total……….it would and could take seconds……..but the man would lead to problems, he would be missed today……..questions may be raised on his disappearance……..she needed ample time to accomplish what she had to do………
People who had extra marital affairs tended not to hang around after they had satisfied their carnal lust…….why would the Welshman be an exception to the rule……………..
Zoya had a feeling and decided to wait………
‘Come on……….off you get’ she heard a tired female voice order…….…a voice still a little breathless
A bedside lamp was switched on……..Zoya pressed herself closer to the wall behind the door………after all, she was thin……..
There was a glow of light from the bedroom that swept into the darkened hallway……………
She heard a male groan and the sound of a heavy body rolling over on the bed………….
She heard the man’s voice…….
‘You and your kinky games are going to kill me one day’
‘Oh …come off it………..you loved it……..you knew what I was like when we started this…..I thought you were a little more adventurous ……a tough Taffy sportsman like you’ said the woman……..slightly arrogant and mocking
‘Okay...…but just for once though could we do it normal style…….without the ‘B’ movie crap’ sighed Trevor
She was becoming more animated in her movements, her needs for sex satisfied………she wanted him gone……….
‘Take it or leave Trevor Darling……...no one licks your dick at home if I remember correctly’ mocked Stephenson
‘Nice…….that was a bit below the belt ……..just remind me I am living in sin……. and hell and damnation await…… why don’t you’……..he sounded humble………
‘Truth hurts does it…….and do not give me that false Welsh Methodist religious twaddle you were no doubt brainwashed with’ said Stephenson……
At the same time thinking what a bore he was…..and quite thick……a really base level creature that she would normally despise, never mind being near too…….he was a cultural desert………and that stupid annoying accent…….but he had one hell of a body though, no doubt a result of all that Rugby training and gym work ……..and was not bad looking either…….
Not to mention the overly generous size of his male member…….it was like being taken by a Neanderthal……..and she loved it
‘Yeah okay……I can get nagged at home thanks’ said Trevor…….starting to become very awake and offended ………
‘Well go home Trevor’ she all too quickly quipped………
‘Nice’ that’s all he would ever say on being insulted……….
‘Exactly…….what do expect, I’ll marry you or something else just as daft……..you’re not exactly the dependable and faithful type are you’
He mumbled something in that awful accent…….
She continued
‘That’s why you sneak off Trevor……..pretending to be somewhere else and lying your face off………..I’ve seen that sow you married………so count your blessings…….I only like the sex, nothing else is required from you darling……..no commitments you cannot keep’……
She did not verbally add that she did not want either……….
Zoya admired her ruthless logic………
She could hear her moving around……..she was probably off the bed………
‘I suppose’ said Trevor……..thinking that if it was not for his kid he would left Anne years ago…….and Yes, she had turned fat………she was not the girl he had initially met……….she had turned into something else…….
Zoya heard them both moving now…….it looked like the sex was over with…..
‘Come on Trevor…..be a darling and bugger off ‘quipped Stephenson
There was a pause….
‘That’s nice that is’…he sounded a little annoyed ‘Use em and dump em’
‘I have to get ready for work’ she said
‘Bloody hours yet…….I fancy a kip’
‘Come on……it takes girl hours to get ready’ and added ‘and knowing those gorilla like hands of yours I am covered in marks’
‘Nice’ …….it seemed that was all he could say……..
Now she sounded annoyed
‘Oh…..just leave Trevor……..I have that awful Prison visit again……….they doubled me up this week……..you know I hate it’ she pleaded
‘When are you going to pack that in’ said Trevor ‘I thought it made you uncomfortable’
Stephenson was actually sat up straight in her bed, a thin sheet over her thighs and pubis……her breasts bare, hanging free and quite red looking……….the gorilla had quizzed them hard
Her nipples still hard and erect………her thin face still flushed from lust…..the bed sheet resting on her stomach which was still stained from the man’s seed……..never inside………that was her rule
She was desperate for a shower…….
‘It’s that old cow Perkins, she keeps putting my name on the list……...and like everyone else, including you Trevor we all smile like she is the Lady of the Manor and say Yes Miss Perkins…… No Miss Perkins…old bat’ she complained
Miranda Stephenson was thinking of promotion too…….she dare not refuse……..she was next in line for Deputy Headmistress……..hopefully
‘Yeah…….but those bitches in there make you nervous…….the eyes remember……..just tell her’ Trevor began looking for his clothes strewn around the bedroom…….
.
‘Yes I know’ spat Miranda………wishing she had not told him………she hated coming over all girlie and vulnerable……..but in a moment of weakness she had felt so……..
‘All they do when I teach is look at my legs……I dare not sit down….they are trying to look up my skirt most of the time…..my suit Jacket is always on and buttoned up…….otherwise my bust gets the full Monty……terrible lot……..the guard is there but still……it’s like being raped by their eyes….’
She continued……..
‘And one of them……..her look, it’s like it goes straight through you….…….those eyes, she’s not like the others…..she’ intelligent all right……she can quote from memory all the books I take there……….. It’s hard to explain really…….but I always get this feeling’
‘Try’ said Trevor ‘it will make you feel better…….’
He had heard it all before……..but if it got him another lay like this morning, well…..he wanted to keep her happy…..were where his socks, looking around
‘Well…….it’s the way she looks at me…….I get this feeling that she thinks she would look better in my clothes than I do………it’s like she is sizing me up’ she sounded thoughtful on that……..maybe that girl was……….maybe she would report it later………
‘It gives me the creeps…….I cannot wait to get out of there’
Trevor had found his trousers……….struggling to get them on, he forgot what he was saying and let slip….
‘Maybe……happens all the times in the old movies, a convict or mental case ties up a guard, nurse or visitor or something and uses her clothes to escape’ he trailed off realising what he had just said……
Zoya thought that last statement very prophetic………but in reverse
The naked woman just glowered at Trevor………..
‘Not what you wanted to hear was it’ he meekly offered……….
‘Out ’ordered Stephenson
‘Sorry’ said Trevor……..pulling up his trousers…….he was hurrying now………..before he said anything else that would ruin his future chances………
Finally Zoya saw him by the bedroom door........fully dressed……....she was peeking through the crack in the frame…….her black stockinged face blending in with the shadow of the crack………her veiled eyes seeing all
A light in the hall went on……………
Walking fast now out the bedroom door and along the hall…….he stopped to check his reflection in the full length mirror…….he smelt musty……..he stank of sex……..
Trevor was talking to his partner in crime so to speak…….eager himself now to be gone……..
A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
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‘I am going back to Freddie’s place……..I will see you on Friday at the pub……..usual time’
There was no immediate answer……..he had told his wife that he was staying at Freddie Duncan’s pad……one of his bachelor friends at the rugby club……..another brainless moron with a gorgeous body she thought……..but still……….good sex is good sex
She had Freddie last year…………
‘Yes alright……..see you then…….well…….maybe…….I will see you at work tomorrow and tell you then’ she did not sound that keen…..
This Stephenson was a bit of a hard case mused Zoya………..
She fucked them off after fucking them……job done…….nice and modern this girl…..…….a woman of the 80s………Thatcher’s New Britain
Greed is good and all that bumf……….
Trevor was about to leave now……
Miranda called out, not to loudly
‘And be quiet on the way out…...next door are always spying on me……crusty old gits’
‘Giss a kiss’ said Trevor playfully………
‘Bugger off’ was all he received in return…….
He scowled…….his last stupid comment had upset her……..hopefully by tomorrow she would have forgotten……….
Little did Trevor know that by tomorrow morning his Miranda Stephenson would be in the local general hospital undergoing treatment for shock and mental health……..
‘See you later Luv’ in a Welsh accent
There was no reply………..
Zoya finally heard footfall leaving down the corridor………the metal on metal of a chain being removed…….the door unlocked and closed…….all very silently…….as If a big man was tip toeing out of a woman’s flat…….at the break of dawn.
Zoya waited……and listened
At last…..she and the woman were alone
‘Fucking Moron’ was all she heard from the bedroom
Zoya heard the woman get out of bed……the springs of a mattress bouncing up……..very quickly she glanced the flash of a white naked body briskly rushing past the crack of the laundry room door……
Zoya’s hiding place……...
She then heard another door open……..a light switch clicking after being pressed….…….a shower door being pulled back…….the reassuring sound of a gushing jet of sprayed water
The woman had wanted her shower..………..
Zoya now had the noise cover she required…….the woman in the process of showering herself would not be able to hear the unknown intruder creeping around her flat……
She briefly entered the vacated bedroom………
The room stank of sex, a lingering, heavy and musty odour………
She saw the crumpled and used bedding……the crushed pillows……….obvious evidence of their squirming and writhing as they had enthusiastically screwed each other……….both of them locked together……groping and fondling…….both of them dripping their seed…….
The once white mattress bed sheet was not completely white anymore…….
The woman now taking a shower thought she was alone…….never thinking that a stranger was now in her bedroom……
She was alone, naked…..and very vulnerable…….
Zoya padded over to the where she had left the Admiral holdall…….
She needed to retrieve an item…..there was no need for the pistol………she had no need to silence by murder…….
She opened the sports bag……..she wanted the moist pad contained inside the clear polythene plastic bag
Zoya began to count in her mind……sixty seconds being the limit……..then she would act……..and her day could begin
There was no immediate answer……..he had told his wife that he was staying at Freddie Duncan’s pad……one of his bachelor friends at the rugby club……..another brainless moron with a gorgeous body she thought……..but still……….good sex is good sex
She had Freddie last year…………
‘Yes alright……..see you then…….well…….maybe…….I will see you at work tomorrow and tell you then’ she did not sound that keen…..
This Stephenson was a bit of a hard case mused Zoya………..
She fucked them off after fucking them……job done…….nice and modern this girl…..…….a woman of the 80s………Thatcher’s New Britain
Greed is good and all that bumf……….
Trevor was about to leave now……
Miranda called out, not to loudly
‘And be quiet on the way out…...next door are always spying on me……crusty old gits’
‘Giss a kiss’ said Trevor playfully………
‘Bugger off’ was all he received in return…….
He scowled…….his last stupid comment had upset her……..hopefully by tomorrow she would have forgotten……….
Little did Trevor know that by tomorrow morning his Miranda Stephenson would be in the local general hospital undergoing treatment for shock and mental health……..
‘See you later Luv’ in a Welsh accent
There was no reply………..
Zoya finally heard footfall leaving down the corridor………the metal on metal of a chain being removed…….the door unlocked and closed…….all very silently…….as If a big man was tip toeing out of a woman’s flat…….at the break of dawn.
Zoya waited……and listened
At last…..she and the woman were alone
‘Fucking Moron’ was all she heard from the bedroom
Zoya heard the woman get out of bed……the springs of a mattress bouncing up……..very quickly she glanced the flash of a white naked body briskly rushing past the crack of the laundry room door……
Zoya’s hiding place……...
She then heard another door open……..a light switch clicking after being pressed….…….a shower door being pulled back…….the reassuring sound of a gushing jet of sprayed water
The woman had wanted her shower..………..
Zoya now had the noise cover she required…….the woman in the process of showering herself would not be able to hear the unknown intruder creeping around her flat……
She briefly entered the vacated bedroom………
The room stank of sex, a lingering, heavy and musty odour………
She saw the crumpled and used bedding……the crushed pillows……….obvious evidence of their squirming and writhing as they had enthusiastically screwed each other……….both of them locked together……groping and fondling…….both of them dripping their seed…….
The once white mattress bed sheet was not completely white anymore…….
The woman now taking a shower thought she was alone…….never thinking that a stranger was now in her bedroom……
She was alone, naked…..and very vulnerable…….
Zoya padded over to the where she had left the Admiral holdall…….
She needed to retrieve an item…..there was no need for the pistol………she had no need to silence by murder…….
She opened the sports bag……..she wanted the moist pad contained inside the clear polythene plastic bag
Zoya began to count in her mind……sixty seconds being the limit……..then she would act……..and her day could begin
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Miranda was enjoying the really hot shower……..her head, with her long dark hair, was directly under the shower head, her eyes closed, enjoying the hot sensation engulfing her slightly sore body…….she was also lathering up her full womanly figure with lots of creamy and foamy soap……smoothing pearl soap onto her thick wet thighs…….she felt her body relax, her once tense muscles easing up…….and more importantly washing away the traces of that sticky sex that she had just sensually enjoyed………..
Trevor was a moron most of time, but she knew that already…………..before she seduced him, which had not been very difficult………
She smiled as she soaped her body, the hot water turning her white skin very pink……….her skin soaked and smelling better already……the previous stink of greasy sweat and semen long gone……..hot water massaging her slim neck………she was going to shampoo her hair next…..…get rid of all that sweat matted deep inside her scalp……..
Her hand reached for her tummy which involuntarily twitched in spasm at the mere memory of his deep penetration……a moron yes……but not in the sex department……..she heavily lathered her pubic hair…….using a sponge over her bristled and curly hair……..and deep between her legs…….that was refreshing she thought, easing the pleasant soreness there………and hopefully erasing any missed mistakes……..the first place she had sponged had been her chrysalis stained lower stomach…….
More importantly with Trevor…..he generally did as he was told, she liked ordering him around…….and he played her games…….which had been a bonus
Especially her little bondage thing…….strange on what he had said though, at the end……for a while she had been thinking the same thing, but did not say anything just in case people got the wrong impression of her
She had been annoyed with him because what he had said in jest was too close to the bone……..too close on what she had been thinking herself now for quite a while……..….she had genuine fears in visiting that prison…….
For a long time now she had had the feeling she was being watched………
She had never seen anyone doing so and had encountered no one who was acting suspiciously, or aggressive in any way….………but she had felt uneasy……..like hostile eyes were tracking her……
She felt like someone’s prey, at times the hair on her neck had stood on end, she had stopped what she had been doing, but could see nothing………it was all feeling very primal……….and these prison visits where not helpful at all……
That’s why she had jumped out of her skin yesterday when that nice student had unexpectedly approached her in the parking lot………..Miranda had had hot flushes all day after that……..
She honestly couldn’t think why……..except that the girl at the prison had spooked her………
Last night and this morning’s rampant sex had dispelled all this negativity………until Trevor had opened his big gob……..idiot…..
But who would she disclose these fears too……….
She did not want others thinking that she was one of those typical, weak willed and derisible women………always frightened of the dark, the ones who ended up generally being pitied and ignored……..that was not the image she wished to portray……..ever…....but what if that sinister woman at the prison or some other nutcase did intend on doing something………...with her clothes………….or with her……
What if she……….
Miranda did not get to finish her not so paranoid and distressing fears……………
Suddenly……..and without warning
The shower curtain had been ripped open……
Her head turned abruptly………..her mouth full of warm water…….
She never had time to scream…..
She loudly gurgled a scream instead………nearly choking on water mixed with soap………
In fright Miranda dropped the said soap………there was water in her eyes……….her heart skipped a beat………...her hands tingled in shock
She briefly saw a black stocking hooded figure lunge at her from outside the cubicle………this time she did shriek…………..loudly……….
Gladys next door turned over in her bed…………her eyes twitched……….and she mumbled something that sounded like cow……….
Powerless, defenceless and naked…..….the hooded figure yanked Miranda out of the shower stall by both arms…….
Her naked soapy tits flopping left and right………..
She also had some soap in her eyes……….
Miranda was now trying to shout something……..and not scream like a girl……
She was trying to shout ‘Fuck off’……….but her words were not understandable…….
Her arms went nowhere…….her protests muted………
"Mth mh gh!”
Almost immediately after being violently and suddenly yanked out of the stall a strong hand had clamped itself over her lower face………..and something else
What the fuck was that she thought………..
Miranda thought it felt like a pad or cloth over her mouth and nose……it felt wet…….it stank of some foul, acidic smelling chemical……….the smell made her head recoil in disgust………but her head was being held firmly in place and from behind……….
She was being forced to breath it in……
The grip was so strong on her face……………….
'MMMFFFHHH....!!
Everything was happening so fast ….…….
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
There was another arm around her nude, exposed and wet chest………
This arm had prevented her from moving both her own……..she knew a person was behind her……..holding her very tightly, squeezing the breath out of her lungs…….pulling on her and therefore hurting her in the process……….still she could not shout loud enough to get any help……...she knew that it was an hooded intruder behind her………
She was being lifted……..her wet feet could find no purchase………
“MMMmmmnnn”
What did he want, she assumed it was a man……..money, she had some……her jewels, one or two were worth something……..what…..maybe it was herself he wanted………..all the usual torrid and lurid fears flashed through her mind……….
'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
The cloth stank…….its stench was overpowering
Miranda briefly caught sight of herself in her bathroom mirror……..
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
She was terrified now……….
She finally saw that it was a thick white pad that was being forced over her mouth and nose…….
Above the gloved hand and pad were her frightened eyes, her wet hair lank over her face…….the sinister black gloved hand holding her mouth…………..
She saw her wet head shaking back and fore to get away from the chemical stench…….
She did not realize it herself but she was screaming……..
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
But no one outside the flat could or would hear her muted pleas………..
An equally black clad arm was around her chest…………tight under her large rounded nipple tipped breasts………
She squirmed on seeing herself bare breasted and manhandled by a stranger……..
'nh!!!
Her legs flailed, her bosom was embarrassingly quivering and swinging in all directions as she pathetically struggled………
With her arms pinioned to her sides and useless….…all she could do was wriggle and twist
But her efforts were not working…….
Trevor was a moron most of time, but she knew that already…………..before she seduced him, which had not been very difficult………
She smiled as she soaped her body, the hot water turning her white skin very pink……….her skin soaked and smelling better already……the previous stink of greasy sweat and semen long gone……..hot water massaging her slim neck………she was going to shampoo her hair next…..…get rid of all that sweat matted deep inside her scalp……..
Her hand reached for her tummy which involuntarily twitched in spasm at the mere memory of his deep penetration……a moron yes……but not in the sex department……..she heavily lathered her pubic hair…….using a sponge over her bristled and curly hair……..and deep between her legs…….that was refreshing she thought, easing the pleasant soreness there………and hopefully erasing any missed mistakes……..the first place she had sponged had been her chrysalis stained lower stomach…….
More importantly with Trevor…..he generally did as he was told, she liked ordering him around…….and he played her games…….which had been a bonus
Especially her little bondage thing…….strange on what he had said though, at the end……for a while she had been thinking the same thing, but did not say anything just in case people got the wrong impression of her
She had been annoyed with him because what he had said in jest was too close to the bone……..too close on what she had been thinking herself now for quite a while……..….she had genuine fears in visiting that prison…….
For a long time now she had had the feeling she was being watched………
She had never seen anyone doing so and had encountered no one who was acting suspiciously, or aggressive in any way….………but she had felt uneasy……..like hostile eyes were tracking her……
She felt like someone’s prey, at times the hair on her neck had stood on end, she had stopped what she had been doing, but could see nothing………it was all feeling very primal……….and these prison visits where not helpful at all……
That’s why she had jumped out of her skin yesterday when that nice student had unexpectedly approached her in the parking lot………..Miranda had had hot flushes all day after that……..
She honestly couldn’t think why……..except that the girl at the prison had spooked her………
Last night and this morning’s rampant sex had dispelled all this negativity………until Trevor had opened his big gob……..idiot…..
But who would she disclose these fears too……….
She did not want others thinking that she was one of those typical, weak willed and derisible women………always frightened of the dark, the ones who ended up generally being pitied and ignored……..that was not the image she wished to portray……..ever…....but what if that sinister woman at the prison or some other nutcase did intend on doing something………...with her clothes………….or with her……
What if she……….
Miranda did not get to finish her not so paranoid and distressing fears……………
Suddenly……..and without warning
The shower curtain had been ripped open……
Her head turned abruptly………..her mouth full of warm water…….
She never had time to scream…..
She loudly gurgled a scream instead………nearly choking on water mixed with soap………
In fright Miranda dropped the said soap………there was water in her eyes……….her heart skipped a beat………...her hands tingled in shock
She briefly saw a black stocking hooded figure lunge at her from outside the cubicle………this time she did shriek…………..loudly……….
Gladys next door turned over in her bed…………her eyes twitched……….and she mumbled something that sounded like cow……….
Powerless, defenceless and naked…..….the hooded figure yanked Miranda out of the shower stall by both arms…….
Her naked soapy tits flopping left and right………..
She also had some soap in her eyes……….
Miranda was now trying to shout something……..and not scream like a girl……
She was trying to shout ‘Fuck off’……….but her words were not understandable…….
Her arms went nowhere…….her protests muted………
"Mth mh gh!”
Almost immediately after being violently and suddenly yanked out of the stall a strong hand had clamped itself over her lower face………..and something else
What the fuck was that she thought………..
Miranda thought it felt like a pad or cloth over her mouth and nose……it felt wet…….it stank of some foul, acidic smelling chemical……….the smell made her head recoil in disgust………but her head was being held firmly in place and from behind……….
She was being forced to breath it in……
The grip was so strong on her face……………….
'MMMFFFHHH....!!
Everything was happening so fast ….…….
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
There was another arm around her nude, exposed and wet chest………
This arm had prevented her from moving both her own……..she knew a person was behind her……..holding her very tightly, squeezing the breath out of her lungs…….pulling on her and therefore hurting her in the process……….still she could not shout loud enough to get any help……...she knew that it was an hooded intruder behind her………
She was being lifted……..her wet feet could find no purchase………
“MMMmmmnnn”
What did he want, she assumed it was a man……..money, she had some……her jewels, one or two were worth something……..what…..maybe it was herself he wanted………..all the usual torrid and lurid fears flashed through her mind……….
'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
The cloth stank…….its stench was overpowering
Miranda briefly caught sight of herself in her bathroom mirror……..
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
She was terrified now……….
She finally saw that it was a thick white pad that was being forced over her mouth and nose…….
Above the gloved hand and pad were her frightened eyes, her wet hair lank over her face…….the sinister black gloved hand holding her mouth…………..
She saw her wet head shaking back and fore to get away from the chemical stench…….
She did not realize it herself but she was screaming……..
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
But no one outside the flat could or would hear her muted pleas………..
An equally black clad arm was around her chest…………tight under her large rounded nipple tipped breasts………
She squirmed on seeing herself bare breasted and manhandled by a stranger……..
'nh!!!
Her legs flailed, her bosom was embarrassingly quivering and swinging in all directions as she pathetically struggled………
With her arms pinioned to her sides and useless….…all she could do was wriggle and twist
But her efforts were not working…….
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
She was being dragged somewhere………
Her hips and groin were thrusting forward and backwards to no good, her backside shaking
She was in a petrified panic………
Her pubic mound naked………she had been caught wearing no briefs……..the neatly trimmed triangle of hair between her legs…..….she also tried to twist and pivot her waist……. her wide thighs and well-formed legs trying to kick herself back…………
Miranda grunting and groaning loudly throughout the attack……..
‘UUrrgguummhhpppfff’
God………that smell………she was starting to feel not right………something was wrong with her
Miranda’s eyes went briefly wider when she saw the squashed features behind a woman’s stocking mask…..……..just like those horrid TV shows and films she never watched…….just for that reason…
A face in every woman’s nightmare…………
And to her horror she realized that the face behind the stocking was that of another woman……..
Another woman was assaulting her………it beggared belief……
'NNrrgghhhhhhh'
Miranda was slightly taller than Zoya…….and well built……but Zoya was stronger, fitter, faster and expertly trained……..
Zoya lifted her up sharply and Miranda had her feet kicked from under her
Miranda gave a hand gagged howl…….……..she was then abruptly pulled back and swung towards the open bathroom door
Her wet and naked body was being dragged out of the bathroom…………
Suddenly her arms were free……….but not her mouth
Miranda tried to grip the sink in a last desperate grab………then the door frame as she was pulled back……..her tits swaying left and right……..
HHHMM!
‘UUrrghhhh’
Her legs scrabbling for a grip on a wet chequered black and white tiled floor…….she was going nowhere except were her attacker wanted her to be………
Her naked, full and heart shaped bottom bouncing in rhythm…..there was no dignity in her movements…….her legs and arms were all akimbo
The overpowering and noxious stench from the soaked pad clamped over her mouth was now making her light headed…….she could feel herself weakening
Even though Miranda did not know it the chloroform being used on her was starting to take affect………
It was now that Miranda finally began to scream in terror……she thought her muted screams were loud and deafening…….
In reality……her screams were just muted moans of fading desperation…….her head was now being forced downwards……….she briefly saw her carpeted floor flashing by……
“ghnnth”
“ghmp”
More moans………until finally
She was thrown harshly onto her bed……..she hit her mattress face down with the pad still in place
She fell onto her chest with such force that her whole body bounced on hitting the bed…..…….
‘UUrrghhhh’
A bellowing moan shot from her mouth, the impact had hurt her tits………they were already sore from the sex, they would probably end up being bruised as well…………….
The bed frame had banged hard in protest……..a reverberating loud noise………too loud for Zoya’s liking………but it could not be helped……….
She had to get this bitch down and out…………..
Miranda felt heavy knees on her back………’Ow’ was all she could mumble………the pad making the words senseless mumbo jumbo……..
Gladys next door woke up again……….she was not in a deep sleep anyway
What the hell was she doing in there……..
She swore……not loudly in case Alf woke up……..he could sleep through an air raid him…….and he had once…….
She buried her face in her pillow…….thinking to have words with little Miss Fancy Pants later in the morning……….
Miranda was staring at her rumpled bed linen, her eyelids felt unusually heavy……..
Her neck was in pain.......her bare pink back was being arched so far backwards it really hurt……….the attacker was pulling the pad backwards by using her chin as leverage, while still squeezing her mouth and nose hard..……
Miranda thought that this nut was going to break her neck………
Miranda squealed like a whipped pig……..her neck was hurting, what with someone kneeling on your back and your head being pulled back so far……all she was breathing in was that terrible acerbic reek ……...down her throat…….through her nose…….
She imagined her bedroom was getting darker…………was it still night time………she thought it should be dawn at least…….she was getting confused…………disorientated
Miranda grunted……..
Yes…….the room was getting darker…….it was getting very dark now……..
Her muted moans were less audible……..she tried to shout again……..raise the alarm……..was that her whimper
Her limbs felt tired, weak……….her arms and legs were feeling numb and powerless…….
Her arms were just flapping a little……less and less all the time………
Miranda was going under at last……………she was being etherized against her will……
Her mind was now wandering, like she was in one big hazy dream….….her eyelids felt heavy, very heavy……….she felt like she wanted to sleep……….an overwhelming desire to do so engulfed her…….
Her eyelashes began to flutter………her moist eyes began to roll upwards……..sometimes showing white
Her body was now still………
The pressure on top of her eased……..the pullback on her face relaxed a little………
Miranda’s’ last dreamy thoughts before her world became black and dreamless…….
She wanted to wear some clothes…….
So sleepy now……..clothes……..need clothes
Naked…..I’m starker’s…..no good
Sleep…….yes……that was it…..she needed some sleep, that was all…….sleep first
Her eyes fluttered……..her eyes rolled……they showed white under the eye lashed lids….……...then finally closed……..darkness overcame her………Her head and naked body finally slumped in drugged surrender……….
Miranda Stephenson, the teacher from an exclusive young ladies school, with a rather risqué moral paradigm was out for the count………………..
Her hips and groin were thrusting forward and backwards to no good, her backside shaking
She was in a petrified panic………
Her pubic mound naked………she had been caught wearing no briefs……..the neatly trimmed triangle of hair between her legs…..….she also tried to twist and pivot her waist……. her wide thighs and well-formed legs trying to kick herself back…………
Miranda grunting and groaning loudly throughout the attack……..
‘UUrrgguummhhpppfff’
God………that smell………she was starting to feel not right………something was wrong with her
Miranda’s eyes went briefly wider when she saw the squashed features behind a woman’s stocking mask…..……..just like those horrid TV shows and films she never watched…….just for that reason…
A face in every woman’s nightmare…………
And to her horror she realized that the face behind the stocking was that of another woman……..
Another woman was assaulting her………it beggared belief……
'NNrrgghhhhhhh'
Miranda was slightly taller than Zoya…….and well built……but Zoya was stronger, fitter, faster and expertly trained……..
Zoya lifted her up sharply and Miranda had her feet kicked from under her
Miranda gave a hand gagged howl…….……..she was then abruptly pulled back and swung towards the open bathroom door
Her wet and naked body was being dragged out of the bathroom…………
Suddenly her arms were free……….but not her mouth
Miranda tried to grip the sink in a last desperate grab………then the door frame as she was pulled back……..her tits swaying left and right……..
HHHMM!
‘UUrrghhhh’
Her legs scrabbling for a grip on a wet chequered black and white tiled floor…….she was going nowhere except were her attacker wanted her to be………
Her naked, full and heart shaped bottom bouncing in rhythm…..there was no dignity in her movements…….her legs and arms were all akimbo
The overpowering and noxious stench from the soaked pad clamped over her mouth was now making her light headed…….she could feel herself weakening
Even though Miranda did not know it the chloroform being used on her was starting to take affect………
It was now that Miranda finally began to scream in terror……she thought her muted screams were loud and deafening…….
In reality……her screams were just muted moans of fading desperation…….her head was now being forced downwards……….she briefly saw her carpeted floor flashing by……
“ghnnth”
“ghmp”
More moans………until finally
She was thrown harshly onto her bed……..she hit her mattress face down with the pad still in place
She fell onto her chest with such force that her whole body bounced on hitting the bed…..…….
‘UUrrghhhh’
A bellowing moan shot from her mouth, the impact had hurt her tits………they were already sore from the sex, they would probably end up being bruised as well…………….
The bed frame had banged hard in protest……..a reverberating loud noise………too loud for Zoya’s liking………but it could not be helped……….
She had to get this bitch down and out…………..
Miranda felt heavy knees on her back………’Ow’ was all she could mumble………the pad making the words senseless mumbo jumbo……..
Gladys next door woke up again……….she was not in a deep sleep anyway
What the hell was she doing in there……..
She swore……not loudly in case Alf woke up……..he could sleep through an air raid him…….and he had once…….
She buried her face in her pillow…….thinking to have words with little Miss Fancy Pants later in the morning……….
Miranda was staring at her rumpled bed linen, her eyelids felt unusually heavy……..
Her neck was in pain.......her bare pink back was being arched so far backwards it really hurt……….the attacker was pulling the pad backwards by using her chin as leverage, while still squeezing her mouth and nose hard..……
Miranda thought that this nut was going to break her neck………
Miranda squealed like a whipped pig……..her neck was hurting, what with someone kneeling on your back and your head being pulled back so far……all she was breathing in was that terrible acerbic reek ……...down her throat…….through her nose…….
She imagined her bedroom was getting darker…………was it still night time………she thought it should be dawn at least…….she was getting confused…………disorientated
Miranda grunted……..
Yes…….the room was getting darker…….it was getting very dark now……..
Her muted moans were less audible……..she tried to shout again……..raise the alarm……..was that her whimper
Her limbs felt tired, weak……….her arms and legs were feeling numb and powerless…….
Her arms were just flapping a little……less and less all the time………
Miranda was going under at last……………she was being etherized against her will……
Her mind was now wandering, like she was in one big hazy dream….….her eyelids felt heavy, very heavy……….she felt like she wanted to sleep……….an overwhelming desire to do so engulfed her…….
Her eyelashes began to flutter………her moist eyes began to roll upwards……..sometimes showing white
Her body was now still………
The pressure on top of her eased……..the pullback on her face relaxed a little………
Miranda’s’ last dreamy thoughts before her world became black and dreamless…….
She wanted to wear some clothes…….
So sleepy now……..clothes……..need clothes
Naked…..I’m starker’s…..no good
Sleep…….yes……that was it…..she needed some sleep, that was all…….sleep first
Her eyes fluttered……..her eyes rolled……they showed white under the eye lashed lids….……...then finally closed……..darkness overcame her………Her head and naked body finally slumped in drugged surrender……….
Miranda Stephenson, the teacher from an exclusive young ladies school, with a rather risqué moral paradigm was out for the count………………..
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hahaderen
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Using the weekend I read it entirely again, with many foreshadowing and details, and the plot interlocking, as if reading a classic suspense novel. ‘as if’? It's a classic suspense novel! 
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Sakanre
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Yes it is all extremely intense, thank you 
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jaegerhunde01
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Thanks again....still working on the next part
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THE SWITCH
Zoya released the chloroform saturated pad from the woman’s mouth and nose…….
Stephenson’s head flopped flat onto the bed……..face down……her face burrowed into her sweat stained white sheets and her crumpled blankets…….
Her naked body outspread, lying on her front………..
Her naked buttocks were unmoving………her white bare hips and curved waist…….the line of her back……
Zoya noted one or two small brown moles there……..
Rather than let the woman suffocate Zoya positioned her head to one side……the woman’s wet hair now straggled and limp over her face and naked shoulders……
Her eyes were closed…….Miranda was now lightly breathing……..her back rising and falling
Her lower face now sporting an unnatural reddish tinge………the result from her soft white skin being compressed so hard…….
Zoya eased herself up and off the subdued woman……….
She lifted one of the woman’s limp arms………held it up………and let it drop………
The woman was totally unconscious……and would remain so for an hour or two……..
Satisfied….Zoya shimmied off the bed and stood up………
Zoya, with a flourish removed the stocking from her head…………she too felt hot, she breathed in…….heavy deep breaths……..having the tight nylon fabric over head had always been very taxing…….not very efficient……..but importantly was very convenient and very sexy…….
She analysed the scene she had created, for now overlooking the still and lifeless looking Stephenson……who looked wet, parts of the bed showed damp patches from the shower water…….
Zoya was going to be her……..for a short time at least……
Zoya looked at her stolen Police watch, a gift unknowingly bequeathed by a certain Rose McBride…….her escape seemed so long ago…….time does fly and waits for no one she mused……
Zoya calculated that she had plenty of time to assume Miranda Stephenson’s identity……….
Zoya strode out of the bedroom………the shower was still running, so she turned it off
She quickly perused what was in the bathroom……..
She noted the usual array of feminine and general hygiene products required by a woman…….creams and lotions and whatnot……..a hairdryer……….curling tongs………and other such vanity devices……
Towels…….thick and fluffy
She saw a dressing gown hanging from the door…….also a small and skimpy white cotton nightdress…..she briefly fingered the white cotton……..
She had an urge to slip it on……..but not today
She concluded that she did not require anything from this place……..not now at least
The tiled floor was pooled with water…….a result of the brief struggle……..
She returned to the bedroom and its silent and prone occupant…….
Zoya was also holding the Admiral Branded holdall……
She had placed the used black stocking back inside……..this piece of ladies nylon did not belong in this flat…..
Then Zoya herself began to undress……..with an unfamiliar and comatose naked female lying face down just below her……..
She had no qualms about undressing in another woman’s bedroom……..
Off came the trainers and white socks………
She peeled off the figure hugging black sports pants, revealing the black high hip spandex sports knickers underneath…..
Yes, Charlotte’s again, that girl was a must for casual and leisure wear….……
She pulled the running top up and over her head…….revealing the hefty black bra underneath…….her large breasts bulging from within the cups……..
Searching hands slipped behind her upper back……..
Until Zoya herself Zoya herself was also completely naked………..
Joining the woman below her……..both ladies were now a blank canvas……..and Zoya was ready to be creative……….
All of Zoya’s running clothes, or ex Charlotte Carrington’s……..were placed inside the holdall………rolled up and stuffed inside; she did not intend to wear them again that day……if ever again……..but she would not leave simple evidence behind…….she would not aid their pursuit, and make things easy for them…..
The nude Zoya, whilst in the process of bending over the bag…….was presenting a great shot of her own near perfect backside, toned and heart shaped……
She was retrieving a few more items from the bag……..once found they were tossed onto the bed……..next to the prone, naked and unconscious woman………
Zoya intended to gag and bind her……….keep her out of the way……….while she herself went to Beckshill prison……….and not Stephenson….……..she would stay at home……..she would take a day off on company time………
Zoya……….her own unsupported breasts free and easy reached under the woman and lifted her up…….Stephenson tits quivered too…….
Zoya noted that the woman was hot under her armpits………..
The woman’s head lolling from side to side…….her mouth open……...her tongue very visible……. slack in the jaw……….
The area of her mouth still red…….spittle around her lips……..
Never mind…….the mouth would be covered over soon enough………..
Zoya was stronger than she looked…….the product of Soviet genetic muscle enhancement programs……
Stephenson was a strong woman, slightly taller…….she was not waiflike or petite in anyway…..but Zoya had subdued her in less than sixty seconds and had thrown her around like a rag doll……..
She lifted Miranda easily and threw her onto her back …..Miranda’s large tits bouncing at the same time……
Zoya then straightened her out on her own bed…….……
Zoya caressed one of the slumbering woman’s tits…….at first her hand was under the breast and then gently followed the soft curve……...it was warm, soft and very white…….she tweaked a pert brown nipple….…….her finger then traced the woman’s breastbone between her sagging breasts………..
Yesterday, posing as a nice and friendly student journalist she had briefly appraised these same breasts……….hidden under clothing, lifted and supported……….held within flowery lace ornamented underwear……...she had wanted to touch them then……..at that time she could not………..now she could……….. and now she did……………
And Zoya enjoyed the fact that Ms Stephenson was totally unaware that she was being fondled and groped by another woman……...
Miranda was not the only one who had her kinks…….
But judging by her research and this morning’s little demonstration Zoya had deduced that this woman did not partake in sex with her own kind……...she liked only men, a lot of men in fact……..
But Zoya liked Girls………in fact she liked intercourse with both genders, but preferred her own sex…………..and so did her beloved Zita………...which all of this was really about…….
She had to see Zita………and make her free
Koba……….the name flashed though her brain……..
She released one of the woman’s tits……..she went back to the task in hand……..and that was becoming Miranda Stephenson……..
Eventually the oblivious Stephenson had been shockingly reduced to being laid out straight, on her back this time…….
Positioned in the centre of the bed…….
Her bare feet facing towards the bottom, her toenails varnished a light rose pink………
White knees close together…….…touching
Her arms along her naked flanks………her hands tracing her healthy figure…..…....
Her head had been placed on her own pillow, elevated as if she was naturally asleep……….her face looked calm and placid…….as if she did not have a care in the world……..
Her dark long and damp looking hair hung limp and straggled over her shoulders and eyes…….
Her exposed collar bone…….her breasts hanging from the left and right…….natural and sagged…...a good rounded shape though……very wholesome and very squeezable……..
Zoya looked forward to going through her bras……….
Zoya released the chloroform saturated pad from the woman’s mouth and nose…….
Stephenson’s head flopped flat onto the bed……..face down……her face burrowed into her sweat stained white sheets and her crumpled blankets…….
Her naked body outspread, lying on her front………..
Her naked buttocks were unmoving………her white bare hips and curved waist…….the line of her back……
Zoya noted one or two small brown moles there……..
Rather than let the woman suffocate Zoya positioned her head to one side……the woman’s wet hair now straggled and limp over her face and naked shoulders……
Her eyes were closed…….Miranda was now lightly breathing……..her back rising and falling
Her lower face now sporting an unnatural reddish tinge………the result from her soft white skin being compressed so hard…….
Zoya eased herself up and off the subdued woman……….
She lifted one of the woman’s limp arms………held it up………and let it drop………
The woman was totally unconscious……and would remain so for an hour or two……..
Satisfied….Zoya shimmied off the bed and stood up………
Zoya, with a flourish removed the stocking from her head…………she too felt hot, she breathed in…….heavy deep breaths……..having the tight nylon fabric over head had always been very taxing…….not very efficient……..but importantly was very convenient and very sexy…….
She analysed the scene she had created, for now overlooking the still and lifeless looking Stephenson……who looked wet, parts of the bed showed damp patches from the shower water…….
Zoya was going to be her……..for a short time at least……
Zoya looked at her stolen Police watch, a gift unknowingly bequeathed by a certain Rose McBride…….her escape seemed so long ago…….time does fly and waits for no one she mused……
Zoya calculated that she had plenty of time to assume Miranda Stephenson’s identity……….
Zoya strode out of the bedroom………the shower was still running, so she turned it off
She quickly perused what was in the bathroom……..
She noted the usual array of feminine and general hygiene products required by a woman…….creams and lotions and whatnot……..a hairdryer……….curling tongs………and other such vanity devices……
Towels…….thick and fluffy
She saw a dressing gown hanging from the door…….also a small and skimpy white cotton nightdress…..she briefly fingered the white cotton……..
She had an urge to slip it on……..but not today
She concluded that she did not require anything from this place……..not now at least
The tiled floor was pooled with water…….a result of the brief struggle……..
She returned to the bedroom and its silent and prone occupant…….
Zoya was also holding the Admiral Branded holdall……
She had placed the used black stocking back inside……..this piece of ladies nylon did not belong in this flat…..
Then Zoya herself began to undress……..with an unfamiliar and comatose naked female lying face down just below her……..
She had no qualms about undressing in another woman’s bedroom……..
Off came the trainers and white socks………
She peeled off the figure hugging black sports pants, revealing the black high hip spandex sports knickers underneath…..
Yes, Charlotte’s again, that girl was a must for casual and leisure wear….……
She pulled the running top up and over her head…….revealing the hefty black bra underneath…….her large breasts bulging from within the cups……..
Searching hands slipped behind her upper back……..
Until Zoya herself Zoya herself was also completely naked………..
Joining the woman below her……..both ladies were now a blank canvas……..and Zoya was ready to be creative……….
All of Zoya’s running clothes, or ex Charlotte Carrington’s……..were placed inside the holdall………rolled up and stuffed inside; she did not intend to wear them again that day……if ever again……..but she would not leave simple evidence behind…….she would not aid their pursuit, and make things easy for them…..
The nude Zoya, whilst in the process of bending over the bag…….was presenting a great shot of her own near perfect backside, toned and heart shaped……
She was retrieving a few more items from the bag……..once found they were tossed onto the bed……..next to the prone, naked and unconscious woman………
Zoya intended to gag and bind her……….keep her out of the way……….while she herself went to Beckshill prison……….and not Stephenson….……..she would stay at home……..she would take a day off on company time………
Zoya……….her own unsupported breasts free and easy reached under the woman and lifted her up…….Stephenson tits quivered too…….
Zoya noted that the woman was hot under her armpits………..
The woman’s head lolling from side to side…….her mouth open……...her tongue very visible……. slack in the jaw……….
The area of her mouth still red…….spittle around her lips……..
Never mind…….the mouth would be covered over soon enough………..
Zoya was stronger than she looked…….the product of Soviet genetic muscle enhancement programs……
Stephenson was a strong woman, slightly taller…….she was not waiflike or petite in anyway…..but Zoya had subdued her in less than sixty seconds and had thrown her around like a rag doll……..
She lifted Miranda easily and threw her onto her back …..Miranda’s large tits bouncing at the same time……
Zoya then straightened her out on her own bed…….……
Zoya caressed one of the slumbering woman’s tits…….at first her hand was under the breast and then gently followed the soft curve……...it was warm, soft and very white…….she tweaked a pert brown nipple….…….her finger then traced the woman’s breastbone between her sagging breasts………..
Yesterday, posing as a nice and friendly student journalist she had briefly appraised these same breasts……….hidden under clothing, lifted and supported……….held within flowery lace ornamented underwear……...she had wanted to touch them then……..at that time she could not………..now she could……….. and now she did……………
And Zoya enjoyed the fact that Ms Stephenson was totally unaware that she was being fondled and groped by another woman……...
Miranda was not the only one who had her kinks…….
But judging by her research and this morning’s little demonstration Zoya had deduced that this woman did not partake in sex with her own kind……...she liked only men, a lot of men in fact……..
But Zoya liked Girls………in fact she liked intercourse with both genders, but preferred her own sex…………..and so did her beloved Zita………...which all of this was really about…….
She had to see Zita………and make her free
Koba……….the name flashed though her brain……..
She released one of the woman’s tits……..she went back to the task in hand……..and that was becoming Miranda Stephenson……..
Eventually the oblivious Stephenson had been shockingly reduced to being laid out straight, on her back this time…….
Positioned in the centre of the bed…….
Her bare feet facing towards the bottom, her toenails varnished a light rose pink………
White knees close together…….…touching
Her arms along her naked flanks………her hands tracing her healthy figure…..…....
Her head had been placed on her own pillow, elevated as if she was naturally asleep……….her face looked calm and placid…….as if she did not have a care in the world……..
Her dark long and damp looking hair hung limp and straggled over her shoulders and eyes…….
Her exposed collar bone…….her breasts hanging from the left and right…….natural and sagged…...a good rounded shape though……very wholesome and very squeezable……..
Zoya looked forward to going through her bras……….
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jaegerhunde01
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Stephenson’s tummy was flat, she had a small navel…….down to her loins and wide hips, the curved vee …….a trimmed fuzzy brown triangle of dark hair between her legs, she kept herself well trimmed………..her wide and shapely thighs, her nice looking legs……..
She was arrogant yes, and domineering…….she did not make friends easily…….not a nice person all around……..but, physically………she was a pleasing package to the eye………..
No wonder she had no problem attracting men………however much a bitch she was towards them……….
Now she looked serene and peaceful……..like one was taking a nap……….
Later……..this would not be the case……..
Zoya sat on the bed next to her……..both women naked
This she had done for a purpose………
Zoya always had a reason for doing something, even if that choice appeared a little bizarre……both woman were as naked as the day they were born…….
Without being dressed in some form both women were unidentifiable as individuals……they had no persona or character, no charisma…….without clothes they were just naked women……clothing always helped in defining who one was…..a particular choice in garments made the person who they are……..
People are normally associated and recognised in general by their choices in attire……what they chose to wear…….especially females with their individual taste in little trinkets and adornments…….it was this trait that made them the women they had become…….or unique in the eyes of some
Miranda Stephenson, fortunately for Zoya, had been naked when attacked
By accident she had subconsciously stripped herself of her identity………for a short time at least in Zoya’s mind she would become a nonentity……..a blank
Currently she was just a naked, nameless woman on a bed……… to be enveloped in blankets………gagged and bound……..indisposed, unavailable so to speak…….hidden away from the prying and nosey world outside who had no business asking who she was……….and where she was
Zoya herself however was now a blank canvas……..she could and would recreate a personality and character based on the woman lying on the bed……….
She would consume and digest all those traits and choices that made Miranda Stephenson unique, her choices in dress, underwear, makeup…..all her little trinkets and charms……….all those separate items that come together and make the person called Miranda Stephenson………..
Everything that made her an individual, her name, her face, her voice, her smell…….all these Zoya would steal and mimic to become Ms Miranda Stephenson………
Hopefully, for a short time at least no one would be any the wiser………
Zoya’s fingers slid over to the woman’s face……..and gently swept the wet hair from her forehead and eyes……especially her closed eyes…….a thumb stroked her thin eyebrow……..
Zoya with her hand smoothed her dark hair up and over her forehead…….she followed the contours of her head…….down and behind her neck
Feeling the shape of her head…….soaking in the contours and details of her features……..
The woman’s face was still slightly wet…….she saw moisture there and that was no good for the sticky tape she intended to use…..……she needed a good seal around the woman’s lower face and mouth……..
She gyrated and turned her naked figure……..and reached out for a dry pad…….
Once retrieved she gently began swabbing the woman’s mouth and lips……
The woman’s lips looked a little dry and were unusually red…….around her mouth her skin looked a little blotched…..no doubt the result of being harshly compressed, the redness to the lips being the chemical reaction to the chloroform
She removed the excessive moisture from the woman’s lower face…….not very gently now either……..as the pad touched the lips it revealed her teeth……..level at least, and quite bright…….
Zoya remembered those lips yesterday when they were briefly talking in the car park……..then layered in a rich red lipstick…….not so now…….they just looked……….well……….rather dull and chapped……
Zoya could smell the residue of the chloroform emanating from her open mouth……..best not to give her a kiss thought Zoya which she had been tempted to do……..
Due to the close proximity of their naked bodies Zoya could see the flaws in the texture and state of Stephenson’s skin……..…
All the imperfections were there, little wrinkles under her eyes…….dry skin………small black spots around her nose…….too much high and rich living……….too many late nights
Blemishes normally hidden under a lavish layer of cosmetics….......she quickly lowered her own head and kissed the small tip of her nose, a quick peck with her own lips………
‘You’re not that bad’ she said……..the only words spoken so far in the whole affair…….
Nothing unusual here……..
She was only looking at a female face before the addition of her makeup…..
She was not that bad looking actually, very womanly……a beauty no……not youthful and juicy like that young Policewoman…..no…….but she had a good figure…..her tits were well proportioned……near to Zoya’s in size…….her bra’s would and should fit her………her hips were the same width so her knickers too……her hand stroked the side of a hip…….
Zoya knew that about her already……the file again
Unbeknownst to Miranda she had been using a dry cleaning and laundry service operated by Paddy’s underworld organization…...
Zoya would use all the woman’s little tricks……...all the cosmetic subterfuge this female engaged in to appear a little fresher and younger
Zoya lifted one of her eyelids…….her inspection revealed the whites of her eyes…..confirming that the woman was genuinely comatose……….
Her lower face was now dry…….ideal for the intended gagging treatment that the blameless and unfortunate woman was about to receive……..
Zoya reached over to the articles she had retrieved from the holdall and selected a small ball shaped piece of orange sponge…….when she had purchased the pack of ladies stockings to use as a mask she had also bought an orange coloured bath sponge…..with the use of a sharp scissors she had fashioned two tennis ball shaped bungs……..
Squeezing the orange ball with one hand………and with the other hand she opened the woman’s mouth wider, pulling her chin down until her mouth was wide open………….
How many cocks as that sucked thought Zoya……..remembering the woman’s earlier confession to Trevor Hughes……
Zoya then proceeded to pack the orange ball into her mouth………Zoya pushed the ball as far as it would go, pushing the sponge in deeper with a single finger…….giving it the odd tap…….
‘There’s a good girl’ whispered Zoya……..’have a suck on that instead’
The woman’s mouth was forming an O……fully orange looking inside……..her cheeks looking slightly puffed out……like she had a mild case of mumps………
Stephenson normally had thin facial cheeks……….
The roll of tape……..the brown cotton medical sticking plaster came next………….
Zoya pulled and cut the sticky tape into strips……as she applied the first strip she supported the woman’s chin, pushing her jaw up to close the teeth on the ball………then she applied the wide strip of tape over her mouth…….then smoothing the adhesive strip over the insensible woman’s mouth……
Zoya could see the outline of the woman’s thin lips underneath……her now sealed lips very prominent underneath………….
A good gag she thought and to her way of thinking it looked rather sexy too…….the sticky brown tape matched her skin tone……flesh coloured
As a precaution she applied another three strips of tape…….each time running her hand over the woman’s mouth……..smoothing out the tape…….the indentation of her lips almost visible this time……not so prominent…...the tape was extra sticky……..later, it would not be easy to peel off and would be painful in doing so…….
‘There you go…..you big tough Bossy Bitch…….’ mocked Zoya
But Zoya had not yet finished with the woman’s mouth………
The next stage involved using a white bandage and another one of the dry and clean cotton pads………
After cutting the wide white bandage to a suitable length……… Zoya placed the white pad over the tape gagged mouth…...once roughly in place she tied the bandage over and around her mouth……..tying it off, tight but not super tight as if it had been a full on gag…….just tight enough to keep the pad in place over the mouth and under her nose…...she knotted the bandage at the back, lifting her head…….the knot ending up high on the head………it now appeared as if she was wearing a large white bow……….
Her long hair trapped under the bandage……..
After tying the bandage Zoya lowered the woman’s head………her hand under the woman’s warm neck
Miranda’s head was now low on her pillow……in the normal position for slumber
Finally she adjusted the pad under the bandage……she wanted the medical grade cotton just under the woman’s petite nostrils…..
The clean bandage was rather sheer, the large white pad stood out brightly underneath……..a large white rectangular square dominated the woman’s lower face……Zoya adjusted the pad so that it sat straight …..……
Miranda lay there……both arms along her sides………tits out for all to see, or give a quick squeeze if they chose to……her womanly bits similarly exposed and vulnerable to similar abuse………the curve of her hips and waist……..her legs and knees straight together……
The only difference now was that she had been thoroughly and effectively gagged…….
The still naked Zoya stood up………..inspecting her handiwork…..
She was arrogant yes, and domineering…….she did not make friends easily…….not a nice person all around……..but, physically………she was a pleasing package to the eye………..
No wonder she had no problem attracting men………however much a bitch she was towards them……….
Now she looked serene and peaceful……..like one was taking a nap……….
Later……..this would not be the case……..
Zoya sat on the bed next to her……..both women naked
This she had done for a purpose………
Zoya always had a reason for doing something, even if that choice appeared a little bizarre……both woman were as naked as the day they were born…….
Without being dressed in some form both women were unidentifiable as individuals……they had no persona or character, no charisma…….without clothes they were just naked women……clothing always helped in defining who one was…..a particular choice in garments made the person who they are……..
People are normally associated and recognised in general by their choices in attire……what they chose to wear…….especially females with their individual taste in little trinkets and adornments…….it was this trait that made them the women they had become…….or unique in the eyes of some
Miranda Stephenson, fortunately for Zoya, had been naked when attacked
By accident she had subconsciously stripped herself of her identity………for a short time at least in Zoya’s mind she would become a nonentity……..a blank
Currently she was just a naked, nameless woman on a bed……… to be enveloped in blankets………gagged and bound……..indisposed, unavailable so to speak…….hidden away from the prying and nosey world outside who had no business asking who she was……….and where she was
Zoya herself however was now a blank canvas……..she could and would recreate a personality and character based on the woman lying on the bed……….
She would consume and digest all those traits and choices that made Miranda Stephenson unique, her choices in dress, underwear, makeup…..all her little trinkets and charms……….all those separate items that come together and make the person called Miranda Stephenson………..
Everything that made her an individual, her name, her face, her voice, her smell…….all these Zoya would steal and mimic to become Ms Miranda Stephenson………
Hopefully, for a short time at least no one would be any the wiser………
Zoya’s fingers slid over to the woman’s face……..and gently swept the wet hair from her forehead and eyes……especially her closed eyes…….a thumb stroked her thin eyebrow……..
Zoya with her hand smoothed her dark hair up and over her forehead…….she followed the contours of her head…….down and behind her neck
Feeling the shape of her head…….soaking in the contours and details of her features……..
The woman’s face was still slightly wet…….she saw moisture there and that was no good for the sticky tape she intended to use…..……she needed a good seal around the woman’s lower face and mouth……..
She gyrated and turned her naked figure……..and reached out for a dry pad…….
Once retrieved she gently began swabbing the woman’s mouth and lips……
The woman’s lips looked a little dry and were unusually red…….around her mouth her skin looked a little blotched…..no doubt the result of being harshly compressed, the redness to the lips being the chemical reaction to the chloroform
She removed the excessive moisture from the woman’s lower face…….not very gently now either……..as the pad touched the lips it revealed her teeth……..level at least, and quite bright…….
Zoya remembered those lips yesterday when they were briefly talking in the car park……..then layered in a rich red lipstick…….not so now…….they just looked……….well……….rather dull and chapped……
Zoya could smell the residue of the chloroform emanating from her open mouth……..best not to give her a kiss thought Zoya which she had been tempted to do……..
Due to the close proximity of their naked bodies Zoya could see the flaws in the texture and state of Stephenson’s skin……..…
All the imperfections were there, little wrinkles under her eyes…….dry skin………small black spots around her nose…….too much high and rich living……….too many late nights
Blemishes normally hidden under a lavish layer of cosmetics….......she quickly lowered her own head and kissed the small tip of her nose, a quick peck with her own lips………
‘You’re not that bad’ she said……..the only words spoken so far in the whole affair…….
Nothing unusual here……..
She was only looking at a female face before the addition of her makeup…..
She was not that bad looking actually, very womanly……a beauty no……not youthful and juicy like that young Policewoman…..no…….but she had a good figure…..her tits were well proportioned……near to Zoya’s in size…….her bra’s would and should fit her………her hips were the same width so her knickers too……her hand stroked the side of a hip…….
Zoya knew that about her already……the file again
Unbeknownst to Miranda she had been using a dry cleaning and laundry service operated by Paddy’s underworld organization…...
Zoya would use all the woman’s little tricks……...all the cosmetic subterfuge this female engaged in to appear a little fresher and younger
Zoya lifted one of her eyelids…….her inspection revealed the whites of her eyes…..confirming that the woman was genuinely comatose……….
Her lower face was now dry…….ideal for the intended gagging treatment that the blameless and unfortunate woman was about to receive……..
Zoya reached over to the articles she had retrieved from the holdall and selected a small ball shaped piece of orange sponge…….when she had purchased the pack of ladies stockings to use as a mask she had also bought an orange coloured bath sponge…..with the use of a sharp scissors she had fashioned two tennis ball shaped bungs……..
Squeezing the orange ball with one hand………and with the other hand she opened the woman’s mouth wider, pulling her chin down until her mouth was wide open………….
How many cocks as that sucked thought Zoya……..remembering the woman’s earlier confession to Trevor Hughes……
Zoya then proceeded to pack the orange ball into her mouth………Zoya pushed the ball as far as it would go, pushing the sponge in deeper with a single finger…….giving it the odd tap…….
‘There’s a good girl’ whispered Zoya……..’have a suck on that instead’
The woman’s mouth was forming an O……fully orange looking inside……..her cheeks looking slightly puffed out……like she had a mild case of mumps………
Stephenson normally had thin facial cheeks……….
The roll of tape……..the brown cotton medical sticking plaster came next………….
Zoya pulled and cut the sticky tape into strips……as she applied the first strip she supported the woman’s chin, pushing her jaw up to close the teeth on the ball………then she applied the wide strip of tape over her mouth…….then smoothing the adhesive strip over the insensible woman’s mouth……
Zoya could see the outline of the woman’s thin lips underneath……her now sealed lips very prominent underneath………….
A good gag she thought and to her way of thinking it looked rather sexy too…….the sticky brown tape matched her skin tone……flesh coloured
As a precaution she applied another three strips of tape…….each time running her hand over the woman’s mouth……..smoothing out the tape…….the indentation of her lips almost visible this time……not so prominent…...the tape was extra sticky……..later, it would not be easy to peel off and would be painful in doing so…….
‘There you go…..you big tough Bossy Bitch…….’ mocked Zoya
But Zoya had not yet finished with the woman’s mouth………
The next stage involved using a white bandage and another one of the dry and clean cotton pads………
After cutting the wide white bandage to a suitable length……… Zoya placed the white pad over the tape gagged mouth…...once roughly in place she tied the bandage over and around her mouth……..tying it off, tight but not super tight as if it had been a full on gag…….just tight enough to keep the pad in place over the mouth and under her nose…...she knotted the bandage at the back, lifting her head…….the knot ending up high on the head………it now appeared as if she was wearing a large white bow……….
Her long hair trapped under the bandage……..
After tying the bandage Zoya lowered the woman’s head………her hand under the woman’s warm neck
Miranda’s head was now low on her pillow……in the normal position for slumber
Finally she adjusted the pad under the bandage……she wanted the medical grade cotton just under the woman’s petite nostrils…..
The clean bandage was rather sheer, the large white pad stood out brightly underneath……..a large white rectangular square dominated the woman’s lower face……Zoya adjusted the pad so that it sat straight …..……
Miranda lay there……both arms along her sides………tits out for all to see, or give a quick squeeze if they chose to……her womanly bits similarly exposed and vulnerable to similar abuse………the curve of her hips and waist……..her legs and knees straight together……
The only difference now was that she had been thoroughly and effectively gagged…….
The still naked Zoya stood up………..inspecting her handiwork…..
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
So far…….it was good handiwork…..or so she thought……the pad gag looked smashing as the English would say……
Stephenson’s chin was nearly touching her collarbone…….the head elevated slightly by the white pillow…….the white bandage tight around her face……the knot on her head…….her mouth fully sealed by sticky brown tape………
She clapped her hands…..the deathly silence of the bedroom was suddenly shattered……but no one except Zoya heard it…….
‘Right……...where do you keep your tights’ She exclaimed……..almost sounding excited
She padded naked over to the table dresser…….she opened a draw……..
Gloves, scarf’s……silks……that was not it…….
She opened the one below………
Note books in there………hair brushes, clips and combs…….bric a brac
She opened the other one on the other side……..
That one had hair accessories and cheap jewellery………
She gave up with dresser……no underwear in there
‘A girl like you must have lots of tights’ she said to no one who was listening……..
As an afterthought………
‘Somewhere’
She spied another chest of drawers on the wall opposite to the two built in wardrobes……..on the other side of the bed with its owner lying on top……
Dark wood……….with bronze coloured handles……..the item of furniture looked rather new……
She opened the first long and wide top drawer……
Ah!….that’s better she thought, smiling to herself…….lots of brassieres in there…….neatly folded…….she would get back to them very soon…….
The next draw down was slid open, her fingers tingling in anticipation……..her eyes sucked in a medley of briefs and knickers in various colours and styles……...again another comprehensive choice in ladies intimate frillies ……..
Zoya felt like it was New Year………being a good party member she had never really celebrated Christmas……on her first invasive inspection she had not been disappointed
She opened the third draw…..bingo, she had a result
It contained the woman’s collection of hosiery……..fantastic thought Zoya……
She quickly closed the draw and inspected the last one….it looked like this one contained her slips and nightwear……..she quickly closed the draw
She needed good stretchy nylons for her next task……..she reopened the third drawer
Zoya’s eager hands searched through the voluminous assortment of ladies hosiery……..her hands revelled in touching the soft and silky nylons……..she avoided the tights for now……..she only wanted stockings……..
She selected a few……..all were either black or sun tan brown…………
With her hands full she returned to the woman lying anaesthetized on her bed………
She let the nylon stockings fall to the mattress………keeping a black one in her hand…….
A tan stocking fell on the bare leg of its legitimate owner……..
Zoya then proceeded to move the woman’s loose arms……she crossed over Miranda’s limp wrists……..Zoya also noted the woman’s nail varnish colour, a cherry red……that too would need replicating………
Once crossed over, the women’s hands were laid over and onto her stomach………. Zoya used the black sheer stocking to tightly tie both wrists together………
Another stocking………a tan one………was used to bind her knees equally tight….…….Zoya noted the red welt and forming bruise on one of the knees……a result of the altercation in the bathroom…….
Another black stocking was likewise used to bind her ankles together……….
Another tan stocking was used to attach her bound wrists to her tied ankles……the now taut, rigid and ruined stocking served the purpose of keeping the woman’s hands away from attempting to remove her gag…….for when she eventually woke up she was sure to attempt………
Zoya took three stockings and tightly knotted them together………creating a makeshift rope……
With a little pushing and shoving she used this nylon rope around the woman’s chest……the nylon sitting along and under the woman’s breasts………tight around her upper body
The nylon stocking rope also tightly trapped her upper arms, the nylon digging into the white skin……….when she eventually came around her movement options would be very limited indeed……….
The tight binding would keep her on her back………that’s if she had the energy to do anything else…….when the woman would be fully conscious she would only be able to freely move her head……..
Zoya again assessed her work…….she now had a completely bound and gagged woman on her hands………the bonds were secure………the woman would or could not free herself unless released by another…….but it was still not good enough for Zoya……on regaining her wits……..the woman could still make a lot of noise in the subsequent struggle to free herself………..she therefore may attract unwanted attention………and Zoya wanted her out of the way for long time………
So……Zoya was an expert in binding and knots, she would have made an excellent sailor in the age of sail…….she knew another trick
She had learned this trick as a teenager with the other girls’ at the Academy……..
When they wished to punish one of their own who was under performing………and in the long run punishing them all……..
She tidied up the woman’s bedding……….made the white sheets presentable, likewise the bedspread and the thick cotton and wool blanket….
It was all good quality merchandise………
Zoya laid the first white sheet across the naked and tied up figure………one end deep under the heavy mattress with the silent woman on top………at the other end she pulled the sheet tight
Likewise the second, the same process……..even tighter
Then both sheets were now pulled across very tight, and stuffed under the mattress………
The effect was that the sheets were so tight that the woman’s body underneath was blatantly in contour………..one could clearly discern the rise of her flattened breasts……….her shoulders and arms…….the silhouette of her hips and legs……..
The tight sheets would keep her pinned down onto the mattress……..
All complemented with the pad gag and the white bandage smothering her lower face……….the only part of her anatomy in plain view….her head just above the sheets………her hard rested on a pillow…..
Zoya neatly added the heavy wool blanket and bed spread………..covering the white sheets
She even turned the sheet over at the top creating a clean white border…….just below the woman’s pointed chin and slim throat……….
The tight bedding was a very effective cage…….….. very restrictive……..in time they would loosen, giving her room to move her tied body……….but it would take time…..that was the reason for doing so……extra time if needed……..a safety margin
In the middle of the made up bed rose the hump and lump of a person underneath……..the outline of a body……..on first glance the effect looked like someone innocently sleeping…….
But the large white pad covered with a semi transparent bandage over the lower face gave game away
An in depth inspection by removing the bedding would shockingly reveal underneath a naked woman………all her limbs securely tied up with her own stockings………
‘There you go Dear……….you have a nice nap’ said Zoya……..in a final gesture she smoothed the white sheet near the gagged face……...she then ran her hand over the bedspread on where the woman’s breasts should be………and squeezed……….there was was no reaction from the woman……..her eyes remained closed……..
‘Just relax and have a nice day off’
Zoya now needed to transform herself into the image of this woman….…….or as best she could
And start she did……..
Zoya moved away from the woman…….she had served her purpose…….she was secure and safely out of the way…….
She now padded over to the wardrobes, her shapely backside, her thin waist……her lean naked body………..it was time to choose a suitable outfit
The now tied up woman owned a comprehensive collection of clothing……..
But Zoya was only interested in the woman’s working attire…….
She opened both wardrobes……..
There was Miranda’s taste in outer clothing hanging from the rails…….
Although while sliding her hands through the various items of dress she had been tempted and distracted……..
She glimpsed on the various hooks and hangers many a trendy outfit…..…some a little racy………..known brands, good quality ladies clothing
Stephenson’s chin was nearly touching her collarbone…….the head elevated slightly by the white pillow…….the white bandage tight around her face……the knot on her head…….her mouth fully sealed by sticky brown tape………
She clapped her hands…..the deathly silence of the bedroom was suddenly shattered……but no one except Zoya heard it…….
‘Right……...where do you keep your tights’ She exclaimed……..almost sounding excited
She padded naked over to the table dresser…….she opened a draw……..
Gloves, scarf’s……silks……that was not it…….
She opened the one below………
Note books in there………hair brushes, clips and combs…….bric a brac
She opened the other one on the other side……..
That one had hair accessories and cheap jewellery………
She gave up with dresser……no underwear in there
‘A girl like you must have lots of tights’ she said to no one who was listening……..
As an afterthought………
‘Somewhere’
She spied another chest of drawers on the wall opposite to the two built in wardrobes……..on the other side of the bed with its owner lying on top……
Dark wood……….with bronze coloured handles……..the item of furniture looked rather new……
She opened the first long and wide top drawer……
Ah!….that’s better she thought, smiling to herself…….lots of brassieres in there…….neatly folded…….she would get back to them very soon…….
The next draw down was slid open, her fingers tingling in anticipation……..her eyes sucked in a medley of briefs and knickers in various colours and styles……...again another comprehensive choice in ladies intimate frillies ……..
Zoya felt like it was New Year………being a good party member she had never really celebrated Christmas……on her first invasive inspection she had not been disappointed
She opened the third draw…..bingo, she had a result
It contained the woman’s collection of hosiery……..fantastic thought Zoya……
She quickly closed the draw and inspected the last one….it looked like this one contained her slips and nightwear……..she quickly closed the draw
She needed good stretchy nylons for her next task……..she reopened the third drawer
Zoya’s eager hands searched through the voluminous assortment of ladies hosiery……..her hands revelled in touching the soft and silky nylons……..she avoided the tights for now……..she only wanted stockings……..
She selected a few……..all were either black or sun tan brown…………
With her hands full she returned to the woman lying anaesthetized on her bed………
She let the nylon stockings fall to the mattress………keeping a black one in her hand…….
A tan stocking fell on the bare leg of its legitimate owner……..
Zoya then proceeded to move the woman’s loose arms……she crossed over Miranda’s limp wrists……..Zoya also noted the woman’s nail varnish colour, a cherry red……that too would need replicating………
Once crossed over, the women’s hands were laid over and onto her stomach………. Zoya used the black sheer stocking to tightly tie both wrists together………
Another stocking………a tan one………was used to bind her knees equally tight….…….Zoya noted the red welt and forming bruise on one of the knees……a result of the altercation in the bathroom…….
Another black stocking was likewise used to bind her ankles together……….
Another tan stocking was used to attach her bound wrists to her tied ankles……the now taut, rigid and ruined stocking served the purpose of keeping the woman’s hands away from attempting to remove her gag…….for when she eventually woke up she was sure to attempt………
Zoya took three stockings and tightly knotted them together………creating a makeshift rope……
With a little pushing and shoving she used this nylon rope around the woman’s chest……the nylon sitting along and under the woman’s breasts………tight around her upper body
The nylon stocking rope also tightly trapped her upper arms, the nylon digging into the white skin……….when she eventually came around her movement options would be very limited indeed……….
The tight binding would keep her on her back………that’s if she had the energy to do anything else…….when the woman would be fully conscious she would only be able to freely move her head……..
Zoya again assessed her work…….she now had a completely bound and gagged woman on her hands………the bonds were secure………the woman would or could not free herself unless released by another…….but it was still not good enough for Zoya……on regaining her wits……..the woman could still make a lot of noise in the subsequent struggle to free herself………..she therefore may attract unwanted attention………and Zoya wanted her out of the way for long time………
So……Zoya was an expert in binding and knots, she would have made an excellent sailor in the age of sail…….she knew another trick
She had learned this trick as a teenager with the other girls’ at the Academy……..
When they wished to punish one of their own who was under performing………and in the long run punishing them all……..
She tidied up the woman’s bedding……….made the white sheets presentable, likewise the bedspread and the thick cotton and wool blanket….
It was all good quality merchandise………
Zoya laid the first white sheet across the naked and tied up figure………one end deep under the heavy mattress with the silent woman on top………at the other end she pulled the sheet tight
Likewise the second, the same process……..even tighter
Then both sheets were now pulled across very tight, and stuffed under the mattress………
The effect was that the sheets were so tight that the woman’s body underneath was blatantly in contour………..one could clearly discern the rise of her flattened breasts……….her shoulders and arms…….the silhouette of her hips and legs……..
The tight sheets would keep her pinned down onto the mattress……..
All complemented with the pad gag and the white bandage smothering her lower face……….the only part of her anatomy in plain view….her head just above the sheets………her hard rested on a pillow…..
Zoya neatly added the heavy wool blanket and bed spread………..covering the white sheets
She even turned the sheet over at the top creating a clean white border…….just below the woman’s pointed chin and slim throat……….
The tight bedding was a very effective cage…….….. very restrictive……..in time they would loosen, giving her room to move her tied body……….but it would take time…..that was the reason for doing so……extra time if needed……..a safety margin
In the middle of the made up bed rose the hump and lump of a person underneath……..the outline of a body……..on first glance the effect looked like someone innocently sleeping…….
But the large white pad covered with a semi transparent bandage over the lower face gave game away
An in depth inspection by removing the bedding would shockingly reveal underneath a naked woman………all her limbs securely tied up with her own stockings………
‘There you go Dear……….you have a nice nap’ said Zoya……..in a final gesture she smoothed the white sheet near the gagged face……...she then ran her hand over the bedspread on where the woman’s breasts should be………and squeezed……….there was was no reaction from the woman……..her eyes remained closed……..
‘Just relax and have a nice day off’
Zoya now needed to transform herself into the image of this woman….…….or as best she could
And start she did……..
Zoya moved away from the woman…….she had served her purpose…….she was secure and safely out of the way…….
She now padded over to the wardrobes, her shapely backside, her thin waist……her lean naked body………..it was time to choose a suitable outfit
The now tied up woman owned a comprehensive collection of clothing……..
But Zoya was only interested in the woman’s working attire…….
She opened both wardrobes……..
There was Miranda’s taste in outer clothing hanging from the rails…….
Although while sliding her hands through the various items of dress she had been tempted and distracted……..
She glimpsed on the various hooks and hangers many a trendy outfit…..…some a little racy………..known brands, good quality ladies clothing
