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The Affair of the Ellsworth Women( part of "The Henri Peugeot Series")

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The Mysterious Affair at Greenhampton ( part of "The Henri Peugeot Series")

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The Sky Ryder Series

The Escapee

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Sky vs. Spies

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The Frame-Up

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Sky and the Starlets

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Sky and the Hijackers

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Sky and the Woman With A Past

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excerpt from The Frame-Up Chapter 1

A pretty, cheerful-faced, sandy-haired woman in her late twenties wearing a white nurse’s uniform appeared at the door. Ruth Leeson was a former dancer who had taken up nursing when a knee injury ended her career.
“What’s wrong?” she asked the deputy.
“I don’t know,” Amy replied. “She got a pain in the stomach and started to collapse.”
Sherry groaned again and doubled over more. Her knees buckled so that she was almost sitting on her haunches.
“Let’s get her up on the exam table,” Ruth directed. “You’d better take the cuffs off so we can lift her.”
Deputy Cole nodded and stooped to unlock the cuffs. As she and the nurse tried to lift Sherry, Amy had the fleeting glimpse of the holster strap that ran over the hammer of her revolver hanging loose. Before she could interpret this fact, Sherry doubled over again, slipping out of her grasp. When she and Ruth lifted the prisoner again, Sherry came up quickly. In her hand was Deputy Cole’s service revolver. She moved it from side to side, alternately pointing it at both of them.
“All right, nurse,” she said, breathing hard. “Close the door.”
Ruth Leeson obeyed as Amy Cole raised her hands.
“Now don’t do anything you’ll regret,” Amy cautioned. “Nobody’s hurt so far and we can all just forget this if you’ll give me the pistol.”
“I’m not giving you the gun, so just forget it,” said Sherry. She appeared agitated but in control of herself. “The only thing I regret is staying in this town to be accused of taking money I never saw, and thinking that this trial would clear me. I’m not going to prison for somebody else’s crime.”
“But this won’t do you any good!” said Ruth, her hands also raised now. “You can’t possibly get out of this building.”
“You’re right. I can’t. But you can.”
Sherry swallowed hard, as though steeling herself.
“Take off your clothes.” She ordered.
Amy Cole reached for the top button of her uniform shirt. Ruth glanced at the deputy and did the same. As the two women undressed Sherry pulled Ruth’s desk chair into the center of the room, then grabbed a first aid kit from the wall.
“Are there bandages here?” Sherry asked the nurse.
“In there,” Ruth answered, pointing to a metal cabinet.
Sherry opened it and removed some rolls of cloth bandages. Finally she picked up the handcuffs from the exam table where Amy had laid them. Her two prisoners were now reduced to their panties and bras.
“That’s enough,” said Sherry. She handed the cuffs to Ruth. “Cuff the deputy’s hands behind her back.”
Amy turned and gave Ruth her hands. The nurse cuffed her wrists and, directed by Sherry, tightened them a couple more clicks.
“I’m sorry to have to do this to you, deputy,” Sherry apologized. “You’ve been good to me, and I used that to trick you. And now I have to be sure that those cuffs are tight. Your wrists are dainty and I can’t have you getting away.”
She handed a roll of bandages to Ruth.
“Put those in her mouth, then cover her mouth with tape.”
Ruth had no choice but to obey. When the entire wad would not go in, Sherry allowed her to reduce the size of the roll and cut off the excess. Then Ruth cut several pieces of adhesive tape from roll and sealed the deputy’s mouth. Handing her another roll of bandages, Sherry ordered her to loop the cloth around Amy’s body and arms just below her breasts and just above her waist.
“Now help her up on the table.”
Ruth helped the bound woman onto the exam table and, ordered by Sherry, bound her legs at the knees and ankles with more bandages. Amy Cole sat helplessly on the table as Sherry turned her attention to the nurse.
“Sit in the chair,” she said pointing with her free hand.
Ruth sat.
“Don’t you think that---“ she began.
“Quiet!” snapped Sherry. “Put your hands around the back of the chair.”
The back of the chair was narrow enough that Ruth’s hands met without straining. Sherry crossed the nurse’s wrists and began looping them with tape.
“If you were going to try to tell me that this plan is crazy, you don’t need to,” said Sherry. “It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But I’m started now, and there’s no turning back. I’m just glad I didn’t have to hurt either of you.”
She finished tying Ruth’s hands, laid the pistol on the desk, and began binding her ankles with more tape. The young nurse watched her without anxiety, but more with sympathy.
“What’re you going to do?” she asked.
“I’m not quite sure. As you said, I may not make it out of the building. But I think I have an idea who took that money and, if I can, I’m going to prove it was him. Or them.”
Finished with Ruth’s ankles, Sherry unrolled more bandages and used them to tie Ruth to the chair. She did a thorough job, looping the woman’s body at the waist, bottom of the ribs, below and above the breasts, and finally over her lap, around her thighs and the chair seat. She wadded part of one of the bandages.
“Sorry,” she said to Ruth, “but I have to gag you too.”
Ruth nodded. Before she opened her mouth for the wad she said softly:
“Good luck.”
Sherry stuffed the wadding in Ruth’s mouth, sealed the gag with tape, and then used more to cover her eyes. She then rolled Amy Cole over on her tummy and used one more strip of bandage to connect the deputy’s bound ankles to her handcuffed wrists. She also blindfolded her with tape.
“This is to make sure you stay on the table,” she explained. “Please don’t hurt yourself trying anything heroic.”
The unseeing Amy nodded.
Her prisoners secured, Sherry quickly stripped off her own clothes and put on the deputy’s uniform. There was a mirror on the closet door and in it Sherry noted that the resemblance between her and Amy was striking. The only thing wrong was her shoulder length hair. She crossed to the helpless deputy and removed the rubber band that held her hair in a bun. Putting up her hair completed the transformation. A quick search of Ruth’s purse produced a pair of sunglasses, which would help to hide any differences.
Sherry replaced the pistol in the holster she now wore and went to the door. She turned back to the two bound women.
“I’m really sorry for all this. Don’t worry. I’ll call the courthouse this afternoon and make sure you’re found.”
She glanced into the hallway. It was empty. She slipped out and walked in the opposite direction of the courtroom. At the end of the hall she opened the door and went from the building into the bright sunlight.

excerpt from the Escapee, Chapter 1

Summer Smith had gone only a few miles from the Flying Coronet when she spotted a shape of some kind lying between the road and a steep rocky formation nearby.
“It looks like some rock hound had a fall,” she said to herself as she approached. “But I’d better be careful.”
She opened the glove compartment and took out her .25 caliber automatic pistol. As she pulled off the road, she was relieved to see that the motionless form was a woman. Stopping a few yards away, she got out of the car and tucked the pistol into her belt.
Summer knelt beside the woman and gently rolled her over. The auburn haired woman groaned softly. She was tall and well built, slender but shapely, and had an attractive face despite one cheek being smudged with dirt. Her clothing consisted of a pair of gray coveralls and pull-on sneakers. After another groan, she blinked a couple times, then opened her hazel eyes.
“What happened?” she asked dazedly.
Summer smiled with relief.
“You must’ve fallen from that rock. Just lie still. You’ll be all right.”
“Who’re you?” the woman asked. She pointed at the pistol in Summer’s belt. “And what’s that for?”
“There may be an escaped prisoner out here somewhere. I had to be careful. But you’re obviously not him.”
The woman’s eyes widened. Her left hand gripped both of Summer’s sleeves.
“No, but I saw him! That’s why I fell. I was trying to get away from him!”
She pointed toward a larger rock outcropping.
“He was over there when I saw him!”
As Summer looked in the direction of the point, the woman’s hand, swift as a striking snake, darted toward her and pulled the pistol from her belt. Summer Smith was astonished to find herself looking into the muzzle of her own gun.
The dazed expression was gone from the woman’s face, replaced by one of cold triumph.
“About that prisoner, Honey: I may not be him, but I’m definitely her. Now that we’ve found each other, let’s get acquainted.”
She stood up, pulling the stunned rancher up after her. After a quick look around, she waved the pistol toward a sheltered spot in the rocks and gave Summer a little shove.
“Get over there out of sight,” she ordered. “Then start stripping.”

...and chapter 2


An unhappy Summer Smith, clad only in panties and bra, sat on the lowered tailgate of her station wagon as Starr Bell wrapped ropes about her arms and body. Summer’s wrists were behind her back, palms facing and tied securely with rope. Her legs were bound together at the ankles and just above the knees. Starr had made several wraps around Summer’s torso, at the waist, just below her breasts, and just above. When the rope ran out, she anchored the end and tied it off, grunting with the effort to make the knot tight.
“There,” she said with satisfaction. “That ought to hold you. Now, let’s see how your clothes fit me.”
She peeled off the coveralls and took up Summer’s checkered shirt as the attractive rancher writhed experimentally in her bonds.
“Go ahead and squirm if you want to, Honey,” drawled the preoccupied Starr. “It’s not gonna do any good. When I tie a woman, she stays tied.”
Summer watched as Starr slipped on her shirt.
“Oh, you do this all the time, huh?”
Starr began working on the buttons.
“I do whatever I have to do to survive,” she said. “And I’ve had to tie up a few broads.”
She picked up Summer’s jeans and slipped them on one leg. She regarded her prisoner with a mocking smile.
“Aren’t you going to tell me that I’ll never get away with this? That they’ll catch me and take me back to jail, so I might as well give up now?”
Summer had been on the point of doing exactly that, but now could only watch blankly as the fugitive pulled on the other leg of the jeans and buttoned them.
“No? That’s good because if you don’t say that, then I won’t have to tell you…”
She walked over and put her nose almost against Summer’s to snarl out the next words:
“… to keep your mouth shut and do exactly what you’re told if you want to get out of this in one piece.”
Involuntarily, Summer shrank back from the outlaw’s threatening words. Starr smiled affably and stepped back.
“How do I look in your clothes?”
She stretched out her arms. A couple inches of forearm showed beyond the end of the sleeves.
“Sleeves a little short…”
She stuck out a leg. The cuff pulled up well above her foot.
“… pants same.”
She reached up to her bust and pulled some excess fabric away from her breasts.
“And loose around the boobs. You’re a healthy gal, ain’t ya, honey?”
She laughed and sat on the tailgate to put on Summer’s boots. The bound woman struggled again, lifting one shoulder and expanding her chest as she fought her bonds.
“ ‘Course, that’s why you look so cute when you fight the ropes.”
Starr leaned over and put her hand on one of Summer’s breasts. The rancher gasped in protest and tried to twist away.
“We could have some real fun, if you’ll be good,” purred Starr.
When she finished putting on the boots, Starr wadded her coveralls into a ball and tossed them, and her shoes, behind some rocks. From the back of the station wagon, she took a blanket and more cords.
“It was real nice of you to bring along everything I need to tie you up,” she said, eyeing her prisoner.
She found a clean white cloth and began tearing it into strips, smiling malevolently at Summer.
“I think you know what comes next.”
Summer shook her head weakly as Starr approached, a wad of cloth in her hand.
“No, please,” begged the rancher. “You don’t have to do that.”
Starr took her by the hair to force her head back, and jammed the wad deeply into Summer’s mouth. Next she took the long strip and wound it twice around Summer’s head, passing it between her teeth to hold in the gag.
“I may not have needed to gag you,” she said as she tied the ends behind Summer’s head, “but I really enjoyed shutting you up.”
The helpless woman watched as Starr wrapped the blanket around her and bound it in place, the last unsecured flap of blanket being pulled over her head. She shrieked in alarm as Starr shoved her into the cargo space of the station wagon and closed the gate.
“There you go, Sweetie,” cooed Starr. “Just be quiet and do what you’re told and nothing’ll happen to ya.”
She started around to the driver’s door.
“For a while anyway,” she said under her breath.

...and another excerpt from Chapter 3

Starr Bell lowered the big loop of rope over Copper Ryder’s bare shoulders and let it drop to just below her equally bare breasts. When she pulled on the free end the loop tightened around the girl’s torso. Copper gave a little grunt as the rope pinched her naked skin, but, seated on the couch with her wrists bound behind her back and her legs tied at the knees and ankles, there was little she could do to stop her captor. Starr began wrapping the cord around Copper’s body. There was enough to go around several times.
“It was a nice try, kid,” Starr mock consoled her as she worked. “You knew that somethin’ was up, but I was onto you right away. Ya gotta get up pretty early to put one over on Starr Bell.”
She tied a knot in the middle of Copper’s back. There were several feet of rope left, so Starr ran the end between Copper’s right arm and her side, around the body loop a couple times, out the front, up over her shoulder and behind her neck. Reversing the process on the other side firmly anchored the body loops. She tied off the end, then stepped back to admire her handiwork.
“There. That ought to keep you nice and snug.”
Copper tugged at the ropes and glared up at Starr.
“You really enjoyed tying me up like this, didn’t you?”
Starr leaned over and put her hands on her knees so she was eye to eye with Copper.
“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “But the part I liked best was having you strip to your panties before I started tying you.”
She reached both hands out and took Copper’s nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Copper froze.
“That way, ya know who’s in charge, right?”
Copper was holding her breath, wide-eyed. She slowly nodded. Starr let go, straightened up and laughed.
“You’re a smarted kid than I thought.”
“I’m no kid,” Copper said sullenly. “I’m twenty-one and I can take care of myself.”
“Oh, yeah,” mocked Starr. “That’s why you’re the one who’s tied up with your boobs hangin’ out.”
“Well, you just wait ‘til my Uncle Sky catches up to you,” Copper warned. “He’s out there with the Sheriff’s men and the State Police, and when they get you, you’ll be sorry.”
Starr laughed again.

excerpt from " Sky and the Hijackers Chapter 2 "

( and by the way, the 'Iron Sisters , Jill and Karen, are described as"Jill Irons, Karen’s nineteen-year-old sister. Jill wore the same outfit as Karen: blue jeans, boots, and a light blue work shirt with “Irons Transport” stitched over the left breast )



A very wise choice, Miss Irons,” the blonde said. She turned to the men. “Get the cars out of sight. We’ll take care of the women.”

One of the men waved an acknowledgment, and they headed back to the cars. The blonde drew a pistol of her own and pointed it in the direction of a rocky ravine at the side of the road.

“Let’s go, Miss Irons.”

Karen hesitated, watching as the couple dragged Jill toward them. The man in the larger truck had put it in gear and was edging forward. A fifth masked man stepped from behind the car barricade as the drivers started the engines.

“Well, well,” said the newest man, easily the tallest and best built of the gang. He also had a pleasant baritone voice. “They’re quite an attractive pair of sisters. This is going to be a pleasure, a real pleasure.”

“The girls and I can handle them,” the blonde said flatly. “All we need is one man to stand by. The rest of you can get the trucks ready to move.”

“I’ll be glad to stand by,” he said affably. “Especially since I know what you have in store for them.”

Karen looked apprehensively at the woman.

“What are you going to do?” she demanded, unable to keep a note of panic from her voice.

“Don’t worry,” the blonde replied. “Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“Nothing too bad, that is,” added the brunette woman, tucking her pistol into her belt and taking out a two foot piece of rope.

The couple from behind came up, pushing Jill ahead of them. Karen put an arm protectively around her younger and much smaller sister. The three women forced the sisters into the shelter of the rocks. The man ambled after them. A box of rope sat waiting in the ravine.

“Untie her,” the blonde ordered the woman who held Jill by the arm. “At least, for now. And then ladies---“ She looked at Karen and Jill --- “I want you both to strip.”

The wide-eyed sisters stared at her in disbelief.

“What?” cried Karen.

“I think you heard me. We want your clothes. And be quick about it or I’ll have Lois and Judy do it for you. And I’m sure some of the men would be glad to help.”

“I know I would,” said the tall man.

Jill’s hands were now free. She rubbed her wrists and looked anxiously at Karen.

“We don’t seem to have much choice,” Karen said as she reached for the top button of her blue work shirt. “Is it really worth all this trouble to ruin a two-bit trucking outfit?”

“You let us worry about the trouble,” said Lois, the distress signal woman. “Let’s see some skin. Right now.”

Excerpt from "Sky and the Starlets" Chapter 9

"Well, this certainly is a cozy little spot," said Arlene as she looked around the cabin. "Just like home if you're Davy Crockett."
The hunting cabin was rustic, though far from crude. It was an all-wooden, single-story structure with all the essentials needed to survive harsh weather. The wooden floor of the main room was almost entirely covered with a plain, thick rug. An iron stove and rough-hewn table with chairs sat at one end of the main room, and a homemade sofa and two easy chairs stood before the stone fireplace at the other. As Gloria and Baynes brought Copper and Amy inside, Arlene crossed the main room and drew aside the curtains that covered two doorways on the wall opposite the front of the cabin. These doorways led to two small bedrooms, both containing a small pot-bellied stove and a wooden bed covered with a bare mattress. After taking a quick look around, Arlene sauntered back to the two captives.
"Yeah, ladies. Like I said, all the comforts of home. This is just the place for you."
Both bound women looked uneasily around the cabin. They remained bound, hands behind their backs and arms lashed to their sides and backs several sets of loops, and gagged with wads of cloth held in their mouths by wide cloth bands tied between their jaws. Amy's arms were further secured by several turns of rope just below her elbows. Both were also naked above the waist. Amy wore only her uniform trousers and shoes, Copper her jeans and boots. Arlene put a hand on her chin and regarded the prisoners for a long moment, then walked a slow circle around the two, pausing once or twice to tug a rope or seize. Her inspection of their bonds complete, she stood in front of them again for a minute. Stepping forward, she reached out with both hands and began caressing Amy's breasts with her right hand and Copper's with her left.
"With all this superb equipment, it's hard to believe that you two aren't the movie stars. Yessir. There are definitely a lot of cute gals in this town."
Amy mewed indignantly into her gag and tried to pull away from Arlene's fingers. The blonde laughed unpleasantly.
"What's the matter, Deputy?" she asked. "Shy? About a great pair like yours? Well, there's one sure way to make you less self-conscious about your boobs. Bring us those chairs, Baynes."
Baynes took two chairs from the table by the stove and placed them behind Amy and Copper. Arlene pushed Amy roughly into one. Gloria tapped Copper on the shoulder as a sign that she should sit. Arlene dropped to one knee and began untying Amy's shoelaces.
"Take off Blondie's boots, Gloria."
Gloria took a hesitant step around Copper. Like the other gang members Gloria was hooded so her facial expressions could not be read, but Amy and Copper could sense indecisiveness from her jerky movements and the way she turning to Arlene for encouragement or approval. Finally she knelt in front of Copper and removed the girl's boots and socks. Amy was now barefoot as well. Arlene stood again.
"All right, ladies," Arlene announced. "On your feet."
Amy and Copper exchanged a glance. Amy gave a slight nod and stood up. Copper followed her lead.
"Now we get to the good stuff," Arlene said gleefully.
She bent slightly and reached for Amy's belt. As she unbuckled it she looked at Gloria.
"Go ahead, Gloria."
Gloria hesitated. Her head swung from Arlene to Amy to Copper and back to Arlene, then she leaned over and unfastened Copper's belt. She looked back to Arlene as though seeking more direction, but Arlene was busy pulling Amy's loosened trousers from her hips. She let go and the pants fell around Amy's feet. But Arlene was not finished. She took hold of both sides of the elastic waistband of the helpless deputy's panties and tugged them down as well. Amy gave a little involuntary gagged shriek as they dropped to the floor. She looked up in horror to see Jones come through the front door carrying the pack of rope.

Excerpt from Sky vs Spies Chapter 5

Estrelita Verdugo opened the door of the motel office with her key.

“Señora Noland! she called. Señora Noland! I am here.

There was no answer. The girls alarm at thinking that her usually unerring boss had overslept subsided when she saw the two trays of covered dishes sitting on the reception desk. She closed the door behind her and walked further into the room.

Señora! the girl called again. It is almost six-thirty!

Behind the registration desk was a doorway leading into Amzies small office. There was also a bathroom attached for the convenience of whoever was on duty. Thinking that Mrs. Noland must be in there, the girl went through the doorway.

She stopped abruptly. Her eyes widened, and both hands flew up to her face, and she gasped when she saw what was inside. Two women pointed pistols directly at her. Both women had their faces masked by large scarves that had been stretched across their faces and the four ends gathered and tied behind their heads. The scarves covered the women’s hair and hung down almost to their upper lips. Estrelita could see only their eyes peering out through eyeholes that had been cut in the fabric.

The straight-backed desk chair had been pulled from its place at the kneehole and moved to the center of the room. In it sat her employer, or a woman that Estrelita guessed was her employer Amzie Noland, dressed only in her bra and panties and bound with rope and gagged and blindfolded with strips of white cloth. Her hands had been passed between the outer stiles and the center splat of the chair’s back, then her wrists crossed and tightly tied. More ropes circled her torso and the chair, and several strands passed around her waist and secured where the seat, back, and legs of the chair all met. The woman’s bare legs were tied together at the knees and ankles, and a line ran from her ankle bonds to the stretcher directly under the seat. A band of brilliantly white cloth was bound around her head covering her eyes. Another ran around her head lower, passing between her jaws. Estrelita could see Amzie’s lips on either side of this band, and also some cloth ends between the band and the woman’s lips. There were even little stains of her lipstick on some of the ends. Evidently, the band held a packing wad of more of the same cloth in poor Amzie’s mouth.

Estrelita looked at the two women in horror.

“What have you done to Señora Noland? she cried.

Nothing really, replied one of the women. And nothing much will happen to you if you cooperate.

The two women were an ill-matched pair, despite being of similar height and build, and Estrelita could not help noticing that their figures were both quite sensational. One was dressed in blue jeans, a low cut top and sandals. The other wore a rather matronly style of lightweight dress with a floral print that looked oddly familiar and a pair of low-heeled shoes. It took a moment for the girl to recognize the dress. It was one of Amzie Noland’s.

“All right, girl,” said the other woman. “Strip.”

Estrelita’s eyes widened even more.

“You want me to take off my clothes? But why?”

“Never mind that,” said the first woman, the one wearing Amzie’s dress. “Just do it.”

Teary eyed, Estrelita began unbuttoning her uniform.

“But I am a good girl,” she began. “Now everyone will think that ---“

“Don’t worry about that,” said the woman. “They’ll know you had no choice.”

The woman wearing jeans turned to the desk, the top of which was piled high with rope and more cloths. She took a prepared wad of cloth and a long strip from the pile. As the frightened maid finished undoing the buttons the woman turned back to her. Estrelita was pulling the garment open and off her shoulders when the woman took a couple quick steps to her and forced the cloth wad into her mouth. Estrelita’s muffled mew of alarm brought an answering exclamation from Amzie Noland.

“Don’t fight it,” the woman said as she pushed the wad firmly into the girl’s mouth.

Estralita stopped resisting and stood quietly holding her unbuttoned uniform just off her shoulders. Though Estrelita was a small woman, the body revealed was an alluring one. She wore no slip, only a well filled white bra and panties. Her waist was trim, her hips nicely rounded and her legs shapely.

Once the woman had finished with the gag wad, she took the long strip of cloth and wound it around the girl’s head so that it passed between her teeth and secured the wadding. It was long enough the go around three times. She knotted it just under the base of the ponytail at the back of the girl’s neck, taking the uniform from Estrelita afterward. When her hands were empty, the girl reacted to her undressed state by folding her right arm across her chest and covering her pubic area with her left hand. Her captor noted the action.

“Pretty demure for such a hot little number, isn’t she?” she asked her partner.

The woman with the gun picked up a piece of rope from the desk and tossed it to the other.

“Maybe we should have her get rid of the bra too,” she suggested.

Both Estrelita and the helpless, unseeing Mrs. Noland responded with gagged protests. The woman in jeans casually reached over and began undoing the hooks of Estrelita’s bra. The girl looked at her with wide, pleading eyes and shook her head. The woman ignored her and continued unhooking. The bra came loose, and Estrelita grabbed for it before it could slip off. The woman pushed her hands away and pulled on the bra, causing it to fall off the girl’s shoulders. Estrelita tried to cover her breasts with her right hand and arm.

“Yessiree,” the masked woman went on. “This is one hot little tamale here, all right.” She turned to her partner. “What do you think?”

“How can I tell with her covering herself up like that?”

“Give me your hands, girl,” ordered the jean-clad woman.

Estrelita looked at the woman with the gun and meekly lowered her hands placed them behind her back. The woman in jeans crossed them and started to tie.

“Oh, yeah,” said the woman in the dress, eyeing the bare breasted Estrelita. “That’s one cute little señorita you’ve got there. Let me help you with her.”

She laid the pistol on the table and picked up a long piece of rope. As her partner bound Estrelita’s wrists, the other lifted her piece of rope over Estrelita’s head and let it drop just below her shoulder blades. She began winding it around the girl’s body and arms just below her breasts. The young maid looked down in alarm.

“All done,” said the woman in jeans as she stepped back and admired the tying job she had done on the prisoner’s wrists.

“I’ll finish with her,” said the other, continuing with her windings. “You’ve got to get dressed.”

The other woman immediately reached to her waist to unbutton her jeans. She quickly slid them off. Estrelita turned to watch her. The woman tying her around the arms and torso noticed and pulled a rope tight. Estrelita looked back with a grunt of protest.

“Stop being so nosy,” the woman said. She tied a very tight knot between the maid’s breasts. “I’d better keep you from seeing too much anyway.”

She took a strip of cloth from the desk and wound it into a long band. As Estrelita watched her apprehensively, the woman stepped behind the girl and bound the cloth over her eyes, causing her to emit another mew of protest. Mrs. Noland, hearing her maid’s distress gave a little mew of inquiry and protest into her own gag.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Noland,” said the woman soothingly. “Your little Estrelita’s going to be all right. We’re going to have to tie her up good and tight though. After all, she’s a little younger and more agile than you are.”

The other woman had now finished removing her jeans and low-cut peasant top. She took Estrelita’s uniform from where it had fallen and began putting it on. The already disguised woman was now looping more cords around the maid’s waist, further securing her arms against her body.

“How’s it fit?” asked her partner.

“All right. I’m going to need her shoes too.”

“Let’s get her on the floor.”

They forced her to kneel then lowered her to the office floor. The woman in the maid’s uniform slipped the no-lace style tennis shoes from Estrelita’s feet. As she tried them on her own feet, her partner took another length of rope and bound the girl’s ankles together.

“Look at that!” said the new maid. “Even the shoes fit!”

“Great.” The other woman tossed her a piece of rope. “Do up her legs, then hogtie her while I get myself and the trays ready.”

Within five minutes she had everything prepared. All the covered plates had been taken off the trays and replaced with their neatly folded clothes and six rolls of two-inch wide white adhesive tape. One pistol was on each tray as well. She took lightweight kitchen towels and covered both trays completely, then turned her attention to herself. She took up the wig from where she had left it hidden behind the reception desk. It was the same color and style of Amzie Noland’s hair. She stepped back into the office and glanced at her partner’s progress with Estrelita. The young maid’s bound legs were bent back, her tied ankles hovering over her plain white cotton panties. The other woman was finishing with the knots holding Estrelita’s ankles in place. The woman in the print dress took the wig and stepped into the small adjoining bathroom. She removed the scarf mask that covered her head. An angelic face surrounded by blond waves looked back from the mirror. The woman wound her hair on top of her head, slipped on the wig, and began tucking any visible blond strands under it. A sultry brunette appeared in the door, her dark hair rubber-banded into a ponytail as Estrelita's had been.

“All set?” asked Donna.

“All set,” replied Myra.

The two stepped back into the office. Donna surveyed the two bound women. With a mischievous wink, she reached around Amzie Noland and took a breast in each hand. The woman protested into her gag.

“Too bad I can’t reach the hooks on your bra too, Mrs. Noland,” she whispered to the captive. “You’re a pretty hot number yourself. I don’t mind playing you at all, since I can’t play with you.”

Mrs. Noland whimpered into the cloth stuffing. Donna chuckled. She knelt beside Estrelita and rolled the hogtied girl onto her side. She took a breast in each hand and massaged them for a few moments as the girl writhed and protested feebly. She stood up.

“Well, it’s been fun ladies. I wish we could have more fun with you, but business calls. Have a nice time and happy struggling.”

Myra giggled at Donna’s little joke. They returned to the office and each picked up a tray.

another excerpt from the same chapter

Sue Kendall, the new woman dispatcher for the Sheriff’s office, stood with her hands raised. She wore a checkered bathrobe, not having had time to get into her uniform yet. Sergeant Connie Wade, wearing a loose-fitting skirt and blouse, also had her hands up, a sane enough response to the two pistols trained on them. From the closed bathroom door behind Connie came the sound of water running in the shower.

“The Captain’s running a little late today,” the woman in the floral dress said matter-of-factly. “That’s good. It’ll give us a chance to get a little acquainted.”

She strolled over to Sue and pulled on the belt of her bathrobe. The robe fell open to reveal a white, baby-doll type nightgown with matching panties.

“Lose the robe, Deputy.”

The pretty, dark-haired girl slipped the robe off her arms. She was slender and shapely, her well-sculpted legs and hips making up for an average bust size. She bit her lower lip nervously as the woman surveyed her.

“Very cute, Deputy.”

Sue’s face reddened. She lowered her eyes.

“I’m not a deputy,” she said softly. “I’m just a dispatcher.”

The woman reached over and fingered the material of her nightie.

“Oh, yeah? Well let’s see how fast you two can dispatch your clothes onto the dresser.”

The eyes of both women opened wide.

The woman in the maid’s uniform spoke up.

“And let’s not forget anything, ladies. Every stitch.”

Sue turned to Sergeant Wade. The blonde shrugged.

“We don’t have any choice,” she said and unbuckled her skirt belt.

Sue reached for the button that fastened her nightie just above her breasts. She looked uneasily at the maid as she took a couple rolls of adhesive tape from one of the trays.

Excerpt from Sky vs Spies Chapter 9


Summer Smithers stumbled and fell to her knees in the sand. With the large ballgag and adhesive tape keeping her from breathing through her mouth, the pace her captors had set was just too fast for her. Blond Donna turned and arched an eyebrow at her.

“What’s the matter, Rancher Lady? Can’t keep up?”

Myra stopped too. Though Copper was still on her feet, it was obvious that the girl was having difficulty too. Both prisoners had sweated through their shirts.

“Mine can’t keep up either,” said Myra. “What’ll we do?”

Donna looked innocently at her cousin.

“They just need some encouragement.”

She turned to Summer with her peculiar, angelic smile and yanked hard on Summer’s leash. The noose tightened about the woman’s neck. She began to make gurgling noises.

“Come on, Sweetie,” Donna said gently. “Get up now.”

Summer got one foot back on the ground and tried to push herself up, but wobbled and appeared ready to fall. Donna showed no signs of letting any slack into the line around her neck. Myra opened her mouth to say something.

Before she could speak, Bradford took three or four quick steps forward and grabbed the leash rope. With one strong motion he pulled it from Donna’s hands. The loop about Summer’s throat released. She looked gratefully up at him.

Donna regarded the big man with amusement.

“Well, Bradford. Aren’t you the gallant gentleman?” she said. The smile remained on her face, but her eyes glittered dangerously. “However, if you ever do anything like that again---“

“You’ll… what?”

Though his voice was very quiet, he seemed to grow taller. His face darkened and his dark eyes blazed. Again he was the image of a powerful Indian chief. Myra took a step back, and even Donna recoiled a bit. The glitter in her eyes faded to be replaced by amusement.

“I’ll tell my Auntie that you aren’t letting us have our innocent fun,” she finished.

Bradford took Summer by the arm and helped her to her feet. He removed the noose from her neck.

“Let’s go,” said Bradford. “The car’s not far away.”

Donna took Summer by the arm and led her away. Myra looked uncertainly at him and removed the leash from Copper herself. She touched the petite blonde on the arm as a sign she should move, and they began walking. Bradford tossed the noose-leash into some nearby brush then followed.

In less than five minutes they found Klee leaning his back on the car. He licked his lips when her saw the two prisoners with their sweat-soaked shirts plastered to their bodies.

“You must’ve given ‘em quite a workout,” he said. He licked his lips again.

Donna looked at him, still smiling. She avoided looking at Bradford.

“Sorry we can’t let you have a little fun with them, Klee. Maybe later. For now just open the trunk.”

Klee took the keys from his pocket and went ahead to open the trunk. Donna and Myra marched their prisoners to the rear of the car. Klee popped the trunk lid and waited hopefully. Donna stretched out her hand.

“Give me your gun, Klee.”

“Huh?”

“Your gun. I need your gun.” Her eyes darted to Bradford who stood glowering at her at the other end of the car. “Just to keep them covered for a minute.”

Klee took the revolver from his belt and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said keeping her eyes on the two prisoners. As though remembering he was there, she turned to him and added. “Go on up and have a word with Bradford. He’s nervous. Maybe you can calm him down.”

Thoroughly puzzled, Klee ambled over to Bradford. The bigger man did not even look at him. Klee said nothing.

“Untie their hands,” Donna told Myra. As the brunette went to work, Donna pointed the gun in their direction and added: “This is only temporary, girls. Don’t try to take off those gags or you’ll be real sorry. Understand?”

Both women nodded. When Copper’s hands were free, the girl rubbed her wrists gently as Myra moved over to untie Summer’s hands. When Myra was finished, she stepped over and opened the back door of the sedan, emerging with a small duffel bag.

“All right, girls,” said Donna. “It’s a long ride home and there’s only room for four in the car, so you’ll have to ride in the trunk.” She smirked at them. “It’ll be pretty hot in there, so go ahead and strip.”

One side of Myra’s mouth curled in a sardonic smile.

“We’re only thinking of your comfort, you know.”

Copper’s eyes grew wide over the tape. Summer hummed something into her gag.

“You heard me,” Donna ordered. “Strip. Take everything off.”

Copper and Summer looked at one another again. Summer shrugged and unbuckled her belt as Donna and Myra beamed at them.

(...)

Summer Smithers rolled her sweat soaked panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Copper stood next to her, still gagged, now naked, and very unsure about what to do with her hands. Donna and Myra were ogling them hungrily.

“Very pretty, don’t you think, Myra?” asked Donna.

Myra looked Copper up and down. The girl moved her left hand to cover her crotch and folded her right arm over her bare breasts.

“Yummy!” said Myra. She turned the duffel bag upside down, spilling coils of brilliantly white clothesline on the ground.

“Okay, girls,” Donna announced. “It’s time to tie you up again. But this time we do it for real. Hands behind you, and keep real still.”

The two prisoners slowly turned around and presented their hands for binding. Donna crossed Summer’s wrists left over right and began looping them with cord. Myra tied Copper’s wrists palm-to-palm. Longer lengths of cord went around their arms and bodies just below their breasts and elbows and around their waists, trapping their arms tightly against their sides and backs. Myra spread a thick blanket over the trunk floor, arranging it so that its edge extended beyond the trunk covering the rear bumper.

“Have a seat, girls,” Myra said.

Summer and Copper sat on the bumper. Their captors bound their legs at the ankles and above and below the knees. Donna stood admiring their work as Myra scooped up most of the unused ropes and returned them to the duffel. When she straightened up, she held another roll of wide tape.

“Blindfolds?” she asked Donna hopefully.

“What for? They won’t see anything from the trunk.”

Now Myra pouted.

“But I like blindfolds a lot. I want them.”

“We’ll blindfold them tonight,” said Donna consolingly. She smiled mischievously. “When we take them to bed.”

They both giggled.

“Won’t that be great!” squealed Myra. She looked longingly at their prisoners. “They certainly are a lovely sight!” she murmured.

Donna stepped over to the side of the car.

“All right you two,” she called to the men.

Klee, who had been barely able to control himself while watching, and the impassive Bradford stepped forward. Donna was studying the two bound women thoughtfully, an index finger in the center of her slightly pursed lips said:

“I think that Miss Ryder should go in first.”

The two men picked up Copper and laid her in the trunk. Donna strolled over and regarded her thoughtfully.

“Bend her legs back,” she ordered.

When they did, she used one of the remaining pieces of rope to connect the petite blonde’s ankle and wrist bonds. She doubled two more pieces and laid them one the floor, making sure to scoot them under Copper’s body, one just below her waist and the other near her shoulder blades.

“All right,” she said. “Now the other one.”

Bradford took Summer by the shoulders, Klee by the feet. They lifted Summer as though they intended to put in the trunk face-to-face with her friend.

“Oh, not like that,” Donna mock scolded them. She smiled wickedly. “Put them face-to-bush.”

Klee and Bradford lifted turned and put Summer in the trunk so that her face was opposite Copper’s crotch and vice-versa. Myra added a hogtie connection to Summer’s hands and feet. Then she and Donna each wrapped one of the doubled ropes from the floor around the women and passed the free ands through the ‘lark’s head’ loop. When they pulled the loops about the women tightened, pressing them against one another. They tied the ends off.

“There!” said Donna. “After a while, I expect you two will be real good friends.”

“If you aren’t already,” added Myra.

The two giggled. Donna took Myra in her arms and kissed her long and deeply.

“See how much fun it can be?” asked Donna. Myra giggled again then reached up for the trunk lid.

“Well, bye for a while girls,” she said. “I hope you have a good time.”

She slammed the lid, shutting Copper and Summer in the trunk. In a few moments, the engine started and the car began to bump along over the uneven desert floor.

Copper Ryder strained at the ropes holding her hands behind her back. It was no use. The knots were too secure. She and Summer were helpless and on their way to some kind of ordeal at the hands of these monstrous girls. There seemed to be no escape.

“Sky’ll save us,” the girl told herself. “Somehow he’ll find us and save us.”

But she had no idea how.

Excerpts from Sky and Hijiackers Chapters 5 and 6





Melissa Paul looked up from her digging as a County Sheriff’s car led two trucks up the dirt road to the camp.

“Dr. Fields!” she called. “The trucks are here.”

Melissa stood up. She was a tall, slightly fleshy girl, with a very pretty, slightly round face that was, despite her wide-brimmed straw hat, attractively freckled from the sun. The slight thickness of her waist was made less obvious because of the large, firm breasts that pressed against her shape-hugging bandeau top with horizontal red stripes. Her bare shoulders were also lightly freckled. She wore cut-off blue jeans that flatteringly displayed her long, shapely legs. On her feet were short, thick-soled brown boots and white mid-calf socks.

Dr. Fields sat writing at a card table under a large, open white-canopied tent. At Melissa’s call she stood up and walked toward the girl, again putting her hand under the brim of her helmet to give additional shade to her eyes.

“Any sign of anyone following them?” Dr. Fields called to Melissa.

The tall girl craned her neck, then turned back shaking her head.

“Not that I can see.”

Dr. Fields turned back to the camp.

“Alice! Stephanie!”

Two more college girls came out of one of the tents. One was short and dark-haired with a cute, intelligent face dominated by a pair of glasses with large, dark-rimmed frames. She wore the same style spelunker’s boots as Melissa with khaki shorts and a dark green T-shirt. The other girl was between the heights of her two friends. Her light brown hair was bound into a ponytail long enough to fall between her shoulder blades. She also wore hiker’s boots and khaki shorts, but her T-shirt was white. None of the girls were ravishing beauties or cover model types, but they were all bright looking, active and attractive young women.

“Do you want me to bring up the wheelbarrow, Dr. Fields?” asked the short, dark girl.

“Yes, you’d better do that, Alice. They won’t be able to get the trucks very close to the supply tent today. And did you bring the empty water jugs down, Stephanie?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the ponytail girl replied, pointing to six empty glass containers near the trail. “But why are there police with the trucks today?”

“Just to be certain that they make it safely to us, dear,” said Jeanette patiently. “I’ll tell you all later. The important thing is that they’re here now. So let’s hurry.”

Alice trotted off in search of the wheelbarrow while Melissa knelt on the double folded towel she had put down to protect her knees by her digging. Dr. Fields and Stephanie walked over to the road to meet the trucks. Karen Irons stepped down from the larger truck carrying a clipboard. Jill got out of the panel truck and immediately opened the side door.

“Good morning, Dr. Fields,” Karen said with a smile. “I’m glad to say that we made it.”

“I hear there were some adventures involved this morning,” said Dr. Fields.

“Adventures?” said Stephanie with wide-eyed interest.

“We were nearly hijacked by four men with guns,” said Karen.

Melissa put down her trowel and started over to them. Alice ran the last few steps before dropping the handles of the wheelbarrow.

“Hijacked?” she cried eagerly.

“You must tell us all about it when we’ve unloaded everything,” said Dr. Fields.

“How did you escape them?” asked Stephanie, refusing to wait.

“Well it was the State Police and the Sheriff’s deputies who protected us,” Karen began. “I really don’t know what we’d have done if it weren’t for---“

She had turned to introduce Amy and Sue, but stopped abruptly when she saw that the two uniformed women were strangers and had pistols leveled at them.

“Good morning, ladies,” said the taller of the women. “We’re giving you a little surprise party this morning. Let’s go into that big tent over there.” She looked at Stephanie. “Is there any rope in camp, sweetie?”

Stephanie was unable to speak for a moment. Finally she gulped and stammered:

“I think th-there’s some in th-the supply tent.”

“Wonderful. You and your little friend with the glasses can show my friend Judy where it is, and bring us some.” She waved her pistol at the other women. “The rest of you, in the tent.”

(...)

Dr. Jeanette Fields looked around the tent. Across from her, Karen and Jill Irons, wearing only bras and panties, sat tightly tied to two high-backed wooden chairs. The two blondes were quite helpless, having first been bound hands, arms, legs and feet, then secured to the sturdy chairs with multiple loops of cord around their bodies and the chair backs and seats. Their bound feet had then been pulled back under their chair seats and tethered to the rear stretchers. They were unable to move their chairs at all, let alone give any assistance to their fellow prisoners. Karen’s writhing in her bonds had caused the right cup of her brassiere to slip slightly. She continued to struggle, despite the possibility that her breasts might be exposed.

Two of Dr. Fields’ assistants, Alice and Stephanie, sat struggling on the cot next to their teacher. Both girls, as with the Irons sisters, were clad only in bras and panties. Both were gamely fighting the ropes that bound them, but they had been unsuccessful in freeing themselves. Alice had been particularly animated in her struggles, and when she paused for breath the girl made a low growling sound to vent her frustration. Unlike the other captives, both Alice and Stephanie had had their ankles crossed before binding. This left them, like the Irons sisters, unable to stand to help the women around them. If they were to free themselves, it was up to Dr. Fields and Melissa, sitting bound and bare-breasted side by side on another cot, to do it.

Dr. Fields stood up and motioned with her head that Melissa should do the same. The well-endowed girl looked at Dr. Fields quizzically, then nodded and pushed herself to her feet. With another head wag to indicate ‘follow me,’ the bound archaeologist began to hop toward the door of the tent. Melissa took two hops then, noticing the bouncing of her large breasts, stopped and flushed bright red, looking sheepishly at the others. The bound women mewed encouragement through their gags and made motions with their heads to urge her to continue. She nodded to them and continued hopping after Dr. Fields.

Jeanette Fields paused just outside the tent, as much to look for the most obvious place to find a knife or blade as to wait for her student. Melissa looked toward the open tent serving as an office and mewed into her gag. Dr. Fields followed the motion of Melissa’s head and direction of her eyes and saw what the girl had spotted: a pair of scissors in the center of the small wooden table Jeanette had been using as her writing desk. Gesturing for Melissa to follow her again, Dr. Fields hopped toward the office tent. Their captors had forced them to remove their shoes as well as their outer clothing, and the rocky and warm sand drew grunts of discomfort with the landing of every hop. Fortunately, the office tent was not far away. Once inside, however, the two bound women found that the table, though not very large, was just wide enough that they were unable to reach the scissors either with tied hands, pinned so closely to their backs, or by bending over the table and trying to trap them under their chins. The only other choice was the mess tent. They were about to set out when they heard a man’s voice.

“Dr. Fields! Dr. Fields, are you here?”

Both women mewed into their gags in alarm and froze, uncertain whether they should seek help or attempt to hide. Before they could move, the voice called again.

“Dr. Fields, it’s Sky Ryder! Where are you?”

Melissa looked at Jeanette Fields who sighed in relief and began calling as best she could through the gag. Melissa joined her, and in a moment the tall rancher and his tiny, shapely blond niece came into view.

“Jeanette!” exclaimed Sky. “Don’t move. We’ll have you free in no time.”

Sky and Copper ran to the tent. Sky gently peeled the tape from Dr. Fields’ mouth. Melissa had to bend over to help Copper do the same for her.

“Poor things!” said Copper, trying to pull up Melissa’s bandeau top to cover her breasts with one hand as she carefully pulled off the adhesive tape with the other. “What have they done to you?”

“Oh, Sky!” gasped Jeanette. “I never thought I’d be so glad to be so embarrassed. It was two women dressed as deputies and two men. They forced us to undress and left us all bound and gagged.”

Sky produced his pocketknife and started cutting the ropes binding her.

“Where are the others?” he asked.

Jeanette nodded toward the other tent.

“They’re tied up in that tent over there.”

Karen and Jill too?” asked Copper.

Dr. Fields nodded.

“They took the trucks and all our supplies. Leaving us tied was supposed to be some kind of lesson to us.”

“Did you see which way they went?”

She shook her head.

“We were all inside the tent when they left. We couldn’t see out.”

“Never mind,” said Sky with determination. “We’ll get everyone free, then I’m going after them.”

Copper stopped in the middle of sawing one of the bands of cord around Melissa’s arms and body.

“You mean we’re going after them, don’t you, Sky?”

Dr. Jeanette Fields smiled approvingly at her.