don’t have time for this. I’m trying to rescue nine unjustly imprisoned women from the Regional Correctional Facility, and I need a uniform to do it.”

“Hey… I’m also trying to rescue nine women,” Bethany said. “You don’t suppose…”

The two young secretaries quickly exchanged stories. They realized that they were indeed after the same objective.

“So… would you care to make this a team effort?” Bethany inquired.

“I usually prefer not to,” Tracie replied. “But I like your style, kid. Alright, let’s do this.”

After stripping the unconscious Olivia of her boots, gloves, cap, jumpsuit, Tracie stripped herself and dressed in the warm uniform. She and Bethany then left Olivia and Cassidy in their pink bras and panties, tightly bound and gagged to a tree deep in the underbrush, where it would certainly be a long time before anyone found them.

“Seat belt,” Tracie reminded Bethany as they clambered into the truck. She stepped on the gas and headed for the penitentiary.
1/17/2014, 4:11 am


________________________________________

Dodger Stadium was huge. Karen had only been there herself a couple of times, and that was only because her ex-boyfriend had dragged her there. Something about the incessant roaring of fifty thousand fans did little to entertain her.

She wasn’t too happy about having to enter the stadium again, but it had to be done. Bethany would take care of her friends, but that still left Karen up to the task of stopping the threat she was after once and for all. Her intuition told her the trouble would occur at the stadium, and whatever her mysterious adversary was planning, what better time to unleash it than on the night of a big game?

Of course, that still left the question of how to get into the stadium. Tickets were sold out, and it was unlikely that Karen could get past security without one. Unless, that is, she had a disguise…

Karen noticed a number of uniformed girls moving through the lines, dispensing refreshments and souvenirs to the waiting crowd. The girls were identically dressed in red-and-white striped shirts, red mini-shorts, red stockings, white sneakers, and red baseball caps.

Karen’s eye settled on a tall, leggy serving girl of about eighteen years, her blonde hair done up in a ponytail beneath her baseball cap.

Eyes twinkling with malicious intent, Karen approached the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. The young server looked up.

“Excuse me, miss,” Karen said. “Is that your car being towed out behind the parking lot?”

A look of concern crossed the girl’s face. “I don’t know,” she said. “Is it a bright red 2010 Mercedes E-Class?”

“Yes,” Karen immediately replied.

“Oh, shoot,” the girl said. “My mom is gonna kill me.”

She quickly padded her way to the deserted employee parking lot behind the stadium. Karen followed.

A look of puzzlement crossed the girl’s face. “Hey… my car’s fine. It’s right where I parked it. Are you sure I’m the girl you’re looking for?”

“Yes, indeed,” Karen replied. “You’re exactly the right size.”

Before the young blonde could attempt to figure out the implications of that statement, Karen had clamped a viselike hand over her mouth. Karen’s other arm snaked around the girl’s waist, pinning her arms uselessly to her sides and lifting the girl off the ground.

The server moaned and struggled with all her might, but she was clearly outmatched. “Easy, darling,” Karen whispered soothingly into her victim’s ear. “There’s no hope for you to escape. Stop struggling, and I promise to be gentle with you.”

Karen’s honeyed voice continued to whisper into the server’s ear, until the poor girl’s eyes began to flutter. Her struggles eased, and finally ceased.

Karen fished around in the girl’s uniform pocket, and her fingers grasped a set of car keys. She unlocked the large trunk of the Mercedes and stepped inside, pulling her insensible victim in behind her.

Ten minutes later, Karen emerged from the trunk, dressed in the server girl’s uniform, sneakers, stockings, and hat. She was pleased with her outfit, which was both a good fit and accentuated her curves nicely.

The unfortunate souvenir girl now lay in the trunk, dressed in nothing but the white bra and panties she had picked out that morning. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her back, and her ankles were bound together, while her knees had been bent backward and her ankles had been secured to her wrists, to the extent that the heels of her bare feet touched the cheeks of her panty-clad ass.

The girl looked up at Karen weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please,” she said softly, “If my parents find out about this, they’ll ground me for a month. They’ll take away my credit cards and my cell ph-mmmppphhhh”

Karen smoothed a strip of tape over the girl’s ruby red lips. “There, there, sweetheart. It’ll be quite some time before anyone finds you. You won’t have to worry about any teenage drama for a while.”

With that, Karen shut the lid of the trunk and locked the car. As she walked off, she tossed the keys down a nearly sewer drain.

*************

“Halt! Identify yourselves!”

The driver’s window to the provisions truck rolled down, and Tracie stuck her head out. She smiled at the uniformed guard.

“Howdy,” she grinned. “My partner and I are here to deliver some delicious canned beets and gravy to the fine women in this here penitentiary. Care to open the gate?”

The guard eyed Tracie and Bethany suspiciously. “I don’t believe I’ve seen the two of you making the deliveries before,” she said.

“Yes, we usually work on the East Coast,” Tracie immediately replied. “But management’s been shifting things around lately. Wants to keep us on our toes, I suppose.”

The guard nodded. “Have a good day, ladies.”

“Have a great day,” Tracie grinned back. The gate was opened, and she drove through.

A pair of uniformed guards directed them to a space behind the prison cafeteria. As Tracie parked the vehicle, the two guards approached the cab. Both were dressed in grey flannel uniforms with black Kevlar vests, black knee-high boots, and black helmets. Each also carried a gun in her side holster.

“Morning, ladies,” one of the guards said as Tracie and Bethany stepped out of the truck. “Would you mind opening the back of your vehicle for inspection? We can’t be too careful these days.”

“We certainly can’t,” Tracie grinned.

“Right this way,” Bethany gestured.

They led the guards around to the back of the truck. Bethany opened the doors. “After you,” she gestured to the guards.

The uniformed gunwomen climbed into the truck and began poking around. Tracie followed them inside, pulling Bethany up after her. Whistling softly to herself, Bethany shut the doors behind her.

The truck rocked back and forth for a few minutes. Occasional thumps and a few muffled squeals were heard coming from inside – however, any passerby would likely attribute this to the vehicle’s engine. How could they know, after all, that the truck housed two female law officers who were currently in the process of being chloroformed and divested of their clothes?

After a few minutes, the rocking subsided. Tracie and Bethany emerged from the van, dressed in the uniforms and boots of the guards they had overpowered.

“Sorry, ladies,” Tracie smiled. “Guess you weren’t careful enough.”

Had the guards been awake to hear their assailant’s remark, they likely would have agreed with her. The women were down to their red bras and panties, bound facing each other in a large crate, their breasts pressing against each other’s. Their lips were also pressed to each other’s, and a length of tape had been wound around both their heads, gagging them most effectively.

“It’s called a ‘kissing gag’” Bethany explained to Tracie. “A sorority girl at college taught it to me.”

Tracie laughed. “Now I wish I’d gone to college,” she said.

They shut and bolted the doors to the truck, leaving their hapless victims to enjoy each other’s company.

*************

The prisoners had been divided into separate sections of the facility. April, Ronika, and Carmela occupied a cell in the west sector. Debbie, Carla, and Alyssa were locked away somewhere in the south sector. And Bonita, Liana, and Andrea had been stowed in a cell in the east sector.

Tracie and Bethany entered the west sector of the prison, heels clicking on the concrete floor. They saluted other guards who passed them. Not once were they stopped or questioned, proving their disguises to be very effective indeed.

After searching high and low for several minutes, the two finally came across the cell they were looking for. Tracie lifted her nightstick and tapped on the bars.

April sat in the corner performing exercises, and didn’t look up. Ronika did, though. She was about to start swearing at the two guards standing there, when Carmela spoke first.

“I knew you’d come,” she smiled brightly.

“Anything for you, boss,” Tracie replied. “Now I was wondering if we could talk about my salary…”

“The hell’s going on?” Ronika asked.

“Ronika, April,” Carmela said. “This is my secretary, Tracie, and… er…”

“Bethany,” Bethany introduced herself. “I’m a friend of Karen’s.”

April brightened. “She sent you to rescue us?”

“Bingo,” Bethany replied. “And speaking of which, let’s get the three of you out of here.”

She removed a stolen keycard from her pocket and swiped it through the door’s access pad. There was a click, and the cell door slid open.

“Awesome!” April said with a smile.

“Indeed,” Carmela added.

“And how do you plan to get us out of here?” Ronika snapped. “You think the other guards will let the two of you just waltz right out of here with three prisoners?”

“We don’t plan on doing any waltzing,” Tracie replied. “Come on.”

The two “guards”, with the three prisoners in tow, made their way down to the wing’s medical clinic.
1/21/2014, 3:43 am



Three nurses were now at work inside the clinic. The two busty blondes and one equally busty brunette were seated at their desks and organizing paperwork. They only looked up when Tracie and Bethany walked in with their prisoners.

“May I help you?” asked the brunette.

Tracie eyed the woman up and down. Like her companions, the nurse was dressed in a white button-down blouse and knee-length skirt, with off white tights and white lace-up shoes. Her hair was done up in a bun beneath her nursing cap.

“Howdy,” Tracie smiled. “These girls are here for their physicals. Think you can squeeze ‘em in?”

The nurse consulted her notes. A look of confusion crossed her face. “We don’t have any physicals on the schedule for right now,” she said. “Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake?”

Tracie scratched her head. “Well, shoot. Guess I just plum forgot to schedule ‘em.”

The nurse smiled. “No worries,” she said. “Things are pretty docile around here. I think we can manage three quick physicals. Who’s first?”

April raised her hand. The brunette nurse led her into the examination room in the back.

“Please remove your prison garb,” the nurse told April once they were alone. April quickly complied.

“Thank you. Now, I’m going to give you a flu shot. There are all kinds of diseases floating around here.”

The nurse began preparing a syringe. As she did, she turned her back to April – exactly what the young woman wanted.

Just as she finished prepping the needle, the nurse was grabbed from behind. April swiftly grabbed the syringe and held it at the nurse’s neck.

“Okay, Hot Lips,” she whispered. “Now why don’t you shimmy out of that uniform before this here needle decides to give you a very, very sore throat.”

The nurse gulped. She reached for the top button on her blouse and unbuttoned it.

“That’s right, doll… Now the other buttons… Good. Now kick off those shoes… quietly! That’s a good girl… No, leave the hat on… Just take off that skirt and slide out of those tights… Excellent… What a marvelous figure you have. Now if you’ll be so kind as to remove your bra and panties…”

The nurse now stood completely naked, apart from the small white cap on her head. She looked fearfully at April, wondering what her captor planned to do.

“Don’t worry, sweetmeat. Just keep following orders and you’ll be fine. Now here’s what I want you to do next…”

The two blonde nurses worked at their desks, while Tracie, Bethany, Carmela, and Ronika sat on chairs nearby. Tracie glanced at her watch. She wondered what was taking so long.

At that moment, the brunette nurse stuck her head through the curtain which separated the waiting room from the examination room. “Nurse Felicia,” she addressed the taller of her blonde companions, “would you please bring in the next patient?”

The blonde stood up and motioned for Carmela to follow her. As Carmela stood up, she removed a few tissues from the box on the coffee table.

As the two stepped inside, the blonde nurse was stunned by what she saw. Her fellow nurse was naked from the neck down and was clearly a prisoner of April’s. The blonde opened her mouth to scream, but Carmela quickly took the opportunity to stuff a wad of tissues into her mouth.

“Can’t have you blowing our cover, can we, chica?” Carmela smiled as she wrestled the girl into a sleeper hold. Within seconds, the blonde was down for the count.

As Carmela began stripping her, April made another gesture to the brunette nurse, who again stuck her head out through the curtain and called for the other blonde nurse to bring the last patient in. As the blonde led Ronika into the exam room, she was stunned just as her previous companion was, giving Ronika ample opportunity to punch her lights out.

“Thanks, dear,” April told the brunette nurse as Ronika began stripping her victim. “You’ve been a big help.” Then she dealt a swift neck chop to the base of her skull.

Soon, three nurses lay completely naked on the cold examination room floor, while three women stood over them, hastily pulling on warm underwear, tights, blouses, skirts, shoes, and hats. Once that was done, April grabbed three rolls of medical gauze from the drawer.

“All right, girls,” she said with a smile. “Let’s wrap things up.”

Ronika rolled her eyes.

The women set to work, winding medical tape around the unconscious nurses’ ankles. Without stopping, they continued to wind the tape over the knees, upper thighs, waists, chests, and mouths. Before long, the three nurses had become mummified in medical gauze, right up to their petite noses. They were carried into a dark supply closet and unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

April, Carmela, and Ronika exited the examination room, well-disguised and smiling. Bethany and Tracie smiled back.

“Excellent work, girls,” Tracie said. “Now here’s where I believe we should split up. Carmela, you and I will rescue the girls in the south sector. The rest of you, find the girls in the east sector. Let’s move, ladies!”

*************

“Popcorn. Pretzels. Peanuts!”

Karen moved through the stands of the roaring crowd, serving refreshments and hoping with all her might that her eardrums wouldn’t pop. She was still not a fan of large stadiums.

Was there anything suspicious going on? She couldn’t tell. There were 50,000 people in the stadium, and any one of them could be the person she was looking for.

Well, not any one of them. She knew she was looking for a woman. So that left only about 15,000 options.

As she neared the field, Karen overheard two security guards talking.

“What time are the cheerleaders performing their routine?” one asked.

“About twenty minutes,” the other replied. “They’re just about finished getting prepped in the locker room.”

An idea flashed in Karen’s head. A cheerleader could gain access to the main field. She could scout the area from a far greater distance.

It was worth a shot.

She made her way out of the stands and headed inside to stadium complex, after telling the guards that she needed to refill her snack box. From there, it was a matter of following the signs to the cheerleaders’ locker room.

As she neared the locker room, the door swung open. Karen quickly hid behind a pillar.

Eight cheerleaders filed out, talking and giggling with one another. The girls were identically dressed in tight-fitting, long-sleeved, blue skirts, sparkling blue blouses, and white knee-high boots.

As the girls headed down the hall to the field, one of them suddenly stopped and turned back. “I forgot my headband, guys,” she said. “Go on ahead. I’ll catch up.” The leggy, bosomy redhead stepped back inside the locker room.

A very wicked smile spread across Karen’s face. She followed the cheerleader inside the locker room and silently shut the door.

The redhead was sifting through her tote bag. The sound of shoes squeaking on a polished tile floor alerted her. She turned around just in time to see a grinning refreshments girl lunging at her.

The uniform fit like a glove. The boots were a little large, but Karen compensated by padding them with tissue paper. Overall, she couldn’t complain about her choice.

The real cheerleader could complain, though – and she probably would have, if not for the fact that she was unconscious and currently gagged with tape. She was nude apart from a blue bra and white panties, and her wrists and ankles were well-secured with flex.

Karen looked around the locker room. It seemed that the best place to stow her victim was inside one of the lockers. She dragged the insensible girl over to one of the larger lockers and swung it open.

A gasp escaped from her lips. Currently stuffed in the locker was another girl, bound and gagged and stripped down to her underwear!

Karen nudged the woman on the cheek. “Hey… hey! Wake up!”

The young brunette stirred. Karen grasped the edge of her tape-gag and quickly ripped it off.

“Ouch! Ow… What the hell am I doing in here?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Karen replied.

“I… I don’t know… I arrived early to get ready for the big game… I entered the locker room… Suddenly, some woman jumped me.”

“Did you get a good look at her?” Karen pressed.

“I… I don’t think so… I just noticed that she had blonde hair.”

Karen thought quickly. One of the cheerleaders she had passed in the hallway earlier was clearly an imposter. And it stood to reason that this imposter was also the mysterious woman she was hunting for.

“Thank you for your help,” Karen told the bound brunette. “Now, I’m very sorry about this…” She lifted the roll of duct tape.

“Hey, what the ffffmmmmmpppphhhh!” the cheerleader tried to protest before Karen had gagged her with a fresh strip of tape.

“I don’t want anything to alert the woman I’m after until this is all over,” Karen explained. “But don’t feel too bad… I’ve brought you a playmate.”

Karen shoved the bound-and-gagged redheaded cheerleader into the locker, causing the brunette to squeal loudly in protest. The redhead’s bra-clad breasts pressed against the brunette’s, and shifting around only entangled the women further.

“Have fun, girls,” Karen winked. She shut the locker and padlocked it.

________________________________________

Carla leaned back on the cell’s hardwood bed and sighed. Her daughter was probably worried sick at this point, wondering where her mother had gone. Carla wanted more than anything to see her girl again, but the chances of that grew slimmer by the minute.

Debbie and Alyssa stood off to one side of the cell, quietly conferring with one another.

“Okay, I’ve got a plan,” Alyssa whispered. “Pretend you’re sick. Start moaning. I’ll call the guards to come check on you. As soon as they enter the cell, we jump them, swipe their clothes, and get the hell out of here.”

Debbie looked hesitant. “I don’t know,” she said. “That’s a pretty old trick, isn’t it?”

Alyssa grinned. “Well, like my good friend Carmela always says… White girls always fall for the old ones.” She paused. “No offense, blanca.”

“None taken… I think,” Debbie replied.

The two guards stood on either side of the cell, resplendent in blue button-down uniforms, black pencil skirts, polished black high-heel boots, and peaked black hats atop their pretty blonde heads. They were facing outward with dedicated concentration, but were jerked back to reality by a sudden noise from inside the cell.

“Officers… help! That poor girl is having a seizure!”

The guards turned and saw Alyssa pointing at Debbie, who was currently convulsing on the floor.

“Please, you’ve got to help!” Alyssa begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The two guards exchanged a glance. Then one unlocked the door and swung it open. Both stepped inside, guns drawn and ready in the case of trouble.

One of the guards knelt by Debbie, while the other kept a close eye on Alyssa.

“Are you okay?” the first guard asked Debbie.

The convulsing girl suddenly grabbed the guard’s arm and twisted it sharply. The blonde let out a scream and dropped her weapon.

At the sound of the scream, the guard’s friend turned, momentarily diverting her attention away from Alyssa – who took the opportunity to deal a swift karate chop to the woman’s wrist. The gun clattered to the floor.

Alyssa and Debbie each wrestled with one of their captors, but the uniformed women were stronger than they looked. The taller blonde used her long legs to pin Alyssa to the floor, then lunged for her gun. At the same time, the other blonde awarded Debbie for her deceitful efforts with an elbow between the eyes and rolled away.

Both guards quickly staggered to their feet and aimed guns at the two prisoners, who now lay dazed on the floor.

“Big mistake, b*tches,” the tall blonde said. “You two just bought yourselves a one-way ticket to maximum security.”

So engrossed were the guards in keeping their guns trained on the two prisoners that neither had even noticed Carla lying on the bed on the other side of the cell. Nor had they noticed when the tall, grinning woman arose silently from the bed and padded slowly up behind them.

The guards gasped as two hands shot out and grabbed their heads, before bringing them together with alarming swiftness. There was a satisfying CRACK as the two blonde heads connected, and the two uniformed women now slumped insensibly to the floor.

Carla turned to her two cellmates. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get stripping!”

Soon, Debbie and Alyssa were buttoning up the shirts, belting in the skirts, and pulling on the boots they had removed from the bodies of the unconscious, near-naked guards whom Carla was currently in the process of binding and gagging.

“You girls fit nicely into those uniforms,” Carla smiled. “A shame there are none left for me.”

Before either of her cellmates could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps cut through the air. Carla lifted a finger to her lips.

Moments later, a pretty young nurse entered the cell. Grinning, Carla lunged at her.

With surprising speed, the nurse grabbed Carla’s wrists and flipped her over onto her back. She pinned the woman’s arms to the floor.

“Easy, sunbeam. I’m on your side here.”

Carla was about to protest when a tall, dark security guard entered the room. Carla raised her eyebrows.

“Carmela?”

“In the flesh,” Carmela grinned. “Now why don’t you and my secretary stop tussling around and let us rescue you. Bueno?”

Carla stood up and helped the disguised Tracie to her feet. “Appreciate the effort, Carm,” she said, “but we’re currently doing a pretty good job of rescuing ourselves.”

“I see,” Carmela smiled approvingly, glancing at the two helpless, underwear-clad guards. “But I also see you’ve only acquired two out of three uniforms. Allow me to assist you here.”

It took a little searching, but Carmela eventually found a six-foot, muscular guard patrolling the halls. “Hey, chica,” she said. “Mind helping me out? There’s something wrong with the lights in the east wing. I think a fuse might have burned out.”

Obligingly, the guard followed her to a nearby fuse box. Carmela pointed. “Look.”

The brunette leaned closely in to see the fuse box. “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong here… It… mmmmpppphhhh…”

She clutched her neck as Carmela applied an extra-strong sleeper hold. The guard tried to pry her loose, but after four seconds it was all academic.

Carmela dragged the tall woman into a storage closet, where she exchanged the woman’s uniform and boots for nylon rope and duct tape. “Thanks, chica,” she grinned. “I knew you could help me out.”

Carmela gave the uniform to Carla, who graciously donned it.

“Let’s meet up with the others,” Carmela said. “I’m sure they’ve completed their work by now.”

*************

“Ouch, this uniform is tight,” Liana winced.

“Serves you right,” Bonita retorted. “You’re the one who wanted to wait until those two racist guards came along.”

She gestured at the two women lay on the floor – the two guards who had transported them to the prison in the first place. The women were now bound and gagged and dressed only in their underwear… and needless to say, they did not look happy.

“Those b*tches needed a lesson,” Liana said as she pulled on the black boots that had previously adorned Barbara’s feet. “No one insults Liana Ramona Magdalena Gutierrez and gets away with it.”

Bonita rolled her eyes, then turned to Andrea. “Of course, we still have to find a uniform for you…”

“No,” Andrea said. “I refuse to hurt any more innocent women, just for their clothing. It’s… barbaric.”

Bonita scowled. She turned to April, Ronika, and Bethany, who had recently arrived and freed them. “Could one of you knock some sense into her head, please?”

“I’ll do it,” Ronika replied.

“No,” April said. “Let me talk to her.”

She approached Andrea, and began speaking softly. “Darling,” she said, “do you know how much these last few days have been a learning experience for me? I’m a dancer – been that way since I was little. I would never think of taking on other occupations – ship cadet, nurse, skydiver, flight attendant. No, it was all dancing, all the time. But in these last few days, I’ve had the honor to try out all these occupations, and many more. I’ve experienced a world in a matter of days.” She paused. “This has been the greatest week of my life.”

Andrea paused, then sighed.

“Let me take care of it myself,” she told the others. “I want to make sure the girl isn’t harmed.”

She stepped out of the cell and made her way to a large broom closet. She hid and waited… but did not wait long. A nurse in a white uniform and shoes walked down the hallway, flipping through a clipboard. As she walked past the closet, the door swung open, and she was pulled inside.

Whispering an apology, Andrea entrapped the girl’s arms, then dealt a quick blow to the base of her neck. The woman shuddered momentarily, then slipped into unconsciousness.

After stripping the woman down to her bra and panties, Andrea used some baling twine from the closet to secure her wrists and ankles. Then she tied a cloth over the nurse’s mouth. The uniform was a little tight, but Andrea didn’t mind – she was glad she was at least feeling a little physical discomfort for what she was doing. Once she had finished dressing, she gave the unconscious girl a kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep well, sweetheart,” she said. “Someday, I’ll pay you back for this.”

She locked the closet and returned to the others. “All right, I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”


The Greatest Actress of All
________________________________________

Karen felt exhausted and dejected. Despite all her espionage and detective work, none of the cheerleaders had done anything suspicious since the game began. Karen had played along with them and their cheers – they had been too busy having fun to notice that she was an imposter – but nothing she could sense had gone awry.

Karen was getting desperate. This might explain why she now stood in the locker room once again, with seven naked, bound, and gagged young cheerleaders lying unconscious on the floor before her. Karen had subdued them all in order to study them closer, but as she inspected each girl carefully, she discovered – much to her increasing frustration – that not one of them was in fact a true blonde.

‘Who was the blonde imposter?’ she thought. Karen ran her fingers through her own blonde hair, and a few locks fell over her eyes. Karen brushed them away, wishing she had a headband to hold her hair in place.

An idea suddenly came to her. Karen stepped away from the bound-and-gagged plethora of cheerleaders and stepped toward the lockers. She found the one she was looking for and swung it open.

Inside the locker was crammed a brunette cheerleader… but not her redheaded playmate.

Karen pulled the tape off the brunette’s mouth.

“Ow! Stop doing that!”

“Where’s your friend?” Karen pressed.

“I don’t know,” the brunette replied. “She freed herself a little while ago. I was hoping she’d free me too, but she just re-locked the locker and ran off.”

Karen smacked her forehead. “I can’t believe how stupid I am.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” the brunette replied. “Now are you letting me go, or… mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh!”

Karen smoothed a new piece of tape over the girl’s mouth. “Conserve your strength, honey. You’ll look prettier.”

She relocked the locker and hurried out of the room.
esercito sconfitto
Posts: 7096
Joined: Tue Jan 12, 2016 12:06 pm

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by esercito sconfitto »

****************

Dressed only in a bathrobe she had acquired from the locker room, the young redhead stood hunched over the control panel in the stadium’s security room. She pressed buttons with concentrated passion, occasionally glancing at the screens before her. She tapped a few keys and pressed “Enter”.
“Can I help you?”
The redhead turned. A young secretary stood in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee, a quizzical look on her face.

The redhead removed a gleaming revolver from her bathrobe and fired once. A soft “phut” emitted from the silenced weapon before the bullet did its work.

Stepping over the dead girl’s body, the redhead hurried out of the room. She smiled. Her plan was working to perfection.

As she turned the corner, the redhead noticed a man and woman flirting with each other and making out against a wall. The couple stopped what they were doing and looked up at the newcomer.

Phut. Phut.

The security door was locked, but the redhead found a keycard in the man’s pocket. She stepped through the door and ran down a long corridor to the exit. She pushed the door open with a triumphant smile.

“Surprise,” Karen said. She punched the woman squarely across the face.

The redhead went down, groaning. She reached for her gun… only for Karen to kick it away.

Angrily, the redhead staggered to her feet. “You won’t stop me. I’ll kill you. I’ll kill anyone who – oomph!”

She went down again as Karen’s knee entered her abdomen. She lay there, unconscious, on the concrete.

“I don’t think you’ll be doing much killing where you’re headed, Red,” Karen replied. “But you’re not really a redhead, are you? Let’s take a peek under that wig…”

Karen tugged at the woman’s hair, and it came off. The woman’s blonde locks fell around her head.

Karen gasped as she stared at the woman’s face.

She recognized the woman – it was a woman she had met days ago, before her entire escapade had even begun.

It was Penelope Swann.

***************

Penelope opened her eyes. She tried to brush the blonde hair out of them, only to find that she couldn’t move her arms.

Her wrists were bound behind her back. Her ankles were bound, too, and her mouth was taped shut. She was in a tight, confined space, leaving her precious room to maneuver even if she could.

It felt like she was moving, with the occasional bump. Penelope surmised that she was in a car trunk. The b*tch who had knocked her out was likely taking her to the nearest police station.

Well, dear, Penelope smiled inwardly, I have a couple of surprises for you.

She began taking deep breaths, tensing her muscles, then quickly relaxing. She did this several times. In this manner, she slowly began achieving a good deal of slack in the ropes which bound her.

After a few minutes, Karen pulled her car into an indoor parking lot and turned off the engine.

Gun in hand, she went around to the back of the car and unlocked the trunk. “Rise and shine, sweetie – uhh!” Penelope kicked the trunk open from the inside, knocking Karen backwards. Penelope sprang out of the trunk and grabbed Karen’s gun. She ran off, with Karen in hot pursuit.

Penelope ran through an inner doorway. Karen followed, but did not see Penelope’s foot in time for it to trip her. She fell to the ground and lay sprawling.

The room was dark, but Karen could still see the gleaming revolver Penelope now pointed at her chest.

“You’re a clever one, aren’t you?” Penelope said. “I mean, I tried to get you off my back. But you still managed to survive that fake anonymous tip about flight attendants smuggling drugs, didn’t you?”

Karen staggered to her feet. Penelope locked and readied the gun. “Not a chance, darling. I could kill you before you take another step.”

“Why?” Karen said. “Why would you do all this? You’re rich. You’re famous. You’re beautiful…”

“Beautiful, am I?” Penelope retorted. “Well, Celebrities’ Weekly didn’t seem too think so. They placed me at #14 on their list. Fourteen! As if there could even be one woman in the world more beautiful than I, let alone thirteen.”

“But… it’s just a list,” Karen said. “It has no meaning. I’m sure a lot of people disagree…”

Penelope began to laugh. “You don’t understand how Hollywood works, do you?” she said. “Those lists mean everything. They determine your success, your money, your fans.”

“I’m not sure your fans would appreciate it if you made them all ugly,” Karen said.

“Oh, please,” Penelope scoffed. “I was only taking a precautionary measure. I wanted to make sure everyone knew who the most beautiful woman in the world was.”

“So… when you went on that ship to Hawaii…”

“It was to prepare everything with the girls who worked for me. I promised them that they would be the most beautiful women on the planet… Little did they know that I planned to hide a bomb aboard their plane as soon as our plan had taken effect.” She laughed. “No one else deserves to share my beauty.”

“But… why did you come back to Los Angeles?” Karen asked.

“I learned that you were after me from one of my spies,” Penelope replied. “I had to make sure that, in case anything went wrong, I would be able to use a backup plan, spreading a virus throughout Dodger Stadium and numerous other well-populated places, so that it would be carried across the country and, in turn, the globe. Pretty soon, I would inarguably be the only beautiful person in the world!”

“I don’t understand all this,” Karen said, her voice beginning to crack. “How did you pull all this off? No one who knew you suspected a thing.”

“What can I say?” Penelope smiled as she leveled the gun at Karen’s forehead. “I’m just the greatest actress in the world.”

She squeezed the trigger. There was a loud BANG as the gun went off.

Penelope blinked. Karen still stood there, and now she was smiling.

“Second-greatest,” Karen said curtly.

“And… CUT!” a voice rang out.

Penelope looked around frantically as the lights suddenly came on. “Wh… what the hell…”

Several studio executives, including the director of “Amazon Island”, stepped out of the shadows. Several police officers also stepped out, guns pointed at Penelope.

“What’s going on?” Penelope cried out in an increasingly panicky voice.

“Oh, I needed you to confess to everything,” Karen explained with a smile. “So I arranged a little surprise at your movie studio, complete with the police force and a gun filled with blanks. Worked pretty well, don’t you think?”

“But… but…” Penelope struggled to find the words.

“Ma’am, you’re under arrest.” A pair of guards approached her. One snapped handcuffs on her wrists.

The realization that she had been tricked now dawned on Penelope. She whirled at Karen, eyes blazing. “I’ll kill you. I don’t care how long it takes, I don’t care where you try to hide. I’ll find you, and I’ll kill you.”

“Sure you will,” Karen said as Penelope was led away. “But first, why don’t you just enjoy a nice, long lifetime prison sentence.”

Penelope began cursing angrily, until one of the guards tased her.

The director of “Amazon Island” approached Karen. “Miss Holmes, how can we thank you? You don’t know how many lives you’ve just saved.”

“Well,” Karen smiled, “It was nothing, really. Though I suppose a small reward wouldn’t hurt…”

A production assistant approached the director. “Excuse me, sir. Do you remember the janitor who went missing last week? We just found her.”

Karen glanced at her watch. “Yikes, it’s getting late. Gotta go.”


Margaret Fenwick glanced at her watch as she and her nine coworkers stood by the side of the road.

Although Margaret was one of the most prominent and influential members of SWIM, the bus which would carry her and her girls to the nearby television studio had not yet arrived to pick her up. She tapped a high-heeled foot on the ground and brushed a thread from her lengthy dark pantsuit.

“Want me to call the driver again?” one of her identically pantsuited girls piped up.

“No need, Cheryl,” Margaret said suddenly. “I believe I hear something now.”

The ten women all turned to the sound of a rumbling engine and tires on gravel. A mammoth blue-green bus pulled up to the side of the road. On its side were emblazoned the words “Society of Women’s Image in the Media”.

“What took you so long?” Margaret snapped at the uniformed driver.

The driver opened her front window and grinned at Margaret. “Dreadfully sorry, ma’am. I felt the call of nature, as the saying goes.”

Margaret sighed, but motioned to her girls. “Come on, ladies. Let’s hustle.”

The girls piled onto the bus, eager to get going.

Once they were on the bus, though, their eagerness faded considerably.

Ten women stood on the bus, some dressed as security guards, others as nurses. They all pointed guns at the ten women who had just arrived.

“Afternoon, ladies,” April said. “I’d advise you all not to make a sound. Now start wriggling your way out of those pantsuits.”

“What… what is the meaning of…” Margaret stammered.

“It means that we’ll be taking your place – along with your clothes – while you girls all enjoy a nice, restful slumber out in the middle of the woods where it will be a very long time before any of you are found.”

A couple of girls at the rear tried to turn and exit the bus… only to find the smiling driver pointing a gun at them as well.

“I’d advise you to cooperate,” April said. “Otherwise, you may get the same treatment as your unfortunate driver here.”

So speaking, she and the other gunwomen moved out of the way. Margaret and her fellow SWIM girls gasped. Sitting on the back seat of the bus was the real driver, stripped down to her aqua blue bra and panties. She was bound hand, foot, and crotch with nylon cord, and was blindfolded and gagged with duct tape. The woman’s chin rested on her knees, and even the slightest movement clearly brought her considerable pain.

“Last chance, girls. Start stripping, or we get annoyed.”

Hastily, Margaret began unbuttoning her pantsuit. “Do as they say, girls,” she commanded her disciples in a shaky voice.

For a while, the only sounds that echoed in the large bus were those of buttons being unclasped and the rustle of cloth being removed from silky female skin. The sounds which next followed were those of ropes being pulled tight and duct tape being smoothed over lips bulging with cotton cloth.

The bus was driven deep into the woods, and the ten bound-and-gagged, bra-and-panty-clad feminists were secured to a grove of trees where it was very, very unlikely that they would soon be found and rescued.

April, Bonita, Debbie, Carmela, Alyssa, Liana, Carla, Andrea, Ronika, and Tracie hastily dressed in their newly acquired pantsuits and heels, while Bethany, dressed as their driver, hustled them onto the bus. “Come on, ladies. We’ve got one last thing to do before we can wrap this all up.”

***************

Karen bit her lip as the makeup artists hurried to apply blusher and mascara to her face in order to prepare her for the cameras. What would she say to her audience?

She needed a story, fast. The adventure she had spent the last few days embarking on had been fun, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that the romance-craving viewers of “Behind the Sparks” tuned in for.

Besides, she was nervous about the SWIM women – what would they do to her show if it didn’t meet their approval?

Karen sat down at her desk, and the cameras all trained on her. The director spoke. “In five… four… three… two…”

Karen smiled. “Good evening, I’m Karen Holmes, coming to you from North Hollywood. Tonight, we have a spectacular show for you.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Karen noticed ten women filing into the room. They were dressed in pantsuits and appeared to be the women of SWIM. Upon closer inspection, Karen recognized them… and smiled.

“As I said, we have a spectacular show for you… Has anyone heard of actress and former leading lady Penelope Swann?”

**************

Karen left out most of her own part in telling the story, as well as the parts of her friends, for discretionary purposes. She did, however, make sure to thank a few anonymous people.

“And to the woman of the uniformed services, we owe an incredible debt of gratitude. We should always, of course, be thankful for these women – the nurses, stewardesses, cadets, and all those others who make the world a little safer every day. But they all played an extra-special part in helping to capture Penelope and her misguided girl band, so I can only extend my greatest gratitude to them… and their uniforms.”

The studio audience applauded. So did the imposters from SWIM.

“And I have one more thing to say,” Karen told the cameras. “To all you girls out there watching this: Your beauty is a gift. Treasure it. Love it. Because no one can ever take it away from you.” She blew a kiss o the camera. “Good night, everyone.”
2/7/2014, 4:33 am Share Link to this post Send Email to tirepanted Send PM to tirepanted Blog
tirepanted
Registered user
Global user

Registered: 08-2012
Posts: 62
Edit | Delete | Reply | Quote
Re: The Greatest Actress of All

EPILOGUE:

Carla unlocked her door and stepped inside. She sighed peacefully. Home at last.

Dropping down on the couch, she called out to her daughter. “Megan? You home?”

Her teenage daughter entered the room. “Mom? Where’ve you been these last few days?”

“A business trip, sweetheart,” Carla answered. “You know how it is. I’ve been doing a lot of work.”

“I don’t understand,” her daughter inquired. “What is it that you do again?”

“I told you, sweetheart,” Carla replied. “I’m in the clothing trade. These last few days, I’ve made several transactions regarding women’s apparel.”

Megan paused, then sighed. “Whatever.”

“Hey, honey,” Carla said suddenly. “You want to go out for ice cream?”

“Ice cream?” Megan said. “Well… I’d love to, but I’ve got cheerleader practice in an hour.”

“Well, we can go right now,” Carla said. “I’ll drive you to practice afterwards.”

Okay,” Megan agreed.

As they piled into the minivan, Carla made a mental note to revoke her daughter’s cheerleader membership. That profession had become a little too risky as of late…

***************

The phone rang. Liana answered.

“Hokele Hotel. How may I assist you?”

She paused. “Ah… a swimsuit convention? You’d like to hold it here? Let me check our schedule…”

She turned to Alyssa, who was dressed in a receptionist’s uniform identical to her own. “Aly, mark down a swimsuit convention in our… ‘private’ files.”

Alyssa grinned.

Liana returned to the phone. “Yes, it’s all set for Monday evening. But be sure to send your twenty girls through the back entrance. The front will cause too much of a stir. Yes, indeed… Bye.”

She hung up the phone, then grinned at Alyssa. “We are going to be rich. Be ready Monday night with a large dose of chloroform gas.”

“Will anyone else at the hotel know about the convention?” Alyssa inquired.

“Of course not,” Liana replied. “We catch the girls before anyone even knows they’re here, tie them up, and drive ‘em straight to Carmela. Just like we’ll be doing with Blonde and Blonder tonight.”

So saying, she peeked through the doorway which led to the small closet behind the receptionist’s desk. Inside were two blonde women, stripped to their white bras and panties, tape-gagged and hogtied, mewling pathetically to be set free.”

“Sorry, girls,” Liana said with a twinkle in her eye. “But a promise is a promise.”

She shut the door and turned to Alyssa. “You know, companera,” she said, “I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”

***************

Carmela checked through her documents. “Excellent!” she smiled. “The way things are scheduled, we’re set to do more business than ever before.” She grinned at Tracie. “You truly are the perfect employee.”

Tracie grinned. “Well, it wasn’t all my idea,” she said with a smile. “Your new security guard tracked down a lot of locales where pretty girls can frequently be found.”

Carmela smiled at Ronika. “Thank you, dear. You’re better than all six of my previous guards combined.”

“Well, I’d better be getting six times the money,” Ronika snapped. “And don’t have your secretary try to tie me up and ship me off, either. I’ll kick her ass from here to Alaska. And back.”

Tracie laughed. “No worries, Ronny,” she said. “Now, let’s look at the schedule… Liana and Alyssa are out catching some swimsuit gals, and it looks like there’s a busload of Catholic schoolgirls heading into town...”

“Don’t call me Ronny,” Ronika snapped.

“Okay. So, anyway…”

***************

The audience erupted into applause. April, Debbie, and Bonita all curtsied, before exiting the stage.

“The Nightingales, ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer said. “The most talented ballet group in the country! Weren’t they wonderful?”

Backstage, April let out a deep breath. “They like us… They really like us!”

“Yeah.” Bonita shifted in her dress, which, like those of her two friends, consisted of a purple leotard and tights, violet dancing shoes, and a dark blue feathered headdress with a mask. “This dress is a bit too constricting, though.”

“I told you to let me have the blonde,” Debbie retorted. “I told you she was closer to my size. But no…”

The three young women reached their dressing room. April knocked twice, then four times, then three times.

Andrea opened the door. “Hey, guys,” she said. “I watched you on the monitor. You all totally kicked butt tonight.”

“Thanks, Andy,” April replied. “Hiring you as our agent was a smart move. We never would have gotten a New York gig without your help.”

“Well… don’t forget the help of the real Nightingales.” Andrea gestured at three women who lay in an unconscious pile on the floor, stripped down to their bras and panties. They were all bound hand and foot with nylon and gagged with duct tape.

“Thanks, girls,” Debbie said “Hope you don’t mind our stealing the spotlight tonight. And by the way… love these uniforms.”

The “Nightingales”, along with their new booking agent, talked and laughed as they headed out of the room. April stopped by the door and turned back to the three unwillingly sleeping beauties.

“Sweet dreams, girls,” she whispered. “And remember… it’s nothing personal.”

*******************

Karen arose from her bed and stretched, her lithe muscles tightening across her fine, firm, fit body.

She enjoyed the clothes she was wearing. This was because she was wearing no clothes at all. Her purest beauty was on display, though with no windows in her room, no one was there to admire it.

She padded across the room, her feet digging soft grooves into the lush carpet. She stepped into the bathroom, and from there, into the shower. She turned the faucet, letting hot, steaming water wash its way over her naked body.

Lovely, she thought. She wished she could stay in the shower all day. But no, she had other matters to attend to. Major, important matters.

She needed some clothes, of course. But oh, her current outfits were so drab. They were unbecoming of such a handsome girl.

Perhaps she would purchase new clothing today. Or perhaps she would borrow something from her neighbors.

But most likely, she mused with a smile, she would steal them.

Karen glanced at the headlines. Apparently, something romantic was brewing between the hero and heroine of the upcoming movie “Cowgirls In Space”.

THE END
rufusluciusivan
Posts: 1225
Joined: Thu Feb 02, 2017 5:08 pm

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by rufusluciusivan »

The first Tirepanted story I've ever read and one of the longest I've ever seen. Also one of my favorites, along with Spy in Sunglasses, All tied up and nowhere to go, and To steal a spacesuit.

As I said before, the descriptions are good and detailed, I like the fact that there is an underlying plot, and the interactions and contrasting personalities of the characters are one of the best part of it.

I forgot to talk about three things though. First, its length is one of its main strengths as it gives it a wide array of different damsels, situations, uniforms, bondages, etc... Second, another aspect I find very well-done in this story (and others), is how the different storylines unfold and, little by little, merge together. Third, I like the fact that, sometimes, the story gives us the POV of one of the unlucky victims (either before or after the abduction). Again, it adds diversity and is interesting to read.
tirepanted3
Posts: 1934
Joined: Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:40 am

Re: "The Greatest Actress of All" by Tirepanted

Post by tirepanted3 »

I probably had more fun writing "Greatest Actress" than any other story. I tried to make it as long and complicated as possible, while still coming together as a coherent story. I tried to introduce a new character every few paragraphs, knowing that they would ultimately all come together by the end. I also tried to give each woman her own personality and character arc, and tried not to feature the same type of uniform getting stolen in more than one scene. It was difficult, but I was quite happy with how it turned out.
Post Reply

Return to “Stories by Tirepanted”