A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

[Sakanre]

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[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

Fantastic story.

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MAZE

Maze, behind the wheel of the Ford Capri was not far away from ‘Harding & Howell’…….
But she was searching blind………and she was one frustrated agent…….

The rain had stopped but the sky was still grey and overcast……..
The traffic was pretty heavy……...after all, it was central London……..late in the afternoon…….
There were people everywhere……...moving in all directions……..
Finding that bitch was like stumbling on a needle within a haystack…….
But they had to keep looking………
The ‘Chief’ was going to throw a fit over this………..

She was stuck behind a black Hackney taxi cab…….in front of that was the equally famous red London Double Decker bus……
People were trying to cross the road in between the traffic……….rather than use a pedestrian crossing…….
Therefore they were causing more chaos to the traffic flow and being more of a pain by just crossing over between the two opposing lanes of traffic…….
There should be a law against it thought Maze……..in fact there was………but no seemed to care…….

She honked her horn in annoyance as someone ran across the front of the Capri…….
A scumbag type, who looked drug addled, a male punk with blue coloured hair in a Mohican stuck two fingers up at her and shouted what looked like ‘Fuck Off’…….

She ignored the insult…….
If she had got out of the car she could have snapped his neck…….or gutted him with the sharp knife that she always carried on her………
Her service pistol was also under her left armpit………

She keyed her radio…….
‘Fox 1 this is 2…..what is your location over’
The storm, with its natural violence and temperamental atmospherics had moved on………..
She and Taggart were back in communication once again…….
The radio crackled a little…….
Then…….

‘Fox 2……….Bosworth street over’

‘Roger………I am not far from you……….converging on you…….over……….suspect could not have gone that far……….no sign of the car over’

‘Roger 2………uniform has been notified……….observe and report only……..…and do not apprehend’

‘Roger….out’

Maze kept her eyes open…….her head constantly moving……..
Slowly edging forward in the slow and congested traffic…….
She was thinking that bitch is here somewhere……..she could feel it……….

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THE CUBICLE

The overwhelmed, disorientated and equally stunned woman had turned her head away………as much as she possibly could………way over to her right………..her sharp chin touching her rounded bicep…….

Her dark eyes were closed on purpose……….even when firmly closed they looked rather moist around the edges………her mascara was running a little from around her eyes……..
She did not want to open them right now………...it was too mortifying to do so……..
The moisture around her made up eyes was not down to fear…………they were moist due to a sense of impotent rage………

She remained silent……..as she had been ordered to do…….…and what else could she do right now……

Weird things that were not generally normal were transpiring within the small and usually sedate changing cubicle……..
The woman had felt rather sickened by the latest sight that she had been forced to witness………..humiliated that she had been unable to prevent the scene developing right in front of her ………
Hence she had turned her head away in general repugnance on what she had just seen…..
The indignity of it all……..the shame……..the violation of her personal privacy……..
And no one it seemed was coming to help her soon……….
Outrageous……..after all………she was in a fucking reputable and chic department store………full of people…….
A supposedly safe place……….not some dodgy back ally somewhere in a bad part of the town…….
Like her husband was supposedly to have visited on too many occasions….…..
But that was the way of a married woman connected to power where she came from……..
The husband always won………
Therefore she, like her kind suffered in luxurious silence and tolerated the slight……..and pretended all was well…….
In her case it was for the children……….but not all

The changing cubicle had only been designed to accommodate one person changing………
And not two as it was now……
And because there were two women cohabiting such a small place there was not enough room to swing a cat…….as the saying went……..

The woman’s body felt it was in some discomfort……..she was not in a natural pose
The woman’s bare arms were directly above her head…………her arms, unnaturally suspended were nearly rigid………..her elbows slightly bent outwards……….
But she had no freedom of movement……….that option had been denied her

A tan coloured, silky soft ladies stocking……...now totally ruined…….as it had been stretched far beyond its limit as a binding to secure both her dainty wrists to one of the shiny brass hooks now well above her head…….
A brass hook normally designed to hang ladies clothes…………and not her arms

Due to her arms being forcibly elevated her chest had been forced outwards as her back was now in a very straight pose……
Anyone could now observe that the woman shaved under her armpits……….there was not a trace of any unsightly hair………
She was well groomed………and that was not the only hair on her body that she had kept well neat and trimmed……..

She was still wearing her light orange coloured push up brassiere………..the bra being totally exposed to any unwanted lecherous ogling……….and very vulnerable to being touched up and fondled……….if anyone cared to…….
The woman had been rendered powerless to resist……..

Any reprobate could just reach out and rub or pat her breasts……..at the moment still firmly secured within the slim fit bra’s cups…….
But her current state of decorum was at the mercy of another………

The mature, dark haired Latino or Mediterranean looking woman could not oppose any infringement on her dignity …………she could not verbally protest…………she could not scream……….or bellow in rage……..
If someone unwanted……touched or groped her tits………she could not say ‘No’…….

She could not even struggle much…….she could just about twist and turn her upper body to the left or to the right.........
She had done that already……….it did not make difference to her current predicament……..

Unfamiliar and quite foreign female red tipped fingers had already slid over the floral lace of her bra……..
She had been mortified……..looking away in inadequate shame
She was in a unique…….and terrifying situation……..
It also pissed her off……….

One of the bra straps on her shoulder had snapped in the very brief struggle……..her left shoulder, near the full length viewing mirror that she had just recently used………in what she assumed was total privacy……....looking at her figure in a nice tight grey office skirt…….
She was about to try on the grey dress………

The offending bra strap was now quite loose and limp, although she could not see it; she felt the slackness around her left breast…….
The actual lace trimmed cup felt very free and slack………her small breast was sagging, it was not being supported or lifted like usual……….
The woman feared it would finally slip……..revealing her pert tanned mound and its small brown nipple……..
Her mind raged…….this really was fucking outrageous………

‘La Puta’……..her mind just kept repeating the insult………over and over

With her arms forcibly raised above her head, her sheer lattice orange bra band was exceptionally susceptible for some pervert to feel her up with both hands sliding up and down her sides and ribcage…….if they so desired……and some fucking psycho bitch had already desired to do so……..

‘Puta’……..she thought……..’Hijo de puta sucio’……..or ‘Dirty Fucker’

But what could she do……..
With her chest invitingly thrusting outward………..inviting to whom was the question………she had not been blessed with much, but what she had she liked them to be as alluring as possible, hence the choice of push up bras…….
She liked her breasts to be caressed and kissed………if maybe it had been her husband.……..or that young gardener that they had recently employed……..whom she had taken a fancy too lately……..but that was another story……….in a time and place of quite happy and satisfying memories and gentile surroundings………..like her large white soft and fluffy bed………
She had never ever envisaged being touched by another woman…….
It had disgusted her…………dirtied her

Her cute, rounded and still very shapely lace cupped breasts, were still fantastic even after having two children……..her naturally gifted mounds pushed up and squeezed together as the bra manufacturers guaranteed the garment to do………her smaller breasts now plump with a deep cleavage……..
Her gold chain higher around her neck…….it shimmered in the bright artificial light……

She liked the effect when she wore a good bra……..and so did men……..when allowed they could not take their hands off them…….
Not to mention their tongues………men would suckle her like some ravenous newborn…..
Afterwards she would treat them so…….like forever famished younglings……they were hers to command……
Normally that is………now she commanded nothing…….…
It was her that now obeyed……
She hated it………her narrowed dark eyes had reflected that hate……

And this bitch liked her…….
A woman could tell when another of her sex was interested in just more than giving an appreciative glance on what she wore……….it was in that all expansive and inclusive initial look that they gave, a quick and furtive inspection….……taking in her body………normally like a hungry man would……..
Now this cunt was enjoying her state of partial undress and helplessness…….
The tied up woman in her underwear bit into the gag that had rendered her almost silent……

‘Bastarda’ ……….

If she had been stronger and a little fitter this would never have happened, but the bitch had been so fast, so strong……..her attack more like that of a man…….her neck still ached, her mouth and jaw were

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still sore from where the fingers and dug into her face………..she was ashamed of herself…….a little disgusted on how weak she had been…….
She was still shook up on how fast she had been rendered so useless…………so powerless…….
And how quickly she had been divested of her outer clothing….…….and her nice shoes……..
Something stuffed into her mouth………
Her zip at the back of her dress being quickly pulled down……….her arms twisted……….that had hurt……..
Her dress falling away………..her half slip soon following………..
Hands intimately digging into the waistband of her tights…….pulling them off her thighs and legs
It had all been so fast………….and not dignified at all
She had been stripped……nearly

The woman, on getting herself ready and stylishly dressed had ensured that her rounded breasts had been partially veiled in lace, layered with a floral design…….the edge of the cups trimmed with a clam shaped outline…….it was a very feminine looking brassiere……….the cute and slim bra had been underwired………set in the gore, or between the cups was a small orange bow……….
It was a nice looking and womanly looking garment……..made to compliment the figure of a healthy and trim female……
Just visible underneath the thin satin and lace material one could discern the barely discreet outline of her small and now quite pert nipples……

One cup was dangerously free and easy…………

Her waist and midriff were equally trim and shapely……….
For her age the woman had a body of a much younger woman………..her loose fitting dress had not done her justice…….
Zoya could see that now…….very evidently indeed
There were now no secrets between them……..whether the bound and gagged woman like it or not……..
Unknown to Zoya the woman had a gym within her home and that she regularly worked out………….

The woman’s thin waist was now devoid of any waistband of the tights that had just recently coated her olive toned skin………….
The only remaining visible evidence that she had ever worn the body-hugging, supposedly private and secretive and very suggestive ladies garment, was a faint red outline around her waist were the elastic of the undergarment had once dug into her supple skin……

Her stomach with her small navel…….was slightly convex, her waist leading to her wide hips………..the join of her thighs………
Then a roving and intrusive eye could take in her matching panties………..

Her equally lace fronted briefs…….now fully exposed in all their womanly glory without the dark taupe shaded tights obscuring and changing the colour of her knickers worn underneath............

The light orange satin panties were low on her hip……...dipping slightly on the frontage………..very skimpy, but fully satin backed………..tight on the contour of her arse cheeks…..…..the panties even had the obligatory little orange bows set in the middle of the elastic waistband…………
Her panties silky material shining in the bright artificial light……….

The woman had even tried twisting her hips a few times……a futile attempt to maintain her dignity……..
She had seen the bitch staring at her crotch when the fucker was peeling on her own tights……..
The gagged woman was well aware that underneath the floral lace frontage of the delicate briefs one could just make out the dark triangle of pubic hair underneath……and the inviting curve of her pubis…….
Thankfully the woman was well groomed and was no stranger to a ladies razor.……….
No unsightly clumps of hair down there………
But still……….she felt naked, vulnerable……..being examined like some sort of animal at market…….

The panties intricate floral design matched her bra…….…they were a set……..
She had picked them up at the same French boutique that she had purchased the dress…….
Same with the slip…….
The shoes were from Spain……..
She had imagined that she would own the garments longer than just the two occasions she herself had worn them……never imagining in a million years that another totally strange woman would be inside them……….

There was a soft gusset between her legs…......nothing exceptional or out of the ordinary there, except what was between her legs was entirely evident to any and all……..
Unexpectedly very visible…………outrageously so

And why so…….

The woman’s thighs and legs were spread abnormally wide……..that was why………….and she had no choice either……
When sitting she would normally have had her knees sensibly together………or one leg crossed over another in an elegant way that ladies do………

Her lush heart shape arse planted on the bench fitted to one side of the changing cubicle…………

Her thighs and legs now bereft of her nylons………
Her bare and naked knees………..
Both of her naked ankles had been tightly tied to the bench legs with tan stockings……….causing her thighs and legs to be shamefully opened wide in a very unflattering pose……….demure and ladylike she was not………
If she had not been gagged and bound it would have looked like a pose of a harlot in a brothel………

Her slim and shiny gold heeled open toed shoes had been stolen……..her feet stripped of her tights……..her red painted and manicured toes were now fully uncovered ……..
Her feet were bare………as when she had been in her bedroom much earlier that same morning……..

The woman was stock still………
Her head to one side………eyes closed….
Silent………she had been threatened to remain so………or she would be hurt………or worse

And anyway…..….it was too late now…….any womanly scream or bellow of outrage was pointless……..she was reduced to be being forced to watch her clothing being violated in abject silence………

Help was nearby……...yet so far away

She had been tightly gagged……….

Her rather attractive Latin looks were now rather obscured and distorted……....especially her once dainty jaw and cheeks…..

Her small and very kissable mouth had been forced open…….…her red lipstick ruined and smudged…..

It was a thick gag……….and dark black……..a pair of opaque tights had been used to gag her with, the nearby and discarded packet that they had come in proudly proclaimed them to be 80 denier………
The thick nylon had been forced into and had thereafter been cleaved between the thin lips of her mouth………
Those same lips were now wide open………her jaw permanently and achingly extended

The black gag had been severely knotted at the back of her neck………..trapping her once neat dark hair underneath……..
She still sported those expensive gold earrings……….
The woman felt her tongue trapped inside her mouth…….
Her mouth felt unusually full………..after all, it had been thoroughly bunged up………with what she did not know……..
She remained silent……….unmoving…………her head to one side……….
She had no earning or desire to watch another bitch stealing and stepping into her clothes……..

She had been swiftly and meticulously tied up and gagged………..in a benign and supposedly safe environment……….
The ambushed and bemused woman had assumed she was being robbed……….and not just for her purse, jewellery and cash either………

Around the woman’s bare feet were the fancy packets that the once contained silky stockings……..the larger package had once contained the opaque black tights…….
Designed and to be worn to compliment a ladies leg, with a nice outfit………not to be used as a method of bondage…….

There were other ladies clothes too………just discarded and rumpled on the green carpeted floor……..
A beige suit jacket and trousers………an ivory coloured blouse………a pair of low heeled cream coloured shoes………..

The woman’s tormentor was standing over her……….

Zoya was just clad in her already stolen ivory coloured full cupped bra……….her breasts obviously larger than those of the tied up woman……….

Or more accurately Zoya and the currently indisposed Stephenson had larger tits than the current woman being restrained……….as the ivory bra worn by Zoya had once graced the same titties of the onetime haughty and arrogant bitch called Miranda………

She was still wearing the fancy wig and spectacles that mimicked the long forgotten teacher she had once replaced and impersonated……..

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She no longer needed the guise and persona of a certain Ms Miranda Stephenson………who was still most probably and hopefully gagged and bound in her own bed……….

As stated there was hardly any space to move around within the changing cubicle………it was a push with just one woman inside squeezing in and out of various outfits…….

Zoya was focused on what she was doing, ignoring the bound woman for now………she was bent over…….minus all her stolen outer clothing……..

She was doubled over………….bending over severely
Causing her ample and tight arse to rise up…….the lower her back, the higher her bum went up………

She was fiddling with a shoe strap that attached over her upper foot……..she was putting on the slim shoes once worn by the close by tied up woman……..

She was wearing both of the woman’s shoes……..….the slim and slinky heels, her feet angled deep and downwards inside the elegant shoes………..they were open toed…………gold and shiny………
Her toe nails had no nail varnish………..the woman she had removed them from did………still………..it was too late to remedy that……….
Anyway……….the seamless toe of the tights she was now wearing should hide a little of that……..
People would soon have more to look at……..rather than her feet………

Zoya was now wearing the taupe sheer to waist tights that the bound and stripped woman had just recently been forced to vacate……….
They had been warm and fluffy when Zoya had peeled and smoothed them over her own skin………..she had relished the feeling………relished the intrusion into another woman’s private and very intimate world………
The gagged women’s buttocks and crotch were supposed to be the only female anatomy legitimately allowed within them……….
Zoya should not be enjoying the sensation of putting on delicate items of the woman’s intimate clothing…….
She had owned them……..and not Zoya

The original tan tights worn by Zoya lay nearby, discarded as her equally stolen suit and blouse……………
They were no longer needed……..

The ex Miranda’s ivory coloured bikini knickers were still worn underneath the dark taupe nylon of the gagged woman’s tights and looked a grey/brown and off white……..the stolen briefs were totally smothered by the nylon
The new tights fit Zoya well……..the waistband sitting nicely just over her hips and stomach
Her peachy backside in them looked so juicy……..
She was bent over…….her derriere up in the air…….as she fiddled with an annoying shoe strap…….

And was literally in the gagged woman’s face……
That’s why the silenced lady had turned away……..in disgust and shame
The shame of seeing another woman wiggling her arse in her face……… an arse in her own tights………and up and close……..very close……....and too close for any comfort……..
Her small nose had touched her ex nylon……….
‘Urggh’……..had been her gagged protest
The sight had made her sick………

The woman had bit deeper into her gag………..it’s all she could do
She had not cried out loudly in a fit of gagged oaths………like she had previously attempted……...the last time she had done so she had been cuffed around the head………
But she had kept her eyes closed……..

The bitch continued to adjust the woman’s shoes now adorning her stockinged feet………..

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My second Fetish Comix commission.
I changed the story but its a great piece of work........

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OUTSIDE ‘HARDING & HOWELL’

PC Geoff Friend was out on patrol………..a foot patrol that is
He was still rather wet from the earlier flash storm………
He was wearing his issued and distinctive black helmet……..emblazoned with the large silver royal crest much beloved by tourists…….
Little did they know that the helmet itself was modelled on the then military version in use by Queen Victoria’s armies……..and over time its use became a national tradition………
Under the tunic was the regulation light blue shirt and black clip on tie………
That and his waterproof raincoat…….with epaulettes and silver numbers…….had provided him with some protection from the awful weather………
But still……as the afternoon had worn on, the day had improved…………

The young Police officer was walking along the busy shopping street………..
He was still lean in physique………
He was not a bad looking man…….not handsome by far, but decent enough………more manly looking…..
Geoff sported a thin moustache……..much favoured in the day……
In two hours his shift would be over………he was looking forward to a nice cup of tea back at the station

With his hands behind his back he strolled along the pavement…….
The road and public walkway were busy with traffic………..both vehicular and foot
The sound was tremendous……..
Cars, buses and trucks honked horns…….the drivers revved engines
People shouting, talking, smiling and laughing, some looking angry, or just looked annoyed or some with just blank or unreadable faces……...
People walking in every direction……..a multitude of colours and different faces………different ethnic backgrounds………
London was a real melting pot alright he though……..and him being from the home counties
Two young women…….early twenties were heading towards him…….
Both were arm in arm……laughing………they looked like they were having a good time…….
One in a short skirt with black tights and knee length boots……….with a large bust under a ruby red sweater……..
She had long flowing straight black hair………very pretty
She smiled at him on passing………….he smiled back…….
That’s all he could do when on duty………


The constable was ambling towards ‘Harding & Howell’……..he saw the classically stepped portico…….the bright lights and window displays…….

He looked up at the grand old building……..
Too expensive for him…….not on his wages………maybe when he made Sergeant……..maybe then he would treat himself and the wife to something………
Something for the boy too…….Lee would like that…….
He smiled at the thought…….
He liked to daydream…….make plans

He stopped in mid stride and looked down to his issued black shoes, a sturdy pair, yet comfortable to wear……..usually they had a high shine to them…..…like he had been taught at Police school………the splashing rain had ruined the shine…….he would correct that back at the station, ready for his next shift…….

He looked up………something had caught his eye..……at first he saw the thick yellow line near the kerbside………water running into a nearby drain………
Then the brown metallic bronze of a car……..he stood straight
It was that colour of the paint job that had drawn his attention…..……..
After all, Geoff was new to the force and therefore very keen and diligent………

An Austin Princess………metallic bronze………the car looked new……..
It rang a bell in his brain……..something that came over his personal radio about 40 minutes ago……..

He dug into the top pocket of his uniform raincoat…….and retrieved his small black notebook…….
He opened it……..checked his handwritten notes…….
Yes……..he saw it………
A ‘Be on the lookout notice’………

He checked the yellow plated registration number on the back of the saloon car………
‘B337 YMH’
It matched that written in his notebook………
He keyed his shoulder mounted Burndept radio……..
And over the noise of the city loudly broadcast……….

‘Hello Control………this is 4578……….’