Ambush ( Posted with Permission)

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IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY YOU’D BETTER GO IN DISGUISE!!!!!


SCENE 1







It was a perfect summer morning, actually an Indian or late summer, but warming up nicely
A bright sun blazed and shined, a blue sky with little cloud….a cooling breeze coming in from the Great Plains further north.
This was farming country…..cereal crops mainly, with a dash of fruit farms here and there about. Small holdings mainly, many of them would be taken over in time by large faceless conglomerates….but overall the region still epitomized what Middle America stood for…to itself…and the world at large
A few medium sized towns were located in the region and one or two could even be classed as small cities….the nearest being Carter….mainly due to it being developed as a communication and transport hub….. rail, air and road…..the produce as to go somewhere right…..and have a service support network….it made sense
The two lane highway was silent, its macadam surface already hot from the days first heat, the yellow partition lines new and freshly painted. The highway was bordered by a wire picket fence that demarcated the surrounding fields with their lush green crops mixed with the husky brown of cereals.
Wooden telephone and electric poles also lined the highway in both directions….not in a straight line…subsidence and the wind made some appear as if they were about to topple over….listing either to the left or right….breaking any appearance of any manmade symmetry….the wire fence was old too…and in need of repair
Only the chirp of birds….or the buzz of insects disturbed this tranquil setting
It was the perfect time of day to sit on a porch and enjoy a glass of cool lemonade, or a glass of ice tea and maybe smoke your favourite pipe or a cigarette.
There appeared to be no sign of any nearby homestead….no sign of any human habitation….only the long two lane highway with its yellow lines that seemed to go on forever

To the West….there was evidence of smoke…a fire somewhere in the distance…...its gray polluting smog stark on the bright blue of the sky….its source unknown

The country road continued in a straight line, except for one interruption….a man made intrusion forced onto the land
The journey continues East….. and to the right of this road was a dirt track.

The track is a junction, a T junction…… possibly leading to a farm; the gap in the wire fence was large enough for a heavy vehicle to traverse and navigate along. The track was heavily rutted….a sign that heavy vehicles had certainly and recently passed this way
In fact, obvious to a keen observer, there were recent large tyre tracks imprinted into the dry dirt. Whatever had recently come this way had been a heavy vehicle indeed.

The land was mostly fertile, but some of the topography was scrub….the track ran through mainly scrubland…the soil and vegetation consisted mainly of various shades of brown and beige…..the sun was getting stronger…..dust swirled in the mild breeze..….a few trees sparsely lined the pitted and potholed track
Along the track, our journey takes us away from the deserted country highway….well away from any inquisitive passing eyes
Soon, up just ahead lies a wood, a small wood or copse….an island of lush green trees in this savannah of crop fields…..the trees and foliage swayed in the light breeze….the wind whistling within its many diverse branches and full canopy of leaves
They were large trees with a thick canopy that from above obscured any kind of scrutiny on what lay beneath.
What lay below the full canopy lay in shadow….forgotten and ignored….after all this was only scrub land and served no useful agricultural purpose…it never had…. for those locals who could remember

But for a desperate few it did find purpose….a very useful purpose indeed

Only the lonesome old dirt and potholed track bisected the wood…right down its centre…..a scar that divided the wood into two parts

Further along the dirt road the heavy vehicle tracks continue….the tire tracks enter the wood….then suddenly the vehicle tire tracks appear to sharply turn off the track and burrow deeply into the wood.

There was evidence of crushed foliage that had been compressed into two distinct track lines that had formed another trail…a path through the brambles and bush….the bulldozed trail ran through the darkened foliage with it thick trees overhead…and more importantly….the privacy and dark shadow within

As our journey progresses into the deep canopied copse of trees and foliage, we are following the artificial trail, the gloom becomes darker.
Darker and darker until the trail is seen no more, until finally one becomes lost in the gloom.
That is, until one can see two red lights, up ahead, not too far away….just up ahead
Enough light so that the traveller can orientate his or her direction once more.
The twin red lights acting as a beacon for the lost and wary…..the copse is silent….just the tweet of birds nesting or playing above in the branches of the trees
Closer the lights become, closer and closer the traveller approaches.
Closer we approach; the red lights can be identified as red tail lights of a man made vehicle
Yes, tail lights…tail lights in the middle of a copse….lights made by man where none should rightly be
Eventually one can make out a shape…..artificial, manmade…a large square….wide and high….there is a smell of fuel…the taint of engine exhaust fumes…..until finally one can recognize what one can see…… a large bus…yes….a passenger carrying bus….it’s yellow licence plate now becomes visible.

The heavy vehicle that had imprinted its tracks on the dirt road and had then forcibly crashed it way through the foliage creating a second track had been a sliver and blue bus.
A European Mercedes…. 24 seats….6 wheeled with shiny chrome, 2 sets of wheels on rear axles….sloped to reduce wind resistance at the front…entry and exit doors to the front, near the driver….air conditioner on the roof…..smoked glass passenger windows…...very smart….flashy
There were no lights discernable inside, the smoked glass windows were like black caverns, revealing nothing of the interior. The bus appeared abandoned.
The bus’s engine had been switched off; just the headlights and rear lights gave the machine a sense of life

Yet there was sound other than that of nature…..noise other than natural for the normally peaceful wood
Louder noise emanating from the front of the vehicle….currently hidden from anybody watching at the rear of the bus
Any interloper would hear the hushed human voices, but they could not see the source; they were female voices too, sounds of hushed laughter, and echoes of whispering……sounds of conspiracy and intent.
There was cussing, but no loud noises, as if those females involved were purposely endeavouring not to be overheard….and more sinisterly…….not to be discovered

An individual peering from the rear of the bus….straining to see who was there would be thinking
Who was making these sounds, who owned this bus….why was it here?
A party of lost merry makers, maybe enjoying a late summer picnic in the country side?
A party of tourists….hikers?
Birdwatchers?
Maybe it was some college kids enjoying a drink, making out in the woods?
Maybe ecstatic naturalists out for a ramble….or a rumble in the hay?
Swingers or daters?
Who were they?

The observer would look at the side of the side of the bus, looking for any markings…a company logo or something similar…..
There were words on the bus…it was a logo….not a bus company or state utility or agency….it was signage with a certain style
The logo and words…in bold swirly script proudly displayed on both sides of the bus
‘Fairfield College, Home of the Wolverines...Go wolverines’.
A fierce and snarling cartoon wolverine growled back in silence…teeth bared….sharp claws reaching out
So, it was a college bus.
And Fairfield College…Madison County was a pretty prestigious college…well funded…..expensive…..its plush grounds were set in the suburbs of Carter City….abound 40 miles from the buses present location….those in Carter City would say that the bus was presently ‘Out in the Sticks’
The curious and by now nervous trekker carefully slides along the sides of the silent bus.
Finally they approach the illuminated front….both clammy hands flat and palm down sliding along on the cool metal sides
The nameless interloper pauses when reaching the driver’s side window
Finally, to peer around the frontage …who is there…what is there?


A nervous hand slid on the engine hood, the engine is still warm indicating resent use
A bright glow radiates brashly ahead…..the bus’s front lights had obviously been left on…. to illuminate the scene to its front…..to remove any shadow and darkness….remove any doubt…..to aid those within the cone of bright light…..so they could see what they were doing….so that they could do things fast…so they could do things right…...but what were they doing?

The bright lights were assisting a group of women currently caught up in individual, intricate and personal tasks
Our interloper may have expected to be greeted and invited forward
‘Hi stranger, howdy….come on in…join the party’.
But no….not in this case….and they would not want to be invited either

The group of energetic women were just one aspect within the clearing…..our trespasser would look behind these women…..and see something else…..in the gloom…..the cone of light was not so strong there….the light more natural….not something else…someone else….closer to the leafy ground…..and not just someone….there were a few….a few more females….separated from the busy and standing group….until finally….the penny dropped….finally our trespasser knew what was going on in the isolated and leafy clearing

A man may have held his tongue….thinking ‘Sweet Jesus’……or a few may have gone ‘Wow’…..and a few more may have been aroused

A woman discovering the scene would have just freaked out…maybe screamed….but defiantly she would have run….rather than end up like those unfortunates she had just inadvertently witnessed

Our traveller backs away…..unseen by the busy and lively collection of women……unseen by the inert and silent group of ladies
The bus was there for no innocent or legitimate reason….it was there for a despicable and reprehensible purpose…our traveller backs away quickly…..breathing hard…..scared now
Our fictional traveller would back away from the scene….very quietly…and very slowly indeed.
They would have crept back in silence through the foliage….never daring to break a branch….or step on a dry stick…..causing a loud snap…..back to the dirt road….running to the highway…..once on the lonely country road….they would run…run….and keep running until they found the nearest town…..the nearest Sheriff….or the nearest Cop
But in reality…..no one was there….there was no one to raise the alarm….no hapless wanderer…..no cop…..no knight in shining armour……no burly or manly protective husband or boyfriend to jump in and save the day……no one else…..the inert and silent group of vulnerable and frightened ladies were on their own

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SCENE 2: THE CLEARING



The ground was dry ….layered with light grass and with the odd wild flower….yellows and blues….there was also the slight odour of gasoline and engine exhaust
There was some natural light in the clearing……one could discern ones surroundings…..the powerful cone of headlamp light just amplified the activities of an industrious gang of suspiciously acting women….the other women…who had been separated…. were slightly concealed within the natural gloom caused by the thick overhead tree canopy ….nevertheless streaks of bright sunlight had managed to break through casting sunbeams of white light that dappled the glade….those beams of light sometimes caught an image….white cloth….maybe a quick sight of soft white skin….a flash of hair……a head bobbing back and fore….black skin on white…..brown skin……limbs moving……someone was squirming and wriggling around back there….yet still silent…..sometimes one could hear over the hushed voices of the active women, an odd murmuring……a soft mewing sound….undulating in resonance…..the odd low grunt of frustration
‘mmmMMMNNNnnn’
‘ghmph’
‘MMMmmmnnn’
‘ghmp’
Around these unfortunate and silent ladies were manmade items that looked out of place….lying on the bare, rough and leaf strewn earth and grass…..items thrown and discarded at random
These objects stood completely out of place within the clearing…..bright orange fabric….discarded one piece, rough and cheaply produced boiler suits, wrinkled, dirty and unzipped….. white socks, loads of them….all unwanted and thrown around …on some of the bright orange garments one could just make out black stencilled lettering…..words like….Maguire…..Ramirez…..Jones….Rizzo….numbers…..and more ominously...’State’….or…..’Prison’…… similarly various black leather laced work boots lay strewn around ….. small sizes….these sizes indicated that they had not been worn by men

Then there was those human voices, very busy in the headlight glare….female….that were not too loud, but hollow sounding in the enclosed glade….the voices resonated, louder than they actually were…but there was no shouting
There was the odd burst of cussing…to loud
‘Fuck’
‘Shush’
‘Not so loud dumbass….sound carries’
‘I got my foot caught in these fucking hose’
‘Shudup’
You get the general idea
The women were chatting and giggling like normal woman do…..but this was not the normal chit chat that woman would normally partake in
Well….women who where well brought up that is…..or held respectable and responsible positions or jobs in the comfortable and secure parts of society…..it was not the language or tone of the law abiding, taxpaying, voting public……these voices belonged to the other end of the scale…the less fortunate…..those not given a chance….those who had fell through the hole…..and now found themselves at the bottom of the pit….those that received charity donations or pity or more than likely contempt…..from those more fortunate, wealthy, respectable and responsible….from those with a more pleasant and refined accent…..from those who generally thought themselves safe….protected by laws and the police

These rough female voices were mocking……a little too harsh, there was no evidence of the usually soft beguiling womanly tones……it was gutter talk, swearing and cussing….exclamations of satisfaction and elation…..maybe thrill…..pent up frustration being released….the excited woman spoke in drawl….words formed in slang…..accents differed in region….they were uncouth….bawdy but not hollering and whooping…..they spoke low…….as if they were wary of being discovered

These voices were accompanied by other sounds……sounds caused by what these women were doing….the snapping of spandex……the snap of elastic….the sound of zips being pulled…..the rustle of fabric
It was the recognizable sound of women getting dressed…..natural in another environment….like a bedroom, a fashion boutique….or a locker room…..but not common within this normally isolated woodland clearing
Why were they getting dressed in this isolated and lonely place?

The headlights brashly illuminated eleven females speedily squeezing into clothes……wriggling into small dresses’ and snapping on underwear….some rushing to apply makeup
There was the distinct snapping sound of underwear….lots of elastic
And not just ordinary, everyday clothes and underwear either….all the clothing looked like sports attire

One of the rough looking women was called Babcock……Caucasian…..not a bad looking piece…..shoulder length hazel coloured hair….not too clean looking or well cut…..Babcock was lean in figure, a little clammy……she was just finishing on hitching a gray coloured spandex sports bra around her back……she was only clad in matching gray spandex spankies…..high cut and high on the hip, over the stomach and navel…a distinctive and pleasing womanly camber between her legs….underneath this sports orientated undergarment….. her loins, groins and legs were sheathed in soft nylon pantyhose….a rich tan in shade…..even the rich brown hosiery could not hide the bruises on her legs….there were one or two…..Babcock, after hitching on the sports bra ran her hands over the straps and band….making sure all was in place….her hands lifted her breasts, adjusting the cups….lift up…making sure her busty tits were sat well inside…the bra was a little small on her…but shit, she silently thought, ain’t had nothing like it for a while…Babcock, finally satisfied with her new bra….bent over to a shoulder bag that was near her stockinged feet….she hunkered down….her backside encased in gray spandex and tan hose….nice and tight….she had a good shaped ass…..her back crisscrossed with thick gray straps….she rummaged through the contents of the black leather bag until finally she found what she had been looking for….a makeup bag……she stood and took out a small black plastic compact case…she flipped it open…time to go to work on her face

All these women had bags near their feet……there was a selection of shoulder bags, handbags and purses…various designs….some leather, some canvas…..the colours varied too….red, blue, black and brown rich and shiny leather…..assorted and diverse cell phones also lay near the hand baggage….all where on silent mode and set to vibrate……only a few times one had vibrated…..they were short alerts, no doubt messages or prompts…..there had been none of long duration that indicated calls by another person

Next to Babcock was Jansen ….another white woman…...she was more hefty than Babcock and not as tall….not fat by far….she was just softer, her flesh and skin just more supple looking….Jansen just looked more like the girl next door…Miss Average…. her face and stomach more rounded……she wore spankies the same colour and style as Babcock’s….seamless…..Jansen’s sports bra was the same colour, gray, just a slightly different design…..a racer back compression bra…..her tits were bigger, more plumper and soft, hence the large gray moulded bra…heavy stiff cups….a large juicy cleavage….thick straps and torso band….the bra dug into her skin creating some bra bulge under her arms…..the gray spankies were also a little tight…..she was also wearing tan pantyhose under the gray spankies which came into direct contact with her sweaty, naked and bushy crotch…she kept trying to adjust the spankies to cover the waistband of the hose
It was a lost cause…..the underwear had not been her own……the garments were sized to fit someone else
Both the tight undies struggled to keep her belly in…..the underwear was not her size, but near enough……her black hair was short on the neck with a long fringe…again it looked a little oily…..she had a pretty face though…..she had bright red lipstick on her rounded lips, the lipstick hid the dry chaps…....she was right now attempting to apply face powder from a gold coloured compact….using a small round pad which was dusted with pale powder…she was quickly dabbing her dry cheeks….trying to remember when was the last time she did this…..and not trying to foul it up

Next to Jansen was Ramirez……a girl with a bronzed skin tone…she was a Latino.
She was an attractive girl, lithe and fit looking with a cute figure and good sized and well formed tits…strong hips and thighs on agreeably shaped legs…they looked great in pantyhose, tan again, the same shade as the other two women…….she looked like butter would not melt in her small mouth….until she opened that same mouth….with the strong Mexican accent….the street talk learnt in a tough neighbourhood….in a tough life
Same with the other girl next to her…she too had a natural tan, not pure white….she had inherited her looks from a Mediterranean lineage…..she came from Italian stock……she was Rizzo
Both girls had shoulder length black manes…both their hair and fit bodies looked a little used up…..like they had been running or doing hard Manuel labour……recently
Rizzo was good looking…..like Ramirez she had a great figure and full bouncy tits…..

Both these girls were more along in process of getting dressed……both had squeezed and wriggled their nimble bodies into two short cotton and rayon mix dresses…..they were very short….high on the thigh…the one piece dress’s were gray and blue….the long sleeves were blue….a blue stripe continuing from the arm….down the side and waist to the very short hemline…so much thigh….in soft rich tan nylons…the front of the dress was gray in colour….a blue V neck that revealed a lot of cleavage and a curved bust……..a white embossed F adorned the curvy frontage….over the girls large fulsome breasts… there was F for Franklin displayed over their chests….all ready to start bouncing around….and swirling Coca Cola style words ‘Wolverine’ was sliced through the middle of the F.

The dresses were uniforms….in fact they were cheerleader uniforms
But why were cheerleaders hurriedly getting dressed in the woods?

Ramirez and Rizzo were helping each other out….the uniform dresses zippered at the back…..each in turn pulled the zipper up on the other…..a brief glimpse of the rear band of a gray sports bra suddenly disappeared as the dress zip was yanked up fast

Behind these four was Ryker…..she was sitting on the step at the bus’s door. Her legs were apart….she was wearing a uniform dress but it was so short that one got a good blast at the gray enclosed V between her legs…..she too had strong tan pantyhosed layered legs…thinner legs, not so youthful as the others….on her feet she was wearing white ankle socks….she removed a leaf that had attached itself to the underside of a sock…then proceeded to slip into a pair of white sneakers……she was an older woman…too old to be a cheerleader…she was 30 plus….with a stern look…..thin eyebrows….thin lips with bright red lipstick….a chiselled jaw….her hair black and shoulder length….her eyes dark and menacing….cold...even though she was thin…..the uniform fit her well…so did the underwear underneath….with the sneakers on she stood up….a thin waist…bony thighs on prominent hips….a synched waist….her breasts were round and full, she had not been naturally blessed in the tits department….on show today was the result of surgery a long time ago….she was happy with the bra, even though her bosom would never sag..…maximum control moulded cups…excellent back support with a back clasp….she bent over…..the short dress getting shorter….she reached for her hosed legs….rotating her hands along and up her leg…..making sure the pantyhose sat correctly on her limb…well she thought……it has been a long time…..but one never forgets how to dress as a woman should

Behind Ryker in the driving seat of the bus was Jones…Charlene or Charlie to some…..she was checking over the controls of the bus, getting familiar….ready for the move out
Charlie wore a short brown leather jacket, a white T Shirt and Jeans……working clothes, almost male looking…..they looked too big on her….but they looked like they were hers….with her cropped and shaved neck and pixie style hair…..dressed like a normal girl she would have been fine looking…but that was not her style

The other three women getting dressed as cheerleaders were…if one was honest….were a fucking disaster to look at
The Uniforms, underwear and sports shoes fitted well enough……or near enough
Where they had all been they had never had a chance to put on any weight ….too many work details…. 24/7….it was a tough regime and was intended to be so
It’s just that the three were….well…just….just plain Skankey!

One Langdon was an ex junkie…and it showed…she was twenty five and looked 40 plus…thin, pale with a pockmarked face…her skin dry and wrinkled…..her teeth were awful…even her breath stank….the shame was that once….that seemed a long time ago she had been a real cheerleader in high school….she was a walking…..just…..real to god advertisement on the perils of drug and alcohol abuse…..the woman now was so unrecognizable from that girl in the old final high school yearbook

Franklyn….a black woman had a tooth missing at the front and a broken nose……and not very nice to look at…not at all…so say no more…she looked more like ‘Huggy Bear’ from a once famous TV show

And Clark…..the only blonde with them and a straw blonde at that….was just goofy looking……not a bad body….thin waist and great tits and ass…...she had plenty of fucky fun times…or so she claimed…….but…she had big teeth…googly eyes and large ears….well……maybe that’s what got some guys rocks off…takes all I suppose…her onetime nickname had once been ‘Roger Rabbit’

The one but last in the line was wearing gray track pants….sneakers with white socks…..she was more heavy set and older….close to 50….a long timer….only known as Gloria to them…..frizzy auburn hair, a rounded face…she looked fat…but that was deceiving….she was a tough old Mama…and your Mama she was not……she was pulling a white T Shirt over a rather large dazzling white bra…a double D one thinks…and it fitted Gloria like a glove….the bra was white…built for a big woman…and Gloria was that…..

As all these particular, individual and charismatic women were intent on quickly getting dressed and doing so as quietly as possible……all the time they were being watched…..observed from just outside the cone of bright light…..away below from the shadows ……the dapple and dazzle of the sunbeams making it a little bit harder for one to see who or what was watching
They were in fact being intently scrutinized by another group of females of equal number…..these females were feeling rather less joyous of the occasion…..or comfortable and safe

These silent and watching women happened to be the real cheerleader team….they had previously dressed in the clothes now frantically being donned by this obvious bunch of lunatic criminals…..giggling and mocking and dressing as quickly as possible in the glare of the bus headlights

The silent women in question were looking up with fear tainted eyes …..watching intently the activities of the odd ball group who were stealing all their clothes
They were in complete contrast to those desecrating their personal attire and belongings

They were mostly young…… attractive, a few could be classed as beautiful…..beauty queens….wonderful eyes and hair…. with toned and muscled bodies…these girls worked out….tight tummies, thin waists and thick strong thighs…. superb full breasts…..strong arms…..most were tanned……some required no artificial sunlight…..they were a wonderful example of female beauty and youth….they looked great in all types and styles of clothing……they were born for fashion…..they were on the cusp of full womanhood….. objects of desire……the world was their plaything….they had all the time in the world…to make their plans….careers, marriage, children….hopes and ambitions….and most of these young ladies….were well off…..Daddy was rich….hence Fairfield College

But right now….all those plans were on hold…today….there was a slight glitch

They were intimidated and subdued
They were generally silent
No doubt they wanted to shout out…swear at the other group……things like ‘What the Fuck’
Or ‘You dirty bastard….put that back’……’How fucking dare you’

To shout and scream like any normal female that had been so outraged, humiliated and made so fucking angry…..they would have wildly demonstrated as they watched a stranger step into or peel on their own underwear….their own clothes…and paw through their processions
Try to fight them…maybe….but it was too late
It was because they could not
They could not verbally protest
There was a simple reason why

All the distraught gorgeous cheerleaders were tightly cleave gagged with white cloth…very tightly…..like they had tourniquets inside and around their dainty mouths
All they could manage to say know was
‘Mmmph!’ or ‘mmmMMMNNNnnn’
Maybe a ‘MMnnnmm’
Not much
All the their individual limbs were zipped tied with white plastic cables
Which made them sore and uncomfortable……which resulted in the odd…..
‘grrgh’ or ‘ghmph’
All the women were sitting…..bound and gagged……they were scared……and were watching eleven other woman stealing their clothes and possessions…..they had been robbed

Like their tormentors….they were a racially mixed group
Their toned bodies and natural beauty were in stark contrast in what they now wore as underwear…..if a real woman could call it that
They were all….except one….wearing male like off white colour jockey shorts and manlike sleeveless vests…with round necks
The shorts and vests were once pure white…..they looked as if they had been boiled and not washed….not in a normal laundry…but maybe in something more industrial…in which in fact they had……in time and use they had lost that pure white colour

One of the gagged women…..a girl really, she was twenty years old, was staring intently…her blue eyes wide…...her head turned to her left….her body and legs were straight ahead
She was a blonde, a real blonde…..she was still beautiful…even with the cleave tourniquet type gag in her mouth….her chin elevated, causing her perfect white shiny teeth to bite on the cloth, her teeth very prominent…..causing her lower face to be misshapen….strained, taut….her mouth stretched wide, a spattering of red lipstick was on the gag…..her triangular shaped chin jutted out…a slim and perfect long neck……her wide blue eyes were moist and wide……her eyelids kept blinking….blinking too much, stress…fright……long lashes with dark eye shadow….mascara around the eyes…..a small and petite nose, her nostrils sucked in air…..face powder and pink rose rouge adorned her face……she smelled of lilac perfume……her ears were dainty and small, obscured by her fine straight blonde hair….the white yellow mane bunched up under the gag which had been tied off around her head…..the tight white knot high on the rear of her slim neck at the base of her skull

Her stunning looks were obviously Nordic…maybe Germanic
Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back with a plastic zip tie……..forcing her slender yet muscled shoulders forward….therefore her upper body was arched forward, bending over slightly…..as already stated this caused her head to elevate and so forth her chin……pulling the gag…. and the concealed bung stuffed inside her small mouth tighter still
Her upper body was only clad in a white cotton/spandex mix fabric vest…..the fabric was very stretchy….the garment was tight on her figure…..her tan accentuating the white of the vest……the vest had a round top.
But it was still low….a deep cleavage was visible and tantalizing to observe…..the girl had shapely rounded and full breasts….they bulged under the ugly garment…and had stretched the white fabric tight across her chest…..making her waist look even thinner…..through the vest one could peruse womanly nipples poking out from under the fabric….her breasts were unsupported…she wore no brassiere….her bosom followed the laws of gravity and sagged as her body had bent over

She had a trim waist…wide hips
Her white briefs…..jockey shorts really….made of the same springy cotton/spandex mix fabric were again figure hugging…….the white briefs ended mid way on her thighs….unflattering for a girl of this calibre and in stark contrast to her looks and heavy makeup…..this shabby underwear did not belong on her body
And what a body….strong long legs…thighs…..her knees were slightly apart…..then her lower legs came in again…..her ankles had also been zip tied….her flawless, unblemished feet sported lilac coloured varnished toe nails
She was motionless…..her gaze intense…..her teeth biting into the gag that had savagely silenced her…her eyes boring into the standing and very thin woman….the woman was applying her makeup….the crazy woman with black hair…..with the bright lipstick and bony hips…..the woman with the big false tits that never shimmied….the woman who now wore her dress uniform……the woman who had stolen her pantyhose….and now outrageously wore her undies……..

All the other females forced to sit in the gloomy glade were in the same state of dress…..identically restrained… some worse off than others….all were distressed…..some were cowed….others angry…..all had been outraged….most were terrified….but all…most definitely all….were silenced ladies

The hushed and subdued women squirmed and wriggled….only that gorgeous blond girl remained still and focused…..like a rabbit hypnotized by a cobra….their clothing purloined and then forced to wear the rough and unhygienic reformatory issued underwear that had belonged to their ambushers……bound and gagged….watching in fear…all were waiting……all thinking on what would happen next?

There were two other individuals in the glade….one standing…the other kneeling…….they were positioned just away from the main group of gagged and bound females…..and away from the other lined up set of desperadoes pulling on other peoples clothes

The kneeling figure was very interesting..…as she was supposed to be the so called chaperon……the guardian of those now silenced young ladies who had been placed in her care…..but she too was likewise frightened and traumatized….just as badly as those placed under her surety

The kneeling woman was one of the young ladies lecturer’s; the 30 year old Emma Louise Kaufmann

She was an attractive woman, a medium blonde with wheaty brown undertones…..sometimes referred has a dirty blonde….shoulder length hair….now bunched up beneath an identical tight tourniquet type cleave gag….the gag tied off around her lower face and tightly knotted at the back of her head
She too was now bereft of all of her feminine accessories……only her wine red varnished finger and toe nails had indicated that she had once been a nicely and smartly dressed woman
Her eyebrows were thin….hazel coloured intelligent eyes…..alert….flitting left and right…up and down…not sure on what was going on around her….powerless to interpose on current events
A small nose…breathing heavily…..
The only noise she made was the odd ‘ghmnth’ or ‘gnn’ as she wriggled in her tight bondage
Small and petite ears…..her lobes sported no ear rings….only empty marks where the piercing had been done
A rounded chin….a fine flawless neck
Her makeup….now bit of a mess was also inconsistent with her current state of dress……her face still sported evidence of the previously applied face powder, rouge and mascara……eyelashes with eye shadow….again her lower face was misshapen….her mouth stretched wide because of the tight gag…..bared white teeth....the white gag unyielding

She was on her knees…her wrists tied behind her back….this caused her uncovered shoulders to arch backwards….her ankles zipped tied behind her knees….the said knees were sore and red….her bare and once immaculate legs were scratched and lacerated….they ached….she fidgeted in discomfort
‘ghmnth’ she grunted
‘Ghr’
Her jaw ached because of the tight white gag…her mouth quite dry now…her tongue unnaturally forced back into her mouth by the unseen cloth bung that had been earlier rammed and squeezed inside…..the sensation of being gagged was alien and frightening at the same time….the mere fact that she could not form sensible words…just grunts and animalistic sounds rocked her sense of self worth….she felt humiliated and furious at the same time

She still had a shapely figure……with her shoulders pulled back the identical white vest also pulled tight over her chest…..hefty C cup breasts hung loose underneath, another unnatural sensation as she was outdoors…… beneath the tight garment her large nipples were visible to any unsolicited and unwanted ogle …...she was still a size ten…..the same dress size that had fitted her in high school and college….when she too had once been a cheerleader……she was not muscled or toned like she had once been….or like her girls were now…..she had developed into the fleshy and supple housewife….a soft round belly with a deep navel…..a softer butt, more rounded….fleshy plump natural breasts with large round and brown nipples that obeyed the laws of gravity more and more over time….in consequence her bras had become larger…...wider hips and thighs….but still…she had a good figure….her husband never complained and it was obvious that he still desired her in the privacy of their own matrimonial bed …..
Due to her rather conservative upbringing and faith she was rather coy when it came to matters of the bedroom…although for a long time she had noted that this desire arose only when it suited him…..she was now very conscious of the reality and embarrassment that her large and bouncy bosom had unexpectedly been left lacking any support….even under the tight vest they were both wobbly and free to wiggle about….especially if she struggled too much in her bonds…...she sensed and felt her nipples chafing against the coarse fabric, they too were a little sore….until a short time ago she had only experienced the reassuring and comforting softness of lace and satin masking her soft breasts….the sensation and tightness over her chest, on her shoulders and around her back…..she was very mindful of her missing brassiere…..the one she had chosen to put on that same morning….

She was now looking up at that same brassiere…..but to her shame and silent outrage was now on another woman
Her only verbal outrage being ‘Mmmph!’

It was one of her newer ones…..large cups, underwired…. glossy white satin, half a full cup....the other half was lace mesh, with inlaid swirling flowers trimmed with a clam shell design…a little white bow sat in the middle of the two cups…..
Concealed but known to the mortified Emma was that the torso band was also sheer gossamer mesh, a thick side band with a U shaped rear band and clasp at the back…good solid and adjusted shoulder straps….adjusted by her own fingers
She stared up…gagged….hazel eyes boring…..all she saw were strange, unwelcome and outlandish breasts inside her own brassiere cups
Her jaw compressed the gag in frustration….her intimates fitted those tits perfectly…..the stranger was obviously identically blessed…..talking of being blessed…..she saw her gold necklace complete with the simple locket given to her by her husband….nestled in someone else’s cleavage

The horrifying spectacle of her own stolen brassiere was temporarily obscured from view in a flutter of clothing……it briefly reappeared and then finally was lost to view forever…. as her attacker whipped on her thin white flimsy long sleeved blouse and quickly began to button the shirt up…..the despoiler delicately buttoned up the blouse…thin cotton, slightly sheer….a revere style collar….a flat V shaped collar, very smart with a skirt or pants suit….as the despoiler buttoned further up….. the blouse tightened over the strange woman’s breasts…..Emma noted that this despicable fiend did not button up as far as she did….this hussy was a little more provocative…..the collars and blouse more open on the chest…..revealing a little more cleavage than she would ever dare…..her locket visible if this woman bent over far enough…. She would never display so much…even worse for the distraught Emma she could discern the outline of her own brassiere under the thin blouse….she could see the outline of her bra cups…a trace of the clam trimmed cups….the bulge on this woman’s chest……over and down…under to her waist ……no nipples peaking through thank god….the open neck of the collar…..her gold chain

The despoiler was straightening the sleeves…with the intention of fastening the cuffs…..Emma was forced to see something else that made her stomach churn

With Emma forced to kneel…..her head was level to that of the other woman’s hips….after witnessing and being rendered powerless to prevent the fouling of her bra and blouse….the theft and further desecration of her bridal locket….and on top of that the blasphemy of her wedding and engagement rings being removed from her fingers….she had begun to struggle and moan madly at that….
‘Yww ghtch’ or you bitch was repeated over and over…..louder and louder…..her bound struggles more and more spasmodic….a jerking like motion
For her pointless efforts she had received a swift and powerful cuff to her head…her muted and gagged protests had ceased…..her bound struggles stopped…..she was forced to accept the theft…..her marriage vows to Sam….the commitment connected with the rings…the synergy…..but she was terrified of being killed…all her girls likewise by these brutal thugs who had been quick to use their fists…quick to suppress any resistance…be it physical or verbal…...they were quick to cow and brow beat them……..it had worked…and some had guns....her brief and futile protest was over…after all….she had allowed this woman to tie her up…..she had passively allowed herself to be gagged….what was the point now!
After her matrimonial rings had been taken…she flinched as the woman’s fingers touched her skin around her neck….fingers fiddling the catch of the necklace behind her bare neck…..she reacted like receiving an electric shock as those same hands touched her bare shoulders……she mewed through the gag in fright as those fingers urgently slid her hair away and at first struggled to remove her pearl ear studs from her small lobes

And still the outrage continued….this bitch was not finished by far

Her infuriated gaze now fixated onto another defilement on her sense self worth as a human being……more so than having her bra stolen…..and one hundred percent her dignity as a woman…..her purloined panties….white again….shiny new brilliant and white…..they matched her brassiere….they were in fact a matching set….only purchased last week and had never been worn until this morning….the front lacy design of the panties matched that of the brassiere, swirling flowers set to the front of the garment….a cute white bow adorned the panties at the centre on the embroidered waistband….the panties sat just below the hip…..curving down into a V shape, well below a woman’s stomach and navel….unseen, but already familiar to the helpless, gagged and bound Emma Kaufmann, any backside would be stylishly and more importantly comfortable, well covered in a fully supportive sheaf of whole seamless white satin……supporting and sculpting any ass into a delicious looking peach……when on her own body they were……but this woman had no stomach….her own belly was more womanlike, curvy….and this convex curve reflected when sporting a pair of panties…..this bitch now wearing them had a toned, slightly sunken stomach

Emma felt her face flush; no doubt her face adopting a crimson skin tone…..after all her panties and bra were being paraded around on a complete stranger

She was naturally disgusted when she saw the intimate gusset seam in between this other woman’s legs....the panties also allowed one to see a woman’s private parts….deliciously obscure under the mesh and lace…….Emma saw the other woman’s pubic hair inside her own panties…a dark triangle…..her teeth bit into the gag….a view that must have been mirrored on herself…..apart from herself, only her husband would see this intimate display of womanhood…..and preferably with her own loins inside them….that’s why she had purchased them….that and the confidence the underwear gave you

She averted her gaze….oh! the mockery of it all!
It was all her fault

She had been forced into putting on the other woman’s gray white jockey shorts and dirty and sweaty vest…more male than female….like some sort of twisted trade….but still…at least they had not all been left naked, as she had first feared…but come on…..she had been reduced to wearing someone else’s used underwear…and this lunatic was not shy in putting on her new and expensive intimates either….she appeared not bothered at all….she shuddered again in disgust and contempt
Her head was lowered in shame….shame in that she was too weak and scared to fight back….Her mascara embellished eyes then saw her knee high stockings on the lower legs of her tormentor…..off black in colour….more gray in shade……ideal to be worn with pants or culottes….she noted that the other woman’s toes sported no nail varnish underneath the reinforced part of the hosiery…….stockinged feet….her stockings

Emma’s heart skipped a beat….her head whipped to her left…she had heard one of her girls give a loud yelp….or it would have been had the girl not been equally cleave gagged…it was Lucy Wong….obviously of Chinese descent….but an all American girl

Poor Lucy……tied up like her, but on her ass…long legs zipped at her ankles….hands behind her back….her head was being pushed forward…..hence the terrified gagged yelps…….her tormentor was roughly removing Lucy’s pink hair bow and uniformly pink scrunchie that held her jet black long hair in place…..the woman stealing the hair pieces wore Lucy’s gray blue uniform…..also her shiny tan pantyhose…sneakers….and no doubt her sports underwear….the offender was a Latino woman…older than Lucy….she wore lots of makeup….more than likely from Lucy’s cosmetic bag….the pink bow and scrunchie were the last pieces to the facade……the young Latino woman at last retrieved the girls hair accessories and had sharply pulled her head back by her long black hair…another gagged yelp from the helpless cheerleader had ensued, her hair now loose and free over her shoulders…the Latino ruffian ruffled the gagged girls hair in mockery….messing the girls hair even further
The bound and gagged young cheerleader mewed through the gag ‘MMMuuummhhpphhhffff’….she had flinched at being touched over and over again…..teeth and mouth wide due to the tourniquet cleave gag…..the whites of her eyes wide with fear

‘There …there Sweetie’ the Latino mocked
‘Don’t get your panties in a twist’
‘Oh…sorry…I forgot….you can’t……because you ain’t got any to twist’
The coarse and rough accent….an accent one suspected of belonging to someone with a low IQ…..degenerated into a derisive laugh and snigger

Lucy’s shoulders and body bent forward…to get away from the mocking voice and hands….her restraints making the act futile…..she wriggled her fit and young body…..her gagged face, her imploring black eyes looking up at the Latino woman who now wore all her clothes….she was petrified…..her full breasts swaying under the dirty white vest, like Emma’s and the others…..were now unsupported and subject to the laws of gravity….her knees moving up and down…her well shaped buttocks sliding from side to side

Emma Kaufmann felt awful…..she was responsible for the girls…..but what could she do
She was not a fighter….and she too was bound and gagged….her clothes stolen

Her attention returned to her assailant….what was she doing now
The woman was now at the point of just zipping up Emma’s dark gray suite pants……the zipper being situated on the hip….Emma was just in time to get a last glance of her ex panties disappearing forever…Fucking Wonderful Emma thought…..her pants fitted the bitch too
Her own suit pants were tight on the other woman’s pert backside…..and her thighs….her loins and groin on full display……flat stomach and very chic……
They had been tight on Emma but more full figured with curves….her pants created a great convex curve…nice and flat then under and between her legs

The woman stealing her clothes then turned her attention to Emma’s shoes…black high heels…..leather with a pointed toe….the heel not to thin or high….they were good office type shoes…..Emma sighed, a gagged whimper of despair….as the other woman slid a black stockinged foot into the shoe…..the reinforced toes slid precisely into the shoe…Great! Even her shoes fit the fucker…..what was this…made to measure

To distract from her impotent discomfiture Emma’s attention returned to her girls and their current dire situation

The other two older women were tied to trees

Mrs Chamber’s….the bus driver…in her forties….likewise wearing just a vest and shorts…..not her original choice of underwear either….cleave gagged, arms zipped behind a tree trunk…zipped ankles straight out in front. She did not look scared like the girls…she looked angry and was also sporting a black eye
She was not a small woman…heavy set….but not obese
Her imposter was now wearing her clothes….again presumably also her underwear…..the imposter was over by the bus now….or sometimes inside….checking over the large vehicle…in Mrs Chambers jeans, T shirt and jacket…work shirt and boots….the clothes on the imposter looked loose…too big…..she looked a little butch with that pixie hair cut
Mrs Chambers had attempted to fight back…and had received a pummelling in return

Likewise had the Team’s Trainer and coach…Mrs Iris Kowlowski
She was also tied to a tree…in the same position and bound and silenced in an identical fashion as all the others…although a gag was superfluous right now….as Mrs Kowlowski was still unconscious
Emma hoped she would be alright…she had really tried to put up resistance when they had been flagged down and ambushed….Emma had not known that she knew martial arts…but that had done her no good
The Teams trainer…35….was a fit woman…..but right now she looked a sorry state
Her face bruised….Emma saw red welts on her body from the blows received…..she could see them because Iris Kowlowski had been left just wearing her Haines brand white hip style panties….plain and practical…..her bare breasts…again large……were splayed left and right…drooping by gravity….bereft of the plain white bra that had once supported them…..bound and cleave gagged

Another woman was now wearing her track suit and white T Shirt

The woman who had overpowered and beaten Iris was the one now wearing Emma’s clothing and accruements….that woman was terrifying and lethal….she took out Iris so fast…so quick

When Emma was told to strip….she could not get her clothes off fast enough…..she never hesitated even when being ordered to also take off her bra and panties…she was that terrified….and kept having the image of Iris being thrown around like a rag doll…and Iris was the toughest woman she had ever met….likewise…when told to put on the woman’s coarse and manlike like underwear…..she did so fast…no hesitation

Fair play and to Emma and the other girls it was a relief……after they had stripped off their clothes and uniforms…….they just stood there….naked….afraid to move…..humiliated, embarrassed and intimidated….one hand attempting to cover individual breasts…..the other hand vainly trying to hide their private parts…..when ordered….they quickly put on the other women’s underwear….rather than be left naked

Before Emma had been securely cleave gagged…she been roughly interrogated on fully what had been their destination and purpose of travel…..phone passwords…..in fact everything requested…..including her dress size, shoe size and bra size…..she had squealed like a canary…..they had been grilled by their respective clothes stealer

Emma looked around at her girls

Before the tying and gagging had started they too had been equally grilled…….then the thugs paired off to different girls…..regardless of skin tone and racial origin
Lucy was Asian…yet a Latino wore her clothes
Harmony was afro American – yet a white woman stole her gear
Julia and Maria were Latino’s……an Africa American and an Asian stole their clothes
The rest of the girls were white…..
But these thugs were choosing their reluctant donors by size…not race

Oh God she thought….all her girls tied up…all gagged…..all their clothes stolen…all their possessions being pilfered….all were at the mercy of these thugs…..would they stop at just stealing their clothes…and just leave….or would something horrific happen…Emma shivered

And it was her fault
Yes…she had caused this
Iris and Mrs Chambers had warned her…Do Not Stop
You never pullover for no one…not in this day and age
She had not listened
They had all seen the smoke in the distance from up front….the girls at the back in their seats were loud and boisterous as usual…..getting pumped up for the game…..the girls looking smart in their uniforms….pretty in makeup…fit bodies, with tight waists, their uniforms tight on the chest and of course….long shapely legs in tan pantyhose…..they looked gorgeous and they all knew it….the girls had were relaxed and happy
They had been travelling east away from Carter City
Emma Kaufmann was sitting in one of the front seats of the bus….to the left of the driver…..Iris, the team trainer sat directly behind Mrs Chambers…..Emma was so far enjoying the day, life was not that bad for her….she sat with legs crossed….in her smart gray pant suit…a nice soft blouse caressing her soft white skin….smart underwear concealed underneath…smart heeled shiny shoes…..she was looking at her raised foot… elegant and smart…she liked the look her black knee high stockings gave to her shoes and flared pants….she wriggled her foot….she felt more like a business executive….rather than an educator….and therefore her working wardrobe generally reflected this choice…even though back in her home she had plenty of teacher like dresses and sensible pantyhose to choose from….not today though
Her daydreaming was interrupted by Mrs Chamber’s……something was up ahead on the lonely road
All she had seen was two people…both women…suddenly cross the road…one was holding the other up, one was obviously injured…her supporter trying to wave them down
Both females….were just wearing white vests and jockey shorts
Iris said keep going
But Emma Kaufmann was a charitable woman….generally kind to humans….especially to animals….her good Samaritan tendencies had taken over any common sense now being preached by Iris….these people were hurt…they must help them
Mrs Chambers…at the constant instruction to stop by Emma…did so….after all…..she was the boss
On stopping Emma made to get out of the bus…….followed by Iris
‘Girl’s…stay in your seats….be calm’ she instructed to those in the back of the bus
Her girls…silent now, eyes staring over the seats, some had their hands on the head cushions on the seats in front of them…painted lips and mouths open……trying to see why they had stopped
Emma and Iris exited the bus as Mrs Chambers opened the door…..they both approached the two females in distress…Emma in front…Iris following, on guard
All smiles Emma asked ‘Do you need an Ambulance…..what happened…can we help’
They approached…closer and closer
The two strange women said nothing….Emma could see they were just wearing underwear…strange looking underwear…..not the normal feminine type they all wore…but still…was this just an accident…or was it assault….or worse…rape
Emma was now very concerned…..touched as any other woman would naturally be
The reply they had received was not what Emma had expected
The injured woman sprang to life and grabbed her around her neck….the woman twisted Emma around….Emma tried to scream a warning……hoping Mrs Chambers would drive away….the purportedly injured female clamped a hand over Emma’s mouth, stifling her screams…..
Emma, restrained and hand gagged watched as Iris took up a combat stance towards the other female….and in silenced amazement watched as Iris was subsequently thrown around like a rag doll…and beaten to a pulp
As all this happened in seconds…..Emma still struggling with the female who held her tight…..was stunned as from out of nowhere a group of orange clad women charged through the open bus door…..
Soon, all Emma could hear was screams from inside the bus…..the orange mad women were shouting and swearing
The bus was rocking from side to side…………..

And now back in the present…..there was Mrs Emma Kaufmann….the good Samaritan….the goody too shoes…who had not taken heed of the warning…..the end result being that she had been divested of all her clothes….kneeling in a deserted glade……savagely bound and gagged….and worst of all…so had her girls
The bound and humiliated educator looked around at her surroundings
There was Jane….silent and still….looking petrified
Initially she had freaked about Jane….and no wonder Jane was petrified
It seemed to Emma that these desperate woman….obvious to her now that they were escaped convicts were only interested in their clothes and possessions…thank god…after all, these strange women were all naked when they had tied them up…..after tying them all up they had been generally left alone…..they had only been mocked
Except for one lunatic
The aggressor who had taken Jane’s clothes, a vicious looking thug…dark hair, thin lips and sunken cheeks….very thin with big breasts….short cropped hair….now she….had taken too much of an interest in Jane
When the perverted thug was tying the girl up….she was stroking parts of her body, a touch of the leg here, a slight brush of the hand on a waist….the pervert, satisfied that the girl below her was sufficiently tied she had began to remove the scrunchie that had held Jane’s hair in place……the pink bow that the whole team wore was removed….she also removed a plastic hair clip…..once Jane’s fine blonde hair was loose….the thug gagged the girl tightly…Jane grunted as her petite mouth was filled with a cloth bung…..then secured with a savagely tight cleave gag…..Jane’s stifled gagged moans of discomfort had apparently excited the thuggish and obviously perverted woman…as her subsequent actions proved…..
The thin, dark haired woman began to grope Jane….first touching her neck….then her legs….a hand sliding along her thin waist…..then finally fondling and kneading one of the girls breasts….like Jane’s breasts were a lump of dough…..obviously the thin face thug was a lesbian..…Jane began to shout through her gag, her head shaking back and fore….her tied ankles attempting to kick out……more so as the thin woman’s hand began to slip inside the top of the tight, off white jockey shorts that the woman had just herself worn…
The other girls…either already fully gagged and bound or nearly finished in the process of being so also began to react….soon the glade was resonating to the muted moans and protests of Jane’s frightened friends

Emma, already on her knees and gagged and tied…..began to moan in protest…her shoulders shaking back and fore….her head nodding…..Emma was attempting to gain the attention of the woman standing in front of her…….already wearing her lacy panties……who was currently in the process of hitching Emma’s white lacy bra cups around her breasts….Emma wanted the woman to get her accomplice to stop molesting one of her girls

The woman stealing her underwear looked over at the source of the increased noise and activity
The girl’s gagged protests and struggling aroused the wrath of these crooks leader…..who soon put a stop to it….the thin pervert stopped in mid action…..there was a look in her dark eyes….a flicker of menace…..a look of attack….then suddenly she smirked….backed off….she shoved the gagged girls head forward….she stood up…..gathered up the pile of underwear and uniform and naked, walked to the front of the bus and began to get dressed in the purloined outfit

It was now obvious to Emma who the leader was….the same woman who had pole axed poor Iris Kowlowski….and put a stop to the intended rape of Jane Kyser….the woman that now wore Emma’s clothes

Emma looked up again…..to an outsider looking pathetic….all gagged and tied…..her chin arched up….pitiful eyes
Yet Emma now saw herself as others would…..before her was a well attired woman…good looking…..brown hair….unlike her own dark rooted butter blonde……the woman’s face ornamented with a liberal dose of makeup, her cosmetics….gold stud ear rings…...the imposter was wearing her dark gray suit jacket….slim design with a pinched waist…a white blouse underneath, evidence of a gold chain around a slim neck….the blouse was flimsy, satin…. a little flimsy and therefore intentionally slightly transparent……Emma could see her lacy brassiere underneath, the clam shell trim….her own bra on a stranger, outrageous, a sacrilege…...her blouse was tight on the other woman’s chest, the jacket open……just like Emma had looked
Emma viewed her tight pants on an equally tight ass….but not her ass….the gray pants tight on the woman’s loins and groin….the belted waistband high on the woman’s waist……the pants were flared at the bottoms….black hosiery sheathed feet inside her heels……her stolen black knee stockings…..very trendy….very businesslike……and very professional and correct for a respectable woman to wear

Emma looked on in horror as the strange and dangerous woman looked at a gold ladies wristwatch….her watch, a birthday present from her husband……her wedding band….her engagement ring……on a strangers fingers…nails with no nail polish
The woman turned around…away from the bound Emma…..Emma saw the tight rounded ass…..under the tight pants there were indentation lines that must be her panties, just visible underneath….her Panties…..her intimate apparel…her intimates…..clad on the ass and tight on the cunt of some other bitch!
Her teeth and jaw clamped onto the gag forced on her
The woman walked away…not far though….over to her gang
Emma Louise Kaufmann…..gagged and bound, her clothes taken … just slumped…her mouth and body aching…..defeated by a sense of shame and helplessness……she kept her eyes down…..she could not bear the beseeching looks of her gagged and tied girls anymore….she had failed them….failed them all so badly indeed



The woman now dressed as Mrs Emma L Kaufmann; now felt a little rejuvenated in her new clothes. She did not feel clean…..she had had a long day…..she and this crew had been on hard labour……even though the stolen perfume helped……the smell of sweat still permeated….still, these new clothes still smelled of the woman who just worn them……and it helped
She checked on the progress of the other escapees
The others were close in completing their transformation…….if that’s what you could call it……the others that were to be the new cheerleaders were either finishing with their hair or it was the last touch ups using the girls makeup
Their efforts had a lot to be desired

After all…..most of them where consistent cons…..perpetual offenders……trailer trash and dirt poor with low IQ’s…….
One thing stood out….they were all older than the gagged girls currently squirming on the ground…too many wrinkles…too many lines….not the expected unblemished youth that was expected in a top tier cheerleader team
The bound and gagged girls, were trained athletes…..fit and toned and striking to look at ……on three of the imposters the short hemmed gray blue uniforms just fit……on two the sports bras where maybe a little too small…the uniforms were too tight on some with bulges they were not designed for….pantyhosed legs showed bruises were none should be…..fingernails and hands were dirty..…a bright cop may spot the difference….like the uniforms did not sit right….the older faces in the uniforms….regardless how much makeup was plastered on or how many pink bows were added…..cops and especially ex military cops were good at this…she knew….this bunch screamed ‘I just stole these clothes’

But these cons were not chosen by choice….they were here only because opportunity and luck made it so…..
However……not all was lost

Ryker…..the dark haired woman…thin, with big tits…..not a beauty, but not ugly either….if she smiled and acted normal, she could pass as the average wife….nice looking….but she just looked plain sinister all the time….the psycho lesbian bitch…..she had been inside doing a ten stretch for kidnapping, imprisonment and rape….theft on the side…..she had started on that blonde girl, not being 15 minutes free…her pencil thin lips, ….she never smiled unless she was masquerading…..the uniform fitted her well enough….her legs were toned in the pantyhose….the short dress…..her eyes were nearly black

The other four were passable
Ramirez and Rizzo could pass as cheerleaders……as long as they kept their conversation to a bare minimum….they had the legs…they had the tits….they looked cute enough…..they would be at the front
Jansen…a fuller figured woman behind them….she had a good face though…..
Babcock too….sitting opposite Jansen
The rear of the bus from there on would be gloomier…shades down….and wherever possible heads down

She walked over to a shoulder bag….black leather….it belonged to the owner of the clothes she now wore….she rummaged inside….found the Glock automatic pistol she had taken from one of the dead guards….she checked the safety catch and proceeded to slip the pistol inside the back of her new pants…she adjusted herself and felt comfortable enough
The other pistol was with Jones……Charlie Jones could be trusted
Jones was dressed as the driver…..not a good fit at all. But Jones had been a Marine, they had a bond and they both trusted each other….inside and now outside prison…...she had the other gun….plus she could drive the bus
All the others were trash…and one psycho…….when they were dropped off ‘Sayonara’
Gloria was dressed as the trainer…good enough….Gloria came across as the favourite Aunt…or mother figure…..fair enough if you did not know about the triple homicide she was in for…..the real trainer thought she was tough….trying on that competition Judo…..now it was tough luck…she looked at the now half naked bound and silenced female….bruised and battered…big tits and brown nipples on display…..and still out for the count….but still alive…when she awoke she should bless her luck

[esercito sconfitto]

She quickly scanned the captives
An African American girl…stunning….her arms interlinked to a white girl…they were back to back…..both squirming and looking at the thugs who now wore their clothes…..enforced silence due to the cleave gags
A Latino girl on her knees…like their teacher….just watching…..shoulders moving…head bobbing…bared teeth…wide eyes
The bogus teacher just thought ‘Well…they aren’t going anywhere’……just innocent saps…..a bunch of walking clothes racks…..a mobile boutique

But she was different….very different from all the others…….Ex Major Helen J Maguire…codename ‘ALICE’
One time US Army SF….one time Black Ops…one time Agency…one time everything….until finally she was part of ‘shadow’…..and no one knew of ‘Shadow’….some who were in ‘Shadow’ didn’t even know they were in ‘Shadow’
She had run
They were looking for her…she knew too much…..fuck…she even knew who had done Kennedy
But she had many aliases…many faces…..but bad luck, just plain bad luck…she had picked up an alias she thought was clean….a simple mistake….not doing enough research…at the time she had thought she had been lucky……and of course fucking ‘Carlos’……her sometimes fixer…..he had a bit of explaining to do…..she had received word from ‘Carlos’…in code, via a contact inside the penitentiary…he said he intended to make good on his mistake…it had taken time to find out where she was…...he knew the consequences of not doing so
‘Carlos’ was powerful in the underworld…..but he also he knew she was a female version of John Wick…..it was he who laid on the Intel on this break out….the others were along for the ride

Her rare mistake was as follows…..
She had taken the identity of a female her age, roughly her build and general looks….an accountant
She was in this region…passing through…her old alias was getting old….it was time to change it…and Christ….she was getting sick of washing dishes at a crummy diner for nickels and dimes….anonymity was one thing….dying of boredom was something else
She had notified ‘Carlos’…..this area was under him…..paid in cash, not cheap either….he had put her on to it…..an accountant for a large international investment consortium…..had committed suicide…..no one knew yet…no immediate family….a recent immigrant…..not well known yet….was she interested…she had paid the fee and had moved in to the woman’s apartment……seemed like a good temporary deal…alarm bells should have gone off when she had discovered the woman’s termination of employment letter……the reasons were rather vague….but after three years on the run and washing dishes…well….she just relaxed….she relaxed too much…..until one day the local Feds raided the apartment
Not realizing who they had…the trial was quick….ten years for embezzlement and fraud….she was hoping that she would get deported and somehow make a break….but no luck there
So for two years….under a false identity of a dead woman…she had planned this escape

She spoke up to the group ‘Okay…we need to move…form a line’ and as an extra ‘Grab their purses’ her accent was different….foreign…European…..French…..but fake…..she was American as apple pie
The bogus cheerleaders…hesitated…then shuffled into ragged line
Maguire or ALICE stood in front of the them…..behind her the gagged girls and their teacher just looked on silently….hoping for the best and to be left alone
She walked the line…..moving them into the selective order she had thought out earlier

Finally
‘Okay…you four sit at the front…..get the names from what’s inside their purses’
The four did so
One of the imposters studied a driving licence
‘Oh…come on Frenchie’ the dead accountant had been French ‘how am I going to pass as an Asian’ the imposter was a Latino ‘Lucy Wong…come on’
At the mention of her name the real gagged and bound Lucy Wong nearly wet herself in fright
In fact one of the girls already had

ALICE just stared ‘Look…..you four look pretty enough and dumb enough to pass as these dumb asses’ and looking at the others ‘Let’s just say with the rest of you…well….if Ray Charles boarded the bus…..we may have a chance’

She ignored Ryker…..who would pass as a cheerleader, maybe….but she wasn’t taking the chance….she would stab the first person to get on the bus
Rizzo acted on cue ‘Who’s Ray Charles’

ALICE sighed ‘You two…..’ she pointed at Ramirez….’look fine, just keep the talking to Hi and Thank You…and nothing complicated’….and, she placed emphasis on the next statement ‘whoever gets on the bus….show a little leg…..push your tits out…say as little as possible and no cussing…..and hope the local cops are all guys’

She pointed to Jansen and Babcock ‘You two just smile a lot’

‘The rest of you stay in the back…window shades down….no lights stay in the shadows…and hope for the best’ and ‘Oh…Ryker…no killing anyone….or your dead’
Ryker said nothing….there was no reaction…..she just nodded

Babcock chipped in ’How about you Frenchie’ in a rich Southern accent
Maguire or ALICE said ‘Explain’
The female shuffled her sneaker clad feet and looked away…..her ponytail and pink ribbon bobbing up and down ‘Well….I know you planned all this….the work detail and all that….you took those guards out…well…..you look like that teacher over there and all’
She indicated to the kneeling bound and gagged teacher
‘You look mighty swell in her duds’ she paused ’but your voice Frenchie’ she waved her hands ‘ooh la la and all that that’

ALICE smiled and in a perfect neutral American accent ‘No need to worry about that Babcock…..’ she took the bank card held in Babcock’s hand and read the name aloud ‘or should I say Miss Roberta LaMay…..my esteemed and pampered pupil’
The imposters stood agape and wide eyed …all except Jones and the sinister Ryker.
ALICE continued and turned on her new heels
Rizzo started ‘How in the hell…..’
Jansen started….but was shushed
ALICE looking at the bunch of incapacitated bound females ‘Will the real Miss Roberta LaMay please make herself known’…all in a posh and cultured accent….like that of a real teacher or academic

The gagged girls where motionless….attempting to say nothing
The real Teacher wriggled and squirmed….but said nothing….her eyes just bored into Maguire…a little defiant
Maguire thought that deserved a lesson….and these creeps she was forced to be with would appreciate the gesture…thus elevating her status as being one of them….for a little while longer at least
She looked at the gagged and tied teacher….now in Maguire’s Spartan underwear…a far cry from the once well dressed woman she had been
Still in the cultured accent
‘Why looking so pissed…Miss Teacher…big brain…..not so clever now are you……Miss Fancy Pants…..your just sore that I am wearing your bra and panties….and I look better in them’
She did not enjoy taunting the bound and gagged teacher…but she had to come across as cruel
‘And if Roberta May does not own up’ she paused ‘you will look a lot worse in my old stuff’
The teachers head went down in shame
Some of the convicts just laughed
ALICE turned her attention back to the gagged cheerleaders

In the posh voice ‘Come now girls…don’t be shy’ a pause, and with a little menace ‘or else’
Finally…one of the white gagged girls moaned and began nodding her head….cute face, white teeth and cleave gag prominent….bound wrists struggling
‘Finally’ ALICE turned back around

Looking at Babcock ‘You have the honour of playing the part of America’s future…the future mothers of America…..a girl every hot blooded American Boy would die and fight for’ her arm shot back
’Just look at those tits and the ass on display’
Most of the imposters laughed…….just the usual one was emotionless…Clark, the Bunny girl just looked confused……Langdon the junkie looked nervous….licking her lips…..Franklin, the black, just glared
For the first time Ryker said something ‘Can we leave now’ her voice soft….her tone neutral
The laughing stopped
ALICE or Frenchie paused ‘Your right….mount up in order…grab all their stuff, leave everything that was ours’
They all began to gather items belonging to the real team and the staff
ALICE was last to get on the bus….she noted that the real trainer was starting to come around ‘Better luck next time Hoss’ she bragged

The silence of the clearing was shattered when the bus engine roared into life…exhaust fumes contaminated the air
Maguire looked out the bus window…..to the group of bound and gagged ladies….squirming more as the noise and fumes engulfed them
Very loudly Maguire shouted ‘Au revoir mademoiselles’……again more laughter as the ‘New’ girls took their allotted seats

The smart shiny bus began to reverse out of the glade…engine revving
The bus receded backwards down the track

Emma L Kaufmann could see someone standing in the front…next to the driver….that someone looked like her….her clothes anyway
Iris Kowlowski, battered…..was becoming lucid again…thank god…...and began to realize that she had been tied up
Finally the bus was out of sight…..the glade darker as the headlight glare receded
The girls remained tied and frozen…afraid to move….they could not see the bus anymore, its engine noise fading into the distance….more and more….until finally only the sounds of nature remained

Iris…shook her head…..the gag irritating her mouth, her nose was bruised and bloody….she grunted as she breathed….she blinked, her eyes coming into focus….her vision improved….her first clear sight was her white sensible panties….then she saw her naked large and fleshy breasts……Myra was a strong woman…..she began to wail through her gag…..pulling her strong arms against the ties behind the tree….she moaned in pure anger…..as she pulled her breast wobbled all around……
Her loud moans and struggling were like a signal……soon the once silent clearing was buzzing with muted moans and groans….gagged wails of outrage….and the wriggling, squirming and struggling of eight humiliated, and rather tender and desperate bound and gagged young ladies……and two furious women…..and one violated teacher stripped of all her apparel….and in so….her status and self respect
The glade echoed with sounds that no one could understand
‘GGrruuhhh!’
‘MMMNNNGH!’
‘MMPH!’
‘NGGF!’
And so forth…………………….

[esercito sconfitto]

SCENE 3: THE BUS AND THE HIGHWAY

The new bus was stopped at the junction were the dirt and heavily rutted trail joined the modern macadam layered highway.
Its engine was idling……silver, modern….looking out of place in this rustic and rural environment…smoked glass windows hiding those within from outside view….all one could see were the driver and those seated in the front two passenger seats….one was standing….the one female in a dark gray business pants suit…..conversing with the female driver

Maguire stood at the top of the steps….looking out of the large, dust and bug stained windshield
Jones the driver, also in stolen clothes was waiting for instructions
Maguire without looking at the driver made a pre planned decision

‘Okay Charlie’ her name was Charlene, her nickname in the Marines was Charlie….Maguire used it
Charlie had known that Frenchie had served…where and with who was unknown….but Charlie knew that whoever and where it was…it was badass….she refereed to Maguire as ‘Boss’
‘Where to Boss…left or right’ Charlie was looking right ‘Look’s all clear towards Carter….no traffic…..may be quicker’
‘We stick to the plan….take a left…..head back to the pen’
‘Okay Boss’….the bus roared and charged onto the highway
‘Not too fast Charlie….keep her at 55’
‘Sure’ said the driver, who even had her seatbelt on

‘Just remember’ she shouted, and turned to face the passenger compartment ‘We are just a normal bunch of college cuties….going to support the game…a charity event for those less fortunate…..those who wronged society….but now deserve our forgiveness and pity’
Ramirez, her tan nylon sheathed legs crossed over, revealing a lot of leg and thigh ‘Yeah…..charity for us…we were supposed to be watching that game….fuck charity’
Babcock shouted ‘Fuck them Yeah…..but those girl’s sure gave to the cause all right’ in mockery she stood up and faced the other escaped convicts, acting crass and vulgar….thrusting her hips out….and then gyrating…. she placed her hands under her bosom and proceeded to lift her tits and waggle them under the tight gray uniform ‘best fucking bra I had on for three years’
The other convicts hooted and hollered
Ramirez countered ‘Fuck Ree…..you looked cheap before then’
Babcock play punched her pal ‘Okay Princess…..laugh it up’
At the word ‘Princess’…. Ramirez acting coy, her hands under her chin, all bashful…….pretending to be a normal and innocent young lady….fluttering her mascara lined eyelashes….and upon the surface she could pull it off…..she sat up straight…..her shapely legs…with the odd bruise…..thin waist….good hips and healthy curved bust thrust out…..neat hair……makeup and smile…her blue eyes
‘Oh’ she pouted with stolen lipstick smeared lips ‘I’ll tell teacher’
More laughter

Jansen piped up from behind ‘I hate fucking football anyway…and those dudes in the men’s annex were shit anyway’
More laughter again…….they were glad to be free and were venting their relief in the only way they knew how….in brazen cocksure profanity

Babcock sat back down….
Clark….gormless…..but blessed with a great body spurted out, as if talking to herself ‘Great uniforms too….I always wanted to be one’ her face pouted ‘they would never let me’ she too was lifting her large breasts under the stolen uniform….her breasts encased in an equally stolen sports bra….moving them clockwise and then the other way…like a kid with a new toy

Babcock whispered ‘No shit’

Maguire took a last look of the receding view behind the bus…..the small wood was getting smaller as the bus gained speed……the ex passengers, all innocent women, but now victims of a cruel heist….still deep within those trees…..Maguire hoped they would stay there for a while yet…..as long as possible……but she knew…..at some point they would get free….and they would raise the alarm…and thereafter Holy Hell

She turned to take her seat opposite Jones…..she moved Kaufmann’s shoulder back, the real teacher…and noted a black short woman’s belted trench coat above, folded neatly in the overhead luggage rack…..good….that jacket would come in handy later
A voice from the back called out ‘This had better work….Boss’, the ‘Boss’ highlighted with heavy sarcasm

She turned…it was Ryker glaring at her…thin eyebrows…bright red lipstick….she was applying eye shadow…..making sweeping movements with a small bristly brush
She glared back at Ryker ‘You can leave any time’
There was menace in Maguire’s tone…..the others went silent…just looking
Ryker would have probably killed those girls if she had been in charge…..Maguire had seen it in her eyes when she had ordered the real cheerleaders and chaperones to be tied up and gagged…..Ryker had wanted them silenced for good…..her hesitation in starting the job of binding her disobliging clothes donor had said it all….the change….the dead look in her eyes…..Maguire had stood there silent…ready to shoot Ryker if she tried something nasty….only when Ryker began to gag the frightened girl….did Maguire break her stare and proceed herself to bind the wrists…. behind her back….. of the equally petrified teacher

Ryker…black eyed….straight thin bright red lips..…like a slash mark upon her face, ignored the verbal rebuke and kept applying the purloined makeup
‘Courtesy of Miss Jane Kyser’ she paused with the brush ‘whose acquaintance with me you not so kindly interrupted’…said with a sneer ‘I normally will not tolerate that’
‘Ryker….you keep your fucked up raping to yourself…..try that shit around me and I’ll break your neck’ she glared at Ryker ‘You’ll now I’ll do it’
Ryker new….she knew a fellow killer when she saw one ‘Quite’ was all she said
Ryker just went back to her makeup….then placed the mirror and brush down
‘Never mind Boss’ again the mockery ‘I have the next best thing’
Ryker was thinking of the girl’s underwear and clothes

Maguire saw her hold up a black, sheer looking garment that what looked like nylons….jet black….not thin like a stocking….more substantial…..probably pantyhose
Some of the other escaped convicts giggled…..like girls…..they were all long time serving and hardened to life in some way or another…..criminals….dangerous women….yet they were acting like kids…maybe it was the stolen uniforms…..sexy, short and revealing….soft and tight pantyhose….the spankies….the unfamiliar softness of the stolen underwear….feminine articles long denied them….the soft nylons layered onto their legs….make up……ribbons in their hair….whatever it was….they were beginning to play a roll……taking over the lives and persona of a real cheerleader team…a bunch of sexy, privileged and carefree kids…..out for the day in the country…just kids on a bus

Ryker was stroking the nylon and spandex black hosiery…in fact a pair of sheer to waist pantyhose….she slid the leg pieces down her hand, checking where her toes would soon be…..no reinforced seam…..her hand was now inside the flimsy sheer garment…..checking the gusset, stretching the sheer, glossy and dark item of ladies intimate clothing…. dark black at least 15 denier….she placed the reinforced gusset close to her nose….she sniffed….they were clean…..yet unused….for now!
Ryker continued talking, to no one in particular, she was to captivated by the treasure trove that she had discovered
Her voice loud….over the noise of the bus
‘In the overheads…check the racks or under the seats……duffle bags….holdalls…..’
The others…Ryker knew they were rather dim….sneaky and cunning in their own way……but rather slow on the uptake….uneducated….they just stared…confused….lost…..
Ryker sighed….morons she thought

‘It’s their normal clothes’ she actually smiled, a little ‘It’s what they were going to wear after the game’

The others paused in their seats….until finally
The others whooped and began to stand to retrieve individual bags and start searching….some standing up reaching for the baggage overhead….or heads ducking down looking for what maybe under the seats

Maguire bellowed ‘Whoa! …..Settle down’
They did not react…some of the convicts were opening and delving into bags…..Babcock pulled out a plain….no frills….micro fibre white bra…..she was holding it up for display…her fingers pinching the two straps….the two white moulded cups, no trim….no seams….a thick white band….u backed….
‘Thank fuck for that….this one I’m wearing is crushing me’
Rizzo was holding up a pair of jeans
Babcock was holding up a short denim mini skirt
Ramirez was holding up a pair of black lacy hipster panties ‘I like these’ she smiled
Clark just looked confused
Franklyn was getting up…heading back towards the restroom cubicle
Langdon, the walking corpse just looked with dead eyes
Ryker….holding the recently gagged and bound Jane Kysers pantyhose smiled at Maguire….enjoying the uproar she had caused

Maguire shouted, rage in her voice ‘I said…sit the fuck down’
From the rear of her equally stolen pants she had retrieved the Glock and pointed the pistol at them…and aimed
‘I am an expert shot’ still in her American accent, no sign of the accented French English ‘I have fifteen rounds…..that will leave me with seven to spare’
She did not include Gloria and Charlie in the threat…they obeyed orders
‘I will not let you sorry cunts fuck this up’ she shouted again ‘now sit the fuck down’

They stopped what they were doing…..paused….and stared at the pistol
Babcock broke the silence ‘Shit Frenchie…..no need to get personal’ she stuffed the white bra back into the holdall
‘Yeah’ agreed Rizzo ‘We just got excited…that’s all’ the jeans disappeared
Clark’s eyes…already huge…bulged even more
Franklyn sat back down
Ramirez stashed the black lacy panties
‘Sit down….your cheerleaders going to support the prison Team…a charity event….they were booked to do so’
They all sat back down
‘If we get stopped’ she paused ‘and I expect we will….they will expect to see cheerleaders….and cheerleaders they will find’

Maguire explained in full….she attempted to explain in a way that these morons would understand…except for Ryker…..she was different
‘I spent a lot of time on this……finding things out’
She slipped the Glock back inside the rear of the waistband of her new tight pants
‘Never mind how I did it….but we..…or me in particular…..was not on that work detail by chance…I wanted to be…Charlie had to be…..so was Gloria…..they knew…..You fuckers are along for the ride…..’ she paused
‘The clothes you are wearing right now…..the ones in the bags……the clowns we ambushed and took it all from….Well…guess what? I knew they were coming…and why they was coming……got it so far’

A few heads nodded
‘Good so far’
Maguire continued
‘We are heading in the direction of the penitentiary’
Rizzo mouthed ‘What’….
‘Yes…..back to the jail…..those girls we tied up come from some fancy college in Carter City…..they do charity work….collecting funds and what not……outside of the local league season…. part of that work involves being cheerleaders at games for those less fortunate…..today’s venue was supposed to be our shit hole’

The bus shook as it hit a pothole

She steadied herself and continued ‘Well….I guess by now they are looking for us…the game is off….’
‘They will be looking for us running through fields…hiding in barns, under bridges….hijacking cars…maybe the odd home invasion….hostages…..that we have split up….and that would’ve been the case…if left on your own’
‘They would never expect us being on this bus….going in the direction we escaped from’
Some were smiling as they saw the logic in Maguire’s plan…..all except the Three Stooges of the group
‘Me being a respectable and law abiding Teacher…our trusty driver…..our mature and sensible trainer…..and you guys a bunch of doe eyed virginal maidens….we keep going to the game….as they where’
Ramirez and Jansen laughed out loud…..Rizzo guffawed…Babcock howled…the only four that were fuckable and could pass muster as the real cheerleaders
‘Yeah…I know…..it stretches the imagination and our luck…..but we may pull it off if you get your heads together’
‘So…..we all act dumb….dumb like the bitches we ambushed….and we carry on as normal….I expect we will get stopped….and hopefully turned around…...leave the talking to me…I’m good at it’

Maguire paused…the bus and her rocking…..she wanted to get the point home into their dumb heads
‘When we do get stopped at the first check point…and we will…...they must have cops out by now, County and State….checking traffic….checking trunks…cargo trailers
‘They will expect to see cheerleaders on this bus…happy innocent looking girls’ she pointed
‘You three…Tits and Ass…lots of legs…smile…..Yes Sir…No Sir…give that look…..Suck Your Cock Sir…Why Not Sir’
She paused
‘You need to distract their attention from the others’
There was nothing wrong with the looks of Ryker….in her own way she was good looking…..if she ever smiled, God, she would charm the Pope….she just didn’t look the part of a cheerleader….right now she looked like a lady who would whip you to death…..college age she was not….the other three…..fuck
‘Those at the back…keep those drapes closed…No lights…stay in shadow….heads down like you’re on the cell phones…obsessed with Twitter Tik Tock or what the fuck….
‘If there are women cops…..let me talk…..you stay polite…Yes Ma’am…No Ma’am’
She paused…………….. ‘Let’s hope their Dykes….how will you know…..their eyes will do the talking’ she smirked ‘Like some of those Joint Bitches with power eh…..Shit….that’s how I got on this detail in the first place…..a little pussy licking in the supply room’
Again……some laughed…some nodded in agreement and experience…Rizzo was nodding with intense vigour….it paid to use their vocabulary sometimes…..appealing to their lower base instinct…acting like one of them…and acting a part was something Maguire was good at

‘The Cops will expect to see young cheerleaders….and concerned, law abiding, honest to God church going public spirited cheerleaders they will find…..and when we get turned around….for our own safety’ she paused ‘then you can get changed into those nice and clean….. trendy clothes’

‘Walking around Carter as a cheerleader’ she sarcastically sniggered ‘Kinda stands out’
‘Specially when the dumb ass bitches who owned them get loose and start screaming the house down…’
She looked at their faces…they were listening
‘They will be looking for us again…this bus….’
‘So once you have their clothes, normal stuff to fit in…whatever money they had…..we drop you off in Carter…go your own way….you have a head start…...and good luck’

They were all nodding…except Ryker
‘Also…..now I just mentioned it’ another pause ‘Their Cell phones….keep them on vibrate’

Rizzo piped up ‘Shit Frenchie…mine aint off…it’s been down these panties all this time’
More laughter…the recent pointing of firearms forgotten

‘Knock it off….do not answer any calls….just text back that you cannot talk…keep the text simple…Love you…see you later…or cannot talk entering a security zone, or something like that….send emojis...got it’
‘Yeah’
‘Got It’
‘Okay’……was the standard answer
Sure that the message had sunk in….she too finally sat down
Charlie Jones….concentrating on driving….said ‘Nicely handled Boss’
Maguire exhaled….

Ryker was still gently stroking the soft pantyhose….like they were a pet
She had been only half listening to Frenchie…but she had heard enough…it sounded okay by her

She was silent, captivated, oblivious to all and the activities around her….savouring the feel of the slinky black nylon……the rear of the seats were fitted with flip down tables…like an airliner….a photograph lay on one of the table trays next to her …..It was a photo of one of the cheerleaders…a publicity shot….intended to be handed out to any football fans…she had found it in the girl’s shoulder bag…..
A smiling and very pretty blonde girl stared back at Ryker….a confident, rather arrogant looking blonde girl….a girl in control of her own actions…..someone who made her own decisions….a girl who could control men with the turn of her little finger….a girl who looked rather safe…too safe to Ryker’s way of thinking

Ryker new another look to that face….terror….fear…..that what the hell happens next look….the blue eyes in the photo looking moist…the nervous not so cocky girl looking over her fine, unblemished shoulder….the girl hesitant…..reluctant to start taking off her clothes….eyes lowered in shame as she had been reduced to just wearing her underwear….the shock, horror….the vulnerability one feels on being naked in front of strangers…. Her senses numbed….how the naked girl had grabbed vigorously, like someone grabbing for a rope when falling….grabbing at Rykers bland, manlike prison issue underwear when thrown at her…eager to get the unflattering vest and pants on….…eager to hide her nakedness…...as eager as Ryker was to exchange underwear….as eager to get into the girls tan hose, gray spankies and bra

The photo showed the blonde in her cheerleader uniform from her chest up….maybe the same one that Ryker now wore
At the bottom was a name in bold black script
‘Jane Kyser Class of 22 – Go Wolverines’

Jane Kyser….with her rounded mouth in delicious red lipstick….perfect white teeth…Ryker fondly remembered the recent image in her memories…those same white teeth…..with a tight white gag between them
The long, shoulder length pure blond hair in the photo….no doubt still currently trapped under the same gag
That blonde fine hair was natural too….Ryker had seen the girl naked…..that golden tuft of hair that she briefly tried to hide with her dainty hands…..blue eyes and perfect chin…..flawless neck……her breasts were prominent in the photo….hidden of course under the uniform and obviously the mandatory brassiere underneath that……there was plenty of evidence of a deep cleavage…..Ryker remembered the girls small and pert round nipples

Ryker had briefly began to explore those lovely mounds of soft flesh…she had fondled them….squeezed them…Rykers hands when tightly tying the girl up had started to wander….feeling the girl up…..her searching hands when binding, gagging….soft caresses of the girls cheek…..Rykers hand inadvertently stroked her butt….until finally Ryker was aroused by the girls physical reaction to being intimately touched in certain places…..Ryker’s probing became more intense, less guarded….

Ryker wanted her fingers to be inside her…would have too if that fucking Frenchie had not intervened…fucking Frenchie…she was about as French as Boss Hogg off the Dukes of Hazard…..still…that was her business….once off this bus they would not cross paths again….and then she could again indulge in her fantasies and desires…..take off where she had left off
Rkyer was a solitary soul……a dark soul….always had been
Ryker was not even her real name…..just like that fucking Frenchie……her name at birth was long ago, known only by her….her secret
Since her escape as a teenager….she had lived by stealing……stealing mainly from other women…..stealing their money……their clothes….their homes….their men…maybe even their lives…..she remembered now….the real Ryker….a hooker back in Frisco, that she had rented the services of one cold and rainy night…..a good swap at the time, she fancied a change in life….a drastic change in tempo…..she had become bored….after a good fuck she had left the cheap motel dressed as Ryker the hooker…..the next morning the motel room service, after making many attempts to gain access….found the clothes and body of a respectable female business lawyer…..strangled with her own pantyhose…..

She placed the pantyhose back into the girl’s holdall…..
Well…let’s just say that she was now tired of the hookers lifestyle…and being surrounded by scum……it was time now to rejoin the middle class…..her nice respectable and blonde Jane certainly dressed the part….she had lived in the sewer long enough…

Ryker had already spied a skimpy pair of black lacy G String panties…..and a short satin camisole with built in bra support, plain cups with spaghetti straps…a bra cami….nice…would not be too flamboyant under the sheer top that Jane had inadvertently provided for her….how thoughtful mocked Ryker
Ryker was again getting moist between her legs…she knew all the expensive, soft, intimate, demure and feminine clothing would all fit her….just like this uniform and the sports underwear from the same person….she stroked the stolen tan pantyhose on her thighs and lower legs….the tight spankies on her crotch….her fingers loitered between her open thighs…...all so tight on her body….restrictive….it had been so long…missing this feeling…… this sensation…..the realization of being a real woman and not a dirty caged animal
The feeling of wearing normal women’s clothes….a real woman’s clothes…..soft and light on her skin, not coarse and heavy….shoes light, and no work boots….
Rkyer had been sexually excited that the smiling girl in the photograph had just recently quit her clothes….Rkyer had always enjoyed stripping other woman and donning their full attire…right there and then….attempting to mimic the previous occupant…..she was good at it…she watched her victims and learned mannerisms quick ….and Rkyer learned fast….given time, and a basic physical resemblance it was surprising on what she could achieve….her self taught theatrical makeup skills also helped a long way
Ryker loved it when stolen clothes were still warm when she redressed in them…..her other hand started to paw at the cup of the sports bra…..feeling her own breast underneath…she squeezed her nipple…..she gasped in pleasure……but held back…..not now…god…not yet…..
Ryker, sexually, went both ways….but right now she needed to fuck…and fuck soon….and with a man….with hopefully a large thick and solid cock!

Maguire sat looking forward…studying the road ahead…just like Charlie
She gripped the seatbelt and pulled it across her chest….she was trying to relax a little, not much, but take a breather…it had been a long day so far
Sitting there…Charlie in control of the bus…she began to take stock of herself
The physical process of pulling the seatbelt across her chest made her realize fully what she was wearing
Her hand had touched the brassiere that now hugged her chest…and tightly gripped her sides and back….still a strange sensation after being so long without one….her tits elevated, not left to the laws of gravity….getting in the way….the seatbelt clicked….the strap cutting straight down her chest…between her breasts….making them stand out more….pulling the semi sheer blouse fabric tight….the two lacy bra’s clam shaped cup trim became more perceptible …….more sexy…..that was the purpose…..for the person wearing it and anyone else interested and lucky enough to notice….

‘You too Gloria’ she said
Gloria looked over from the opposite seat
‘After all…we are law abiding folk’
Gloria smiled back ‘Sure Thing Teach’
She likewise pulled the seatbelt across her chest…..creating an even bigger display of cleaved breastage

Once settled Maguire’s mind wandered again for a moment
Ryker was a perverted shit but she had a point
It was a good feeling to wear normal women’s clothes again…..a shower beforehand would have been better
A sweaty body in someone else’s already used clothes
Maguire was conscious of the fact that she was now wearing another woman’s bra and panties….she brushed it off…she had done so before….and no doubt do it again if the need arose

But still….it felt good…they were all so soft on her skin…..unlike all that rough and hard prison gear

That sorry ass do-gooder she had taken the clothes from took it all for granted…….bet when she had got dressed that morning, doing what most women did after using the shower, selecting the intimates…. the subsequent colour coordination, the matching outer attire…looking at herself in mirrors….the usual daily routine that most women go through….the teacher had never expected someone else would end up wearing all her outfit ….some other chick in her lacy panties….lacy bra……some strange chick sporting her knee high stockings…her heels….her wedding ring…a stranger sporting all her accessories

She wriggled her fingers…showing the gold band
The woman’s wedding ring….Maguire remembered the bound and gagged teacher’s reaction when she had removed it from her finger….she had sensed the outrage….the resistance
Maguire was not an overly cruel type…..somehow she would send it back…..someway untraceable
But the ring was part of the façade….part of the woman’s identity….it was needed, therefore Maguire had taken it
In a way Maguire had for a short time stolen the woman’s identity…she had needed too
Dressing as the woman had done so would make it so…Maguire had to pretend to be the typical, self assured teaching professional…an innocent law abiding member of the public….and married too

After always wearing boots her feet felt light….she crossed her legs and took in the high heels….her stolen pants were tight, but not as tight as they had been on the original owner…...the black hose on her feet so light and cool….inside the leather…..so strange….yet so familiar……bringing back memories of better times….like any woman…..hosiery and heels made a woman feel sexy

Likewise the woman’s lacy satin underwear…..the lacy bra tight around her chest and back, tight panties…..white satin and lycra…..lace mesh on the front
Oohh! The look in the teacher’s eyes when a perfect stranger had had the audacity to slip into and put on her all so feminine undies…..when she had been reduced to wearing Maguire’s dirty, sweat stained and male designed underclothes…a sweaty vest and shorts……just looking on in silent rage….gagged and tied

Maguire could feel the panties, tight on her loins……how that teacher had taken it all for granted….the soft fool…..when someone like herself and the others….regardless of their past…. had been denied their basic rights and dignity as human beings for so long…..

She could also feel the hard steel of the Glock on her back….its barrel just above the crack of her ass….just underneath the white panties
The woman’s gray pants were tight on her butt……like stated, the teacher had a bigger ass than Maguire, shapely but more fleshy……juicy….she wondered if the unknown husband had watched his wife’s butt in these same pants….watching her just in her bra and panties….watching his wife getting ready for work…..men liked to watch women dress….she knew this….and even some women too….like Ryker…..but drawing an admiring gaze from Ryker meant something else too…and it was not normally good for the person being watched
Was the husband the strong defensive type….ready to protect his loved one at any price…or a wimp….easily controlled, intimidated and overpowered….where was he now….oblivious to the fact that his pretty little wife had been gagged and bound…left in a wood….the clothes that he watched his wife dress in that morning……where on another woman…….a stranger

She ran a hand through her hair…it was oily, dirty…..it needed a good wash…..a bit of styling
But still….the woman dressed good…..Maguire would not have minded going through her closet in another time….see what else she had on offer

She was brought abruptly out of her daydreaming…she focused her mind and eyes on the present…like she had been trained to do

Charlie had barked ‘Checkpoint ahead’
Maguire saw it…a Police cruiser up ahead…..on its roof the cluster of emergency lights were flashing in a quick sequence….angled across the highway…..two cops…one was waving the bus down
There were no other vehicles at the vehicle check point, or VCP…….in fact, they had passed no other traffic whatsoever
Maguire turned around, to face her unstable partners in crime
‘Okay….this is it….you guys at the front…all smiles and tits and ass’ she paused ‘you at the back…pretend to put on makeup…hide those fucking faces’

‘Okay Charlie…nice and slow and friendly like’ Maguire pretended to look concerned, inquisitive on why they were being stopped ‘Remember, we are just a bunch Gals on a day out’

The bus rolled to a stop….a good distance from the black and white state cruiser
Maguire noted the ‘stinger’……the anti tire inflation spikes, deployed near the vehicle….ready to be slung out at a moment’s notice
Maguire quickly studied the cops…men….thank fuck for that
There was a black uniformed cop wearing a utility vest and sunglasses who covered the bus with a pump action shot gun…he was young with a crew cut…well built, and he looked fit….he looked alert and aggressive…..like the majority of cops in America
The second cop was older, with a moustache and sunglasses…more stout in physique….stripes on his short sleeve uniform…..he also wore a utility vest…..he had a service pistol up as he approached the bus
Maguire new…that in America….the last thing one did when a cop approached your vehicle…you do not get out….you just wait….wait for a question….and give no attitude

‘Okay girls…exam time…..look vulnerable…looked scared’ said Maguire
‘Oh…and look in awe at the vaunted law enforcement’ she hissed ‘and be submissive…..thank them for their protection….they’ll like that’
From behind Maguire, Rizzo, in a low voice asked ‘What da that mean’
No laughed this time
Maguire just thought ‘For fucks sake’
Without trying to move her lips much ‘Act weak….girlie like…..like a scared bitch….like the ones you rob’
With that Ramirez replied ‘Oh…now I get it’
‘Jesus’ thought Maguire
Just in case all this went south…..Maguire felt the pistol on her lower back…..inside her pants and caressing her stolen panties
They all just sat waiting

The older cop got closer…..he indicated to turn off the engine…Charlie complied
The older cop was looking intently inside….trying to gauge what he was dealing with
The younger cop covered his movements

Finally he was close enough to be heard ‘Open the door’……a deep commanding drawl
Charlie flicked a switch….even though she had the second pistol…..also hidden inside the rear waistband of her equally jeans…the pants were a little loose on her, but belted….she kept both hands on the steering wheel…..visible for the cop to see….all harmless…..no threat
The hydraulics hissed…the door opened

The cop slowly entered the drivers compartment area at the front of the bus…covered by his partner
No one inside the said a word…no one suddenly moved
His sunglasses lowered over the nose
He had a gruff and gravelly voice…he looked quickly…assessing the situation
‘Kill the engine Driver’
Charlie turned the key……the sudden silence was overpowering
It amplified any sound made by the occupants inside
The older cop was naturally distracted….as was Maguire’s intention when she had placed the three ‘Good Lookers’ to the front seats….already his service pistol had been lowered in a less aggressive stance
Due to the steps….he was lower down….at his eyelevel he was greeted by the sight of long legs….encased in tan pantyhose…..crossed legs…..with cute socks and sneakers
He had seen the driver…no big deal there
Two girls…smiling….olive or tanned skin…..big busts in tight gray uniforms…..V neck…..hair with pink bows….
He noted the logo that expanded over their chests…..trying not to make his stare linger too much….he had two daughters about their age…..his wife would kill him
‘Wolverines’…..a god damn sports team…cheerleaders…maybe?

There was a slight cough…a clearing of a dry throat
His attention shifted to the woman sitting erect in the seat opposite…..on his right that was a problem…..but not of the aggressive kind
Another looker….older…..but younger than himself
Then he was hit with the sight of the woman’s tits….being level with her chest..…purposely pushed out with a seat belt cutting through the middle….making her clothing tight on her chest….a lacy bra underneath the soft white blouse…
It was a reflex he could not control….he became aware that he was becoming a little erect in his pants.

Wow…..a smiling woman, light brown hair…..pretty….lipstick….he was sneak a view of that wonderful chest….especially the lacy clam trimmed bra….….her blouse open and low on the neck…..a gold locket on a chain……he tried not to look too long….not making his perusal of the woman’s body obvious….just routine…after all…..he did not want to be hit with a sexist lawsuit…..they were all the rage nowadays

He was slightly lower…on a step….he stepped up further…..now standing over the driver and the woman in the smart suite
He was distracted….he did not notice Gloria….an older and larger built woman in a white T shirt and track jacket and pants…also gray….although he did notice her huge bosom….she was obviously wearing a large bra
He attempted to look further up the bus…too the back….the drapes were closed there….preventing the sunlight from outside illuminating the bus inside…he briefly saw a black woman….white teeth….a blonde….a thin unhappy looking woman in short cropped hair…..they were not looking at him…pink bows….there were glows….maybe cell phone screens….yes, they were….he could hear that sound they made when on vibrate mode….God….he hated those fucking things….his girls were also glued to them
He made to go further into the bus…….
In his peripheral vision…on his left he saw a pink movement
A hand…making waving movements….all smiles
On the right….the other pretty girl……behind her another pretty one……her head on her friends seat rest…fluttering her eyes
‘Hi’ in a cheeky tone
Her other friend below decided to recross her shapely legs…tan pantyhose…..he loved pantyhose
He became stiffer in his pants…..he had just glanced a little gray triangle as the girl had crossed her hosed legs….the short gray uniform skirt making the display quite easy
It was starting to be a warm day
He was getting warmer
Oh fuck he thought……he was being bombarded with the legs and tits of Rizzo and Ramirez…..long legs in tan pantyhose…short dresses……not dresses…..uniforms……very short and revealing, plenty of thigh on display……big breasts, rounded, no sign of nipples….the girls were all smiles….looking like the young ladies they were not……Rizzo waggled her fingers in greeting
Then he had a vision of the lacy bra on the woman in the gray suite….

He was not getting any lately…..and what there was…well…..how many times can you ride the same bike….without getting a little bored at doing it

The cop coughed…he was a little red in the face now…. and his attention went back to the driver….neutral ground ‘Excuse me Ma’am…..you stopped for anyone’
Charlie was dressed like a man…jeans, chequered shirt with a white T shirt underneath…jeans and brown boots…that was easier for him…short haircut
‘No Sir’ Charlie promptly replied ‘aint seen nothing…no traffic neither’
‘Which is kinda strange now you think on it’ said Charlie….like an afterthought
Nice touch thought Maguire

‘That’s because all traffic has been rerouted from this stretch of the highway’ said the cop ‘in fact all this area for a ten mile radius, you’re sort of in no man’s land’
Maguire chipped in ‘Oh…..did something occur Sergeant…..an event’……..
A cultured, educated and smooth voice….again another voice of a different woman….in fact…..it was the voice of her probation officer who came to visit her once or twice a month, plus she had been allowed phone calls…..Maguire had made many….studying and practicing her tones…..also her movements when they were together in person….never alone though…..she was also Maguire’s size and build……but unfortunately there had never been an opportunity to try…..security had been tight on the inside of that fucking hole….not so on the outside
The cop turned his attention to the good looking woman in the pants suit
She had recognized his rank chevrons…most people did not
Again... a very stylish woman….not like is more earthy, country styled wife…..again he noted the lacy bra just visible under her blouse…Betty never wore something like that……the seatbelt cutting diagonally through those puppies…God…he wished he was that seatbelt……

He tipped his hand in mock salute ‘Ma’am. What’s the purpose of travel’
Maguire, in her best fake accent ‘Well Sergeant…..I hope we have done nothing wrong, broken any law….and I am sure Ms Chambers was not speeding …..we are the Fairfield College Cheerleader Team…Carter city…..we were invited by Governor Strong…..’
The officer kept listening
She continued ‘Dovedale Penitentiary….they have a charity game today…..at twelve noon…’
‘Is that not that so Iris’ she indicated to Gloria…masquerading as the real trainer….who was currently bound and gagged to a tree trunk….braless and just wearing her large white panties
Gloria…or Iris…..smiled ‘That’s right Sergeant….football…..Emma here and the girls….we help out with this kinda thing….every year or so’
The cop nodded
The trainer continued ‘Not just Prisons either….hospitals….air…shows….mainly charity events like Emma said……its good for the college’s image’

Emma or Maguire continued ‘the Dean of the college Mr Anderson arranged it…ah…is there a problem officer’
The officer paused…biting his lip ‘Ma’am….there’ll be no game today’
She feigned being startled ‘No game…they could have called……we could have…’
He interrupted ‘There was a breakout Ma’am….there have been fatalities’….
Her hand went to her mouth ‘Oh……oh dear’
The cop….still trying to catch a glimpse of the woman’s bra clad breasts failed to notice dirty fingernails as they went to her painted mouth….no nail varnish…..a gold ladies wristwatch yes….but hands rougher than they should have been


A few of ‘The Girls’ started to whisper in mock shock….good again thought Maguire, nice touch……like they were young virgin damsels in danger
The Sergeant put both hands up ‘No need to panic ladies….your quite safe here and now’
Rizzo, Jansen, Babcock and Ramirez feigned ‘Thank Gods’….and whatnot
Babcock…..until now invisible said something a little too loud ’Yeah….too late for that’
The cop looked ‘What was that’
He noticed another white girl…hazel hair….nice enough
A Latin girl spoke instead…..he liked Latino’s…..she was rather cute…great body….not so young either…..not so like his daughters
‘What Penny meant Officer….it’s never too late for us to turn around…and back to the safety of our homes…..My Daddy will pick me up’
That broke the spell
‘Yeah right’

The officer turned around to the suited woman who was obviously in charge
It was time to end this…he was getting a little confused
‘Ma’am…do you have any paperwork’
‘Why yes…it here’ she rummaged through Emma Kaufmann’s shoulder bag and produced a few sheets of paper in a plastic wallet….she gave the wallet to the officer

He holstered his pistol and took the folder…the officer outside still aimed his shotgun…at the driver
The officer briefly perused the papers…there were official documents….one or two from his own department….sealed…access allowed…..a list of female names…official looking state letters…sealed and stamped….even one from his own Chief of Police

Without looking up ‘And you are Kaufmann…..Emma…Louise…..Mrs’

She felt like saying ‘No Sergeant….you were too late…..thanks to Carlos we knew they were coming….the full story…..Kaufmann Emma L …..Mrs….. is five miles back at least…..in a wood….gagged and bound…..her and her precious girls….we stripped them all…….I’m just wearing her clothes’

Instead ‘Yes officer….that is correct’
He closed the file ‘Please stay in the vehicle Ma’am…I need to call this in’
He backed out…..

Maguire watched him walk over to the other officer…who lowered his pump action shotgun….file in hand
‘Keep cool ladies’
‘And Babcock…..’Maguire still smiling
‘Yeah’ came from the back
‘Shut the fuck up…or I’ll punch your tits flat’
No one said anything

The young officer…weapon now lowered ‘What we got Fred’
‘A fucking cheerleader team…going to a game at the pen…would you believe it’
Greg…the younger officer replied ‘Yeah….I heard something about that’
‘Well…I haven’t’
Fred keyed his mic….attached to his vest ‘Control…this is Able 12 over’

‘Able 12 this is control…go ahead’ said a female voice
‘Control….he are at the VCP 3 on 95…stopped a bus…..claiming to be Fairfield College…cheerleader Team….going to Dovedale…..sponsored ball game set up by the governor…..person in charge…ah’ he referred back to the folder ‘Kaufmann…..Mrs….Emma L….please confirm and advise over’
‘Able 12…copy and wait out over’

Fred spoke ‘Stand down Greg….it’s clean….I think these gals are legit’
Greg lowered the shotgun even lower, his stance more relaxed
Fred Grimes, the Sergeant continued ‘These girls don’t look like that trash that bust out…and killed them guards……these girls look quality…and their teacher Greg…..Wow Fella…she’s way outa my league Boy’
Fred began to walk back over to the bus
Greg quipped ‘Better not mention that to Betty Fred….she’ll beat yer’
‘Shaddup wise ass’ was Fred’s reply

He mounted the steps and climbed back inside
‘Mrs Kaufmann…control are confirming and will advice on further action’ said Fred

‘Are we safe Sergeant’ said the bogus teacher
‘At the moment Maam…..you got some rough and dangerous types roaming around out there’

‘Are these men that dangerous’ a look of alarm on Emma or Maguire’s pretty face ‘are my girls at risk’ she paused, in mock embarrassment lowering her eyes from his gaze ‘From you know…’
Fred Grimes cut in

‘Women Ma’am’ the cop said ‘escaped women….all of them….eleven in fact’
Sergeant Grimes never counted the names on the list…back to those numbers on the bus…..something he would be later admonished for….11 females on the bus….11 escaped females……detective he would never make…..how could he tell them that all he was thinking about was fucking the so called teacher….he was having a mid like crisis for Christ sake

He looked at the girls…long legs…big tits…..the sexy looking teacher in tight pants…he though again….shit…he was starting to get hard again down below….surrounded by all this soft, upper crust feminine flesh…..the whole bus smelled of woman
‘Saying that Maam’ he paused…a little embarrassed too

‘With those women on the run…they were there for a reason….locked up an all….why they being locked up in the first place….bad stuff…...I would not take any chances with your girls with getting molested and all’…..they were locked up for a reason’
Gloria as Iris Kowlowski chipped in ‘My Lord….Jesus protect us’
Fred tried not to look at the huge tits and sturdy bra that held them in place ‘Quite right Ma’am’

He looked away and stared straight at a smiling Rizzo, who happened to cross her legs at the same time….Fred sneaked a very quick view of a gray triangle deep between the girls legs…..her underwear…her panties…...Geez….he thought…gotta get out of here….are they both doing that on purpose
Little did he suspect…they where

His chest mic kicked in
Thank god he thought
‘Able 12 this is control over’

Excuse me ladies said Fred…sweating a little now
‘Control this is Able 12 over go ahead’
‘We and Dovedale confirm the Fairfield party…..they are to turn back and return to Carter over’
Fred ‘Copy Control…under escort…over’
‘Negative Able 12…we cannot spare the manpower…we are stretched thin over’
Fred ‘Copy…..anything else’
‘Yes…..Able 13 and 14 will track their route back on 95…..both units will confirm all is normal and the party can proceed to city limits…coach party not to stop enroute for any reason until they reach the suburbs of Carter over’
There was a catch of breath ‘Perps thought not…..repeat not….. to be close to Carter or any habitat were there are groups of people….still rural….Over’
‘Copy control out and thanks’
‘One Last 12….we have requested Air…..a chopper from a local TV News network…..they and you may see it over’
Fred was about to confirm when the dispatcher chipped in again

‘ Sorry….One last again Able 12…..Dovedale thanks Mrs Kaufmann for her efforts and apologies….they will be in touch in the near future..flowers to all are on their way’
Maguire mouthed the words ‘Tell them thank you’
Fred took stock…Mrs Kaufman and her girls were somebody
Fred nodded ‘Control…..Mrs Kaufmann says thank you out’
‘Able 12 this is control out’

‘Sorry Mrs Kaufmann…games cancelled….you heard the rest’ shrugged Fred
‘Can we not be escorted Sergeant…..back to the city….we would all feel safer’ exclaimed Maguire…wishing the complete opposite but playing the part

‘Sorry Ma’am…you heard dispatch….we are spread pretty thin on the ground’ he paused and turned to the driver ‘ You will meet Able 13 first…just stop and check in…..then 14….same again…after that you got a clean run to Carter……those scumbags cannot have got that far by foot…they are still here in the boonies…..
Emma or Maguire pretended to look puzzled ‘Boonies’
‘Sorry…the country side Ma’am….old war phrase’….Fred spoke to the driver ‘all the same…don’t stop until you hit the city’
Charlie nodded ‘Affirmative’
Maguire/Emma continued, acting like the tactical ignoramus she pretended to be ‘we never saw no police cars on the way down’
‘We were not deployed then Ma’am…no need then’ Fred explained ‘only half hour ago that the prison transport was found…overturned and on fire…with guns missing’
He smiled ‘No need to worry Ma’am…just do not stop….except for patrols…have a nice day’
Too late thought Maguire….stopping that is……she had cut it fine, but so far luck was with them
Fred nodded and left the bus…his hormones buzzing like a teenager…..glad to get away and cool off….oblivious to the beeping and vibrating cell phones…..never realizing that they appeared to be a little busy….extra busy

Charlie or Mrs/Ms Chambers……started the bus…there was room for a three point turn…just…she did it five….it was a tight turn but she was an excellent driver
As they made the final turn Maguire and Gloria waved at the cops…..and some of the bogus girls too…..the cops waved back

Fred looked back at the departing bus…..its rear smoked window dark and black
‘Thank God their leaving…I nearly soiled my pants….some woman there….and those girls…..’
‘Greg cut in ‘Shame on you Fred…you having two daughters their age’ he was grinning like a cat with cream
Fred stormed off ‘Geez Greg…..thanks for reminding me…now I gotta go to Church on Sunday …I feel guilty enough as it is…and anyway…..you got that little Sally Perkins…..you lucky boy’
Greg’s parting shot was ‘Too late….It is Sunday Boss….and me and Sally never go on Sunday…we kinda lie in…know what I mean’
Lucky bastard thought Fred

Back on the bus there was a pregnant pause…..Charlie was checking her rear view mirrors
The checkpoint was receding fast into the distance
Maguire asked ‘Are we out of range yet’
‘Yep’ confirmed Charlie
Maguire popped the seatbelt release and stood up…turned around ‘Okay ladies…dump the sports it…...and change’

The passenger cabin was filled with the sound of whoops of joy
Maguire again ‘Pull the shades’
The bus was designed and equipped for onboard changing and she pulled a dark green partition curtain that blocked any view from someone looking inside from the front……without obscuring the drivers view to drive safely
The inside cabin lights were switched on as Maguire flipped a overhead switch
Maguire sat back down….next to Gloria….the green curtain behind them…..so far the plan was working
The engine roared as the bus picked up speed – 65
Charlie smirked Hell Mrs Kauffman …..the cops can’t blame us for speeding now’
Maguire smiled….the smile made her look good…..normal….as normal as the real Emma Kauffman would have looked…she crossed her legs….noted her black nylons and heels….conscious of wearing good quality underwear…a smart suit and soft and silky blouse…jewellery….being treated like a woman….it felt good to be a lady again

Maguire was oblivious to the ruckus generated in the back of the bus
Soon the bus’s cabin floor was littered with clothing….sports clothing….and kicked under seats were uniform dresses…..sports brassieres…spankies and tan pantyhose….socks and sneakers….pink ribbons….the detritus of a sports team…..the convicts were not that keen on dressing like cheerleader girls…but they were keen to dress like women….young women at that
The ex convicts delved into the real girls holdalls and bags….looking for their clothe, underwear that matched outfits…shoes or boots

Franklin, who was at the back of the bus wanted to use the rest room……she came back out holding a short…thigh high flower patterned dress….dark blues, reds and purple with swirling flowers as a pattern…..it was short sleeved with a deep V collar…with a short hemline…..it was not for her…..

In a slow speech she exclaimed ‘There’s more in there hanging up’
Some of the real cheerleaders had hung their dresses inside the restroom…to avoid creases

There was a scramble to the back…a rush to claim a dress….if it was missing from a holdall anyway…or not in the overhead storage
Rizzo did not like the choice of outfit available
Rizzo snatched the short floral dress from Franklin’s hands…the dress still had a closet hook inside
‘That’s not for you’ Rizzo briefly held the dress against her body……Rizzo was just wearing tan pantyhose…..seamless….no support and sheer to waist……her bushy triangle smothered underneath the nylon mesh…..she needed a little grooming there….they all did….her navel obscured underneath the tight garment….the waistband digging into her hips….leading up to the moulded cups of the sports bra…..razorback…..the ID in the purse she had stolen had implied that her current underwear had previously belonged to a certain Suzanne Palmer….her loss…Rizzo’s gain…….Rizzo checked the dress against her nearly naked body
‘That will do’
Franklin stammered, dim witted ‘Whatta I wear’
‘Go and get fucking Suzanne’s stuff’
‘Who dat’
Rizzo gasped ‘Fuck sake’
She pushed past the moist and hot bodies of females undressing…..breasts touching breasts….thighs and butts….there was not much space to operate
‘You smell ripe Langdon….get some perfume or spray on’
Langdon said nothing
Rizzo reached her seat….began stuffing things back into the holdall…she retrieved gear from the overhead storage…she made her way back…pushing and shoving
Clark was bending over…..her back to Rizzo…..her wide ass in a pair of newly retrieved white satin panties…..high hip…..plain, no seams…reinforced crotch just visible,,…she was rummaging in a bag
Rizzo slapped her ass hard ’Outa way Clarke’
‘Ow’ shouted Clarke…she stood up and turned around…..angry looking with that stupid look
She was bare breasted…big tits with big brown rounded nipples….her breasts hung natural…..her wide hips in the high hipped panties….a little white bow in the centre of the waistband…she was holding a white bra in her hands…..moulded white plain cups…no lace or frills…..
Rizzo smirked ‘Hope that fits those melons Clarke’
Clarke just grimaced ‘Me too Riz’
Rizzo made it back to Franklin
‘These are yours’
Rizzo took the dress…and then the bag that was on Franklin’s seat
‘These are mine’
Rizzo with her new outfit pushed back down the aisle…she encountered Clarke again
Clarke had just finished snapping on the white bra….a U Band on her back….sturdy straps….Clarke had bra bulge….it was a little small….Clarke was trying to force her large breasts into the smaller cups…..the girl who had bought the bra was obviously a little smaller in the titty department
‘Keep at it Clarkey…….you’ll get there girl’ she laughed
‘Hope so’ murmured Clarke…….lifting and stuffing

Soon the bus was full of woman….squirming into clothes…snapping of elastic….bras hitched and adjusted…. arms and legs akimbo….legs high in the air as they pulled on various pairs of pantyhose…..jeans being pulled up and fastened over fresh recently discovered panties….dresses pulled over heads and let to fall…..camisoles and crop tops……a lot of cussing and cursing too as the bus rolled along at speed

Out of site in the front
‘On your right Boss’ said Charlie ‘the wood coming up’
Maguire and Gloria were looking at the passing small wood…an island of green in a sand brown sea…..no sign of anybody…no sign of eleven underwear clad females running around waving for help…..good….Maguire briefly saw the woods in detail……within were the real sporty girls and their teacher…. all still tied up, hopefully…their muted pleas and lack of comfort camouflaged within those deep screening branches and trunks……Maguire straightened her collar on the stolen suit jacket…reached behind and dug into the back of her tight gray pants…..her fingers briefly caressed the equally stolen satin panties as she gripped the pistol’s plastic grip…..
‘Thank you ladies…you have been of service’ she said as a farewell….and placed the unwanted gun deep into the overhead baggage rack
The bus motored on East….heading to Carter City

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SCENE 4: CARTER CITY AND BEYOND

Fifteen minutes later they were still driving
The bus motored along at a steady speed…..faster now……as if the driver and passengers were eager to vacate the area….to reach somewhere safe
The stolen vehicle rocked from side to side….at times the chassis jarred violently as the wheels and suspension hit a pothole or two
The green partition curtain had opened five minutes prior
They were all escaped convicts…..a big emphasis on were…..as they were all now dressed as individuals……rather than a sports team, cheerleaders no more…..or being identified with a drab and nameless group….such as a work gang
Especially without the dirty orange jump suits……which had definitely identified them as some kind of offenders……social lepers….incarcerated, dangerous women……persona non grata in society..….like the herded animals they had become
Now they were ex prisoners….released…..
They all looked quite changed and diverse from just a short time ago……there was a vast difference in appearance
They were female again…..dressed as females should be……with all the intimacy that being of that gender entailed….all the detail…all the care…..all the classic beauty…
Well, with most of them anyway!!!!
Hair….not what you could call clean…but styled and brushed.…they were all in desperate need of a manicure or pedicure…..well…a few were, as most of them did not know what the term meant…..as well as nails, they were in need of a little personal trimming…..under the arms on some, others well……you know……a little bit further down below

Ryker was one of them….and it grated on her…….when wearing the awful prison underwear, one did not notice
But now, sitting in the soft cushioned seat, her legs crossed over…..Black nylon hissing over black nylon….her legs and thighs sliding over each other…she felt different
She suffered no guilt or shame, no squeamishness in wearing another woman’s underwear and nylons….the intimate apparel made her feel sexy again….something not experienced in a long time
She was now very self conscious of her personal hygiene, her new clean clothes had given her a new outlook on life, the soft, silky and light fabrics had reawakened long dormant memories of a past life, a certain way of living….a clean way of living…..and under her fresh clean clothes, she was rather aware of her stinking body…..

When that Cunt Frenchie had given the all clear….she was eager as the others to strip off…it had been good at first to dress in those young bitches uniforms……
Wow!…..a good bra, a tight pair of real to god panties….and Mother Fucker!
Pantyhose…..nylons…..a real treat….it was good to wear a little make up again too….but, at her age, she wasn’t any cheerleader, never had been when she was young……she had felt like a circus clown in the uniform….unlike those wop bitches up front…..but the blonde girls everyday wear clothes….what that cutie pie had chosen to wear that day…the show off prim donna bitch!
Boy! They were something else

She had wriggled her butt into a skimpy pair of black lacy panties….swirling flowers on mesh…quite delicious and see through…..a thong up her ass…...normally they would have looked great on her, sexy…. but her bushy hair kind of rather spoilt the effect….and the feeling on wearing them….not very sexy if one was to get intimate…..a good shave would remedy that, and that she promised to do at the first given opportunity

Thank god for these lovely black pantyhose…..nice and tight, they snagged her hips just right….tight also around her crotch, no slack….the nylon mesh kept her rather bushy muff in its natural place…..as the skimpy panties where not up to the task…..Shit!....it was like she had an Afro down there…..
She stroked her upper leg, she liked the feel of nylon…..lots of leg, shiny….she caressed her knee…..mindful that a young blonde girl intended her knee to be there…..plenty of thigh on display with the short black leather mini skirt, zipped at the back……the boots were a dream, black felt, with a high heel and pointed toes…..her stockinged feet inside, they were a little snug, but they would suffice……the boots were high and tight just under the knee, high on the calf……

Ryker was wearing a gossamer and sheer blouse….black…..long sleeved…..with a boat neck….square…..thanks to modern cosmetic surgery Ryker had a good sized chest….her thin waist, no stomach and the curve of a good bosom….she looked lithe and stunning…...underneath the black blouse was a camisole…..plain, no trim or frills complete with spaghetti straps…..and again under that……a black lacy bra…..half mesh cup, with the same flower design……one could see her small nipples through the sheer and lacy cups
Rykers red painted thin lips sneered in memory, the blonde girl, the girl who had purchased the bra, intended for her own use….a bra that was sized to support her own breasts…had larger, round brown nipples

Rykers stolen brassiere had a straight back torso band with thin shoulder straps…..the garment produced one hell of a cleavage…..not a great support garment…..but the brassiere was never supposed to be…..Ryker knew that already when she had first slipped the straps over her shoulders….….when she walked, her heavy chest would bounce…..that was the impression the real owner wished to arouse ….to turn heads walking down the street…and so she would have…..if she had been allowed to wear it

Ryker was wearing her jewellery…..her trinkets……her wrist watch…...wearing everything that made the girl female….even her cosmetics…..Ryker had a thin face, a sharp angled chin…..bright red lips…gray mascara and eyeliner…..her ear lobes were adorned with small gold studs…..her hair black and short…..very short on the neck……she was now attractive, especially fitted out in these trendy black clothes….very modern…she would have no problem at all latching on to a partner…male….or female

But the blonde girl who originally owned the outfit…she had been in a class of her own….a real beauty….when they had hijacked the bus and pushed and pulled those girls off……she had clocked the girl straight away……she had been attracted at once……if it had not been for that cunt Frenchie she would have had her too…..but the girls outfit and underwear were the next best thing….her temporary consolation price…..
Ryker had sized up the blonde bombshell in seconds….she knew that her clothes would fit
Jane Kyser was her type of girl
Ryker remembered how those blue eyes went wide in shock at the shout of ‘Strip’

Rizzo felt very contented in her short, high on the thigh cotton/satin mix dress…..the blue and purple floral patterned garment suited her complexion, as it would with any Mediterranean, Latino or Asian female….anyone with a tan or olive skin tone
Her dark hair, the ponytail and pink ribbon now departed……had been brushed out as much as possible, it was now worn long and care free, resting on her shoulders

She had a descent sized bust….she had struggled to find a bra that fitted her….the one in the holdall did not match the dress….it was pink, pink coral in colour…..and too small for Rizzo…..obviously Franklin’s original holdall was not the one that matched the dress……

That stupid fuck Franklin had never even opened the holdall in the first place….inside was a pair of light blue slacks….with a light cashmere sweater, open necked with a few buttons at the top….the sweater coral pink of course…..bikini style pink panties….plain, no seams……not a bad outfit, very summer time for a pretty girl….a pair of new light blue ballerina flats were also in the holdall

Wasted on that freaky looking Franklin…..it was like putting a fur coat on a pig…..oh well, tough shit

After shouting, swearing and a few threats she located the bag that matched her dress

Dark navy blue underwear….a bra that fit her like a glove…..plain moulded cups……a straight back rear band…..panties where bikini’s…..no lace…just plain……black pantyhose, 20 denier, sheer to waist…..a pair of black open heels…a low heel with ankle straps…..her pantyhose toes had no reinforced seams…nice
A girl’s jewels and accessories to match……..all had belonged to the unfortunate Maria Santa Lopez….a fellow Latino
Rizzo squeezed and wriggled into the lot…Ramirez had zipped her up from behind

Ramirez looked great too
Her dark hair still in a ponytail….complete with a pink cheerleader ribbon…..she thought it made her look cute
A short sleeved light blue denim dress that buttoned fully at the front……Ramirez had provocatively left a few buttons on her chest undone…..likewise on her legs……a nice figure, full chested……underneath she wore poor Lucy Wong’s underwear……flesh or nude coloured bra and panties…..hipsters and a semi lace push up bra…straight backed…..light tan, opaque pantyhose, almost white….. a seam running up the middle from the gusset and over her belly, to the waistband on her hips, deliciously obscuring the small triangular nude coloured panties underneath………her stockinged feet sported blue lace up deck shoes with a white sole

Babcock was in jeans……dark jeans….tight jeans
Her hair loose…brushed as best as could be
Rose coloured lipstick
Tucked into the belted jeans she wore a plain white blouse with a winged collar……a white bra just visible underneath
A pair of trendy black Nike sports shoes on her feet…sporty white ankle socks……after all, Harmony Adams, a black girl, was a very sporty young lady….full of vim and vigour

Jansen was still looking at her reflection in a compact mirror…..hair tied back with a scrunchie she had found in a purse….the tip of her tongue touched her upper lip…….smoothing the flesh toned lipstick
Jansen was white, with a little mix of the oriental……but not pasty white, a light tan
Julia Pascal was a Latino……very pretty…...but she was rather indisposed right now
But Jansen did her new clothing justice…..in her prison garb she looked rather unassuming….bland…not ugly either…..someone to just nod at and generally ignore…..no one ever had laid her as their first choice…..she was an after a good beer girl!
She was living proof on what a good wardrobe choice could do to a girl’s ambitions…..
Even though the clothes she wore had not been her personal choice…..another had made those very intimate and delicate decisions

A tight merino organic wool mini dress……tight fitting, sophisticated…deep port red
Long-sleeved, framed with a round neckline

Her legs encased, sheathed in shimmering honey tan toned pantyhose……15 to 20 denier at least
On her feet….where black patent leather over the ankle Chelsea boots….very new looking….designer

Underneath the dress….Oh Boy, under that tight fitting dress…..invisible to the eye, but Jansen could feel them on her skin alright…..she felt different…..she never felt this sexy….so desirable

Burgundy red underwear….good quality, from a high end store, maybe one of those fancy boutiques that she had read about….…..low hip panties, V shaped at the front, exposing her soft belly even more…..a full silk back over her ass……lace and sheer at the front and over her side and hips, flowers on mesh….a cute little bow…….a brassiere that matched, U back band…full lacy cups, flower print, Bow in the middle…scallop lace trim……the straps dug into her shoulders…..the bra was not a perfect fit, but fuck it…..she had never worn one like it before…..ever

She had never worn clothing as fine and classy as these….silk underwear, expensive nylons…...to her the local Target store had been a luxury…..she had never known Julia Pascal, the girl whose body the clothes had been intended for….but wearing them made Jansen feel and act like a distinctly different woman

These five Ex Cons-…..abused, bruised and battered, the very microcosm of the many thousands who had fallen through the safety net called society, ignored, swept under the rug…their poverty and desperation making them turn to crime….and now generally, and conveniently forgotten by those considered more fortunate….more prosperous……more law abiding…..until now……for the incarcerated had broken free
So be it….
And now these desperate lepers of society looked like them……they had stolen their image
If one looked closely…….took their time…let their stare linger a little….one may discern the odd bruise or two on those pantyhose sheathed legs
Hands that looked a little rough….calloused palms……nails in need of repair, no nail varnish….hands that new real work…..not the hands that threw beach balls…..or turned over the pages on a book
On some, the hair a little oily, not fresh, free or breezy……split ends
These newly repatriated women had the aroma of perfume, the scent of real feminine women, under arm spray….even sprayed between and under their legs, which had stung a little for some
Splashes of perfume on the wrists and neck
But if one got close…really close….one may detect a sour tang……the tart whiff of an unwashed body
Closer still…their eyes…they had that look……flitting at times…..nervous…..something not quite right
Under the purloined cosmetics….spider webs around the eyes that should not have been there…..stress….hard work…..a life undergoing violence, and giving some too
But on the surface, superficially at least, as superficial as the girls they had stolen the clothes from…they looked first class…..a complete transformation
They had transformed into well dressed young women…..normal…..not a care in the world and out for fun

Well, most of them did..…their guardian and educator looked equally prosperous and good looking.
The driver and trainer as they should be

The other three….it was the fucking other three…..the three hidden at the back, in the shadows…..even though they were now wearing good, quality clothes….decent underwear……Well…..they were a mess…an horrific parody of what the real girls who had owned the clothes should be…..they were a liability…..a threat to their endeavour to escape…and therefore they were dangerous to be around

Maguire needed to ditch those three…and ditch them fast
Maguire’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted

‘Helo’…..coming straight at us’ bellowed Charlie
‘Seen’ replied Maguire

Flying at low level…straight towards them……following the highway…..a fast moving black shape was getting larger and larger
Maguire or ALICE kicked in ‘Stay seated…..Stay calm’ she shouted
The helicopter was starting to fill the bug stained windshield
Over the noise of the bus’s engine there was a terrific roar…as the helicopter flew low and straight over the silver bus
‘He’s coming around’ shouted Maguire, she was turning around following its track…..so were the ‘Girls’
The helo started to execute a sharp banking manoeuvre….it was a black and white Bell 505, black large letters on white ‘Police’……a small aircraft, a public safety helicopter, a crew of two

It was definitely going to circle them
Maguire turned around ‘Okay Girls…..look friendly….and wave’

The Helo was on the right……level with the bus…..a helmeted member of the flight crew was looking at the…a black sun visor down….unsmiling…….
She had the mental image of Blackhawks….door gunners eager on the trigger of a General Purpose Machine Gun…boxes of belt fed 7.62 ready to let fly
The image left her…it was just a glorified ‘Eye in the Sky’
Fucking prick cops….always the hard cases….flight jockeys….Maguire wished she RPG right now….that would break is hard man stare

Charlie kept driving…looking straight ahead
Gloria impassive….a solid looking matriarch

Maguire was waving….smiling…..making all the over the top exaggerated movements…for her anyway…the movements that any normal, average woman would do… non-threatening….a little nervous
The small little gestures with the hand….waggling fingers, the timid wave
The police chopper kept on circling….on its second pass….the co-pilot waved back
It flew to the rear of the still moving bus….and shot off down the road
Maguire breathed ‘Relax ladies…..you can stop waving…he checked in…we’re good’

The chopper kept following the road
The moving bus lost in the increasing distance….the bust had checked out…..Able 12 confirmed the transit of the college bus….likewise Carter Control….the bus was inbound from the quarantine zone…heading for safety
The chopper kept on flying fast…..drive time and flight time were vastly different…..in ten minutes flying…something hove into view….a topographical feature that needed a quick fly by

The pilot had noted a small wood…a copse of trees…an island in a sea of grass….the only cover for miles around from the long straight highway…..the Helo veered off sharply to the left
The pilot noted the dirt road bisecting the wood….the downdraft from the main rotors causing the trees and foliage to shake, bend and shudder in the artificially induced gale
He pulled on the collective…..held the stick steady…..power decreased
The Helo was in a low circling orbit…..inspecting the wood

Underneath the thick canopy…leaves, dirt and grass blew all over place
The engine noise was booming
The shadow, the darkness…the swaying trees….the branches
The writhing, desperate figures underneath…struggling…squirming……

The bound and gagged females were looking up…..imploring the helicopter above to see them
Until then they had all been exhausted by their terrible ordeal….energy spent…..just sitting or lying there….tied up….gagged….most still in shock…others trying to think of a way out
The approach of the chopper….the chance at discovery and release from their torment had reanimated them all

One or two still bound together…back to back…just struggled against each other….screaming through the tight cleave gags…
.
Ms Roberta May was bucking against the black girl Harmony Adams…forcing Harmony forward….after all they were tied together
Roberta was desperate to be released…..she had had enough of being roughed up, tied up and gagged….her fucking clothes were gone…..she had had been forced to put on someone else’s dirty skivvies….god knows what germs were all over her soft skin
She was pissed….struggling, hips elevated….thin waist….ankles zipped
The stinking spandex shorts….tight on her curved hips and stomach…..her pubic bulge looking delicious….her curved backside…..peachy
The manlike vest had risen up….her navel showing…..rounded loose breasts swinging free….nipples erect and showing through the rough cotton
As she bucked up and down….her teeth biting on the cleave gag…mouth and lips in a distorted grimace….her eyes wide…makeup a mess….hair trapped underneath….her face red and flushed…..if the chopper engine had not interfered the clearing would have been echoing with her muted moans of rage

Others were rolled over….their grime coated, forced upon them underwear…vest and manlike shorts….covered in dust, dirt, twigs and leaves…..hands and feet twisting the plastic cuffs….

The Real Kaufmann was now on her side…..her bare knees red and scuffed…her limbs scratched....the vest had rolled up her stomach….her lower breasts exposed, glimpses of large brown and erect nipples…..the filthy off white top had risen due to her struggles to get free…..her replacement pants were up her ass….her bound wrists and ankles were red raw….red lines marking her once unblemished skin…..the gag sore in and around her mouth…..her eyes moist…red rimmed…leaves and twigs enmeshed in her once clean and perfectly styled hair….which now looked ragged, a complete mess

The helicopter above moved slowly….almost in a hover…..their potential rescuer, their saviour…she too was shouting through the gag….her head nodding and imploring the helicopter to come lower….see them….release them

She briefly saw the silver crest of the police department on the howling aircraft, the gliding fuselage, the seemingly horrendously loud aircraft….a flitting image above the impenetrable and copious canopy…even though the downdraft was powerful…it was not enough to separate the trees….not enough to provide a gap…a gap for the crew to see what lay below

Myra Koslowski….the badly injured team trainer…after her previous brief burst of energy, pulling at the bonds that tied her to a tree trunk…. she had passed out again
Now there was blood…dried blood….on and around her nose….she was braless, her breasts huge and voluminous…..there was dried blood on her pale chest…..and large white briefs…..the rotor and engine noise of the chopper had brought her around……she was very cognisant…..aware of her surroundings once more

Emma was startled…her head raised, teeth and gag…. lying on her aching side….hands and arms behind her bank….ankles tightly closed together…..a figure whooshed past her….a figure standing up…erect…sort of
It was Penny Ashcroft, a trim and cute white girl…..very athletic….the best gymnast in the team….her hands behind her back…zipped….her strawberry blond hair trapped under the gag….same as the others….her ankles also zipped….her cute shapely figure in the manlike prison underwear…limbs toned…lithe….healthy sized breasts bouncing as she hopped….knees bending…..
She had managed to get her back onto a tree trunk….shimmied herself up and had began to hop….her gymnastic skills coming to the fore…her young, lithe and very fit body had been sculpted and moulded for just this type of emergency
Emma…despite the gale force wind, trees bending back and fore…leaves, twigs, the odd branch flying through the air….dust and dirt irritating all their already puffed eyes…..yet she hoped…God she hoped….
Go Girl…..
Go Girl…..
Go Girl…..
Just like one of their Team Songs

Penny was hopping down the clearing….intending to follow the path their stolen bus had taken
She was trying to get to the dirt road that bisected the wood
The police would see them….land…release them
Penny efforts were looking good…hop…hop…hop
She was fast….she had a good rhythm going
Her butt shapely and tight……one could discern the crack in her ass…..her curved sweaty back….even in the disgusting shorts
Penny’s bust was a healthy shape and size…..bulging within the vest….her sports bra had been stolen, hence her bundles of fun were unsupported…..she was bouncing in all directions
Go…Go
Penny was just nearing the end of the clearing……what was that Orange thing near her bound feet
It happened so quickly

The orange thing got caught in her feet…..she stumbled…she shot forward…her head hitting a tree trunk
Penny hit the floor face first…she was out cold
Her bound feet had got caught in a discarded prison jump suit….it had tripped her
She had landed close to Emma
Penny’s eyes were closed…..blue mascara on her eyelids….false eyelashes…..
Stretched lips…..with the gag….dabs of red lipstick smeared the white cloth where her small mouth had chafed on it
Her forehead now sport a red welt…that would bruise and swell
Her chest rose up and down……at least she had just knocked herself out
Emma’s head slumped….she too was now face down…sobbing
The chopper pulled away……the raging wind seemed to lessen….quickly
Eventually the clearing was just reduced to the muted whimpering sobs off all the gagged and bound women
Except for one
In a grunting rhythm Myra…fully awake now, angry…so fucking angry…..was pulling hard at the plastic that held her arms behind the tree trunk…..
She was heaving her arms and shoulders in a frenetic motion….like a woman possessed
One Two Three
One Two Three
One Two Three


SCENE 5: ABLE 13

Officer Bianca Gallo cradled her shotgun
It was late afternoon…the sun had changed……more clouds filled the sky…a stiff breeze was up
She watched the bus as it growled and rumbled away from the vehicle checkpoint….a silver and chrome luxury transport, very modern and very new….she read the logo on the rear as the vehicle faded away….Fairfield College Home of the Wolverines….with a cartoon snarling animal clawing out of the rear…..now heading directly for the suburbs of Carter City
She stared and shook her head slightly….and spat onto the hot tarmac

The Patrol Car…Able 13….was partly parked over the highway lanes….creating a partial block…..a few orange red traffic cones were marking what through access remained
Her partner Terry Scott was replacing the cones……a movable marker to stop….also near Scott, on the side of the macadam layered road was the stinger….ready to deploy if and when needed

Bianca was wearing her shades…..Oakley’s…still staring at the bus
Her black hair was tightly rolled into a ball at the back of her head
She had dark eyes
Her nose was rather crooked…like it had been broken at some point in time
Her chin was pointed….a little too much protrusion
Her mouth was large…her teeth bright white…she wore no lipstick or makeup
But yet she was not unattractive…she was only 22

She worked out….she had a tough body…she loved sports and boxing in particular
If not…her body would turn to fat…she knew that
Her breasts were large….she favoured heavy sports bras and wore them most of the time
Her briefs were always substantial and therefore very supportive
No lace and frills for this girl

And always neutral colours…easy to wear…easier to wash
Like her uniform…she favoured pants….cargo pocket types……and her legs were rather short
But it all seemed to work…men liked her
Liked the look of her…yes
But not her mouth

She was Italian American by heritage…..therefore, as per character…..loud…sometimes too loud for some…..very opinionated….when she talked, she expected everyone else to take notice
What made it worse ….for some was that she was a rookie cop….only been on the job five months

‘Something ain’t right about them’ she shouted to Scott….still holding her shotgun ready….all it would take is to whip it up and…bang!

Scott was a decent guy…been in the department for three years
Dark hair normally…..but he had chosen a hard cut…military style
Shades…aviators
He was young and trim….fit
Unlike most cops…and very single
Pistol holstered
Like Gallo he was wearing a utility vest over his shirt….
‘What Gallo’ his tone indicated that he was tired of her already

Gallo continued ‘On the surface…Yeah….they looked legit…..but cheerleader team…I don’t know….they looked a little long in the tooth for that’

Scott was walking back to the patrol cruiser ‘Able 12 confirmed their transit…..and the passenger list…..they were all expected at Dovedale…a football game…..they got caught up in this and turned around’

‘Yeah….I I know but…’ attempted Gallo
‘But what’ Scott exasperated ‘Air spotted them…on time from Able 12’
He continued ‘Control confirmed them’

‘But……’ Gallo again
‘Their teacher was a nice woman’ Scott neglected to say he wouldn’t mind a pop at her….good looking woman like that…great body…good tits…smartly dressed….she had a wicked smile
And that was the problem….he was just looking at the good looking educator….all of her
Gallo had not…she had been looking at the others…from what she could see from behind the lust struck Scott
‘Look Scott…some of them where freaking hiding at the back….I’m sure of it…hiding their faces’ said Gallo
‘So….maybe their nervous…there are dangerous people around….they wanna get home…right’ Scott was still not interested

‘No…no way……some looked okay,….dressed right an all…..but….it was something about them…..playing false….and they were too fucking old to be cheerleaders…..those Latino twins were flashing tits, legs and ass to distract you…I’m sure of….no one moves like that except fucking hookers or those professional hostess bimbos you see at the Hilton lounge on paydays’ she was shouting now

‘But you never got that far in looking Scott…..you were too busy ogling that fucking goody too shoes Teacher’ she continued
‘So what…I’m not married’ said Scott
‘But she was….bet you never noticed her wedding band….too busy looking at her tits she was pushing out at you’ said Gallo
Scott looked as if he was getting angry…..his face taking a crimson hue

‘Look Scott…I have been around those types nearly all my life…..they were not right….something was off’ she was nearly pleading

Scott turned around, staring down at her, then he blew ‘Where you ever a fucking cheerleader’ already knowing the answer

Caught off guard by the aggressive verbal grilling Gallo stammered
‘No…what’s that got to do….’ She was cut off in mid speech

Scott was angry, he felt like he had been accused of something
‘Well how the fuck would you know….Stumpy’ he was shouting in her face

Both Police officers stood staring at each other
Gallo looked a little hurt ‘Fuck you…getting personal….not to say unprofessional’

Scott broke the awkward silence ‘Look Gallo….now you mention professionalism’
‘You’ve been on the job…what is it four months’
‘Five’ she answered, her voice low

Scott continued, very calm and controlled now
‘And what….you busted three guys for attempted rape…..two for attempted criminal damage….four people for jaywalking….and six….six for Christ sake….loitering with intent’ he blew out a big breath
‘And they all did nothing…..now the department as multiple lawsuits against it…all in five months’
He paused
‘Potential millions they aint got’
‘Man…you should have been busted like the rest of us would have….put on leave pending……but NO’

He let his words sink in
‘Your uncle is the fucking Mayor’
‘Christ Gallo…Mayor fucking Gallo…duh….why do you think you’re out here…..to take in the country….the fucking fresh air…...you’re a menace to the fucking city….they told me to keep you out of trouble and out of the fucking way’

He looked at her and shouted ‘So shut the fuck up’
Gallo opened her mouth and closed it…fast

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SCENE 6: CARTER CITY

The bus pulled up at the side walk……blinkers flashing…….curtains closed
Breaks hissed…..hydraulics wheezed as the passenger door opened
As the small double doors whished open a tiered foot step ladder also deployed

There appeared a trendy pair of black suede black boots..…taking careful, tentative steps down the small gantry
As if she was afraid to stumble or fall
The boots….with pointed toes, were high heeled…she paused again
As she was contemplating her next move…..as if hesitant on exiting the bus
Then she finally stepped onto the hard concrete sidewalk
There was the wheeze again as the bus doors closed behind her
A roar as the silver Mercedes bus gunned its engine and pulled away

More can be seen of the boots…..legs in rich black and shiny pantyhose……a short leather skirt…..accompanied by a short leather box jacket……underneath a sheer blouse hiding melon like breasts….thrusting from her chest
A necklace…gold
A thin neck
A woman’s bag over the shoulder…black leather…designer
A thin face….red lipstick….bright red….black mascara
Short hair with gold earrings…..hair high on the neck

She had not moved…….the street was busy, people coming and going….traffic going both ways….horns honking…..people shouting……people and noise….lights….bright…storefronts…headlights…too many lights….it was dusk, the sun was going down
Too many lights….too much noise…..too many people….she was starting to feel dizzy….overwhelmed….her senses were being overwhelmed…she was getting disorientated….she was back in a city….not the hole….the cage

Her fingers reached into the shoulder bag…..past the pistol that Maguire had acquired and had discarded......a little side pouch…she retrieved the objects….she rummaged around…soon there was a flick…a flame…a sucking of breath….and smoke

She inhaled….kept inhaling……the smoke and taste of tobacco had started to calm her down

A man walked by…middle aged, wearing a light suite and glasses…sporting a goatee beard
‘Hey lady….if you want to get busted’ he pointed to a sign above on a lamp post ‘zero tolerance zone’
She looked up…shit
‘No Smoking – By Order’
Well…no need to get pulled in for that
She had a big urge to say fuck you….but not yet…too soon

A heeled boot with a black stockinged leg stamped on the cigarette…..the toe of the boot twisted on the butt

She walked away…nearly stumbled…she was not used to heels, it had been so long….down the side walk…..slowly…..no need to fall over…..she must get used to wearing heels again
Practice makes perfect
Instinct….pure female instinct…..they learned these traits in their youth…..once learnt, never forgotten
Faster she became….more confident….her strides getting longer….her hips starting to sway…..she was remembering how to act like a woman

She noted a few stares…..men…..maybe that woman who had just went past her….maybe
Why not…..thanks to Jane Kyser she was fashionably attired….outer as well as underneath

It was getting darker……they would know soon…the cops, they would know that they had got away….she needed a place to lay low
She looked around
Near a busy intersection, a major crossroads at that……a parking lot, a big parking lot…..a retail court

It was Friday night….normal people getting ready for a normal weekend
Surely someone could help her out in there…..somewhere in there was an unwitting volunteer
She felt horny as fuck….she wanted sex…..she had the suitable clothes…she felt sexy in another girls’ underwear and clothes…...man or woman….or both….she smiled…..that interested her….a special treat after all these years
Ryker kept walking…..heading for the retail park with its very busy parking lot



The bus kept motoring along the city main street…two lane traffic in either direction…headlights and taillights….street lighting….gas stations….take out joints, restaurants…..the trademark of a polluting modern metropolis….full of hope and sin…..something for everybody

Maguire just looked out of the window, twisting the stolen wedding ring on her finger…Well….I’m back…at last…..back in the rat race

Only she and Charlie were still on the bus……
Ryker was the last one…….thank fuck

Well….time to get off, it couldn’t be long now before this bus ruse was blown……
If she was honest…she had been surprised it had worked
She noted it was nearly dark

She had noted a lot of Police cars around….more than normal for a city centre……Cops hanging around intersections…..maybe….or it could be just plain paranoia

Just do it
She retrieved the teachers shoulder bag and the black trench coat from the overhead rack…it was then she noted that the Glock was gone
She paused….fuck it, it must have been Ryker….only her…..

Maguire had never intended to use it again anyway…..getting stopped with a firearm would have blown away the rest of the plan

‘Pull over Charlie…time to go’
Maguire felt the bus slow down, there was the ticking of the blinkers, indicating a left turn
The bus pulled up at the sidewalk again…..the doors wheezed open

Maguire made to leave down the steps
‘You look after yourself Charlie….it was an Honour….Semper Fi’
Charlie smiled back ‘Semper Fi Boss……always there if you need me’
‘I know Charlie…I know…..our kind are always there for each other’

Maguire did not look back or say anything…Charlie was a survivor….she would make out
Behind her…..she felt the bus pull away

Once clear…..Maguire looked around….it was a mild night…..in her stolen clothes she joined the crowd

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SCENE 7: ABLE 12

Sergeant Fred Grimes and Officer Greg Morris were driving back to Carter City…..it was dark now…..pitch black outside except for the brilliant cones of their respective headlights

They were both silent…tired…it had been a long day, they were maxed out on overtime already…..there was only the speeding car, the car engine and the chatter from the radio network….nothing outside….the land was dark
Greg was driving

‘Trust 14 to be 30 minutes late’ referring to Able 14 their relief

Fred chirped up, is voice expressing his fatigue, he was getting to old for these late shifts
‘It’s that bonehead Dobbs……be late for his own funeral’
The cruiser sped on

‘I could murders a coffee’ said Fred

‘Me too Sarg…..where the fuck are those runaways where did they go anyway….there’s fuck all around here’
Fred was looking out of his passenger window….looking at total blackness and his tired looking reflection
‘Beats me Greg……and I don’t care’ Fred had no time to finish the sentence

Greg had slammed on the brakes…..also turning on the Emergency Light Cluster on top of the roof
Fred’s forward momentum pulled him against the seatbelt…his head down towards his rather large stomach
Finally the car stopped….and Fred shot back into his seat
‘Fucks sake Greg’…he shouted ‘You trying to kill me’

Fred’s mouth stayed open
Greg was out of the car with his shotgun….pointing it at something….he was younger and fitter…his reflex action quicker
Fred saw him pointing his weapon
That something was someone….in fact it was a bunch of them

Fred was a little shaken by the nearly fatal stop…..his breathing was hard….his chest felt a little tight…too many smokes…beer…fatty food….time to change habits Mr Freddie he thought…..he tried to control his breathing…take in what he was seeing

In front of the car…..in the cone of headlights……red and blue pulsating lights adding to the situation….God….they had nearly run over a bunch of women
Women walking down a pitch black highway at night was unusual in itself
What was more unusual was that they were just in their underwear…crappy underwear at that…but still underwear

A large and rather portly woman, Fred noted that she was braless and wearing just large granny pants…..her nose bloody….was being assisted….helped along by two other women
Another younger woman…who looked dazed, maybe concussed….was being held up by two other young women
They were walking stiffly….they had no footwear….their feet were bloody, cut and grazed

In fact they were all young women…..girls really….petite and slim looking…..healthy and very fit…..he noted nice tits….then felt guilty when remembering his own two girls who where roughly the same age

Then there was the older woman…mature…good looking although now looking a little roughed up….waving her hands, imploring Greg who had his shotgun raised…….a good figure, nice legs with a hoop of cloth hanging around her lower neck
Some of the other girls had similar hoops of cloth around their necks….Fred realized…gags….released gags that where too knotted to be removed…they could be cut off only

The younger girls were mostly crying….one or two had dropped to their bare knees onto the hard asphalt

They all wore dirty white shorts and vests…skin tight…..manlike….like they were issue….issue of what….military…..Police….or…or…..Prison….could it be…could it…God no thought Fred

These women weren’t the breakout group…fugitives…..the work detail that had escaped…...then who were they ???

A light bulb turned on in his brain….he counted them…….1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 and Oh Fuck…11
How many broke out….11

He was out of the car shouting ‘Greg….Greg…….put the weapon down….down Greg’
Greg turned towards his friend and Sergeant….looking confused
‘Put it down Greg….for Christ sake put it down’
Greg lowered the shotgun

Fred turned to the older and mature looking woman
In her dirty underwear…hands out….imploring them not to shoot…..in her skivvies…..braless, hard nipples showing through the top….shorts tight on her crotch and ass…bruised legs
‘What’s your name Ma’am’
The dishevelled and sobbing woman cried out ‘Kaufmann….Emma Kaufmann’
Fred had a vision of the woman in the front seat, smart gray pant suit, in a white blouse with bulging tits…great ass……he really had a doodle for her…..and she said she was Kaufmann
‘Jesus Christ’ he shouted and ran back to the idling police cruiser




SCENE 8: ABLE 13

Gallo and Scott were not speaking to each other
Scott was smoking a cigarette……both were standing outside…..it was quite except for radio chatter
Otherwise the crickets in the nearby fields could drive anyone mad

Gallo was livid
She had an hour left with this asshole
She was just about to say something nasty when the radio kicked in
Instantly she knew it was important

‘All Units All Units Code Red Code Red’
‘All Units I repeat Code Red....Code Red’
‘Clear this channel….Clear this Channel’

‘This is Able 12…Able 12 inbound Carter…inbound Carter’
‘Grid Location on Beacon 12 Beacon 12 Highway 63….63….Eastbound’
‘Request backup….Ambulance and Med…EMT….at least 3 Units over’

There was a pause….Gallo listened…Scott stopped smoking and edged closer to listen

‘Able 12…Copy your last…..Med inbound and alerted…state nature of call over’

Satisfied that control understood the nature of the call in Able 12 resumed

‘Copy control’ another pause

‘Control…the Dovedale Fugitives…repeat the Dovedale breakout….they broke the cordon….I repeat…the broke the cordon’

Again a pause ‘The fugitives ambushed the Fairfield College bus….they took their place…..they broke the cordon pretending to be a cheerleader team……repeat… they replaced the college Cheerleader Team….they were all gagged and bound and left at the roadside…...they were imposters…..and are now probably in Carter…repeat…they are probably already within the Carter City limits…alert all city police…Over’

Gallo spun on Scott, nearly spitting at him ‘I Fucking told you….I fucking well told you’




MAGUIRE AND RYKER WILL RETURN