" the savage Sisters go Shopping" by Blacksheepboy413

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( this tale has been written as a commission of mine, many years ago)



the Savage Sisters go shopping
by blacksheepboy413

The Savage Sisters Go Shopping

Chrissy and Missy Savage were, at one time, very successful child TV stars. They had been on the popular family sitcom "Who's In Charge?!" which ran for eight years.

And then after that, the work dried up. They weren't children anymore, and no one wanted to hire them.

It wasn't long, however, before the sisters found their true calling: getting into the professional kidnapping business. It was a tough market, but if you knew what you were doing you could really excel at it. There was a whole network of professional kidnappers, and many of them had wealth beyond belief.

The Savage sisters weren't quite at that point yet. At the time, they were new to the game. Chrissy was 23 and Missy was 20. But their former celebrity status awarded them attention in the kidnapping industry.

It didn't hurt that they were nice to look at either. They had blossomed from their cute baby-fat days of youth into blonde, leggy knock-outs.

Still, they had a long way to go if they wanted to reach the heights of someone like Cassandra Clack, who was a legend in the biz. Everyone who was anyone in the Professional Kidnapping game knew who Cassandra Clack was.

The thing was though, at this time, she was inactive. No one had seen or heard from her in over a year. Had she retired? Died? Been arrested?

No one knew.

But the Savage sisters would hear stories about her, and sigh, and dream that someday they could live up to the incredibly high standards Cassandra Clack had raised.

It was a chilly January night, and the Savage sisters were cruising around the city in their cherry-red convertible. Chrissy drove, while Missy sat in the passenger seat, flipping through a shoe catalogue.

Despite the chill, the girls had the top of the convertible down---because, as Missy put it, what the fuck was the point of driving a convertible with the top up?

"I'm hungry," Missy said, yawning.

"Yeah, but we ate yesterday," Chrissy said, lighting a cigarette. "We need to watch our figures."

"Do we really, though? I think we're pretty hot now."

"We could always be hotter."

"I guess. Still, I could go for something."

"You're not hungry; you're just bored."

"That's true," Missy said, sighing. "We've been driving around for HOURS--let's just go somewhere!"

"I don't know where."

"Me either."

Missy turned the car down a back alley and continued to drive. There were a group of girls walking down the side of the alley. They were dressed to the 9s in sexy skirts and pumps, their hair done to perfection.

"Look at these sluts," Missy said, laughing. "Where are they off to?"

"There's some hot club around here," Chrissy said.

"We should go!'

"I don't want to go to a club."

"Don't be boring, Chrissy. I want to dance. And maybe get dry-humped."

"You're hopeless."

Missy saw a girl was trailing far behind the ground; she didn't appear to be with the girls, but on her own. Then she saw the girls boots. They were shiny black Jimmy Choo high-heeled boots that came up to the calves.

"Oh. My. God," Missy gasped.

"What?"

"I want those boots!" Missy said, pointing to the girl.

"They are nice."

"Pull over."

"Oh, come on."

"Bitch, pull over," Missy said, playfully slapping Chrissy on the arm.

Chrissy pulled the car up next to the girl in the Jimmy Choo boots and killed the engine. The other club girls had vanished around a corner--likely they had found this mythical club.

The girl in the boots was cute; Asian, with short cropped black hair and glittery lipstick. She looked at the Savage sisters, confused.

Missy got out of the car.

"Hi!" she said to the girl.

"Uh, hi...," the girl said, unsure.

"I L-O-V-E your boots, OMG," Missy said, actually saying the letters OMG.

"Oh. Thanks," the girl said, smiling.

"Yeah. Give them to me," Missy said, smiling.

The girl looked confused. "I, uh...what?"

"Your boots, give them to me."

"I don't understand."

Chrissy, still in the car, giggled.

"I said," Missy said, getting right in the girls face. "Give me your fucking boots."

"Are you crazy?" the girl said.

Missy grinned. In a flash, she had produced a thick foam ball from the pocket of her leather jacket, and with lightning speed she shoved it hard into the girls mouth.

"GHMMNPH!" the girl cried, her eyes going wide.

Missy produced a roll of duct tape and began wrapping it around the girls mouth.

"I could use some help!" Missy said, as the girl was beginning to struggle and try to break away.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted the boots," Chrissy said.

"C'MON! Please!"

"Fine," Chrissy said. She grabbed the girl by the legs while Missy bound the girl's hands behind her back with the tape. They forced the girl to the convertible, where she continued to struggle. But it was hopeless--the Savage sisters had her good and trussed up in seconds.

"Now, those boots," Missy said, pulling the boots off of the girls feet. Chrissy then bound the girls ankles together with more tape.

"Pop the trunk," Chrissy said. Missy did so, and the terrified, struggling girl was dumped in. The trunk was slammed shut.

Missy took off her own shoes and put the boots on. They fit perfectly.

"How do I look?"

"Smashing," Chrissy said. "I'm jealous. I want new boots."

Missy grinned deviously. "I have an idea."

They parked the car out of site, and took their bag of "tools" with them. And waited.

There was a dumpster near-by, and the sisters crouched down behind it, waiting. More girls soon came walking by, and the sisters would take stock of each one and what they were wearing.

Finally, a sexy looking black girl came strutting down the alley wearing boots that Chrissy quite liked, and the girls were upon her in a flash. She was bound and gagged with the tape, her boots removed, and then she was stuffed into the trunk with the other captive.

The evening progressed in a similar fashion, with the girls crouching behind the dumpster. Whenever a pretty clubber girl would come by with an appealing object of clothing, they were on her like a lion on a gazelle.

"We're running out of room in the trunk," Missy said later.

"You're right," Chrissy said. There were six bound and gagged girls crammed into the trunk like sardines.

"I think we've got enough for tonight," Missy said, holding up the large pile of clothing.

So the sisters retreated back to a local hideout, where the six captives were huddled into the basement and bound to hooks hanging in the ceiling.

The captive girls stood side by side on their tip-toes, their hands stretched above their head. Their tape gags had been swapped out with drool-inducing ball gags. Their clothes had been swapped out with nothing--all were nude.

The Savage sisters took turns taking photos posing with their hanging captives, and they took turns trying to get one of the captives to cum first---by using high powered vibrators on all of them.

Chrissy won, getting a pretty red-head to cum and cum hard.

The Sisters got down on the floor and painted the toenails of all their captives.

Then it was time for bed. They showered, dried off, dressed in tiny panties and a tiny t-shirts, and crawled into the bed they shared. Chrissy spooned Missy.

"Good day," Missy said.

"It sure was," Chrissy said. "We'll call the Russian tomorrow and sell the girls."

"Sounds good," Missy said. "But I get a higher cut this time.

Chrissy pushed her away. "Says who?!"

"it was my idea!"

"it was not! You just wanted the boots!"

"Yeah well, it was my idea to take all the girls."

"Bullshit! 50/50 is the cut."

"70/50," Missy said.

"That doesn't even add up, you idiot."

"YOU'RE the idiot!" Missy said, tackling her sister. The sisters wrestled around on the bed, slapping each other and pulling each others hair, while their nude captives shivered in the freezing basement.

The End