It appeared that a silky tan stocking had been forced over the woman’s’ head……….her black hair escaping from underneath the stockings usually thigh placed welt and shadow band……….
The band was fairly tight around her thin neck…….
Her facial features were distorted under the soft and tight stocking………the toe of the stocking pointed in shape on the top of her small head……..
The tight black cleave gag prominent on her lower face…….compressing her jaw and cheeks………making her mouth abnormally wide………
Her petite nose now looking rather pig like with her nostrils exposed and flared……
She was breathing heavily……her small plump breasts heaving up and down on her chest……….
Her eyes misted over and obscured by the mesh of the nylon stocking……..
Yet at the same time also imploring to be released………
Her thin eyebrows highlighted, pressed and exposed on a high uncovered forehead………..her hair being pushed and crushed flat by the stocking……..
A soft ladies garment normally designed for a female leg……….now being used as a cruel jest……….
Maze entered the confined space………
The tied up woman bowing and raising her head…..
‘UUrrgguummhhpppfff’
Indicating to take the fucking stocking off her head……..
Maze reached under the welt and pulled the nylon garment away in a flourish…….
The woman’s full dark hair fell away……finally free
Replaced by the woman’s sweaty face and ruined makeup……..
She was swearing through the gag……...Maze could understand that
“MMMH! ghn mmph mmnph!”
'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
Maze brought the struggling woman’s head forward…….
Her fingers exploring and then trying to undo the knot that kept the black tights in and across her mouth in place…….
The knotted gag was too tight………for fingers anyway…….
She retrieved her sharp knife from her jacket…….she pulled out the blade……
The gagged woman’s swollen and mascara ruined eyes widened……….
Maze reassured her…..
‘You just stay very still………
The gagged woman stopped struggling with her bound limbs…….
‘You understand’
Frantic nodding followed……
Maze gently held the woman’s chin……..
The woman kept her encased head very still………
And slowly sliced at the thick black nylon……
Finally the gag fell away…….
Maze threw the ruined opaque tights to the floor…..
The woman’s mouth was still full……..
Her lips red, sore………not red anymore by the lipstick that once adorned them…….the rich red gloss had long gone…….
Maze saw something large and orange in her mouth…….
Fuck thought Maze…….she knew what that was…….
The woman was still moaning……breathing heavily through her nose……
Maze placed one hand on her shoulder, on her orange bra strap…….
With the other she extracted the orange object from deep within the woman’s mouth……………
The woman audibly sucked in air……
Her chest pumping up and down…….
She was swearing and cursing in a foreign language…..
‘La Puta’ she roared………
She coughed……..and spat out some flem that landed on the discarded clothes on the floor………
‘Bastarda Puta’ her voice a little hoarse on being gagged for so long……..
And then……..
‘Maldito hijo de puta’…….this one a wail
Maze got the drift………
Maze knew it to be Spanish…….the last expletive being ‘Fucking Pig Fucker’
The woman was naturally pissed off………and letting the world know it……..now that she was no longer gagged…….
The woman pleaded in almost a sob………
‘Ella robo mi ropa’ ……….which was ‘She stole my clothes’
But Maze was not listening, she was looking at the object in her hand………..
She had handled it before…….then it had been soft and dry
Now it was heavy and wet……..full of the woman’s spittle…….
She held the small orange ball up……..…inspecting it
Just staring at it……..
She ignored the wailed demands to be untied………
She said aloud…….
‘Yorkshire Terrier my arse’
Only Maze understood what she had just said……….
A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
GATWICK AIRPORT
The two bogus customs officers heard a vehicle pull up outside building Ten……..
Both their postures notably changed……
Backs became straighter……….well covered and supported breasts were pushed outward……..
Heads held high……….chins up
Shoulders back………..
Arse cheeks tightened up under equally tight skirts………..
Arms behind their backs like at ease……….wrists crossed…………
Black Stockinged legs parted wider………..feet apart
Both were wearing their rather sexy service caps……….
They looked the part alright……….
Both officers looked neat, pretty and very professional………..
Two typical English women in uniform………
Government employees both…….
They personified authority……..
An aircraft once again roared overhead…………
A car door slammed shut………
Both sets of alert eyes noted the vague and formless shadows outside the white frosted glass of the doors……..
Muted voices……..
The shadowy and murky figures came closer to the opaque glass……..
Finally……..the doors were pushed forward……..
First through the door was the outwardly suave but slimy inspector Blake……
His softer footfall was followed by that of a cascade of click clacking heels on the hard white linoleum floor……..
He was all service cap…….cheesy grin and moustache……..
‘Whato ladies……missed me’ he hollered all jovially………
The officers remained silent…….
On the surface remaining respectful to their senior officer………
But they were taking notice of the two people who had followed inspector Blake into Building Ten……
Blake had been followed by two females in civilian attire………
The officer dressed in the uniform of the still unconscious, gagged and bound Hailey Summers liked what she saw in one them……..instantly
This newcomer was a real treat for the eyes………
Although she herself preferred men……..she instantly acknowledged that this one was a niece piece of skirt alright……..
Immediately the officer noted the tanned complexion………something she did not have………
The woman walking in had experienced a lot of sun lately………..
And being a citizen of Naples……..so she had
Her jet black hair was loose and free on her shoulder……….long and fine, shiny………nicely brushed……..low on her forehead with a centre parting……..hiding her small ears………
Her face was not thin………nor fleshy either……..just wholesome, filled out by an healthy diet……….
Her eyelashes were thin………a black slash mark really
Her eyelids coated in a grey blue eye shadow……..
Her eyes lined with dark mascara……..
Her eyes rounded and dark…….she had a nose that was prominent on her face………..one could say that it was not petite……..but not ugly either……….
Her mouth was wide, large………her lips rounded and sporting a deep wine red lipstick……….
Her teeth looked straight and white……..
Her cheeks sported blusher and rouge………..
Her chin being rounded rather than angular………
Her neck was slim and unblemished……...
Apart from a small brown mole near and just below her left ear……….
Although most was partially concealed by the grey cashmere scarf that had been wrapped loosely around that same soft neck……..
This bronzed woman wore a thick black woollen short overcoat………its belt hung loose………as the coat was open………..five large black buttons on the face and two on the cuffs…..
The imposter saw fingers with long nails and red varnish…………a gold ladies wristwatch…….fingers with a ring or two…….
None of the rings signified that she was married or engaged………
The officer briefly looked at one of her own hands……….they too were long nailed and varnished in red polish……
Likewise she knew her toenails……..hidden underneath her stolen dark tights and chunky shoes……….which were identically painted…….
She imagined this new arrival also had painted toe nails……….these types always did
The coat had a wide wing collar……..that in a really biting cold wind could be turned up………
Over the shoulder of her coat was a leather strap………..the strap belonged to a very stylish shoulder bag with a logo and gold clasp……
Was that a Gucci thought the officer……….the woman had her opposite hand resting on the bag……..it was a very relaxed pose…….
As it should be………
What did she have to fear………
The bogus officer could just make out a dark magenta shirt or blouse underneath the coat……….the garment was shiny……maybe it was silk or satin………..
Buttoned not too high on her ample chest……….
Yes……..thought the officer………she rather bulged there in the tatty department……..
The officer need not worry……..she was rather well endowed too……….unlike the real officer she had stolen her present mode of attire from…….
That bitch was just an handful at least………a size smaller than her
This new woman had a tight waist……..there was a belt there………on the skirt………
The skirt was tight on her……...high up from her lovely shaped knees…….its hemline high on her upper leg…….
It was just as well……….she had good legs…….
Nice strong and well-formed and attractive legs………encased in what were at least 15 denier, light and sheer tights, the length of the skirt surely guaranteed that this female was wearing tights……….
One of her long black sheathed legs was straight at the back…..giving support……..
The other was slightly bent at the knee……..forward
The seductive pose rather accentuated her choice in footwear…….
The customs officer was impressed with her choice there……….
She was looking forward to those………
Black leather boots ending just below the knee………tight shiny leather encased her calf’s, slim fit……….a zip on either boot……..
The boots had a pointed heel with an elevated arch………their toes were pointed…….
The officer deduced that this woman was of the same age as she………..and was a bit of a ‘Fashionista’
The bogus Hailey Summers was going to enjoy seeing what was coming to her…………and very soon……..
This young woman felt far too safe and confident in her surroundings……….
The other woman was slightly more mature…….. perhaps closer to thirty in age………maybe slightly younger
Maybe not as young and vivacious as her fellow traveller…….…..but still a looker……….
This was the woman the bogus Irene Bishop was taking an interest in ………..as she too had golden auburn hair……….
This new second woman also had long hair………a rich gold that was naturally wavy……….except with her she had chosen to style it in smart ponytail………held in place by a thick beige satin cloth scrunchie………her hair had been brushed forward………her fringe low on her forehead………
With her hair such the style accentuated her pretty face……..
She wore rings on her fingers……none signified any complications………..
Maybe she was married to her career instead…………
Unlike her colleague she had a much paler complexion………
This being a result of the fact that she was a native of the city of Trieste………there being a lot less of the generally all year sunshine that had graced the eye-catching body of her younger colleague…….
Unlike her travelling companion her facial features were rather leaner
She had more angular features…….
Her eyelashes too were razor thin……….
Her eyelids masked in a grey and dark eye shadow……….
Her eyes were narrow in shape…….again lined with dark mascara………
Her eyes were a pale grey………..almost blue……..
The bogus Irene Bishops eyes were true blue……….but who would notice………
The two bogus customs officers heard a vehicle pull up outside building Ten……..
Both their postures notably changed……
Backs became straighter……….well covered and supported breasts were pushed outward……..
Heads held high……….chins up
Shoulders back………..
Arse cheeks tightened up under equally tight skirts………..
Arms behind their backs like at ease……….wrists crossed…………
Black Stockinged legs parted wider………..feet apart
Both were wearing their rather sexy service caps……….
They looked the part alright……….
Both officers looked neat, pretty and very professional………..
Two typical English women in uniform………
Government employees both…….
They personified authority……..
An aircraft once again roared overhead…………
A car door slammed shut………
Both sets of alert eyes noted the vague and formless shadows outside the white frosted glass of the doors……..
Muted voices……..
The shadowy and murky figures came closer to the opaque glass……..
Finally……..the doors were pushed forward……..
First through the door was the outwardly suave but slimy inspector Blake……
His softer footfall was followed by that of a cascade of click clacking heels on the hard white linoleum floor……..
He was all service cap…….cheesy grin and moustache……..
‘Whato ladies……missed me’ he hollered all jovially………
The officers remained silent…….
On the surface remaining respectful to their senior officer………
But they were taking notice of the two people who had followed inspector Blake into Building Ten……
Blake had been followed by two females in civilian attire………
The officer dressed in the uniform of the still unconscious, gagged and bound Hailey Summers liked what she saw in one them……..instantly
This newcomer was a real treat for the eyes………
Although she herself preferred men……..she instantly acknowledged that this one was a niece piece of skirt alright……..
Immediately the officer noted the tanned complexion………something she did not have………
The woman walking in had experienced a lot of sun lately………..
And being a citizen of Naples……..so she had
Her jet black hair was loose and free on her shoulder……….long and fine, shiny………nicely brushed……..low on her forehead with a centre parting……..hiding her small ears………
Her face was not thin………nor fleshy either……..just wholesome, filled out by an healthy diet……….
Her eyelashes were thin………a black slash mark really
Her eyelids coated in a grey blue eye shadow……..
Her eyes lined with dark mascara……..
Her eyes rounded and dark…….she had a nose that was prominent on her face………..one could say that it was not petite……..but not ugly either……….
Her mouth was wide, large………her lips rounded and sporting a deep wine red lipstick……….
Her teeth looked straight and white……..
Her cheeks sported blusher and rouge………..
Her chin being rounded rather than angular………
Her neck was slim and unblemished……...
Apart from a small brown mole near and just below her left ear……….
Although most was partially concealed by the grey cashmere scarf that had been wrapped loosely around that same soft neck……..
This bronzed woman wore a thick black woollen short overcoat………its belt hung loose………as the coat was open………..five large black buttons on the face and two on the cuffs…..
The imposter saw fingers with long nails and red varnish…………a gold ladies wristwatch…….fingers with a ring or two…….
None of the rings signified that she was married or engaged………
The officer briefly looked at one of her own hands……….they too were long nailed and varnished in red polish……
Likewise she knew her toenails……..hidden underneath her stolen dark tights and chunky shoes……….which were identically painted…….
She imagined this new arrival also had painted toe nails……….these types always did
The coat had a wide wing collar……..that in a really biting cold wind could be turned up………
Over the shoulder of her coat was a leather strap………..the strap belonged to a very stylish shoulder bag with a logo and gold clasp……
Was that a Gucci thought the officer……….the woman had her opposite hand resting on the bag……..it was a very relaxed pose…….
As it should be………
What did she have to fear………
The bogus officer could just make out a dark magenta shirt or blouse underneath the coat……….the garment was shiny……maybe it was silk or satin………..
Buttoned not too high on her ample chest……….
Yes……..thought the officer………she rather bulged there in the tatty department……..
The officer need not worry……..she was rather well endowed too……….unlike the real officer she had stolen her present mode of attire from…….
That bitch was just an handful at least………a size smaller than her
This new woman had a tight waist……..there was a belt there………on the skirt………
The skirt was tight on her……...high up from her lovely shaped knees…….its hemline high on her upper leg…….
It was just as well……….she had good legs…….
Nice strong and well-formed and attractive legs………encased in what were at least 15 denier, light and sheer tights, the length of the skirt surely guaranteed that this female was wearing tights……….
One of her long black sheathed legs was straight at the back…..giving support……..
The other was slightly bent at the knee……..forward
The seductive pose rather accentuated her choice in footwear…….
The customs officer was impressed with her choice there……….
She was looking forward to those………
Black leather boots ending just below the knee………tight shiny leather encased her calf’s, slim fit……….a zip on either boot……..
The boots had a pointed heel with an elevated arch………their toes were pointed…….
The officer deduced that this woman was of the same age as she………..and was a bit of a ‘Fashionista’
The bogus Hailey Summers was going to enjoy seeing what was coming to her…………and very soon……..
This young woman felt far too safe and confident in her surroundings……….
The other woman was slightly more mature…….. perhaps closer to thirty in age………maybe slightly younger
Maybe not as young and vivacious as her fellow traveller…….…..but still a looker……….
This was the woman the bogus Irene Bishop was taking an interest in ………..as she too had golden auburn hair……….
This new second woman also had long hair………a rich gold that was naturally wavy……….except with her she had chosen to style it in smart ponytail………held in place by a thick beige satin cloth scrunchie………her hair had been brushed forward………her fringe low on her forehead………
With her hair such the style accentuated her pretty face……..
She wore rings on her fingers……none signified any complications………..
Maybe she was married to her career instead…………
Unlike her colleague she had a much paler complexion………
This being a result of the fact that she was a native of the city of Trieste………there being a lot less of the generally all year sunshine that had graced the eye-catching body of her younger colleague…….
Unlike her travelling companion her facial features were rather leaner
She had more angular features…….
Her eyelashes too were razor thin……….
Her eyelids masked in a grey and dark eye shadow……….
Her eyes were narrow in shape…….again lined with dark mascara………
Her eyes were a pale grey………..almost blue……..
The bogus Irene Bishops eyes were true blue……….but who would notice………
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
The woman’s nose was again not petite………different from that of her colleague………like her eyes and hair differed……..
Although both woman were Italian by nationality and culture……….the golden haired lady hailed from Trieste, bordering very closely to the now Communist ruled Yugoslavia…………this city at the top of Adriatic had been many things at different times………
Influenced by many since the days of Rome…………
This cultural melting pot showed on this slightly older Italian woman……..
This woman oozed her Slavic ancestry…………she was not one, especially by the British, expected to be an Italian…….
At first strangers in Europe took her to be an Austrian………
By those especially who watched too many movies, expecting the stereotypical dark and lusty beauty or the jolly fat Italian lady forcing pasta and meatballs onto your plate………
Her colleague standing next to her was typical of what many foreigners expected………dark skinned, black hair, a full body and curvy figure, luscious lips and piercing dark eyes……
This more mature woman suited the profile of the Bogus Irene Bishop very well indeed…….
If one was thinking in those terms of course……….
The woman also wore makeup………just a little more liberally than her companion………..
A light pink rose lipstick adorned thin lips on a small mouth………..
Her teeth again white…….
Her dimpled and triangular chin………
Her ears were small……..her lobes adorned with clip on gold rings………..
Her slim neck was open to the air……….she wore no cashmere scarf………….
Yet her camel desert brown long coat was buttoned up and belted…………the heavy collar pulled up against the typically temperamental English weather……..
Over her shoulder was a dark tan leather shoulder bag………..again very stylish……..typically Italian……..
A must have for most women anywhere……….especially by those from the sunny and fashion conscious Mediterranean………
The coat was bulky………but even with this heavy garment on her natural curves showed through……
There must a nice dress under that coat thought the officer……..she looked like a woman who preferred wearing one……..
She had a mature elegance about her………..
A woman who liked to dress well……..
Not as flamboyant or revealing as her younger companion liked to dress………but classically conservative and graceful thought the imposter in uniform…….
Just what she preferred herself……..if given the chance
The long coat ended just over her knees………
On what she could see…….the watching officer could tell that she too had nice legs just by glimpsing her calf’s……….they had a nice, toned muscle shape to them…….
The woman was obviously no stranger to a gym………
The imposter also noticed something else interesting about those curvaceous looking legs……….
They must be fully encased in what looked like sheer and nude 15 denier hosiery………whether this woman had chosen tights or stockings remained to be seen………
The imposter shuddered a little with eagerly awaited anticipation………
Matching camel brown high heeled shoes adorned her feet……..
The obviously Italian made shoes sported a very thin high heel with an enclosed back……….again with an elevated arch that caused the woman’s feet to dip at a severe angle into the shoe……….open on the foot with a pointed toe……..
Very nice indeed thought the fake Irene………
Showing no outward emotion she was as equally pleased as her partner in crime………
Blake turned to his escorted guests………..
Quite the showman was the inspector………..
‘Ladies on behalf of Chief Inspector Howe, Scotland Yard’ he paused for affect ‘and the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police’
He had all their attention……….
The Italian women looked on at him……….a pleasant, expectant and unwary look on both their faces………….
‘I would like to welcome you to England’
Both unwary women smiled back……….
‘The powers to be so to speak would like to expedite your entry into the country’ he crooned……
‘After all, your business here is rather official and of a rather secretive nature……..’
The Italians nodded………
The younger one looking a little serious now…….her arms crossed over her heavily weighted bosom…..
He continued……….…trying not to notice that and become distracted again…………
‘Chief Inspector Howe thought it best that no roving members of the press’……….he saw a blank look there on the face of Miss Big Tits………he tried another word
‘Eh…..Paparazzi’
He saw the big busted Italian’s eyes open wider on hearing the word……….
He continued…….
‘It would be bad form you getting spotted by a rogue camera shot……or photograph…….intermingling with the public…….we would rather keep it all hush hush’…….
Not taking the risk he added…….
‘Segreta….Si’
The more mature woman nodded in agreement……..
‘And all in respect and deference to our crime fighting colleagues at Interpol……may our cooperation bare the fruits of justice’
Don’t overdo it thought the bogus officer Bishop………..
‘So………we are going to bypass the normal customs and immigration rigmarole’ this last word was lost on both of the Italian ladies……..
But still they still smiled………
‘And do a spot of quick paperwork……and have both of you driven directly to your hotel in London’
He turned to his so called female customs officers…….
He introduced them………
‘This is Officer Bishop’ he indicated……….she nodded and smiled back………a nice disarming smile too…..
‘And this is Officer Summers’ he pointed to the younger woman in uniform
Who cutely offered ‘Hello’……..acting like a harmless young woman………..
Blake continued………with his prepared speech
‘They will assist you both and escort you past the main gate……..normally it’s the staff and delivery gate……...no fuss there……....you will just blend in on leaving……….no crowds or annoying queues there…..what’
More nodding by the Italian ladies……..they looked pleaded at that news…………
He paused getting his breath back………he really did smoke too much lately
‘A car is on its way……….and all your luggage is on board’
Finally……...to his two officers
‘Ladies…..may I introduce Captain Bossetti’ he politely indicted to the older Italian woman……
‘Of the Italian Carabinieri’
The woman nodded her fine head in salute……..
He noted her looks again……..she really was a corker thought Blake……….
He continued with the introductions………
‘And Lieutenant Taccari of the Italian State Police……..
She too nodded her head in gratitude……..
He noted that short black skirt………the long legs in black tights and boots…….
And she was something else……..more like one of those wet dreams he tended to have on a regular basis……..
The older woman, Captain Clio Bossetti spoke up…..
In accented but good English……….
‘Grazie Inspector Blake…….I will pass on my regards of your most excellent welcome to Mr Howe when I shall see him tomorrow………you have been most gracious and accommodating’
Blake briefly looked her over……..
Fine looking woman that…….he fancied one of his ‘Feeling’ urges coming on……..
He fought himself to resist……..he had a headache coming on too
Although both woman were Italian by nationality and culture……….the golden haired lady hailed from Trieste, bordering very closely to the now Communist ruled Yugoslavia…………this city at the top of Adriatic had been many things at different times………
Influenced by many since the days of Rome…………
This cultural melting pot showed on this slightly older Italian woman……..
This woman oozed her Slavic ancestry…………she was not one, especially by the British, expected to be an Italian…….
At first strangers in Europe took her to be an Austrian………
By those especially who watched too many movies, expecting the stereotypical dark and lusty beauty or the jolly fat Italian lady forcing pasta and meatballs onto your plate………
Her colleague standing next to her was typical of what many foreigners expected………dark skinned, black hair, a full body and curvy figure, luscious lips and piercing dark eyes……
This more mature woman suited the profile of the Bogus Irene Bishop very well indeed…….
If one was thinking in those terms of course……….
The woman also wore makeup………just a little more liberally than her companion………..
A light pink rose lipstick adorned thin lips on a small mouth………..
Her teeth again white…….
Her dimpled and triangular chin………
Her ears were small……..her lobes adorned with clip on gold rings………..
Her slim neck was open to the air……….she wore no cashmere scarf………….
Yet her camel desert brown long coat was buttoned up and belted…………the heavy collar pulled up against the typically temperamental English weather……..
Over her shoulder was a dark tan leather shoulder bag………..again very stylish……..typically Italian……..
A must have for most women anywhere……….especially by those from the sunny and fashion conscious Mediterranean………
The coat was bulky………but even with this heavy garment on her natural curves showed through……
There must a nice dress under that coat thought the officer……..she looked like a woman who preferred wearing one……..
She had a mature elegance about her………..
A woman who liked to dress well……..
Not as flamboyant or revealing as her younger companion liked to dress………but classically conservative and graceful thought the imposter in uniform…….
Just what she preferred herself……..if given the chance
The long coat ended just over her knees………
On what she could see…….the watching officer could tell that she too had nice legs just by glimpsing her calf’s……….they had a nice, toned muscle shape to them…….
The woman was obviously no stranger to a gym………
The imposter also noticed something else interesting about those curvaceous looking legs……….
They must be fully encased in what looked like sheer and nude 15 denier hosiery………whether this woman had chosen tights or stockings remained to be seen………
The imposter shuddered a little with eagerly awaited anticipation………
Matching camel brown high heeled shoes adorned her feet……..
The obviously Italian made shoes sported a very thin high heel with an enclosed back……….again with an elevated arch that caused the woman’s feet to dip at a severe angle into the shoe……….open on the foot with a pointed toe……..
Very nice indeed thought the fake Irene………
Showing no outward emotion she was as equally pleased as her partner in crime………
Blake turned to his escorted guests………..
Quite the showman was the inspector………..
‘Ladies on behalf of Chief Inspector Howe, Scotland Yard’ he paused for affect ‘and the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police’
He had all their attention……….
The Italian women looked on at him……….a pleasant, expectant and unwary look on both their faces………….
‘I would like to welcome you to England’
Both unwary women smiled back……….
‘The powers to be so to speak would like to expedite your entry into the country’ he crooned……
‘After all, your business here is rather official and of a rather secretive nature……..’
The Italians nodded………
The younger one looking a little serious now…….her arms crossed over her heavily weighted bosom…..
He continued……….…trying not to notice that and become distracted again…………
‘Chief Inspector Howe thought it best that no roving members of the press’……….he saw a blank look there on the face of Miss Big Tits………he tried another word
‘Eh…..Paparazzi’
He saw the big busted Italian’s eyes open wider on hearing the word……….
He continued…….
‘It would be bad form you getting spotted by a rogue camera shot……or photograph…….intermingling with the public…….we would rather keep it all hush hush’…….
Not taking the risk he added…….
‘Segreta….Si’
The more mature woman nodded in agreement……..
‘And all in respect and deference to our crime fighting colleagues at Interpol……may our cooperation bare the fruits of justice’
Don’t overdo it thought the bogus officer Bishop………..
‘So………we are going to bypass the normal customs and immigration rigmarole’ this last word was lost on both of the Italian ladies……..
But still they still smiled………
‘And do a spot of quick paperwork……and have both of you driven directly to your hotel in London’
He turned to his so called female customs officers…….
He introduced them………
‘This is Officer Bishop’ he indicated……….she nodded and smiled back………a nice disarming smile too…..
‘And this is Officer Summers’ he pointed to the younger woman in uniform
Who cutely offered ‘Hello’……..acting like a harmless young woman………..
Blake continued………with his prepared speech
‘They will assist you both and escort you past the main gate……..normally it’s the staff and delivery gate……...no fuss there……....you will just blend in on leaving……….no crowds or annoying queues there…..what’
More nodding by the Italian ladies……..they looked pleaded at that news…………
He paused getting his breath back………he really did smoke too much lately
‘A car is on its way……….and all your luggage is on board’
Finally……...to his two officers
‘Ladies…..may I introduce Captain Bossetti’ he politely indicted to the older Italian woman……
‘Of the Italian Carabinieri’
The woman nodded her fine head in salute……..
He noted her looks again……..she really was a corker thought Blake……….
He continued with the introductions………
‘And Lieutenant Taccari of the Italian State Police……..
She too nodded her head in gratitude……..
He noted that short black skirt………the long legs in black tights and boots…….
And she was something else……..more like one of those wet dreams he tended to have on a regular basis……..
The older woman, Captain Clio Bossetti spoke up…..
In accented but good English……….
‘Grazie Inspector Blake…….I will pass on my regards of your most excellent welcome to Mr Howe when I shall see him tomorrow………you have been most gracious and accommodating’
Blake briefly looked her over……..
Fine looking woman that…….he fancied one of his ‘Feeling’ urges coming on……..
He fought himself to resist……..he had a headache coming on too
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
The bogus Bishop just hid behind a smile thinking that this woman will never get to see Chief Inspector Howe……..but she would……..
The other Italian Police Officer, Marianna Taccari spoke as well…….
Her voice more of a sing song tone………more on what an English speaker would expect from an Italian or Greek……
But her English was good…..but not as practiced as that of her colleague……….
‘Yes………Thank you sir…..you and your staff have been very helpful………..My Chief in Naples will hear all about it’
She gave a beaming smile………all luscious lips and red lipstick
Blake guffawed………wishing he could suck on those same lips
‘Oh Ladies……..there are no ‘Sirs’ here…….not for someone as pretty as yourself Lieutenant’
He twiddled his moustache……..
The Italian girl blushed a little in the face………more so than her rouge allowed……….
So……….shy was she thought Blake………
The way she dressed you wouldn’t think so………..
Inwardly both false customs officers grimaced and groaned at that……….typical Blake……….he always had an angle……..
How would he expect his patronizing and sexist remarks to achieve any desired results……….
Maybe in 1920 he could have pulled it off………..
They knew him and his perverse traits by now………...
The fake Irene also saw the younger Italian woman blush and look away……….soon she would have more to be red in the face about………..a lot more
Blake again………looking at the fake Irene
‘You are to take very good care of them both’
The bogus bishop could smell both women……..it appeared they were both heavy users of perfume………
‘Certainly Sir’ she replied ‘It would be a pleasure to really take care of them both……..special treatment sir’
Blake was lost for words a second………
‘Yes…..quite Bishop’
The bogus Hailey Summers indicated to the frosted glass doors leading to the private examination room…….
‘Once again Ladies’ she smiled……..
The turn of phrase being lost on the two unfortunate non English females……they were unable to pick up on the sarcasm being advocated ………
The false Hailey lead the way in her stolen and tight black uniform…….
Followed by the two innocent and unsuspecting Italian Police officers…..their heels once again clicking on the floor…….
The bogus Bishop at the rear………..
Finally all being followed by the duplicitous Blake……….as he was the last to enter and close the frosted glass door behind him………..
He made a final gesture just before closing…………he furtively looked over his shoulder………
Still no one else around………
He softly grinned……all uneven teeth………
‘Oh Good Oh’ he whispered…………
The glass door swung shut behind him………
The party entered the rarely used room……..
The Italian women’s clicking heels came to a halt………
The two tables within the room had been arranged……….
There were sheets of papers laid out…….Government forms no doubt accompanied by two black ballpoint pens…..
Blake again coming up from behind and moving to the front
‘Sorry ladies…….the damned nuisance and curse of administration’ he indicated to the forms on the table
‘We have to have some record that you entered the country……what’
The bogus Irene Bishop saw the younger Italian looking at the door marked ‘Examination Room’ thankfully totally unaware of what and whom lay behind that nondescript wooden door……….
‘No Miss Taccari………there will be no need of that……..Don’t worry’
The Italian girl in the short skirt and boots smiled back
‘I should hope not’
Blake piped up…….
‘Ladies……..if you please’ indicating to the chairs ‘the forms will not take long to fill out……..by then the transport should have arrived……….and then get you both off to your hotel………after your trip I should imagine that you fancy a nice glass of Chianti’
Captain Bossetti just looked at this rather eccentric Englishman……..was he mocking them……
Oh well……..she was warned about that certain English sense of humour……..
‘Yes….quite….Inspector’ and left it at that………
Both Italians moved towards the chairs………….
The two supposed customs officers moved with them…….
The bogus Irene…..
‘Shall we take your coats ladies……it would be more comfortable like that’
Captain Bossetti nodded……….
Marianna Taccari agreed…………
‘Yes…….it is rather warm in here with this coat………I am not used to such heavy clothing’
I bet you’re not thought Blake…….taking in her rounded bottom under that skirt…….those long black nyloned legs…….
With her alluring and sexy accent even the Bishop imposter had thought something nasty……..
Like don’t worry…….you’ll be wearing a lot less soon………
‘I fear that it will take me some time to adjust to your climate’ said Taccari
The bogus Hailey waited for her as she took off the heavy wool trench coat………..
Blake was not disappointed……..
The magenta coloured satin blouse was long sleeved……….unseen breasts stressing the fabric from underneath……..especially as her arms moved to take off the coat………
A thin belted waist………..the skirt tight on her wide hips, thick thighs and a mouth watering heart shaped posterior……….no sign of the panties underneath……..the skirt was that tight…….
Was she wearing any ventured Blake…….
The scarf came next………revealing the young woman’s chest bone……..her gold crucifix necklace………like any well brought up Italian girl would wear………
The false Summers took the coat and cashmere scarf and went to hang them up on a nearby rack of coat hooks………..
The imposter Bishop was not disappointed either…..
When Clio Bossetti took off her coat she finally revealed a smart one piece dress………
Open necked and short sleeved……….a rich brown in colour………
The fabric looked like it was made of a soft cotton………the dress was well tailored………
The dress was open and slightly plunging………it was a wrap over design…….
Very chic very elegant………the resulting cleavage not excessive but quite tasteful, only a hint of her breasts were on display………
There was no visible evidence of the any of the underwear worn underneath……..
The dress was also belted and synched at her thin waist……..
The dress had a split designed in the front………which rose up to the lower thigh of the leg……..ideal if a girl wanted to provocatively cross her legs……….when done so a liberal amount of a girls upper inside leg would be on display to any would be admirer……….
Especially in those sheer 15 denier nylons………
Those delicious high heeled Italian shoes made the outfit……..
She had good hips………not as wide as her younger colleague
She had a good figure……….lithe……….
Maybe too thin for her she thought……….
The imposter become worried……..without showing any alarm
She sneaked a peek again……..and then at the younger Italian………..noted her shape……..her size
The penny finally dropped………
Shit…….she thought……..
Their source in Italy had made a mistake somewhere………or the information received had somehow got mixed back to front……..
The other Italian Police Officer, Marianna Taccari spoke as well…….
Her voice more of a sing song tone………more on what an English speaker would expect from an Italian or Greek……
But her English was good…..but not as practiced as that of her colleague……….
‘Yes………Thank you sir…..you and your staff have been very helpful………..My Chief in Naples will hear all about it’
She gave a beaming smile………all luscious lips and red lipstick
Blake guffawed………wishing he could suck on those same lips
‘Oh Ladies……..there are no ‘Sirs’ here…….not for someone as pretty as yourself Lieutenant’
He twiddled his moustache……..
The Italian girl blushed a little in the face………more so than her rouge allowed……….
So……….shy was she thought Blake………
The way she dressed you wouldn’t think so………..
Inwardly both false customs officers grimaced and groaned at that……….typical Blake……….he always had an angle……..
How would he expect his patronizing and sexist remarks to achieve any desired results……….
Maybe in 1920 he could have pulled it off………..
They knew him and his perverse traits by now………...
The fake Irene also saw the younger Italian woman blush and look away……….soon she would have more to be red in the face about………..a lot more
Blake again………looking at the fake Irene
‘You are to take very good care of them both’
The bogus bishop could smell both women……..it appeared they were both heavy users of perfume………
‘Certainly Sir’ she replied ‘It would be a pleasure to really take care of them both……..special treatment sir’
Blake was lost for words a second………
‘Yes…..quite Bishop’
The bogus Hailey Summers indicated to the frosted glass doors leading to the private examination room…….
‘Once again Ladies’ she smiled……..
The turn of phrase being lost on the two unfortunate non English females……they were unable to pick up on the sarcasm being advocated ………
The false Hailey lead the way in her stolen and tight black uniform…….
Followed by the two innocent and unsuspecting Italian Police officers…..their heels once again clicking on the floor…….
The bogus Bishop at the rear………..
Finally all being followed by the duplicitous Blake……….as he was the last to enter and close the frosted glass door behind him………..
He made a final gesture just before closing…………he furtively looked over his shoulder………
Still no one else around………
He softly grinned……all uneven teeth………
‘Oh Good Oh’ he whispered…………
The glass door swung shut behind him………
The party entered the rarely used room……..
The Italian women’s clicking heels came to a halt………
The two tables within the room had been arranged……….
There were sheets of papers laid out…….Government forms no doubt accompanied by two black ballpoint pens…..
Blake again coming up from behind and moving to the front
‘Sorry ladies…….the damned nuisance and curse of administration’ he indicated to the forms on the table
‘We have to have some record that you entered the country……what’
The bogus Irene Bishop saw the younger Italian looking at the door marked ‘Examination Room’ thankfully totally unaware of what and whom lay behind that nondescript wooden door……….
‘No Miss Taccari………there will be no need of that……..Don’t worry’
The Italian girl in the short skirt and boots smiled back
‘I should hope not’
Blake piped up…….
‘Ladies……..if you please’ indicating to the chairs ‘the forms will not take long to fill out……..by then the transport should have arrived……….and then get you both off to your hotel………after your trip I should imagine that you fancy a nice glass of Chianti’
Captain Bossetti just looked at this rather eccentric Englishman……..was he mocking them……
Oh well……..she was warned about that certain English sense of humour……..
‘Yes….quite….Inspector’ and left it at that………
Both Italians moved towards the chairs………….
The two supposed customs officers moved with them…….
The bogus Irene…..
‘Shall we take your coats ladies……it would be more comfortable like that’
Captain Bossetti nodded……….
Marianna Taccari agreed…………
‘Yes…….it is rather warm in here with this coat………I am not used to such heavy clothing’
I bet you’re not thought Blake…….taking in her rounded bottom under that skirt…….those long black nyloned legs…….
With her alluring and sexy accent even the Bishop imposter had thought something nasty……..
Like don’t worry…….you’ll be wearing a lot less soon………
‘I fear that it will take me some time to adjust to your climate’ said Taccari
The bogus Hailey waited for her as she took off the heavy wool trench coat………..
Blake was not disappointed……..
The magenta coloured satin blouse was long sleeved……….unseen breasts stressing the fabric from underneath……..especially as her arms moved to take off the coat………
A thin belted waist………..the skirt tight on her wide hips, thick thighs and a mouth watering heart shaped posterior……….no sign of the panties underneath……..the skirt was that tight…….
Was she wearing any ventured Blake…….
The scarf came next………revealing the young woman’s chest bone……..her gold crucifix necklace………like any well brought up Italian girl would wear………
The false Summers took the coat and cashmere scarf and went to hang them up on a nearby rack of coat hooks………..
The imposter Bishop was not disappointed either…..
When Clio Bossetti took off her coat she finally revealed a smart one piece dress………
Open necked and short sleeved……….a rich brown in colour………
The fabric looked like it was made of a soft cotton………the dress was well tailored………
The dress was open and slightly plunging………it was a wrap over design…….
Very chic very elegant………the resulting cleavage not excessive but quite tasteful, only a hint of her breasts were on display………
There was no visible evidence of the any of the underwear worn underneath……..
The dress was also belted and synched at her thin waist……..
The dress had a split designed in the front………which rose up to the lower thigh of the leg……..ideal if a girl wanted to provocatively cross her legs……….when done so a liberal amount of a girls upper inside leg would be on display to any would be admirer……….
Especially in those sheer 15 denier nylons………
Those delicious high heeled Italian shoes made the outfit……..
She had good hips………not as wide as her younger colleague
She had a good figure……….lithe……….
Maybe too thin for her she thought……….
The imposter become worried……..without showing any alarm
She sneaked a peek again……..and then at the younger Italian………..noted her shape……..her size
The penny finally dropped………
Shit…….she thought……..
Their source in Italy had made a mistake somewhere………or the information received had somehow got mixed back to front……..
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
It was then, only when both Italian women were taking off their heavy coats and that she could get a better look at their bodies that she spotted a slight flaw in their plan……….
But still……..it was nothing that could not be overcome………
With a little imagination………..
But the background work on these two had not been as thorough……..as when they had targeted the two ill-fated female customs officers…….
They could not do the research themselves……..they had relied on others within Italy itself……..
That method always entailed certain risks………
She caught the eye of her partner in crime……..
The look returned indicated that she had spotted the same flaw in their carefully prepared and scripted plan……..………
Nevertheless they pressed on………
Blake had taken a step back…….
The Italian ladies took their seats……..
Captain Bossetti before she sat down enacted the very feminine action of tucking her dress underneath her backside before she sat down………only then placing her full weight upon the seat of the chair……
Likewise Marianna Taccari pulled at her short skirt……..pulling as much fabric forward towards her knees as possible………..then she sat down
Only after placing their expensive shoulder bags on the floor near their respective desks………
Blake was looking at the legs on both………..
Twiddling his moustache, a habit that he had developed when aroused……..
The younger one sitting straight…..her plump arse on the seat of the chair……..the zip of the skirt visible at the rear……
Oh….how much he wanted to undo that zip…….
Her knees together under the table……her skirt even higher than when she stood up..……….those high heeled boots and black tights………...
As the girl bent over to study the paperwork her slinky blouse became tighter on her back……..revealing the outline of the bra band underneath………
How delightful mused Blake………
Then he took in the split of the dress on the other one……….light tan sheathed legs………..lots of leg on display as she had crossed them under the table……….
Her dress again was tight on her back……..what with the fabric being much substantial there was only the hint that she was wearing something else underneath……….
With the aid of the standing and supervising officers they began to fill in the entry forms……….
Both could read English……..
The bogus officers stood slightly behind them……..
And over them……….
At times, in between giving advice to the two innocent Italians they glanced at each other…..
It was like they were waiting for something…….
Which in fact they were……..
Blake and his two imposters were attempting to drag events out……….they needed a little more time
The two Italian women expected nothing duplicitous………they sensed no danger……..
And why would they………they were in the presence of uniformed representatives of their host government…….
What the three were waiting for was not long in coming………
Blake had called a phone number from the arrival terminal…….just before he had met the two Italians as they had vacated the aircraft………
They all heard a vehicle pulling up outside……….
‘Ah…….the car has arrived ladies’ he cheerfully declared………
Both Italian women looked up………
Taccari smiled a pouting and sensual smile…….rather naive and trusting mascara lined eyes stared up at Blake……….not the eyes of a real police officer he deduced………..
They lacked a hardness developed over time…….
Eyes that were always suspicious………
After all……..that chief of police in Naples she mentioned earlier happened to be her uncle………
She was a political appointment………and aid really to the older woman……..
Bossetti was the real deal alright……….and from what he had been told she knew her field……..she was a specialist in fact………she had skills that Scotland Yard needed…….
But Bosseti was not a street cop…….she was a suit, an expert……..a researcher
‘That’s very good inspector………I really need to freshen up…….I would love a shower’ Marianna coyly informed them all in that sing song Mediterranean lilt……
So do I thought Blake………
The conversation hid the fact that the vehicle was now reversing at the loading bay……….
That was not a car…….
It engine sounded too heavy to be one….……..
But the Italian girls seemed not to notice………much to their future detriment
‘I had better go and give them a welcome……….have you finished yet Bishop’
‘Nearly there sir’ said the false Irene Bishop………who was holding Captain Bossetti’s passport and Carabinieri identity card….
Blake went over to the large service doors………..
He unbolted one from top to bottom ……….
It was heavier than the glass doors and he struggled a bit, even though the door hinges were well oiled…….
He puffed a little………
Too many cigarettes’ he told himself again………
Finally the door swung open………
Natural light filtered into the examination room accompanied by a strong cold breeze…….
Also on the back of the breeze came four Asians………females
Two were pushing rather large blue canvas laundry baskets on wheels…………
Outside a transit van had backed up to the dock……….its corrugated metal rear cargo door had been rolled up……..
The four Chinese women came charging in…….right past Blake……….chattering away in what must be assumed was Chinese…….
The two Italian women looked bemused……….startled but not frightened in the least……
They had pivoted with their waists…….looking towards the blue uniformed and rather amusing Chinese women………..still pushing their laundry baskets……….chattering away, like they were arguing about something…….
The two customs officers retreated further behind the two sitting Italian women………their faces looked quite serious……….
The younger one………..Marianna Taccari started to laugh………
Clio her colleague was smiling broadly………
The two officers standing closely behind them began to reach into their respective tunic’s lower pocket………
With all the loud chaos created by the Asians their gaze was fully fixated on the two sitting and distracted women………..
Blake was loud, clapping his hands……..
‘Ladies…….ladies please…….you have the wrong building……….the airport laundry is down the road’
He received no response……..he stood near the open service door………
The Chinese still advanced closer to the customs officers and the two Italian ladies………
The laundry baskets now left where they were…………..
All four wore sky blue dress uniforms………
They had pointed flat white collars……….and white cuffs on the short sleeves………
The dress’s buttoned at the front and were loose fitting but they were belted at that waist……….
They were short in length……..but quite smart………
The uniforms sported no company logo’s………..
All four Asians wore brown tights on their legs and white soft sports shoes on their feet……….
Marianna was laughing loud……she thought they sounded like monkeys……..her heavily supported breasts still bouncing under her shiny magenta blouse………
Clio was chuckling at the show………
When suddenly their laughing and chuckling abruptly stopped………..
Both Italians were suddenly assaulted from behind………..
White and damp cloths………foul smelling and acidic……….had been clamped over their respective mouths and noses…………
Both the women’s hands went to their faces……….their fingers clawing at strange hands clamped over their mouths and nose’s
But still……..it was nothing that could not be overcome………
With a little imagination………..
But the background work on these two had not been as thorough……..as when they had targeted the two ill-fated female customs officers…….
They could not do the research themselves……..they had relied on others within Italy itself……..
That method always entailed certain risks………
She caught the eye of her partner in crime……..
The look returned indicated that she had spotted the same flaw in their carefully prepared and scripted plan……..………
Nevertheless they pressed on………
Blake had taken a step back…….
The Italian ladies took their seats……..
Captain Bossetti before she sat down enacted the very feminine action of tucking her dress underneath her backside before she sat down………only then placing her full weight upon the seat of the chair……
Likewise Marianna Taccari pulled at her short skirt……..pulling as much fabric forward towards her knees as possible………..then she sat down
Only after placing their expensive shoulder bags on the floor near their respective desks………
Blake was looking at the legs on both………..
Twiddling his moustache, a habit that he had developed when aroused……..
The younger one sitting straight…..her plump arse on the seat of the chair……..the zip of the skirt visible at the rear……
Oh….how much he wanted to undo that zip…….
Her knees together under the table……her skirt even higher than when she stood up..……….those high heeled boots and black tights………...
As the girl bent over to study the paperwork her slinky blouse became tighter on her back……..revealing the outline of the bra band underneath………
How delightful mused Blake………
Then he took in the split of the dress on the other one……….light tan sheathed legs………..lots of leg on display as she had crossed them under the table……….
Her dress again was tight on her back……..what with the fabric being much substantial there was only the hint that she was wearing something else underneath……….
With the aid of the standing and supervising officers they began to fill in the entry forms……….
Both could read English……..
The bogus officers stood slightly behind them……..
And over them……….
At times, in between giving advice to the two innocent Italians they glanced at each other…..
It was like they were waiting for something…….
Which in fact they were……..
Blake and his two imposters were attempting to drag events out……….they needed a little more time
The two Italian women expected nothing duplicitous………they sensed no danger……..
And why would they………they were in the presence of uniformed representatives of their host government…….
What the three were waiting for was not long in coming………
Blake had called a phone number from the arrival terminal…….just before he had met the two Italians as they had vacated the aircraft………
They all heard a vehicle pulling up outside……….
‘Ah…….the car has arrived ladies’ he cheerfully declared………
Both Italian women looked up………
Taccari smiled a pouting and sensual smile…….rather naive and trusting mascara lined eyes stared up at Blake……….not the eyes of a real police officer he deduced………..
They lacked a hardness developed over time…….
Eyes that were always suspicious………
After all……..that chief of police in Naples she mentioned earlier happened to be her uncle………
She was a political appointment………and aid really to the older woman……..
Bossetti was the real deal alright……….and from what he had been told she knew her field……..she was a specialist in fact………she had skills that Scotland Yard needed…….
But Bosseti was not a street cop…….she was a suit, an expert……..a researcher
‘That’s very good inspector………I really need to freshen up…….I would love a shower’ Marianna coyly informed them all in that sing song Mediterranean lilt……
So do I thought Blake………
The conversation hid the fact that the vehicle was now reversing at the loading bay……….
That was not a car…….
It engine sounded too heavy to be one….……..
But the Italian girls seemed not to notice………much to their future detriment
‘I had better go and give them a welcome……….have you finished yet Bishop’
‘Nearly there sir’ said the false Irene Bishop………who was holding Captain Bossetti’s passport and Carabinieri identity card….
Blake went over to the large service doors………..
He unbolted one from top to bottom ……….
It was heavier than the glass doors and he struggled a bit, even though the door hinges were well oiled…….
He puffed a little………
Too many cigarettes’ he told himself again………
Finally the door swung open………
Natural light filtered into the examination room accompanied by a strong cold breeze…….
Also on the back of the breeze came four Asians………females
Two were pushing rather large blue canvas laundry baskets on wheels…………
Outside a transit van had backed up to the dock……….its corrugated metal rear cargo door had been rolled up……..
The four Chinese women came charging in…….right past Blake……….chattering away in what must be assumed was Chinese…….
The two Italian women looked bemused……….startled but not frightened in the least……
They had pivoted with their waists…….looking towards the blue uniformed and rather amusing Chinese women………..still pushing their laundry baskets……….chattering away, like they were arguing about something…….
The two customs officers retreated further behind the two sitting Italian women………their faces looked quite serious……….
The younger one………..Marianna Taccari started to laugh………
Clio her colleague was smiling broadly………
The two officers standing closely behind them began to reach into their respective tunic’s lower pocket………
With all the loud chaos created by the Asians their gaze was fully fixated on the two sitting and distracted women………..
Blake was loud, clapping his hands……..
‘Ladies…….ladies please…….you have the wrong building……….the airport laundry is down the road’
He received no response……..he stood near the open service door………
The Chinese still advanced closer to the customs officers and the two Italian ladies………
The laundry baskets now left where they were…………..
All four wore sky blue dress uniforms………
They had pointed flat white collars……….and white cuffs on the short sleeves………
The dress’s buttoned at the front and were loose fitting but they were belted at that waist……….
They were short in length……..but quite smart………
The uniforms sported no company logo’s………..
All four Asians wore brown tights on their legs and white soft sports shoes on their feet……….
Marianna was laughing loud……she thought they sounded like monkeys……..her heavily supported breasts still bouncing under her shiny magenta blouse………
Clio was chuckling at the show………
When suddenly their laughing and chuckling abruptly stopped………..
Both Italians were suddenly assaulted from behind………..
White and damp cloths………foul smelling and acidic……….had been clamped over their respective mouths and noses…………
Both the women’s hands went to their faces……….their fingers clawing at strange hands clamped over their mouths and nose’s
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Although their heads were being pulled back……… they attempted to rise…………
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!.......wailed Marianna
'NNrrgghhhhhhh'………..bellowed Clio
They were being prevented from getting up as each of them was from behind was being held tightly by their lower faces…………
Their necks being pulled back………..
Their figures elevated from the chair…….thighs and legs straight……….their torso’s jinking from left to right……..
UUrrgguummhhpppfff’
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
The four Chinese, previously very animated and loud………acting childlike and to racial stereotyping unexpectedly totally changed their demeanour and behaviour………
As if on cue………..they all became silent and charged at the two struggling women………
Blake slammed the service door shut……and rebolted it from top to bottom……..
And just looked on as an amazed and fascinated onlooker…………
There were to be no passing witness’s to what was going on inside Building Ten……….
The Chinese were well drilled in suddenly overpowering females……….it was part of their trade
They worked in pairs……..
One held a struggling Italian’s legs……..
The other held a woman’s protesting arms…………
The two bogus customs officers concentrated on rendering the two Italian women unconscious with the chloroform soaked white rags……….
Because so many were involved in the subjugation of the two surprised and defenceless women it did not take long to achieve………
The struggling women could not move……..
Strong hands well used to manual labour gripped them hard………
Hands clamped on kicking nylon clad legs……….
Hands pulling hard on arms…………..
Restraining hands inadvertently stretched tight the front of dresses and blouses of tormented, writhing and squirming female bodies……….skirts rising higher in the struggle……….dress hemlines getting higher on tan nyloned legs revealing too much thigh…..……..
Until finally the skirt had risen so high that one could see Marianna’s seamless panties underneath her now revealed sheer to waist black tights…….her sensual pubic bulge thrusting up she attempted to get up from the chair……..
Small and dainty but very strong Asian hands had gripped her limbs preventing her from doing so…….
Her frantic moaning was becoming weaker……her dark eye shadow smeared lids flickered rapidly……..
“MMMmmmnnn”
Blake nearly pulled off his moustache when he saw on the young Italian all that he had been secretly imagining……..what she looked like without her skirt……….the arc of her abdomen, the curve of her pubis between her legs…..…..dark black knickers under a layer of black nylon……….
‘Good Grief’ he croaked……..he reached into his tunic pocket handkerchief……..and began to dab his now moist brow……..
To him this was all rather exciting stuff………
Clio Bossetti was fairing no better with the sudden and unexpected assault………
She tried to fight back and got nowhere………
Her wrap dress had become very open around her upper legs and chest……..her breasts clad in dark ivory lace had become highly visible………..her deep cleavage and large breasts shaking madly even within their slip and clam trimmed bra cups………..
Her dress had been pulled wide…………her upper thighs and panty clad womanhood was out there…….her lighter panties visible under the light tan tights……..her reinforced gusset………a short lacy slip, normally high on her thigh had been driven up almost to her stomach as she had writhed in being restrained…….
At first the assaulted Italian women screamed loudly through the wet cloth jammed onto their faces…….thrashing their heads could not remove the stink being forced through their noses and mouths……….
Thrashing their heads hard………their legs and arms being tightly held down………
Bossetti only once managed to see her assailant once……….the one who had clamped her mouth shut……..
It was the older, auburn headed customs officer…….
Her eyes met………she saw harmful intent behind those piercing blue orbs……..pupils dilated in what must be joy or some form of perverse satisfaction………
Clio’s eyes registered shock……..and then fear………
She was frightened……..
What was going on………
Why are they doing this………
All these questions were flashing through her mind………
Then her head was forced forward………she could not breathe……...only the vile and nauseating stink entered her nose and lungs……..
Then Clio realized she was becoming weaker……
Like her screams………..
The world was becoming a little hazy……..
She briefly saw Mariana………..she looked slumped, limp……….her skirt outrageously shimmied up her thighs, nearly at her hips……..her plain hip bikini panties fully exposed, under her dark tights……..her blouse, once neatly tucked in was now loose from inside the waistband of her skirt………….
Poor Marianna was under………she looked unconscious………..but those fuckers still held the cloth to her face………those Chinese still held her……..
Clio felt whoozey……..
She wanted to sleep……..
She moaned………or did she……..
She knew her eyes had flickered………then again……..
She was in and out……….
So tired…….
She must raise the alarm………..tell someone
The smell……..
Tired……..
Sleep………
Then for Clio Bossetti, Captain of the Carabinieri……….the world went completely dark…….
The bogus Hailey now had the younger Italians head right back……..with her face looking up at the ceiling……..her eyes where closed………..she had stopped struggling………..
The imposter lifted one of the girl’s eyelids………she saw the white of the eye………
‘She’s out’ she declared
The officer removed the chloroformed infused cloth…………she inspected the inside that had been on the girl’s mouth………the cloth was stained with deep wine red lipstick……..
The girl who had once applied lots of it to her lush lips was now bereft of it…………her facial makeup was also smudged……..
She was limp like a rag doll…….
One of the Chinese girls let the arm drop……..it banged against the side of the chair……
Likewise her older partner………
‘This one too’ said the bogus Irene……..
Both women’s clothes had been roughly handled and displaced in the brief struggle……..
Both of the good looking Italian ladies now had parts of their bodies and underwear embarrassingly exposed in which in normal circumstances they would have rather not…….
They would have been outraged if awake and cognizant……..
One of the Chinese females acted fast……..and gave orders in her natural tongue
The other three moved fast on the order……..
Blake was still staring at the Italians………taking in as much as he possibly could…….
The bogus Bishop recognized a leader when she saw one……..
Lin Tang……..
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!.......wailed Marianna
'NNrrgghhhhhhh'………..bellowed Clio
They were being prevented from getting up as each of them was from behind was being held tightly by their lower faces…………
Their necks being pulled back………..
Their figures elevated from the chair…….thighs and legs straight……….their torso’s jinking from left to right……..
UUrrgguummhhpppfff’
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
The four Chinese, previously very animated and loud………acting childlike and to racial stereotyping unexpectedly totally changed their demeanour and behaviour………
As if on cue………..they all became silent and charged at the two struggling women………
Blake slammed the service door shut……and rebolted it from top to bottom……..
And just looked on as an amazed and fascinated onlooker…………
There were to be no passing witness’s to what was going on inside Building Ten……….
The Chinese were well drilled in suddenly overpowering females……….it was part of their trade
They worked in pairs……..
One held a struggling Italian’s legs……..
The other held a woman’s protesting arms…………
The two bogus customs officers concentrated on rendering the two Italian women unconscious with the chloroform soaked white rags……….
Because so many were involved in the subjugation of the two surprised and defenceless women it did not take long to achieve………
The struggling women could not move……..
Strong hands well used to manual labour gripped them hard………
Hands clamped on kicking nylon clad legs……….
Hands pulling hard on arms…………..
Restraining hands inadvertently stretched tight the front of dresses and blouses of tormented, writhing and squirming female bodies……….skirts rising higher in the struggle……….dress hemlines getting higher on tan nyloned legs revealing too much thigh…..……..
Until finally the skirt had risen so high that one could see Marianna’s seamless panties underneath her now revealed sheer to waist black tights…….her sensual pubic bulge thrusting up she attempted to get up from the chair……..
Small and dainty but very strong Asian hands had gripped her limbs preventing her from doing so…….
Her frantic moaning was becoming weaker……her dark eye shadow smeared lids flickered rapidly……..
“MMMmmmnnn”
Blake nearly pulled off his moustache when he saw on the young Italian all that he had been secretly imagining……..what she looked like without her skirt……….the arc of her abdomen, the curve of her pubis between her legs…..…..dark black knickers under a layer of black nylon……….
‘Good Grief’ he croaked……..he reached into his tunic pocket handkerchief……..and began to dab his now moist brow……..
To him this was all rather exciting stuff………
Clio Bossetti was fairing no better with the sudden and unexpected assault………
She tried to fight back and got nowhere………
Her wrap dress had become very open around her upper legs and chest……..her breasts clad in dark ivory lace had become highly visible………..her deep cleavage and large breasts shaking madly even within their slip and clam trimmed bra cups………..
Her dress had been pulled wide…………her upper thighs and panty clad womanhood was out there…….her lighter panties visible under the light tan tights……..her reinforced gusset………a short lacy slip, normally high on her thigh had been driven up almost to her stomach as she had writhed in being restrained…….
At first the assaulted Italian women screamed loudly through the wet cloth jammed onto their faces…….thrashing their heads could not remove the stink being forced through their noses and mouths……….
Thrashing their heads hard………their legs and arms being tightly held down………
Bossetti only once managed to see her assailant once……….the one who had clamped her mouth shut……..
It was the older, auburn headed customs officer…….
Her eyes met………she saw harmful intent behind those piercing blue orbs……..pupils dilated in what must be joy or some form of perverse satisfaction………
Clio’s eyes registered shock……..and then fear………
She was frightened……..
What was going on………
Why are they doing this………
All these questions were flashing through her mind………
Then her head was forced forward………she could not breathe……...only the vile and nauseating stink entered her nose and lungs……..
Then Clio realized she was becoming weaker……
Like her screams………..
The world was becoming a little hazy……..
She briefly saw Mariana………..she looked slumped, limp……….her skirt outrageously shimmied up her thighs, nearly at her hips……..her plain hip bikini panties fully exposed, under her dark tights……..her blouse, once neatly tucked in was now loose from inside the waistband of her skirt………….
Poor Marianna was under………she looked unconscious………..but those fuckers still held the cloth to her face………those Chinese still held her……..
Clio felt whoozey……..
She wanted to sleep……..
She moaned………or did she……..
She knew her eyes had flickered………then again……..
She was in and out……….
So tired…….
She must raise the alarm………..tell someone
The smell……..
Tired……..
Sleep………
Then for Clio Bossetti, Captain of the Carabinieri……….the world went completely dark…….
The bogus Hailey now had the younger Italians head right back……..with her face looking up at the ceiling……..her eyes where closed………..she had stopped struggling………..
The imposter lifted one of the girl’s eyelids………she saw the white of the eye………
‘She’s out’ she declared
The officer removed the chloroformed infused cloth…………she inspected the inside that had been on the girl’s mouth………the cloth was stained with deep wine red lipstick……..
The girl who had once applied lots of it to her lush lips was now bereft of it…………her facial makeup was also smudged……..
She was limp like a rag doll…….
One of the Chinese girls let the arm drop……..it banged against the side of the chair……
Likewise her older partner………
‘This one too’ said the bogus Irene……..
Both women’s clothes had been roughly handled and displaced in the brief struggle……..
Both of the good looking Italian ladies now had parts of their bodies and underwear embarrassingly exposed in which in normal circumstances they would have rather not…….
They would have been outraged if awake and cognizant……..
One of the Chinese females acted fast……..and gave orders in her natural tongue
The other three moved fast on the order……..
Blake was still staring at the Italians………taking in as much as he possibly could…….
The bogus Bishop recognized a leader when she saw one……..
Lin Tang……..
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Yes……..our Lin Tang from outside the Stephenson Flat who had collected Zoya’s car………she was first to speak……….
In perfect English too…………she had no accent
She spoke to her highly proficient team……..
‘Okay…..let’s get these two on the tables…..and get their clothes off’
The bogus Irene cut in ‘All of them’
Lin Tang smirked in that pretty oriental way ‘But of course’
There was a flurry of activity……….
Blake was stupefied………but in ecstasy
He was living the dream………
He watched in awe as the four Orientals lifted the slumped, sagging and unconscious Italian women from their respective chairs……….
Unceremoniously and brusquely they were lifted from under the armpits and by their legs……..
Both women were rudely dumped, like they were slabs of meat onto the tables and both landed with a thud……..
The always worthless documents and pens were swiped away……….
Blake and his two imposters noticed how fast and efficient the Asian girls were…..so expert in what they were doing………..
Expert in stripping down other women that is……..
They had obviously done this before……….they were operating in pairs, as a team……..
Blake’s throat and mouth became awfully dry………he felt a shudder inside…..his heart beating like mad……..
He marvelled at the sight of women stripping other women…….
Pulling off boots and shoes……….peeling off tights………..skirts unzipped……..brassieres unhooked
He had just witnessed the comatose Marianna Taccari having her upper torso, now divested of her stain long sleeve blouse……….being lifted and propped up, like she was now sitting on the table………..still wearing her black tights and panties and boots……….her legs straight out………..her head dipped forward……..her chin on her chest, eyes closed………
The other Chinese girl had then swiftly unhooked her bra……..a black heavy affair, underwired, full cupped with clam shaped trim……the thick sheer u band……..
Unhooked……..the bra just fell away as the Chinese slipped the straps over her shoulders…….
Marianna’s large and natural juicy tits just fell out……..and splayed forth
Marianna Taccari was indeed a worshipper to the sun……….she just loved the beach…….
Where her bra had been………her skin was whiter, much paler and in contrast to the rest of her heavily bronzed body……..
On her back was the distinct outline of the bikini bra she liked to wear back home……..
She was obviously not a fan of going topless in public………
Well…….she was now thought Blake……….
My God…….he thought, he couldn’t take much more of this……he was going to explode soon………
Someone else had noticed too………..
Finally he heard his name being called……..quite loud too……..more than was necessary……..they were supposed to be as silent as possible…………
Not attracting any undue attention……..
No one was supposed to be using Building Ten………..not until next month anyway……..
He felt his shoulder being shoved……
Now he couldn’t take his eyes of Captain Clio Bossetti…….lying on her back on a table……….far from being the once chic and fashionably attired lady he had met from the plane……….she had class to her, breeding………a certain decorum……..
She had been very prim and proper……..
Now she was just a mannequin…….like she was being stripped by the salesgirls in a shopping establishment………..
Now this same rapidly dishevelled looking woman had just been reduced to being clad just in her dark ivory lacy fronted short full slip……..with a lacy hemline that ended on her upper thighs……..
Her wrap dress being carefully dusted off and smoothed over by one of the Chinese……….being made presentable for its new and unexpected wearer………
Her unresisting and limp body being pawed by the strange hands of another female……….a small hand reaching for the shoulder straps………
Long legs encased in light tan tights……….she was still for now wearing those delightful high heeled shoes………
Soon……she would be naked…….
He involuntarily gulped………
My God he was thinking………..
His shoulder was punched this time…….
‘Ow’ he wailed…..that brought him back to reality………’Steady on old girl’
He turned to see who had punched him………it was the one who had earlier biffed young Summers……..
‘No need for that sort of thing’
He was rubbing his arm………
The bogus Hailey spoke hard and fast……..and with a certain menace and authority………Hailey Summers she was not………
‘Listen Blake……..I don’t mind you getting an eyeful of those two in the duff………I couldn’t care less how you get your kicks………..but not by watching us getting dressed’
She looked down at the obvious bulge in his trousers……..a look of contempt on her face……
He smiled, twiddling his moustache again………
‘You could call it a bonus’ he snorted…….
If he had not been and would be a vital asset she would have kneed him in the balls………….
Plus he was protected by someone they needed……….someone connected
She looked at him……the cretinus creep………
The other fake officer had taken her tunic jacket off and was removing the small black cross tie…….just in her white shirt….
The tunic that had once graced the body of the real Irene Bishop lay crumpled on the linoleum floor…….
Soon all her purloined clothes would join it……..
‘Yes…I agree Blake’
‘You need to bugger off’………the cross tie dropped to the floor………
She looked at the examination room……….and smiled
‘Your two girls are in there’ she pointed to the room……….
He hesitated………
She knew why………
‘It’s okay………they are drugged……...like these two………..all tied up in their frillies’
Blake’s eyes narrowed………he licked his lips…….….
She knew that he was weak when it came to certain desires and urges………..
He paused………..and then
‘Well………..I………..in that case……….I should check on them…………just in case you tied them up too tight’
‘Cannot have the poor young things suffocate or the like……….it just wouldn’t be cricket……….what’
She looked at him…..they still needed him…………
‘You do that’ she said flatly……….
Blake turned on his heel…….his back to her
As he walked off she said ‘They are behind the screen’
‘Take your time Mr Blake’
She watched Blake open and go into the examination room………
He closed the door………..
There was a bang and a curse……....and what sounded like a chair skidding along a floor……….
There was silence from inside the room……….then eventually a click of a light switch on a very thin chipboard wall………
The bogus Irene continued with her undressing……….
Likewise her partner was doing the same………
As they both gyrated and slid out of their stolen uniforms and tights………
The younger big busted one quipped
‘They should keep him occupied for a while’
In perfect English too…………she had no accent
She spoke to her highly proficient team……..
‘Okay…..let’s get these two on the tables…..and get their clothes off’
The bogus Irene cut in ‘All of them’
Lin Tang smirked in that pretty oriental way ‘But of course’
There was a flurry of activity……….
Blake was stupefied………but in ecstasy
He was living the dream………
He watched in awe as the four Orientals lifted the slumped, sagging and unconscious Italian women from their respective chairs……….
Unceremoniously and brusquely they were lifted from under the armpits and by their legs……..
Both women were rudely dumped, like they were slabs of meat onto the tables and both landed with a thud……..
The always worthless documents and pens were swiped away……….
Blake and his two imposters noticed how fast and efficient the Asian girls were…..so expert in what they were doing………..
Expert in stripping down other women that is……..
They had obviously done this before……….they were operating in pairs, as a team……..
Blake’s throat and mouth became awfully dry………he felt a shudder inside…..his heart beating like mad……..
He marvelled at the sight of women stripping other women…….
Pulling off boots and shoes……….peeling off tights………..skirts unzipped……..brassieres unhooked
He had just witnessed the comatose Marianna Taccari having her upper torso, now divested of her stain long sleeve blouse……….being lifted and propped up, like she was now sitting on the table………..still wearing her black tights and panties and boots……….her legs straight out………..her head dipped forward……..her chin on her chest, eyes closed………
The other Chinese girl had then swiftly unhooked her bra……..a black heavy affair, underwired, full cupped with clam shaped trim……the thick sheer u band……..
Unhooked……..the bra just fell away as the Chinese slipped the straps over her shoulders…….
Marianna’s large and natural juicy tits just fell out……..and splayed forth
Marianna Taccari was indeed a worshipper to the sun……….she just loved the beach…….
Where her bra had been………her skin was whiter, much paler and in contrast to the rest of her heavily bronzed body……..
On her back was the distinct outline of the bikini bra she liked to wear back home……..
She was obviously not a fan of going topless in public………
Well…….she was now thought Blake……….
My God…….he thought, he couldn’t take much more of this……he was going to explode soon………
Someone else had noticed too………..
Finally he heard his name being called……..quite loud too……..more than was necessary……..they were supposed to be as silent as possible…………
Not attracting any undue attention……..
No one was supposed to be using Building Ten………..not until next month anyway……..
He felt his shoulder being shoved……
Now he couldn’t take his eyes of Captain Clio Bossetti…….lying on her back on a table……….far from being the once chic and fashionably attired lady he had met from the plane……….she had class to her, breeding………a certain decorum……..
She had been very prim and proper……..
Now she was just a mannequin…….like she was being stripped by the salesgirls in a shopping establishment………..
Now this same rapidly dishevelled looking woman had just been reduced to being clad just in her dark ivory lacy fronted short full slip……..with a lacy hemline that ended on her upper thighs……..
Her wrap dress being carefully dusted off and smoothed over by one of the Chinese……….being made presentable for its new and unexpected wearer………
Her unresisting and limp body being pawed by the strange hands of another female……….a small hand reaching for the shoulder straps………
Long legs encased in light tan tights……….she was still for now wearing those delightful high heeled shoes………
Soon……she would be naked…….
He involuntarily gulped………
My God he was thinking………..
His shoulder was punched this time…….
‘Ow’ he wailed…..that brought him back to reality………’Steady on old girl’
He turned to see who had punched him………it was the one who had earlier biffed young Summers……..
‘No need for that sort of thing’
He was rubbing his arm………
The bogus Hailey spoke hard and fast……..and with a certain menace and authority………Hailey Summers she was not………
‘Listen Blake……..I don’t mind you getting an eyeful of those two in the duff………I couldn’t care less how you get your kicks………..but not by watching us getting dressed’
She looked down at the obvious bulge in his trousers……..a look of contempt on her face……
He smiled, twiddling his moustache again………
‘You could call it a bonus’ he snorted…….
If he had not been and would be a vital asset she would have kneed him in the balls………….
Plus he was protected by someone they needed……….someone connected
She looked at him……the cretinus creep………
The other fake officer had taken her tunic jacket off and was removing the small black cross tie…….just in her white shirt….
The tunic that had once graced the body of the real Irene Bishop lay crumpled on the linoleum floor…….
Soon all her purloined clothes would join it……..
‘Yes…I agree Blake’
‘You need to bugger off’………the cross tie dropped to the floor………
She looked at the examination room……….and smiled
‘Your two girls are in there’ she pointed to the room……….
He hesitated………
She knew why………
‘It’s okay………they are drugged……...like these two………..all tied up in their frillies’
Blake’s eyes narrowed………he licked his lips…….….
She knew that he was weak when it came to certain desires and urges………..
He paused………..and then
‘Well………..I………..in that case……….I should check on them…………just in case you tied them up too tight’
‘Cannot have the poor young things suffocate or the like……….it just wouldn’t be cricket……….what’
She looked at him…..they still needed him…………
‘You do that’ she said flatly……….
Blake turned on his heel…….his back to her
As he walked off she said ‘They are behind the screen’
‘Take your time Mr Blake’
She watched Blake open and go into the examination room………
He closed the door………..
There was a bang and a curse……....and what sounded like a chair skidding along a floor……….
There was silence from inside the room……….then eventually a click of a light switch on a very thin chipboard wall………
The bogus Irene continued with her undressing……….
Likewise her partner was doing the same………
As they both gyrated and slid out of their stolen uniforms and tights………
The younger big busted one quipped
‘They should keep him occupied for a while’
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simon4343
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
what a superb story .....is maze going to be catching up to to our fake custom officers and soon to be police officers lol
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hahaderen
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
The plot is really captivating. You are truly talented and amazing. Thank you for bringing us such wonderful spiritual nourishment 
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artdodge
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Another compelling instalment leaving us wanting more. Well done!
