A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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But still……her clothes were useless….this was a bust
If she had been blessed with a decent bust in the first place…..then she would be more use…….the bound and gagged woman’s breasts were just a handful……not very juicy and round like her own

The intruder leaned her head closer to the woman’s head….making sure the bound housewife would hear what she had to say…….without having to raise her voice
The intruder whispered into a small ear….scared looking and moist side eyes were looking at her intently

‘Listen….we have guests….they cannot help you……so be quiet…….or else I can make things even more unpleasant’ she paused ‘and definitely a little more uncomfortable for you….do you understand’
The eyes just looked……the gagged mouth still
‘You wouldn’t enjoy being Hog Tied….. Dear’ she whispered
The eyes widened
‘So you know what that is’ mocked the intruder
‘Good…….you’re rather large collection of tights would have come in handy for that’

The middle-class English accent had disappeared….the intruder now spoke English with a neutral tone….maybe with a slight continental twang……
The woman was obviously not English by birth…….
The gagged woman just looked up at her…..all teeth……compressed face……making small grunting noises…..induced by fear

The intruder smiled ‘Just nod darling……’
Mrs Slade nodded that she understood and blinked……all eyelashes and dark eyes
‘That’s a good girl…..you know it makes sense’

The intruders hand slid over to the tied and helpless woman’s chest…..
A moan of alarm…..a muted scream in fact….the female doing the touching enjoyed that……Mrs Slade may be aging…..but she was aging well…..she still retained some feminine attraction….quite a lot actually….and to this interloper into Mrs Slade’s life…..more so when she was so vulnerable, rendered helpless, speechless and semi naked….she was so tied up……Mrs Slade right now was her plaything…….but for time, she would have liked to play more……

The woman had closed her eyes tightly…….not wishing to see what she could outrageously feel…..
The gagged woman felt a hand on her left breast….it was not her husband’s hand either, the only person in her life ever to touch her there……she lay still……almost frozen…..a total stranger, a woman was feeling up her tit….it could not be real…..if she hadn’t felt it, the experience would have been surreal…..

She felt the strangers hand grope into the cup of her nightdress….finding her breast……the hand and fingers began to gently caress her breast……slipping the small white mound out of the halter of the white night shirt…..strange fingers occasionally and softly tweaking her nipple……although she was not big breasted Angela had rather large brown nipples……she was rather embarrassed by that, even when changing at say the ladies changing room at the Ashdon Swimming pool she had always covered herself up…….and now someone knew this intimate detail of her body……someone never intended to see her naked, God forbid touch her…….Angela remembered the mole on her arse cheek…..For God’s sake….someone help me she thought…..
Instead she pulled her bound wrists and moaned through that fucking gag

And know this lunatic was kneading her tit like a piece of dough……she felt the fingers and hand squeeze her breast in a tender rhythm……..maybe this psycho found it erotic she thought…..but Angela did not….she felt like a piece of meat being inspected at the market

‘Do you understand My Love’ whispered the deranged intruder

The gagged and bound woman nodded again…..lightly moaning…….her throat gulping

‘Good….it will all be over for you soon enough’ the lunatic’s hand left Angela’s breast….it now reached and stroked the woman’s curled head…….the hair now rather dank with sweat
Yes…..I know….you’re tied up…..poor girl….and that gag is so uncomfortable….there….there’
She stroked the woman’s head like one would do a pet…….
‘Nothing personal Dear…..but if I had knocked on your door and just said hello…I need some clothes…..well…I think you may have called the police….and I couldn’t have that’

Angela turned her head in the opposite direction……objecting to be manhandled again….or in this case woman handled……her eyes still closed……trying not to listen to the taunts
‘You’re such a disappointment dear…..you that is, not your choice in outfits……not bad actually for a woman your age…..you have some good gear….a little racy some of it’

Angela Slade still kept her head in the opposite direction……not facing the bitch that continued to taunt and torment her…..the gag pulling harder into her mouth…….
‘You dirty girl…..like to get it on now and again eh……’
Mrs Slade reacted to that…..turned her head and gave back a sharp look….her eyes open and briefly defiant……and thought….you would know you twat…you’ve been through all my wardrobes

The hand slid down her body…….
She closed her eyes again…..her defiance disappeared; it was back to a feeling of terror…….
She felt her hand briefly touch her belly….she flinched and gave a gagged yelp……
‘Shame really’ the voice continued ‘I have not worn a normal woman’s clothes for a long time.
Angela felt a fingers on the elastic of her knickers……just below her exposed navel…..she felt the finger slide under the slim elastic band……the soft cotton being flexed
A dribble of spittle…..the knicker bung being very wet by now……ran down the side of Angela’s small, slim mouth and chin…..she moaned in protest and dreaded anticipation of what was coming…….
She whimpered in gag speak……it was totally unrecognizable as a cognizant statement…….the intruder guessed it was ‘Fuck Off….and leave me alone’…..or something similar
Angela’s Slade’s groin suddenly bucked upwards…….as if she had experienced some kind of electric shock……her eyes tightly shut…..she whimper moaned through her gagged mouth
The intruder’s voice continued…..trying to be soft, calming

‘I wanted to wear your clothes Sweetie…..I really did’ an almost childish whisper
Angela Slade’s numb fingers flexed above her head, her wrists slightly twisting…her arms nearly straight……her eyes shut, her gagged face arching towards her bound wrists above her head…..her thighs and legs, tightly bound were tensed up….her toes arched…..
It must have hurt her, holding her body like this when so tightly tied….but anything was more sufferable than what was happening between her legs right now…..
It worse than those occasional visits to a gynaecologist……..she wasn’t being violated as such….more like medically examined…….
Her gagged screams bellowed……her face flush and red…she was sweating profusely
Until finally….when this psycho was satisfied…..
Angela felt the hand and obtrusive fingers retreat from between her thighs and pubis……….
At long last there was the snap of her knicker elastic on skin……

‘But you’re not my size….Lover……shame that……getting them on in at a squeeze is not an option in your case…..’
Angela kept her eyes tightly closed…….sobbing through her gag…..her chest convulsing heavily….trying to remain as silent as possible……she wanted no more of this…..
The voice lamented
‘Of all the houses to break into……I luck out on the one occupied by a dwarf….or near enough’
Angela was not that small…but it was best she remained silent
The voice again
‘Never mind…..luckily for you there is someone down stairs who may fit the bill’
Angela felt the bed rock and lift as a weight was removed from its mattress and springs……..
‘And her clothes….just by chance are more appropriate for my needs’

Mrs Slade kept her eyes closed…..her head to one side, away from any unsolicited attention that this cruel and perverted woman may still wish to inflict…...she had experienced enough already….God….let it end
She heard the pervert moving around her bedroom…..doing something with a purpose….she waited in enforced silence and self induced darkness……..
Finally she heard her bedroom door open and close……..

Finally, after a short time…..the traumatized and abused Angela Slade dared to open her eyes……the moist and puffy lids searched……the red speckled eyes darted around the room…….she tried to turn her head….it was not a trap….the bitch had gone….but for how long
Angela tried to look at herself……she lifted her head….she could feel the gag around her face and her mouth….. and what was stuffed in her mouth, touching her throat…..her limbs hurt and she could not move…..she struggled to see her recently abused body…….her left tit was flopping out of her night dress……she saw her hips….her white and comfy full knickers…….she could still feel those probing fingers that had been inside her…..
She shuddered as if now cold…..although she could feel her face was hot……
How long would that psycho be gone…..would she come back……would her ordeal get worse….
Her neck gave up and she slumped back onto the sweaty and damp pillow….she began to cry again….once again the gag muffled her sobs

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DOWNSTAIRS - AGAIN

Eric was just finishing making the tea……it was dark and strong, the way he liked it of course….he rarely thought of others
A large brown ceramic teapot sat steaming on a wooden tray…..also pots of sugar and milk….tea spoons……it was all there….he contemplated biscuits but thought better of shouting to ask where they were…..although he was nervous Eric felt proud of his efforts……he was generally no good at doing things in the house……even making tea was a struggle at times….but today he had made the effort
And why was that he thought……
Fucking Mrs Slade…that’s why…and boy he wanted too

Eric had still failed to see the broken door handle on the rear kitchen door…..crafty, sneaky smart and wary he was…….like most perverts were……a detective he was not……
His thoughts were on entirely on Mrs Slade……more precisely his thoughts were of her body……and what she wore to cover it…..

The woman was younger than she made out…no makeup, but she had a good face, if painted up she would be gorgeous…..and that awful and shapeless dressing gown…….but he knew
He was a professional voyeur, if there was such a thing…….
She was hiding a great body under all that flannel cloth….he knew….he had briefly spied those bare legs……a bare shoulder….he betted that she wore nothing underneath…..
He was looking forward to seeing what she wore when she came back downstairs…..
Something nice….stockings….lots of leg…high heels….tight skirt….a see-through blouse……
His crotch began tingling again……
He loved women’s clothes……it was his secret sin….that is why he was always pinching stuff…..

He returned a tea towel to the large old fashioned ceramic sink……an old thing, heavy and deep, it was much stained, above it a long water spigot conned to a water immersion heater……
Eric looked around the rest of the kitchen…..rather old fashioned this place, a bit gloomy…..not in with the 80’s and Thatcher’s get rich and swanky philosophy…….more like the 1880’s out here…..
He thought a looker like Mrs Slade deserved a lot better…..like a nice house with all the mod cons…..a good MFI kitchen for a start….or a swanky flat with a nice view…..smart dresses, tight jeans……he was getting distracted again
But still…..if she was his bird…..she wouldn’t live in this dump…..
But Eric never had a bird….unless he paid for it
Maybe a nice laundry and drying room…so Mrs Slade wouldn’t have to dry her undies on the kitchen radiator……not exactly private that…….could be thieves about he sniggered

He looked again at the wall mounted radiator…….items were obviously missing….but the black bra draped over rail still remained…..he had touched that up that already……giving the bra a good sniffing….he had imagined Mrs Slade’s tits inside it….

He had also fantasised on Mrs Slade in those black bra and knickers…..wearing those dark coffee coloured tights……snug and tight over her knickers….her curvy arse….long legs…..doing a sexy dance in front of him…..
He went stiff again…….

He blinked, bringing himself back to reality….and then tapped both his lower tunic jacket pockets……deep they were…….which was just as well because he had stolen the tights and knickers and had stuffed them into the pockets…..both looked rather full….unlike being flat on the tunic as per regulation…..

He was about to lift the tray…..bloody Susan…there was another one….she needed to be brought down a peg or two that one…….
But still, she had a full body on her, nice face too…..not fat by far, full figured and womanly he would say……every time he saw her he had an urge to squeeze something…..touch something……how he wanted to squeeze those tits…..lick em all over……her and those tight shirts, her rounded arse…..the white bra underneath that shirt, so tight….her undergarment visible, but not quite reachable….
And she in black all the time…..must be tights he thought……he had been looking for a sign for a long time…so far……no sign of a stocking top……..

His private deliberations were suddenly interrupted……

For he heard a door upstairs open…..the door closed…then he heard footfall….
He became very excited……more wank material for later he thought……..and maybe a few new ideas on how to dress correctly
Ah…Great…the return of Mrs Slade….what was she wearing
He tried to look nonchalant, but that was a lie…….
Eventually……
‘Ah Eric….finished with the tea’ once more with a middle class English accent
He turned around….she noted his eyes roam all over her….then the deflated look of disappointment on that ratty face……

‘You’re not dressed Mrs Slade’ whined Eric
‘None of your business I believe Constable’ retorted the woman
‘Quite right…apologies’ Eric’s turned away, blushing
He was thinking what lead on bitches they all were…..all the same the lot of em……lead you up the garden path….well….only in his unhealthy mind
‘How is the tea’ the woman moved past the police officer…..heading for the tray
Eric noted the frumpy gown and that sodding great towel on her head…..he noted her arse….it was good under there…he was sure of it…she was holding a blanket and small green canvas bag…..hanging by its string…maybe a shower bag
She immediately noted the missing tights and knickers that had been on the radiator….she had first noted them when she had broke into the house via the kitchen door…….at the time she had been pleased at the sight…..there were fresh clothes to be had here…..
Due to the natural difference in female physiology…..it was not to be

She pretended to study the tray….and its steaming contents

‘Well, I became a little confused on what to wear..….my bedroom is a bit of a mess right now Eric……underwear and clothes everywhere I’m afraid’ her voice rather husky….and on purpose of course

Eric’s knees nearly buckled when he heard any female’s voice say underwear…..he licked his lips…..
‘You know us girls Eric…..you do not mind me calling you Eric by the way’
‘Ah…no….no’ he stuttered

‘That’s good…its less formal’ she slowly reached into one of the dressing gown pockets as she spoke
‘What was I saying…Oh…..us girls…..we leave our things lying around…..our skirts….our dresses……our tight trousers….’
His mouth was watering now instead…his gaze fixed
She paused…….’all our Bra’s….and frilly things……..’
He nearly passed out with that…..and looked away…..not knowing what to say
Her hand retrieved two small white tablets……Tranx…..an experimental tranquilizer, fast action……they had used it on her in prison when she experienced her violent moments…..it was fast acting and long lasting….good for at latest five hours….she had secreted four away….she had two left……and this was a double dose…….she placed the two tablets into a tea cup…….
‘Oh….you know Eric…..being a young man and all’
Eric was paying no attention…..he was captivated by her seductive words…….imagining lurid scenes in his mind……
‘Talking of knickers and tights……where are the ones that were on the radiator’

His head shot up at that……his eyes wide…..there was terror there……

‘I don’t know’ hissed Eric, all defensive
‘Really’ she crossed her arms looking annoyed ’they were there earlier’
She looked down at his tunic pockets……his face was bright red, his eyes furtive, eyelids slit, like a cornered animal……he could not look her straight in the eye
He had guilt written all over him……
‘What’s in your pockets Eric’
‘Nothing’
‘Do not lie to me’
‘Honest nothing Mrs Slade’ he sounded like a guilty child, caught stealing sweets……to him, ladies underwear were like sweets…..
‘Show me’
‘No’
She paused…looking all stern and outraged
‘Stealing someone’s possessions, however private, is a criminal offence…you should now that’
He said nothing….
His head was bowed…his hand was shaking
Shit…. he was thinking hard….…I’ve done it know…his uncle would not save him again…….it would be too many……he had been warned after stealing that blonde bit’s uniform from her locker back in London……she was a good looking bint too…..he had been eyeing her up for ages, checking out her build and size……he had enjoyed wearing that, and all the undies she had kept with it……but still…his uncle said that would be the last time he covered for him…..and only for the memory of his late father….a legendary name in the force

His panicked brain thought quickly of all his other misdemeanours………
Then it was the neighbours flat……again a looker, a secretary or something…..breaking in when she was out…..he had been careful…only stealing small things……never got caught on that one
Then it was that rare house party he had been invited too, the last one ever in fact….everyone else was enjoying themselves downstairs…plenty of drink and loud music….he got caught upstairs rummaging through the wife’s knicker draw….he got a good thumping for that one…….his uncle got him transferred
Responding to burglaries……sometimes he took more than the thief……had a few complaints there
Sneaking around…….
One of his sisters one day coming home early …….catching him in her clothes……the full lot too….in those days he could look a little like them…..they hated him before, always suspecting like his own mother did……after that they all reviled him…..and blackmailed and taunted him for years
There were many other occasions…….
This would be the last straw……

Susan was right…..like many others….how the hell had he become a police officer……..

He opened his mouth…….
‘Shut up’ said the woman ‘and just do as your told’
He stood still….dumbstruck
‘Grab that tray and follow me…..just look normal if you can’ she hissed
‘We will talk about this later’
He nodded…moving towards the tray
‘Your friend must be freezing’ as well as the tartan blanket now over her shoulder she grabbed the empty wire drying rack….and folded it for carrying
‘Come on……and do not spill any’

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THE LIVING ROOM

WPC Susan McBride was still standing by the fire……
Her efforts to get dry had not gone that well….she was still clammy and soggy in most places……the coal fire was quite fierce…..if she stood too near to the grate it burned her…..she had to step back quick….and then go forward…….pain in the arse all this
That prick Eric she thought….all his fault……they had to get back on patrol soon……

She was suddenly disturbed in cursing her prat like partner…..purvy bastard anyway……as the living room door opened
It was Mrs Slade….still in her robe and the towel wrapped around her head……holding a wire clothes horse……with a tartan blanket over her shoulder…she was smiling
‘Hello Constable….dry yet’
‘Not quite Mrs Slade…getting there though’ replied Susan….she sounded a little doubtful

She was followed by Eric….carrying a tray on what looked like Tea
‘Place the tray on table Eric’ ordered Mrs Slade….no please there….it did sound like an order
Susan noticed that Eric looked a little flustered…..more surreptitious than usual……if that could be imagined
He did not greet Susan…or even look at her……
He just compliantly set the tray carefully on the table……….

‘Leave us now Eric…..us girls would like to be alone……and close the door behind you’ again an order
Eric obeyed
Before he left
‘Oh Eric’ said Mrs Slade
Eric turned around……his face a blank
‘Wait in the kitchen…and we will have that chat…..okay’ she was smiling
Eric just nodded his head
Left and closed the door behind himself

Susan was quite flummoxed by this……Eric normally being his usual cocky arsehole self….he was out of character
He looked worried now come to think of it……
Susan had no more time to ponder what had gone on between them both as Mrs Slade…..like a machine gun…..hammered her with polite requests and suggestions……..making them sound like requests and doing just that without waiting for approval……
It would make Susan McBride……a young Police woman and a grown adult feel like a gullible teenage school girl…..…and act like one too…… much to her future detriment…….

Meanwhile Mrs Slade deployed the drying horse at a good distance from the fire…..
‘Let’s have a look at you Susan….you do not mind me using your name at all……after all it’s a lovely name….I would love to be called Susan’ said the woman, all in innocent charm…..the villainous intent and irony being lost on the unsuspecting young police woman……

Susan in her smart but damp black uniform just looked at the woman…..eyes wide….just looking pretty…..youthful…..expectant…..a slight unsuspecting smile on her rounded red lips
‘Stand Straight Dear and face the fire’ said Mrs Slade
Susan shrugged, not moving…she was about to say that they would both have to leave….they had been here too long……after all everything appeared normal…..there was no time for typical English niceties….

Her nose suddenly tingled…that all of a sudden she sneezed…a whopper too
She briefly felt hands around her tunic……nothing intimate or offensive
‘You’re still wet through’ came from behind her
Susan sneezed again
‘You’ll get pneumonia like this’
‘I hope not’ said Susan, rubbing her nose ‘I hate pulling a sickie’

‘Come on’
‘What’ said Susan
‘You’ll never get dry like that….dry your clothes on the horse, next to the fire….that’s what its designed for…..and have a cuppa while you wait’
Susan hesitated
The woman came to her side and started to loosen a silver button
‘You want to get back on patrol don’t you…..you can’t stay here all day’
Susan relented, she saw sense in this, they had been here far too long, and the Sergeant would give them the riot act back at the station….but still, the day had just started….she didn’t fancy wearing a wet uniform all day…..
‘Oh okay’ and started to remove her clothing by herself

First the tunic…..the woman watched to the side, ready to receive the individual item of clothing
Unknown to Susan….the woman she thought off as Mrs Slade was very excited….very excited indeed…..her hands almost trembled in desire….but not quite….she was professional and not given to sudden urges
She was handed the tunic……the woman made a display of wiping it down, getting rid of creases….at the same time she checked the label inside……she saw the size….good……that would fit

Susan was in the process of removing her short issue ladies necktie…..black this one……she lifted her blouse collar and fiddled behind……
The woman had just finished hanging the tunic on the rack
‘Let me help you’ offered the woman….who from behind released the hook that held the tie in place..….she could smell Susan’s perfume….her tight bun styled hair……..wet hairspray she supposed…….
The small neck tie was released….the woman placed it next to the white topped police hat on the dining table….….

Like all the furniture in this house the dining table was vintage and ornate…..it was dark wood, polished and varnished over decades…….probably teak……rectangular in shape
The table sat four…with two at either end if you desired……but there was only four chairs…..the chairs were high backed with arms….sturdy with pale blue velvet cushions on the seat…..the dark wood work sported trellised flowers and vines……..

There was a small gray sofa, or settee……the sofa could sit two, a coffee table and a mock wood encased redifusion TV set……

The living room was quite comfy and snug on a stormy night, especially with the coal fire blazing away from the large centrepiece fire place……

Interlude:
Unknown to the woman……
In this same place……the night before….. the real Mrs Slade had cuddled up to her husband on this very same sofa…….her head on his shoulder….sometimes a little kiss of affection…..
Both were enjoying a quiet evening watching their favourite shows, the weather outside being so vile….….a little blankety blank…..the sitcom Butterflies, she liked that…..and the usual depressing news…..her husband wanted to watch a late night film…….a war movie…..after a while she had tired of it…..
Wearing an above the knee gray skirt, tight on her dainty waist and hips, her tan stockinged legs hitched up under her on the sofa….her husband massaging her nylon encased feet with the reinforced seams….her wearing a tight full sleeved turtle neck sweater….a dark emerald green …..the sweater was very complementary to her figure….although not big in the chest the sweater accentuated her bust….made her breasts more prominent…..
She felt safe and happy….contented in life
Eventually she declared that she was going to bed………
In the safety of her bedroom which was rather cold she had stripped off…..first the sweater was peeled over her head revealing the black lacy bra worn underneath……clam trimmed half lace cups….a small straight backed band……
She unzipped her tight gray skirt from behind….and let it fall
She sat on her large double bed…..and proceeded to peel off her light tan tights….thin and gossamer as she gently eased them from her thighs, legs and feet…….
She padded over to her other bureau in just bra and navy blue knickers….where she kept her night clothes…..the curtains were closed…..the wind howled outside…..the rain plastered the glass of the window…….
She opened the bureau’s second drawer…..the first held her clean and ready to use tights…….
She found what she was looking for….a rather short simple and plain white cotton night dress……
She closed the drawer and went over to her boudoirs and opened one of her knicker drawers….third down on the right……
A little search and she had found the nice plain knickers that were comfy for bedtime……
Satisfied she divested herself of her bra….and slipped off the navy blue bikini knickers that she favoured in daytime……
All her used clothes ended up in the nearby large wicker laundry basket………
In her short nightdress and hip high panties she removed her jewellery……very quickly she went to bathroom, removed any makeup, brushed her teeth and was soon in bed…….
She was reading a book as the wind howled…….she was looking forward to tomorrow….a nice day out with Brenda at the market……she was excited on what the next day would bring……
Soon she had fallen asleep….a slight smile on her lips

Present:
Susan was removing her uniform shirt…….the woman was taking a great interest, but not showing it……she was an expert at looking at nothing….but seeing everything

Susan’s blouse came away…….revealing her young upper body……..full fleshed, pink…….unblemished except for two small brown moles….one on her left shoulder blade…..one on the back of her waist on the left hand side……..she had a figure that if she was not careful could turn to fat….right now she was good…..her body was plump and juicy, she presently had a good shape……

Her bra band was a thick U band in design….a sheer mesh, you could see the pink of Susan’s skin underneath….it was lush…..the woman felt her mouth water…..her breathing a little strained…….the bra straps were sturdy….she could see on her shoulders were the bra dug into her skin…..must be a heavy load she thought….the woman was rewarded, when Susan handed her the shirt with the sight of a deep cleavage……breasts uplifted and separated by two half lace cups with a wonderful white clam trim…..the lace looked like swirling flowers……the bra had a little white flower at its centre……and was obviously under wired for extra lift and support……
The real Mrs Slade owned a few like this one……except Mrs Slade was too small in the bust and chest…..this one looked like it would fit the bill…….

The woman placed the white blouse on the rack…..again the size was complimentary to her own….

Susan was reaching behind her back…she had already loosened the thin black service belt that assisted in keeping the blouse tucked in and keep the skirt in place…….

Susan wriggled out of her skirt…..
The woman licked her lips…….
Susan was wearing a slip under that skirt……
It was a silky and shiny satin half slip….lace trimmed on the hemline…….the hemline flat………there was a slit stitched on its side to ease a ladies movement……a thin elastic waistband……with the delicious spectacle of the restrictive black tights waistband digging into her soft waist……..the overhead light shimmied off the satin of the black slip……

The woman flipped….up and down…. the black uniform skirt…….it had a vent extension on its rear made into the design…….again to aid a woman’s movement when walking….….in Susan’s case running if required……..she pulled the skirt tightly by its waist…...looking for the label inside….there it was……it was again a good fit….
It was all going excellent so far……she placed the skirt carefully on the rack near the fire…..like the rest of Susan’s clothing …..so far
She turned around…Susan had stopped undressing…..just standing there in her bra and slip…….

The woman admonished her like a child
‘Oh come on……your legs must be chilled to the bone, those tights must be soaked on the legs’ the woman was indicating to Susan’s legs below the knee

‘Slip and tights next’ all smiles…...the tone so innocent, natural and disarming….just two women together…..one helping another

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‘Really’ exclaimed Susan, looking a bit annoyed….determined not to strip down to bra and knickers in front of a total stranger

‘Look…..I used to be a nurse’ declared the woman
She was stretching the truth there, but the declaration was not entirely a lie either…….the woman was actually a medically trained nurse…..and had replaced or impersonated nurses on many an occasion…….but she had never worked as a nurse professionally……..especially under her own name…..shudder the thought on that

‘Most flu and pneumonia cases start from either an exposed wet head….or wet feet and legs….it can easily turn bronchial….not a little trip to the doctors surgery….trust me…..but the hospital instead….not pretty being in a ward…..your choice Susan…..I’m not your family’ she crossed her arms again

Susan McBride gave the woman a look……she seemed to know what she was taking about……

‘And I brought the blanket so you can cover yourself up with afterwards……its thick and warm…..(just like you thought the woman)……. You prude’ she teased and laughed
Susan also smiled……in the locker room at the station she always got changed in front of the other girls….this was no different she supposed……..

Susan slipped her fingers into the slips waistband and pried the satin apart……she let the half slip slide over her thighs and collected the soft garment when it reached her feet

The woman felt a surge between her legs……an ache she not felt in a while…..not even when molesting the bound and gagged woman lying directly above them………

Her eyes were full of the natural curve of a stomach that arches down and over and under a groin that only those of the female sex can possess..…….
The thick black waistband of her black tights, high on her waist and digging deep into her skin,
her soft flesh bulging over the tight elastic…..
Her hips wide under the nylon……
The stitched centre seam cutting horizontally down and over her curved belly……..disappearing under her reinforced crotch…….her navel obscured by the darker black of the reinforced panty support…..
The tights likewise reshaded the knickers worn underneath the tight nylon and spandex mix mesh material…..her knickers were again bikinis…….just over her wide hips, with a slight V shape at the front…..the knickers design included a stitched in flower mesh at the front……the side and rear being plain satin……with a traditional small bow set in the centre….the knickers fully covered her peachy round and shapely backside….nice and tight……the knickers, due to the black 20 denier tights looked off white……slightly gray…..

The woman placed the soft slip on the rail…savouring the touch and very eager to put the garment on…..all in good time she thought

Susan was standing there…..looking rather at a loose end on what to do next….and where
The woman saw the problem…….
‘Wait up….I’ll get you a chair’
The woman lifted one of the heavy high backed chairs with the arms either side and brought it over to the fire place……...
Susan was impressed……she would have struggled with that chair……...Mrs Slade appeared to be quite physically strong……..she had made the lifting of the chair look like a very light weight exercise……alarm bells did not go off in Susan’s mind……..
The woman new this….when someone was in a state of partial undress….or even naked…..all they could generally think about was how to don more clothes …..and as quickly as possible……
Susan had missed the character flaw…….this was in contrast to the character portrayed so far….the woman was a little rusty…..she had made a mistake…..in some circles this simple mistake could have been lethal…..
Why would a housewife be so strong…….
Susan was totally unaware that the woman was fully combat trained……Special Forces training in fact….and was very experienced too……

‘There you go’ placing the chair
Susan peeled down her tights…fingers hooked in the waistband…..bending her legs slightly…..when they reached her upper thighs….exposing the brilliant whiteness of her cute and feminine briefs…….she sat down on the chair……..she continued to peel the nylon from her legs…….until finally the reinforced seams covering her toes finally left her feet……the woman noted that she had painted her toenails lilac

Susan trustingly handed the woman her tights….with the accepted intention of getting them back, which was not to be…….the nylons were now fluffy and light from their recent use……
The woman placed them delicately on the frame…..savouring the soft and silky touch…….

Susan sat there…….hands up towards the fire….just in her white bra and knickers….her skin looking very white….not much sun in this part of the world…….still with makeup on her face, her red lips, mascara brushed eyelids…a little foundation thought the woman……her hair tightly knotted at the back….her forehead high because her black hair had been pulled back so tightly……little gold studs in her ear lobes…….a gold pendant hovering above her deep cleavage created by the luscious looking bra……her soft stomach…….the tight waistband of her tights had left a red welt all around her waist after being worn for so long…….her wide full hips…..her navel deep navel within her soft belly…….her hips leading to her thick thighs and shapely legs……..

Susan looked very vulnerably right now……and without her uniform very young……just a girl really…a young woman in her underwear……not law enforcement……not the power of the state……it was a stark contrast to who she had been when she had knocked on the door earlier……

Instead of immediately subduing the young woman, rendering her unconscious….…which she could have easily accomplished in seconds……..the woman moved to where she had left the warm tartan blanket…….
She collected the heavy blanket……and approached the young woman from behind…..
She draped the woollen blanket over Susan’s bra strapped shoulders……

‘Thanks’ replied Susan as she adjusted the blanket to cover most of her semi naked body……

The woman went over to the teak table….and the tray of tea…..
She felt the large ceramic tea pot……it was still hot….not scalding…..
She lifted it up and poured….she poured tea just into the cup that held the two Tranx tablets……..once filled she placed the pot back in its place
She selected a tea spoon and stirred the hot tea vigorously……..

‘Feeling better Susan’ the woman enquired rather pleasantly, far too nice in fact….. all the time she kept stirring the contents of the white china cup…….at the same looking at the back of the young woman…….savouring her evil deception

‘Yes actually I am’ said Susan, her shoulders draped in tartan
‘Well…..I am just stirring the tea…..do you take milk’
‘Yes please’ said the WPC
Good thought the woman….it would help disguise the harsh taste of the Tranx within the brew……it could taste quite bitter…..she would know….they had forced enough of the stuff into her…….

Eventually, she finished her preparation and stirring…..it would have to do….. she approached the luckless and unsuspecting young woman from behind…….

She had the urge to just stealthily creep up behind the unsuspecting woman and just clasp a hand over her mouth …..and why not…..she was sitting down, vulnerable just in her underwear……she could be rendered unconscious quickly…..the girl had removed her own clothing by her own violation………it would have been quicker, less fuss…..but she needed the cooperation of the freak Eric…..for a short time at least…..

She approached from behind….holding a cup….and then moved to the girl’s right-hand side….
The policewoman looked up……looking rather doe like…….looking very young
‘Here….it’s not that hot……but hot enough……gulp it down…..it will shock the system’ smiled the woman
Susan reached for the china cup…….
It will shock your body all right thought the woman…….
Susan tentatively sipped the tea……..she tasted something bitter….her face grimaced
Quickly said the woman ‘Go on….. Nurse knows best….gulp it down girl’

Susan kept the cup to her lips…….her throat gulping
Until finally…….
‘Taste good….warming’ smiled the woman
‘Not bad’ lied Susan…..it was bloody awful, such a bitter taste……although the tea was hot……she felt the warm liquid in her stomach….it was nice feeling at least……her tongue was trying to get rid of the bitter aftertaste left in her mouth…..
‘Another’
‘No thank you’ Susan being rather quick in reply there

‘Well…..give your uniform at least ten minutes to dry off completely’ said the woman……she surmised the young and rather gullible woman would be out cold by then
‘l will leave you to it’ she smiled ‘and this time I am going to get dressed myself’
‘Okay….and thanks again’ replied Susan, not realizing that she would never see that particular uniform and some of her undies ever again……
‘I’m wasting the day here’ said the woman, walking towards the door

The woman left the room…and closed the door behind her

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THE KITCHEN

Outside the living room door….the woman paused….her stance and whole complexion rapidly transformed …. her face became dominated by a wicked and rather sexy smile….her dark eyes were very focused…..
She released the cord that held the robe together……..the fluffy and loose separated………revealing the woman’s shapely and toned female figure……she too was rather pale, not enough natural light…..she healthy looking breasts, even with no bra they did not sag, her nipples were brown and not that large, both breasts hung slightly to her left and right, they quivered when she moved……she had a thin waist, and no stomach like Susan, her tummy was rather sunken in comparison….even though she had checked the label sizes, on first sight the woman had known that Susan McBride’s clothes would easily fit her frame……she had less body fat by far……her hips and groin in those lacy black panties……looking like hip huggers on her…..when Mrs Slade wore them, they were over her hip……..But Mrs Slade was a much smaller woman….she took a small size in her underwear…..a 23 to 25 inch waist at least

The woman sauntered into the kitchen…….this was the final scene of this act that she had to play out….
She noticed at once that the stolen knickers and tights were back on the radiator…..next to the bra…..
Too late….Eric boy!
Eric was there…….biting his nails….he looked up….nervous….agitated
He just looked…..his mouth dropped……open wide….looking rather slack…..eyes wide

All Eric saw now was Mrs Slade….a Mrs Slade as she had never looked before…..
She looked very different now…..
He had been right about her all along….

There she was with her robe wide open……..hands on hips…….hips in lacy black knickers……her breasts were exposed……..they where wholesome, but not too big……round brown nipples…….
She was looking at him in a very different way than before….……she looked more seductive…more alluring…..younger maybe…….
Was he going mad…….

He stammered ‘What are you going to do Mrs Slade’
She did not answer……
Her hand reached for the yellow towel around her head….she dug at the knot and finally threw it away…shaking her head in the process……
Eric saw that she had short hair; it was not what he expected…..the women he had seen today had either long hair, permed, extravagant, frizzy and with curls, a stylish bob…..maybe some had the new American pixie style……but hers was something quite different….

Her hair was jet black…..but very short……far too short for a looker like her…..she had a fringe and her hair had been cut over her small ears, not over or brushed back….…no earrings either……the short cut had also followed the contours of her thin neck…..
Eric concluded that the haircut was unusually masculine for a good looking woman………
Yes….that was it….it was an hairstyle normally associated with that of a man…….he was sure of it
But why…..her face was pretty, even without makeup….her figure was amazing…….she was probably in her late twenties or maybe thirty…..tops
For the first time he caught on that Mrs Slade had acted older and more mature than she really was…..

She saw him looking at her head…and not at her tits which was usual
‘It will grow Eric…..in two weeks you will not recognise me….and at least its clean’
She ruffled her hair……what there was looked fine and fresh……..

She sauntered over to him…..he backed up suddenly
His eyes took in her knickers……black, a stretch laced trim at the hip only……leaving shiny satin nylon over her curved pubis……her thin waist….her small belly button………
He was not an expert but they looked awfully tight on her…….
How was he to know the current woman wearing them gad not purchased them…….they were not her size

‘Well Eric…..I see you returned your ill gotten gains’ her voice sarcastic
‘I didn’t’ he started to stammer
‘Liar’ she hissed
‘No…I’ he was panicking…..with his history he could end up doing time……..fuck being kicked out of the Police…..that was nothing compared to being an ex cop in prison…..
‘Knicker snatcher’ she accused
His eyes were wide with fright
‘Pervert’ she continued

He was speechless....she was that close now…..she looked nasty too
Her naked breasts were now near his chest….he was backed up against the wall…..the cloth rack digging into his back……he could feel her groin against his own……

‘You are hard Eric’ she whispered, close to his ear…..
He could feel her tits now on his chest…….
‘Go on…….touch one’ she challenged……..indicating her chest by pushing herself forward…….
He looked terrified…….he was as mesmerized as a rabbit facing a snake……
‘I know you want to…..or maybe it’s you just can’t’ she mocked
‘Not used to the real thing Eric……tits not in magazine or in a cheap video’ she continued to taunt
Eric was sweating……he wanted to touch alright
‘Go on…do it’
His hand shuddered as he raised it……slowly he touched one of the naked flashy mounds…..he started to caress the breast……
She attempted no resistance to being fondled by this freak…..
‘You enjoying that Eric’ she whispered
He croaked ‘Yeah’ almost gasping in the effort to speak

‘Good ’she reassured ‘Now grip me Eric…..squeeze me harder’
‘What’
‘Harder I said’
Eric squeezed her tit….
‘Harder….dig your finger into me Eric’
Eric thought by now that Mrs Slade was a right kinky bitch……and unbalanced to boot…….
Her bare thigh was pressed between his legs….his other hand had slipped up and inside the open gown……it was squeezing her shapely arse……nails digging into those black shiny knickers……
‘God Eric….…good’ she whimpered……………
They continued for a short time….no kissing had been involved…….
Eventually she suddenly just gasped……but not in ecstasy and said ‘Enough’

He stopped……his cock rock hard…….he had been close to blowing like a volcano
He was confused by his lack fulfilment….his final fantasy thwarted…..

‘What you doing now’ his tone conveying that frustration……..
She instantly drew herself back…..looking like nothing had happened…….

‘Don’t worry about stealing the tights and knickers Eric’ her tone normal….she was like the old Mrs Slade…..the husky and sexy voice had vanished……..

‘What….why’ his face baffled ……he was gasping slightly
‘Because they did not belong to me in the first place’…….her smile was quite sinister…..

Eric was gobsmacked…….
‘Eh’ was all he could think of…….

There was more……
‘Instead Eric…..I am going to have you charged with attempted rape’ she smiled again….giving herself more distance from him…..she could have killed him within seconds with her bare hands…..choked the pathetic life out of this rat faced would be rapist…..but that was not her plan…..the right hand side pocket of the blue terry cloth gown appeared that it had something heavy within it…..

Eric blinked……what he was thinking…….his situation had become ten times worse…..

‘Thanks to your uncontrolled and imagined carnal desires I have enough bruises on my bosom and backside to prove it’ her face gleamed
Yes she thought….she could feel it….she would have bruises there, maybe a few scratch marks as an extra bonus…….

If flashed through his mind….his record……his reputation….he was fucked
Why would she do it……………

‘You crazy bitch’ he shouted……….he needed to flee, get away from this house…run and keep running…fuck the police……fuck his father…fuck his uncle……this place was a madhouse

He bolted into the kitchen door…….expecting the door to be locked he had put his shoulder to it…..
But the lock had been previously broken……the door was held in place only by its own weight and gravity..….

Eric crashed through the door….he crashed into nothing, meeting no resistance…...he was now off balance……he felt himself falling, concrete rapidly filling his vision…....his shoulder smacked into the garden path with a loud thud……it was still raining….but not as hard……more of a drizzle now
He lay on the floor winded….out of breath…….his shoulder hurt
God….he hoped he had not dislocated it………….

Shortly he became aware of someone standing over him……

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He had rain in his eyes, obscuring his vision……but yes…..it was that crazy bitch….what was she holding……she was pointing something at him……
Then his vision cleared….she was holding a handgun…..and it was aimed at his head…..

‘What the fuck you crazy bitch’ he hollered

She was still smiling, her robe open…..bare legs apart….her naked breasts loose and free…..rounded brown nipples pert in the cold wind…….just wearing a pair of stolen knickers…….she looked very Amazonian right now……

She sighed…..as if disappointed with a rather slow child…….
‘The door was broken you plank….….I completely shattered the lock and door handle when I broke in…..whoops’ she mocked
‘Now get inside…I’m getting wet again’ she indicated with the pistol……
‘I think I broke my arm’ Eric complained, trying to get up……
‘Better than a bullet in the head’ she hissed
‘Now move’ she shouted
He obeyed………

They were both again stood in the kitchen…….the kitchen door was closed but obviously not locked…..she was rubbing her damp hair with the once discarded yellow towel…..
In the other hand…….she held something else aimed at Eric’s stomach……
She had a revolver pointed at Eric……the one she had taken from the recently deceased female prison guard from the now overturned black van…..

That had not been her fault…….
They had made mistakes……..they being the prison authorities

Firstly, they had only assigned one female guard to watch over her in the rear of the van…..
Secondly……her hands had been shackled in front….and not behind her back…..

The storm with its rain and hail was a blessing to her…..the hail stones literally beat down on the steel roof of the van…..it made quite a racket….drowning out a lot of noise…..
At an opportune time in the journey she had jumped the female guard……the two male officers in the front could not hear the racket and the shouts of alarm from their female colleague…..she had attempted to cover her mouth with her hand, but it did not work…….the guard had been quite strong and had been no pushover….in the subsequent struggle the woman’s skirt had risen high, too high for modesty’s sake…. exposing too much black stockinged thigh……even when wrestling with her she had been aware and aroused by that………
The female guard finally realized that she was losing the struggle and in desperation had attempted to retrieve her issued revolver from the holster at her waist……
The escapee had wrestled it from her first…..but the revolver had discharged by accident…..blowing out the back of the male drivers head….
Everything else had happened so fast…….
When she had regained her senses….all was quiet except for the wind and rain beating the body work of the prison van……the female guard lay slumped at an awkward angle….. she had broken her neck in the crash…..which was unfortunate, she had not intended to kill her……but the escapee herself had been lucky that she come out of the washing machine tumble like crash alive…..…..it had been a close thing
She had retrieved the key for her restraints from the utility belt of the female guard……
She had released herself……unlocked the rear doors……..jumped onto wet and peaty soft earth……and she had ran…and had kept on running until she was finally overlooking this house……

‘Okay Eric…what do we do’ a rhetorical question
‘I can get you for rape of course’ her tone now being more conciliatory……now that he was off balance….confused on who was who….and he had a gun pointed at him…..
‘Mrs Slade…I…I’
She groaned ‘Are you that stupid…I am not Mrs Slade’
He looked confused

‘Let’s just say that Mrs Slade is a little tied up with things right now’ she sneered by way of an explanation

He stood still
‘Or’ she stated ’You take what I offer……..and I will not shoot you dead’

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THE LIVING ROOM

The woman in the dressing gown holding a gun and the very perplexed and now bemused Police Officer were both standing outside the living room door……Eric Porter was well aware that the gun was very evident and pointed in his general direction…..into his groin in fact

The woman had the shower bag in her other hand…….her gown still deliciously open and loose as she provocatively sauntered….as if she was taunting the young officer with her nakedness…..and lithe body…….advertising his potential reward for being totally compliant……..
Eric held a pair of coffee coloured tights and a black pair of knickers in his nervous hand…….he had been ordered to take them by this menacing and mercurial woman who he had once considered most mundane……

‘Have you wondered Eric why the lovely Susan as not disturbed our little interaction’ she enquired, her hand on her brass doorknob ‘we were not exactly silent….and what with you crashing through that that door’
Yes he thought….where was Susan…..she would have heard all this, she would have barged in and taken control….she was not like him, hiding behind the uniform…….but Susan had disappeared…...the house was becoming quite sinister…….even for him…..

‘Before we go in’ she warned
‘If you shout or run I will shoot you….and I never miss’ she threatened ‘Just listen……you have a choice……understand’
He nodded in agreement….he had no choice

She led the way he followed…….

The woman walked over to a chair and turned around…….
He stayed near the door….ready to bolt…..fuck being shot he was screwed anyway……he did not fancy prison……
Then he saw a sight that made him hesitate……then made him stay

Susan was sitting slumped in a high backed chair…….leaning slightly to her right….head dipping down towards her shoulder……she looked as if she were asleep
Her eyes were closed, a gray blue eye shadow was now very prominent…..her mouth open, red lipstick in a cute ‘O’…..……her face still fresh looking from using cream and Max Factor setting powder…..

A tartan blanket lay draped over her shoulders….however, the blanket did not cover her frontage, it had shifted when she had suddenly passed out……a tea cup lay overturned on the carpeted floor…….as if the china cup had just slipped away from limp and powerless fingers…….

Eric could see that is colleague had been reduced to just wearing her white bra and knickers…..a sight that he had imagined and fantasised about for weeks…..and here, now in this non descript and rather depressing living room it was all real…….and all within reach….
His fingers were flexing without him even being aware of it……..
He became very quickly interested in what this woman had to say…….

‘It’s okay Eric’ she exclaimed ‘I only drugged her….she is unconscious and will be out of it for a long time’
The woman had placed the shower bag near the apparently sleeping girl’s bare feet…….
‘She’ll have a cracking headache though’ as the woman remembered the double dosage slipped into the tea……

She proceeded to walk behind the high backed chair……
From there she reached over and pulled the tartan blanket free from under the luckless Susan…..
Eric could now see his former colleague now in all her glory…….he sucked in a lungful of air
His member became stiff within his trousers…..
He appraised Susan’s bra clad breasts as they wobbled, her mounds shivered, trapped in their white nylon cups as the blanket was roughly removed from her shoulders………that jelly like shudder he always enjoyed……the soft white skin visible under the floral mesh…..a half lace cup, the white nylon lower half was obviously under wired……the deep cleavage created as the clearly full cups pushed the girls breasts together….….her gold chain now on a bare chest and neck….
For so long he had watched her……imagining what was under that tunic, or when she was just in her white issued blouse……
Now he saw fully at last all that had previously been denied him……
Her wide hips and the white lacy fronted bikini knickers…….he could see the dark triangle underneath the lace……the cotton gusset between her legs…..
Her cute deep set belly button…….she was a full bodied girl
Her thick thighs and legs…….just recently she had been wearing those black tights that he had always been trying to sneak a peak at…..
Her face so calm and sleepy….her open rounded mouth…..her makeup…..the wrapped, knotted and bunned, tight hair……

The woman had reached under the unconscious girls arms and effortlessly lifted her up….sitting her straight in the chair……with hands on both her cheeks set her head straight…..
‘Don’t want a bad neck do we Sweetie’ she taunted

The woman could see he was just watching….not shouting in protest…..fighting….or even running…..

‘I noticed straight away that you were always watching her Eric’ said the busy woman ‘looking at her slyly’

The woman pushed the slumped girl forward….Susan’s bare limp arms just hanging like a puppet on strings…..her bra brand now visible on her back
‘Always looking at her……’ the woman looked at Eric ‘I think she knew you know…..she was always trying to cover up her legs’
‘Hard in that skirt Eric’ said the woman

The woman had exposed Susan’s back for a reason……the U shaped bra band being very prominent….deft fingers unfastened the hooks that secured the garment to the girls’ back……
Susan’s brassiere became slack on her shoulders……the same busy fingers slipped those loose straps over and from her shoulders…….red welts remained on her soft white skin, evidence of the restrictive support the bra gave a bigish girl like Susan..….…..the bra fell away to her front……..

‘Always trying to see what she wore under her shirt I bet’
The woman pulled the limp girl back onto the chair……her body loose and totally compliant…...and removed Susan’s bra totally from her upper body…….all white and strappy….
The woman checked the label…and smiled
‘And now you know Eric’
And Eric did………

The woman placed the white bra with the rest of Susan’s clothing…..on the drying rack….all of which would be dry by now……
Susan was now sitting more upright……arms limp at her side…….her head fairly straight and leaning back on the chair….her small rounded mouth still open…..
Susan’s deep cleavage had vanished….the gold chain and pendant were still there…..but now her breasts were unsupported….they were no longer being forced together by the restrictive white nylon cups…….her breast now hung limp, to either side of her chest…..large mounds of white flesh with equally large brown nipples………

The woman kneeled down and reached into the small shower bag that she seemed to be always carting about…….that reason why was about to be revealed……..

‘You were watching her legs……these gorgeous legs………all encased in black……’
The speaking woman rather roughly spread the comatose Susan’s legs apart…….to either side next to the chair’s wooden legs…….her lace flower patterned knickers became more prominent……the cotton gusset more visible……her triangle of pubic hair just provocatively visible under the diminutive lace…….her thick groin and thighs….if Susan had been awake she would have been mortified…..

‘Day in day out watching those black tights….hey Eric…….her juicy thighs and tits’ she offered

The woman produced from the bag a pair of tan tights….which she stretched out with a flourish….satisfied that she had ruined them…..she proceeded to tie Susan’s ankles very tightly to the two chair legs…..pulling the once so soft undergarment very tightly……wrapping them around wood and limb…..until finally tying them off with a practiced knot……

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‘As well as looking good on a woman’s legs Eric’ or maybe yours she thought ‘they are very effective in tying up annoying and getting in the way ladies’
‘These belonged’ indicating the tights ‘belonged to Mrs Slade’ she smiled
‘Who you have not met yet’ her tone rather mischievous

She now stood…..and with another two pairs of Angela Slade’s tights….robbed from the housewife’s diminishing assortment, one pair was black, the other was a charcoal gray……she had positioned Susan’s limp arms so that they rested on the chairs ornately carved side rests……..where she again proceeded to wrap the nylon around the girls wrists and the hard wood……nice and tightly…..completed with a satisfying pull as she knotted them both…….

Susan’s hands and ankles were tied to the chair…..her legs provocatively spread apart…..but not yet quite 100% secure……when she regained consciousness, she would be no doubt outraged and full of vigour, for a short time at least…….Susan would still have too much leeway to make herself free…….maybe by struggling from side to side…..forward and backward…..the stripped policewoman may work her bonds loose…..enough to get free, or at least for some future interloper create some inducing investigative noise ……

Eric looked like he was in shock…….he was in fact mesmerised……
The woman noted the large bulge in his uniform trousers as she knotted the last two pairs of stolen tights together…….one pair was a navy blue…..the other was again tan, this pair a shade of taupe, a rich dark brown

With these she walked behind the bound girl…….she gripped the extended self made rope of nylon and extended her own arms…stretching the nylon further…….she then bent over the doped up girl……inserting the nylon tights under the limp girls spread naked breasts, the woman noted that the girls was hot and sweaty under there….……then pulling the taught nylon around to the back of the chair…..she then pulled hard and tied off the now ruined tights…….

The woman had know ensured that Susan was now securely tied to the high back of the chair….when she woke up, the duped WPC when realizing her bound predicament could not freely rock back and fore……or struggle to the left and right….thereby and maybe loosening her bonds…..she would only be allowed to freely move her head….and good luck with that thought the woman…….the taught and restrictive nylons under her tits would dig further into her skin the more she struggled……making her very sore if she continued her useless struggle…….in time Susan would realize that just sitting there ….bound….was the less painless option….

The woman continued her nefarious work from behind…..still bent over, her head near that of Susan…..still with her eyes closed…..reached over to the bound girls chest…..where she proceeded to place her hands on the warm large womanly mounds……smiling she wobbled them back and fore for Eric’s benefit…….Susan’s head shook……blissfully unaware that her bosom’s were being abused and roughly handled by a stranger…….in front of that despised Eric…..
‘Bet you wanted to that Eh’ she taunted the weak male

The woman was almost finished….she walked over to Eric……she saw the dazed look on his face…..his stare never left his ex female colleague……

She had him….she knew it…….he was nearly hers to command…….

She took the pair of coffee coloured tights and black bikini knickers from his sweaty and twitching hand…..

She again went behind the girl…….the black knickers tight in her grasp…….with the other hand and from behind she took hold of Susan’s jaw, cupping her small chin………her mouth was already open but the woman proceeded to squeeze her jaw, making the feminine mouth open wider…….she did have an urge to give that mouth a deep and searching kiss…..but time was getting on, and one thing always lead to another………she would have to leave soon

Satisfied the mouth was fully open……..the woman began to pack the black knickers into the young policewoman’s mouth……..pushing the nylon and satin mix material deep into the small mouth…….
Clamping a hand over the mouth to prevent the bung from falling out she quickly inserted the dark brown hosiery between the girls teeth…...she began to wrap the soft nylon around the girls head…….tight and tighter….cleaving the girls lips and teeth apart…..pushing the knicker bung deeper into the back of her mouth……three times the tights circled the girls mouth and lower face…..until finally on the back of her exposed neck the nylons were tightly tied off…….into a harsh knot……a knot that would be difficult for any would be rescuer to unpick…..

Susan had been very effectively gagged……the dark brown thick cleave gag compressed and pinched her lower face….distorting her pretty looks…….with her eyes closed one could discern the blue gray mascara which had been fully applied to her eyelids……..pretty sexy thought the woman who had tied her up

Thus satisfied with her binding and gagging efforts the woman pushed the girls head forward……towards her buxom and bare chest………revealing fully the brown knot at the back of her neck…….the woman then turned her attention to the bun of hair…….very tight and neat as per regulation…..she removed the black elastic scrunchie that mainly held the bun in place…….the woman enjoyed doing so, as only Susan had touched her hair like this in the same way……..the few hairpins were removed…….then she took great delight in unravelling that long dark hair………

‘A girl blessed with long hair should be allowed to show it’ the woman declared… ….a right long denied her by others………

Her fingers ran through the hair……..splaying out the fine and silky mane until the hair sat over the girls shoulders……….partly obscuring the gag………
Then the woman ran her hands through the girls hair…….roughly and fast…….messing the hair up…….now the unconscious Susan had a dishevelled look about her……

WPC Susan McBride had begun her day as a smartly attired and fully clothed Police Constable……..now she had lost all her uniform and most of her underwear…….
She had been tightly and expertly tied to a chair in a strange house…….her tits, minus her brassiere were hanging out for any Tom Dick or Harry to have a gawp at……or feel up actually if they wanted to….her legs were spread like a common tart……leaving what was between her legs hardly a secret……….unknowingly, she had been tied up and gagged with another unfortunate woman’s items of underwear………

The woman, now finally satisfied with her work took a step back……..
She saw that Eric was looking at nothing else except his tied up and semi naked ex colleague……
She placed the revolver back into the deep pocket of the gown…….she did not need it right now…..her little display had had the desired effect on her potential accomplice………a temporary agreement she assured herself……

She went to the metal clothes horse and began to collect Susan’s now dry clothes and underwear items……..
‘You know Eric…I can provide you with more of what you see….lots more’
She collected the bra, tights and half slip…….
‘Stick with me Eric……I can fulfil all of those fantasies that you for so long dreamed of’
She collected the skirt, tunic and white blouse……….
‘You could never explain all this away……live the dream Eric’
She huddled down for the practical heels of the female issue police shoes……she placed them on top of the clothes in her arms……she peeked inside……looking for a size…….
She thought to herself and smiled….Susan McBride…I thank you again

With her arms full she went to the dining table……passing by the previous and oblivious owner of all the clothing in her arms, the semi naked ex owner who was now tied up and gagged to a chair…….
With a little difficulty she retrieved the small black neck tie and the white topped female issue service cap……

She walked towards the door…arms full and very satisfied with her haul of purloined clothes…….

She went to pass the self immobilised Eric Porter……..
‘Oh..Eric Darling…I’m just popping upstairs to get dressed’ she whispered
‘Why don’t you stay down here and have a…..ah…..well……you know…..a little fumble about’ she sniggered
‘Oh…you know what I mean……’ she exclaimed
‘Do we have a deal Eric’

He said nothing…….he did even look at her….maybe his little brain had snapped she thought……
‘Eric…I am talking to you’

He blinked….’Yeah…okay’
‘Sure’ she asked
‘Yes’ he confirmed……in harsh and pissy tone
She made to leave……..

‘Oh…and Eric’ she looked over her shoulder at him…he was staring at the semi naked Susan……all trussed up…….

‘Yes’ in a blank monotone

‘Do not go untying her….just work around it’ she offered
‘Okay’ he said
‘And when I call…..come upstairs I have something else I want to show you’ her voice had that clipped English accent that one heard in old movies……
She sighed…..and repeated the statement
A dull sounding ‘Okay’ was all she received in reply

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THE BEDROOM - AGAIN

The woman barged into the bedroom….her arms full of black and white clothing……..
She dropped her load on a vacant space on the double bed….the other side of the bed was still occupied……as the woman expected it to be……

‘Hello’ she declared to the other woman in the room
The gagged Mrs Slade could not reply……she dare not try either……..she felt she had been tormented and molested enough as it is

The woman walked to the other side of the bed………looking down at the woman on her back…..
‘Missed me’ she enquired….she loved to taunt…..humiliate…..if she had the time….there was never enough time….especially not today…..

The puffy and red eyes stared back…….the thin and pinched face dominated by the cleave gag and bared teeth……..
Mrs Slade looked very hot and bothered….and very uncomfortable………squirming now and then…..
‘Maybe not’ she mocked….and meant the complete opposite

The gagged housewife looked very sweaty and tired…….she must have been struggling against her bonds after she had gone downstairs…….trying to get free….pathetic really
‘How many times do I have to tell you people…….the harder you struggle…..the tighter they get….Silly Girl’ she sounded quite unstable…..

She turned around……..’’You never learn’

The woman in Angela’s dressing gown went to the upturned stool and set it right in its correct space opposite the vanity mirror on the woman’s dressing table…….
She reached into her pocket and retrieved the revolver…..it only had five rounds left……and placed it next to an array of Mrs Slade’s cosmetic’s ….….
She then let the robe slip to the carpeted floor…..
Just in Slade’s ill fitting knickers and bare breasted she sat at the table………she needed to transform herself as best she could………

She looked at her refection in the wood framed mirror…..in the glass she could see Slade……mainly her tied up feet and legs…..her white knickers……as the bed was level with the mirror……the gagged woman was attempting to lift her head up from her pillow….trying to see what the violent intruder was up to……
Let her guess thought the woman……she wanted Slade to see her using her makeup kit………using her personal items……using creams and lotions intended only for her own skin……

The yellow towel……wrapped turban style…..around the intruders head also joined the gown on the floor…..

The woman selected a hairbrush and tried to make something of her hair……there was not much to do…but still……in a couple of weeks it would be different….her hair normally grew back fast……very fast…....another benefit of socialist genetic engineering…….administered when only a child…….that and the slowing of the aging process

But until then she would have to hide its shortness…….especially in this day and age of excess female fashion……it appeared that they all had their hair long, frizzy and flashy……like their fashion’s…..loud and colourful……it also appeared it applied to their underwear choices…..lots of lace…..bows and flowers…..skimpy briefs……..oh well……..she would have to get with the times…….
She hoped that the Police issue cap would hide the temporary shortness of her hair…….and the Police, if anyone kept their hair short…even their women…..they would……..

Her skin pallor looked dry and pale……a few spots there….due to dirt and grime……there had been no proper hygiene products were she had been……no lotions….no creams….no pampering that these woman indulged in on a daily basis…..
Also a lack of natural light………harsh light bulbs were no substitute for the sun……

Still….a little time and she would be back to normal…….

She found a compact……opened the round case…….with a little round pad she applied a little pink flesh coloured powder to her face……..
Blusher next for a little colour on her cheeks…..a little Rose Red……..
She selected a black eyeliner pencil……she was slower here….a little out of practice but one never forgets…….
She was ignorant to the gagged woman watching her from behind……tied to her own bed….watching a stranger using her own make up and female hygiene products

She found a nice gray mascara which she applied to her lids…….she blinked a few times….yes…the eyeliner and mascara were a good match….her face cheeks looked fresh and colourful……
Next she inspected three small golden tubes………she took off the tops and rotated them from the base……lipstick…….all had been well used…….she settled on a burgundy red….she applied the waxy material to her dried lips…..smacked them together to level the lipstick….no lumps……
She looked at her refection…….there was vast difference already……..apart from hair being too short and manly she looked quite normal……..

She turned around and looked at the gagged woman..……..
‘You’re quiet for a change’ she looked into the mirror…….the housewife moaned…..but nothing like before…….
‘I warned you…….the more you struggle the tighter the bonds get….it’s your fault’ accused the woman……
Mrs Slade just whimpered…….a low gagged lament…..looking at the bare back of a woman sitting on a stool she normally sat at…….. using her makeup

The woman stood up from the stool…….breasts quivering…..a tight rump in her own knickers thought Angela……
She moved over to one of the gagged woman’s wardrobes…..the silenced lady was now looking up at her……watching….
Oh…not again thought Angela
But the intruder ignored her….Mrs Slade slumped in relief……a low whimper ensued

The intruder using her foot cleared some discarded woman’s clothing that had been left on the floor……to clear some space …….she wished to close the door……when putting on the uniform she wanted to use a full length mirror in doing so….she wanted to look right in it…..
The door would not close properly…..she pushed again and forced It shut….the once well ordered and neat contents were all now in a crumpled mess….
Finally the small lock catch clicked…….

She turned her attention to her recently acquired clothes…..
The gagged woman’s eyes following……..
She picked up the white shiny nylon brassiere……recently attached to Susan’s chest….the intimate garment was still warm……
She studied the label more…… ‘Contessa’ it proudly declared…..36C……….

‘Ah…...Susan Dear….’she exclaimed ‘you were made to measure……I knew the moment I saw you’
Angela Slade was thinking……Who the hell was Susan…..

She stood in front of the mirror……..she pulled the bra around her waist…….sliding the back band and hooks around to her front….she hooked the catches…..then slid the bra around to her back….the cups now slid to her front……she lifted the cups up to her breast and the proceeded to slip her arms through the shoulder straps…..she wriggled her chest……pressing her breasts into the half floral lace cups……..pushing the underwire support underneath them both…...she made sure the band and straps were not twisted…..the bra still felt a little loose……

The gagged wife looking up was bemused by the site of a strange woman putting on a bra in her own bedroom…….it was not one of hers…..in fact this woman was using her room like it was her own….
Angela forgot herself and gave a gagged protest……..

The intruder looked at her
‘Yes…I know……the girl downstairs was bigger than me’
Angela just thought what girl she was talking about………..
Then she thought…….was she talking about Brenda…..if she was then her friend was early calling….had Brenda been gagged and bound……her clothes also taken……
She moaned again…….
Then she thought it through……Brenda was no girl…….she remembered…..and not called Susan either…...then she looked at the white bra that this freak was putting on….It was not one of Brenda’s…it was too large in the cups….Brenda had a smaller bust than she did…….
Well….if it wasn’t Brenda’s bra…whose was it….
Another gagged moan ensued…….
Her once safe house had become a lunatic asylum…..

The intruder adjusted the loose straps…….sliding the shoulder straps up through the adjusting eye…..finally the bra was a good fit….not as tight like it had been on Susan…….
The intruder looked at reflection in the mirror…..and was rewarded with the site of a good white U band shape……sheer on her skin
Not a matching set though….what with wearing a pair of Angela Slade’s black knickers…….
Still thought the intruder……they would blend in better with the tights, once they were on……unlike Susan’s choice that morning of wearing white under black nylon…..

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She padded over and picked up the silky and translucent black 20 denier nylons…….after all, they were fluffy and light after recently coming off Susan’s own legs, groin, hips and waist……unknown to the intruder Susan had only bought them two days ago…….they had been fresh out of the packet that same morning….

The woman was looking forward to this….she had not worn any form of nylons for five years solid…….
She sat on the stool…….she know noted that her toenails were not painted, her fingernails looked a little bleak too….but there was no time…..this place would soon be very hot …....she had to make some distance……..

She scrunched up one of the nylon legs and eased her foot into one of the black reinforced seams…….she eased the nylon up her foot….the same with the other one
She then stood up…still bending over slightly…….she pulled up the tights…over her knees….up her thighs…over her hips and snapped the elastic over her waist……
She place a foot on the stool and smoothed out the nylon…….and repeated the same with the other leg……
She took a look of herself in the mirror……the seam straight down the middle of her flat stomach…….the black knickers underneath the dark nylon were almost invisible……..
She looked okay…although wearing the underwear still did not feel quite normal….or comfortable……it had been a long time……

She was getting faster……the black satin slip……..she stepped into the light anti static fabric…..it swished up her nylon sheathed legs and waist….making that distinctive sound that she had not heard in years….but had never forgotten the sound or that once familiar feeling…..…..the satin felt cool over the nylon tights……..
Again she inspected herself in the mirror…….the slips lacy hemline ended well above her black sheathed knees…….she slid the slip around her waist until the stitched split was on the side of her right leg….showing a little thigh…..and the darker run guard circle of the tights worn below….. she made sure the slips thin waistband sat perfectly with the waistband of the hosiery……

She selected the white uniform blouse……..shook the white cotton and slipped an arm through the long sleeved shirt…….then the other……..she buttoned up and eventually masked the half cupped lacy bra worn beneath….just like Susan had that very morning……….
The collar and the small tie….it was more like a small cravat that clipped from behind under the collar….someone had thought that it looked a lot smarter than a normal tie…….they were right too…..

The woman was starting to feel very warm……a little uncomfortable wearing all these clothes……so much underwear…slips…tights….heavy cotton shirts……she had been incarcerated and isolated for far too long……she had forgotten the amount of clothing that normal women wore on a daily basis…..just to go outside….it was definitely a man’s world……they had got that right….a man wouldn’t put up with this rigmarole every day……

My god thought the gagged housewife…..the girl downstairs must be a policewoman…..
This resulted in a muted moan of surprise…and more fear……even the Police were not safe…….

She stepped into the skirt……pulled it up her black and satin clad thighs…..tucked the blouse in tightly…..zipped up from behind and tightened the thin belt…..she wriggled her bottom and legs as she adjusted the slip underneath……

She stepped into the rather clunky leather issue shoes…..her feet felt odd in just stockinged feet inside leather shoes…..everything felt thin, cold….she could feel the leather too much……the lightness of her stockinged toes only feeling the hard leather…….she needed to get back into the swing of things…….that was all…..just wearing what women wore……

She reached for the tunic…….and slipped it on

Now she looked decent, very good indeed in fact. The image before her was a marked improvement on what she had looked like before she had broke into the house….she had not looked this good in years.

She arched her head, inspecting her figure…..occasionally running her hands over her body, smoothing out the clothes
There she was in a rather heavy, hard wearing black uniform skirt, tight, but not as tight as on the girl who had just previously worn it…..well above her knees, maybe a little too short for a uniform, she suspected that a woman could not be taken seriously as a police officer wearing it, not with some dickhead always trying to get eyeful as one moved around wearing it…..even simple things like getting in and out of a patrol car would raise the temperature on some….
But it would be easy for a girl to walk in….or run in an emergency
Black nylons with good, sturdy police shoes…….yes, black tights only wearing this skirt……drawing more leering looks no doubt…..
She was very conscious of wearing the tight black nylons……clinging onto her lower body…..her legs, thighs, groin and waist felt very warm now….especially indoors…..she had not worn tights in years…….she would get used to wearing them again in time…..there was nothing better in making legs look great…..having a natural distraction was always an advantage…..
The police tunic with four pockets…complete with silver buttons……was slightly synched at the waist in the feminine style…….her tunic accentuated her healthy looking curved bust……a bust now fully supported and lifted……thankfully enhanced by stealing another woman’s bra that had fitted her rather well……she felt good, more respectable and rather a little more sexy wearing a smart lacy brassiere….it did not bother at all that the garment was never intended for use by her own tits…….she felt no moral guilt whatsoever that another female had chosen its design and style……..
Anyway, the stolen bra was now undetectable under the tunic and the white short sleeve uniform shirt, complete with the small black cravat at her collar and neck…..but she knew it was there…….nice, tight and comforting around her upper body……
She bent down…..more ladylike than she intended, the new clothing was taking effect……..she was subconsciously acting like a woman……ingrained mannerisms were returning from memory…..she picked up the short billed and white service cap…..in its centre was the Royal crest of the local force……a black and white chequered trim surrounded its base
She placed it on her head…….adjusted it slightly…..pulling its peak low over her eyes……mascara for affect….her face with another woman’s cosmetics …….not bad……..she looked just as good and natural as the girl she taken the uniform from……maybe more so as her body was fitter, stronger and tighter…..just her hair was a little too short for the times, but the cap helped to hide that……she stood in front of the mirror in side profile, arching her knee provocatively….or standing straight….she stood to attention…..she saluted her image in the British style…..palm open…….
Finally…she was happy with the result …..More than happy in fact…..outwardly she could and would pass as a policewoman


She retrieved her revolver………
Oblivious to the fact that there was gagged and bound woman staring at her from the bed……..
The imposter did not even look back as she just left the bedroom…..the room and its occupant had served their purpose…..and that was all#

Mrs Angela Slade lay there just lay there at first, staring at the open door of her once safe and familiar bedroom……the once neat and tidy room just looked ransacked, like a tempest had blown through…..all her clothes lay discarded, rumpled or just plain ruined….all her underclothes violated by the hands of a stranger, hanging all over the place like decorations……for her never to be worn again……she herself had been groped and molested like a mere plaything……taunted and ridiculed……..she had been tied up and gagged on her own matrimonial bed……one of her breasts lay exposed outside the halter of her short cotton nightdress….the same nightdress was outrageously hitched up over her thin waist…..exposing her high hip briefs…….leaving nothing to the imagination of any would be rescuer…….
In time Mrs Slade realized at last that maybe the lunatic had finally left her alone……and hopefully her house…...in realization and relief she thankfully passed out………..