Attack of the Banshee's ( A Request by Esercito)
Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 10:50 pm
The following is the first of two one shots, requested by Esercito. Here two thieving Irish travellers, Cora and Aisling Collins are preparing to ambush two innocent American tourists, outside London simply for their clothes, money and bikes in order to live their identities. It is a ritual that they have repeated up and down the UK. This is their story...
Before we start, I have been requested to make the following disclaimer: No fictional characters were hurt in the making of this story.
" Are sure this is going to work, Aisling?" Said Cora as she watched her older sister Aisling tie a length of rope across the road. " Trust me Cora, I have seen this in Great Escape. Steve McQueen ambushed this Nazi on a bike. He ties a rope across the road, along comes the Nazi on his bike. Hits the rope. CRACK." Aisling clapped her hands together, smacking her palms together for emphasis." He comes off his bike, Steven knocks him out, steals his uniform and bike. Bob's your father's brother." Cora shook her head. "Yeah, but it didn't turn out so well for him did it? The Nazis caught him before he leapt the Swiss border." Aisling rolled her eyes. "What's with the negative waves, sweet sister? Haven't I always come through for us?" Cora chuckled as she recalled all the women they had ambushed and stripped, since they were teenagers. These American cyclists, were no exception. Aisling had planned this ambush perfectly, she even had knocked out a waitress at a pub, and stole the woman's clothes just to eavesdrop on their plans." When they often call me the straight younger sister, I like to think I keep you grounded and stop that inflated head of yours from lifting off your shoulders, Aisling." The two sisters laughed. At 25 and 22 respectively, the Collins sisters were known as the Banshees by both the media and the fuzz, female thieves who specialise in robbing beautiful tourists. They would ambush the women steal their clothes and money, leaving them naked, unconscious and bound in the woods just as their way of getting freebies. Their mother had taught them everything they knew about cons, ambushes and stripping clothes from unconscious women. The rest they picked up from their favourite movies, like this particular caper. Both Sisters were flame headed Irish maidens, both inheriting their father's rogueish good looks, high cheekbones rounded features, but their mothers almond shaped sapphire eyes. Aisling had her long red hair braided in a ponytail, whereas her younger sister Cora had a curtain of shoulder length red hair, cut into a Bob a single braid ran from the top of her head to her chin, down the left hand side . The sisters were now orphans, since their mother Dierdre passed from breast cancer two years back , it was now Aislings job to be strong for Cora to lead them in living their lives the way they wanted to. Although sometimes Aisling wondered if it was Cora who was looking after her. She glanced at her stolen wrist watch. " Ok, we are on they should be here any minute now." Aisling ran across the road, sliding down the bank to join Cora. "Ready to see the magic happen." Quipped a cocksure Aisling to Cora, who rolled her eyes smiling.
Riley Carmichael and her best friend Taylor Masters felt euphoria as they felt the wind gust through their hair as they rode at high speed, down the country road. At 22 and 21, the two young American tourists were on a gap year taking in a cycling tour of the UK. They were both studing law at Harvard, but had taken this vacation to get away from the stuffy lecture halls and dry boring old lecturers . They were on the second week of their 5 week tour, and had decided to go to London, it was the first time they had visited the British Capital. To get there a little faster, the girls had decided to keep to these deserted country lanes to avoid dense traffic, so far it had worked. Riley had remembered the advice some pretty red headed Irish waitress, in the last pub they had visited had given her, and it had shaved hours from their trip. Riley was a looker, with shallow cheekbones heart shaped features and big pretty doe shaped brown eyes, her long brown hair done up in a long ponytail that reached down to the small of her back. She was dressed in a tight white tank top, that showed off her impressive C-cup breasts, and a pair of tight denim hot pants belted with a white patterned belt, covered her pert firm ass with black converse all star trainers on her feet with white socks. Under her clothes she wore a pastel blue lace bra with matching G-string thong. Riley wore a heart chain necklace with studded earrings, and a simple navel piercing. A black cycling helmet perched on her head, completed her look. Her friend Taylor wasn't a slouch either, with sculptured cheekbones angular features and big beautiful blue eyes, her shoulder length blonde hair done up in braided pigtails under her blue cycle helmet. Taylor who was a little more into cycling then Riley, wearing a blue and black riding outfit, which consisted of a tight lycra halter top with matching lycra pants and white laced trainers. Riley could see the nipples peaking through Taylor's tight top, feeling her own stiffen at the sight of marveling at her friend's toned athletic body and she was pretty sure that just like yesterday Taylor was not wearing any panties either. Taylor had said it helped with her aerodynamics or something like that, but Riley didn't care if it meant she could ogle Taylor while they rode. As they rounded the next bend, Riley whooped in joy. " This is the life isn't it, Taylor. The open road road, and the wind in her faces. What could be better?" Taylor quickly caught up to her. "Well there is one other thing, I can think of." Riley glanced at her, wondering if her time had come. "What's that, Taylor?" The blonde put her hands on hips, giving Riley a full view of her toned athletic curves. "I have seen the way you look at me Riley, and I have to s--ugh." Riley never heard what Taylor had to say about her advances, as both women were yanked off their bikes hitting the rope Aisling had tied across the road at chest height. They tumbled to the tarmac, stunned by the impact.
Reacting quickly, the sisters fell upon the stunned Americans. Aisling grabbed the brunette in a rear chokehold, cutting the blood supply and oxygen to her brain, dragging her into the road ditch clamping a hand across her mouth stifling her cries, and twisting her arm around her slender throat. After 30 seconds, the brunette let a sexy little rattle as she slumped into Aisling's arms unconscious. " What did I tell you? Just like in the movie. Steve McQueen, eat your heart out." She looked up to see her little sister had retrieved a small length of dead wood, the blonde stirred as she glanced up at Cora. "Who are--ugh!" Was all she could manage before Cora whacked her over the head with it, knocking her unconscious. " Nighty-night, Yank." She said to the unconscious blonde, as she dragged her into the road ditch. When Aisling shot her a quizzical look, she shrugged. "What?" Aisling chuckled as she removed the brunettes cycling helmet. " That's my little sister. You always favoured the direct approach, a neck-chop or something heavy. You should really enjoy knocking a bird out. That's why I choke them out, I get all aroused. It's very sexy." Cora rummaged around the blondes lycra pants, looking for her wallet. " I don't need advice in getting horny from my older sister, I get a better rise by hitting someone, you know that." Cora smiled as she pulled out the blondes wallet. "Taylor Masters, 21 from Boston, Massachusetts. Well you picked the wrong Day to go cycling in your pyjamas didn't you, bitch." Aisling sniggered as she fished out the brunettes wallet. "Riley Carmichael, 22, from Washington. Why do all these Yankee girls have boys names? It's fucking unseemly if you ask me." She said as she found £500 tucked away in the girl's purse, along with an American Express card. " Maybe their parents wanted boys. You just don't know with Americans." Cora replied as she thumbed through the £1000 pounds, she had recovered along with a MasterCard. " Ok Cora, let's clear the road and get these two stripped and trussed up." After they had cleared the road of the rope snare and bikes off the road, the banshees got to work stripping their prey.
After stripping off the clothing they had stolen from their previous victims, the Collins sisters began to strip the unconscious tourists. " You do know, that this bitch. Isn't wearing any skivvies right, I can see her nipples." Cora complained as she unlaced Taylor's white sneakers, followed by her helmet. " Never known you to be so shy, Cora? It's clothes, she is wearing them, you need them. What's the issue?" Said Aisling as she removed Riley's jewellery and accessories, including the navel piercing putting them on. "It's like she is practically wearing her underwear. I not used to going commando, is all." Aisling grinned at her sister as she removed the unconscious brunettes converse trainers and socks. " Damn, converse all-stars." She let out a huge whistle. " These should fetch a pretty penny, when I'am done with them." Cora looked over a little look of jealousy in her eyes as she started to pull down the blondes lycra pants. " Lucky cow. You get converse trainers and all I get is cheap white sneakers, cheap bitch." Cora said to the unconscious Taylor, she then let a wolf whistle as she saw the blondes small pink vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of gold pubic hair. " A cheap bitch, with a nice trimmed snatch. You are lucky after all, sister of mine." Aisling called over, as she peeled off Riley's tight denim hot pants, down her long divine legs. " Well looky here. She must have been holding out a candle for our sweet little Taylor over there." Aisling gestured to Riley's blue pastel lace G-string. " Reminds me of one your exes, sister. Didn't she have a thing for thongs?" Cora replied as she started to pull Taylor's lycra top over her head. "Yeah, Tracey Stone. Beautiful British girl, great tits. A lot like pretty little Riley here. Well your knickers are coming off in,3,21." Aisling whipped off Riley's G-string, exposing her small trimmed snatch crowned with a thin strip of brown pubic hair. "Say what you like about Americans, their girls scrub up well." For a second time, Cora had let out a wolf whistle. " Get a load of these beauties." She said, gesturing to the full rounded C-cup breasts of Taylor, with full roundel shaped pink areolas. "Well I'll be, she is definitely loaded. Give them a feel sis, you know you want to." Cora laughed as she gently caressed and fondled the breasts of the unconscious Taylor, letting out small moans of desire. Leaving her sister to enjoy herself, Aisling pulled off Riley's tanktop revealing a matching pastel blue lace bra. Then after turning the sleeping Riley onto her side, unclasped the undergarment maneuvering it off her body getting a good look at her exquisite C-cups with circular perky dark pink areolas. " Don't mind if I do, my sweet Riley." Aisling fondled and groped Riley's naked breasts, letting out moans of pleasure and lusts as she did so, she kissed the unconscious girl full on the mouth. "That's for letting me borrow your clothes, sweetheart." As she started to get dressed in Riley's clothing, Cora approached her. She was already fully dressed in Taylor's lycra outfit, and had already bound and gagged the unconscious naked blonde, using the clothing and underwear from her previous victim, a Dutch tourist." Come on, Aisling. You are lagging behind me, again. You have way to much fun. I will bind and gag little Riley while you get dressed." Aisling shot her sister a scandalous look as she pulled on Riley's denim shorts and tanktop. " Pot kettle black, little sister. You have a little fun too. Like we did with those Dutch girls remember." Cora shook her head, as she bound Riley's arms and legs with the jeans and pink tank top Aisling had stolen from the pub waitress" That was different, we had drugged them and had plenty of time with them. These two could wake at any minute, speed is of the essence when we don't have the sedatives." Aisling could see her sisters logic. " Always the clever one. Sometimes I think it's you thats looking out for me." Cora smiled as she worked Riley's scrunchie loose, shoving it into her mouth then gagging her with the waitresses pink thong panties. " We are the only family we have got left, Aisling. It's us against the world, the law and these people." After lacing up Riley's sneakers and strapping on her helmet, Aisling drew Cora into a huge bear hug. " I love you, my sweet baby sister. I don't know where I would be without you." Cora smiled tapping her sisters shoulder. "In jail that's where. I think I saw a nice fallen log back here, we can shove our two sleeping beauties inside." Laughing the two sisters hauled the naked American Tourists over their shoulders, groping their asses as they walked over to an empty log. After shoving them inside, their feet sticking out like two lovers in a bed, the Banshees picked up their new bikes wheeling them onto the road.
" So shall we hit London, Aisling? Plenty of places were we can empty their bank accounts. And cousin Fergus as that Irish pub in Whitechapel, we could pop in I say hi." Cora mounted her new bike, looking at her sister with anticipation. Aisling turned smiling to her sister. " Sounds like a grand ideas, Cora. We haven't seen old Fergus in a while. Race you there. A hundred quid says I beat you there, first." Aisling started to pedal her bike, pulling ahead of her. " Oh! You are on sweet sister. Prepare to lose big." The two sisters laughed as they started to race. "Last one to London's buying the first round." Cried Aisling as they pedalled towards London, with all the luck of the Irish.
Before we start, I have been requested to make the following disclaimer: No fictional characters were hurt in the making of this story.
" Are sure this is going to work, Aisling?" Said Cora as she watched her older sister Aisling tie a length of rope across the road. " Trust me Cora, I have seen this in Great Escape. Steve McQueen ambushed this Nazi on a bike. He ties a rope across the road, along comes the Nazi on his bike. Hits the rope. CRACK." Aisling clapped her hands together, smacking her palms together for emphasis." He comes off his bike, Steven knocks him out, steals his uniform and bike. Bob's your father's brother." Cora shook her head. "Yeah, but it didn't turn out so well for him did it? The Nazis caught him before he leapt the Swiss border." Aisling rolled her eyes. "What's with the negative waves, sweet sister? Haven't I always come through for us?" Cora chuckled as she recalled all the women they had ambushed and stripped, since they were teenagers. These American cyclists, were no exception. Aisling had planned this ambush perfectly, she even had knocked out a waitress at a pub, and stole the woman's clothes just to eavesdrop on their plans." When they often call me the straight younger sister, I like to think I keep you grounded and stop that inflated head of yours from lifting off your shoulders, Aisling." The two sisters laughed. At 25 and 22 respectively, the Collins sisters were known as the Banshees by both the media and the fuzz, female thieves who specialise in robbing beautiful tourists. They would ambush the women steal their clothes and money, leaving them naked, unconscious and bound in the woods just as their way of getting freebies. Their mother had taught them everything they knew about cons, ambushes and stripping clothes from unconscious women. The rest they picked up from their favourite movies, like this particular caper. Both Sisters were flame headed Irish maidens, both inheriting their father's rogueish good looks, high cheekbones rounded features, but their mothers almond shaped sapphire eyes. Aisling had her long red hair braided in a ponytail, whereas her younger sister Cora had a curtain of shoulder length red hair, cut into a Bob a single braid ran from the top of her head to her chin, down the left hand side . The sisters were now orphans, since their mother Dierdre passed from breast cancer two years back , it was now Aislings job to be strong for Cora to lead them in living their lives the way they wanted to. Although sometimes Aisling wondered if it was Cora who was looking after her. She glanced at her stolen wrist watch. " Ok, we are on they should be here any minute now." Aisling ran across the road, sliding down the bank to join Cora. "Ready to see the magic happen." Quipped a cocksure Aisling to Cora, who rolled her eyes smiling.
Riley Carmichael and her best friend Taylor Masters felt euphoria as they felt the wind gust through their hair as they rode at high speed, down the country road. At 22 and 21, the two young American tourists were on a gap year taking in a cycling tour of the UK. They were both studing law at Harvard, but had taken this vacation to get away from the stuffy lecture halls and dry boring old lecturers . They were on the second week of their 5 week tour, and had decided to go to London, it was the first time they had visited the British Capital. To get there a little faster, the girls had decided to keep to these deserted country lanes to avoid dense traffic, so far it had worked. Riley had remembered the advice some pretty red headed Irish waitress, in the last pub they had visited had given her, and it had shaved hours from their trip. Riley was a looker, with shallow cheekbones heart shaped features and big pretty doe shaped brown eyes, her long brown hair done up in a long ponytail that reached down to the small of her back. She was dressed in a tight white tank top, that showed off her impressive C-cup breasts, and a pair of tight denim hot pants belted with a white patterned belt, covered her pert firm ass with black converse all star trainers on her feet with white socks. Under her clothes she wore a pastel blue lace bra with matching G-string thong. Riley wore a heart chain necklace with studded earrings, and a simple navel piercing. A black cycling helmet perched on her head, completed her look. Her friend Taylor wasn't a slouch either, with sculptured cheekbones angular features and big beautiful blue eyes, her shoulder length blonde hair done up in braided pigtails under her blue cycle helmet. Taylor who was a little more into cycling then Riley, wearing a blue and black riding outfit, which consisted of a tight lycra halter top with matching lycra pants and white laced trainers. Riley could see the nipples peaking through Taylor's tight top, feeling her own stiffen at the sight of marveling at her friend's toned athletic body and she was pretty sure that just like yesterday Taylor was not wearing any panties either. Taylor had said it helped with her aerodynamics or something like that, but Riley didn't care if it meant she could ogle Taylor while they rode. As they rounded the next bend, Riley whooped in joy. " This is the life isn't it, Taylor. The open road road, and the wind in her faces. What could be better?" Taylor quickly caught up to her. "Well there is one other thing, I can think of." Riley glanced at her, wondering if her time had come. "What's that, Taylor?" The blonde put her hands on hips, giving Riley a full view of her toned athletic curves. "I have seen the way you look at me Riley, and I have to s--ugh." Riley never heard what Taylor had to say about her advances, as both women were yanked off their bikes hitting the rope Aisling had tied across the road at chest height. They tumbled to the tarmac, stunned by the impact.
Reacting quickly, the sisters fell upon the stunned Americans. Aisling grabbed the brunette in a rear chokehold, cutting the blood supply and oxygen to her brain, dragging her into the road ditch clamping a hand across her mouth stifling her cries, and twisting her arm around her slender throat. After 30 seconds, the brunette let a sexy little rattle as she slumped into Aisling's arms unconscious. " What did I tell you? Just like in the movie. Steve McQueen, eat your heart out." She looked up to see her little sister had retrieved a small length of dead wood, the blonde stirred as she glanced up at Cora. "Who are--ugh!" Was all she could manage before Cora whacked her over the head with it, knocking her unconscious. " Nighty-night, Yank." She said to the unconscious blonde, as she dragged her into the road ditch. When Aisling shot her a quizzical look, she shrugged. "What?" Aisling chuckled as she removed the brunettes cycling helmet. " That's my little sister. You always favoured the direct approach, a neck-chop or something heavy. You should really enjoy knocking a bird out. That's why I choke them out, I get all aroused. It's very sexy." Cora rummaged around the blondes lycra pants, looking for her wallet. " I don't need advice in getting horny from my older sister, I get a better rise by hitting someone, you know that." Cora smiled as she pulled out the blondes wallet. "Taylor Masters, 21 from Boston, Massachusetts. Well you picked the wrong Day to go cycling in your pyjamas didn't you, bitch." Aisling sniggered as she fished out the brunettes wallet. "Riley Carmichael, 22, from Washington. Why do all these Yankee girls have boys names? It's fucking unseemly if you ask me." She said as she found £500 tucked away in the girl's purse, along with an American Express card. " Maybe their parents wanted boys. You just don't know with Americans." Cora replied as she thumbed through the £1000 pounds, she had recovered along with a MasterCard. " Ok Cora, let's clear the road and get these two stripped and trussed up." After they had cleared the road of the rope snare and bikes off the road, the banshees got to work stripping their prey.
After stripping off the clothing they had stolen from their previous victims, the Collins sisters began to strip the unconscious tourists. " You do know, that this bitch. Isn't wearing any skivvies right, I can see her nipples." Cora complained as she unlaced Taylor's white sneakers, followed by her helmet. " Never known you to be so shy, Cora? It's clothes, she is wearing them, you need them. What's the issue?" Said Aisling as she removed Riley's jewellery and accessories, including the navel piercing putting them on. "It's like she is practically wearing her underwear. I not used to going commando, is all." Aisling grinned at her sister as she removed the unconscious brunettes converse trainers and socks. " Damn, converse all-stars." She let out a huge whistle. " These should fetch a pretty penny, when I'am done with them." Cora looked over a little look of jealousy in her eyes as she started to pull down the blondes lycra pants. " Lucky cow. You get converse trainers and all I get is cheap white sneakers, cheap bitch." Cora said to the unconscious Taylor, she then let a wolf whistle as she saw the blondes small pink vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of gold pubic hair. " A cheap bitch, with a nice trimmed snatch. You are lucky after all, sister of mine." Aisling called over, as she peeled off Riley's tight denim hot pants, down her long divine legs. " Well looky here. She must have been holding out a candle for our sweet little Taylor over there." Aisling gestured to Riley's blue pastel lace G-string. " Reminds me of one your exes, sister. Didn't she have a thing for thongs?" Cora replied as she started to pull Taylor's lycra top over her head. "Yeah, Tracey Stone. Beautiful British girl, great tits. A lot like pretty little Riley here. Well your knickers are coming off in,3,21." Aisling whipped off Riley's G-string, exposing her small trimmed snatch crowned with a thin strip of brown pubic hair. "Say what you like about Americans, their girls scrub up well." For a second time, Cora had let out a wolf whistle. " Get a load of these beauties." She said, gesturing to the full rounded C-cup breasts of Taylor, with full roundel shaped pink areolas. "Well I'll be, she is definitely loaded. Give them a feel sis, you know you want to." Cora laughed as she gently caressed and fondled the breasts of the unconscious Taylor, letting out small moans of desire. Leaving her sister to enjoy herself, Aisling pulled off Riley's tanktop revealing a matching pastel blue lace bra. Then after turning the sleeping Riley onto her side, unclasped the undergarment maneuvering it off her body getting a good look at her exquisite C-cups with circular perky dark pink areolas. " Don't mind if I do, my sweet Riley." Aisling fondled and groped Riley's naked breasts, letting out moans of pleasure and lusts as she did so, she kissed the unconscious girl full on the mouth. "That's for letting me borrow your clothes, sweetheart." As she started to get dressed in Riley's clothing, Cora approached her. She was already fully dressed in Taylor's lycra outfit, and had already bound and gagged the unconscious naked blonde, using the clothing and underwear from her previous victim, a Dutch tourist." Come on, Aisling. You are lagging behind me, again. You have way to much fun. I will bind and gag little Riley while you get dressed." Aisling shot her sister a scandalous look as she pulled on Riley's denim shorts and tanktop. " Pot kettle black, little sister. You have a little fun too. Like we did with those Dutch girls remember." Cora shook her head, as she bound Riley's arms and legs with the jeans and pink tank top Aisling had stolen from the pub waitress" That was different, we had drugged them and had plenty of time with them. These two could wake at any minute, speed is of the essence when we don't have the sedatives." Aisling could see her sisters logic. " Always the clever one. Sometimes I think it's you thats looking out for me." Cora smiled as she worked Riley's scrunchie loose, shoving it into her mouth then gagging her with the waitresses pink thong panties. " We are the only family we have got left, Aisling. It's us against the world, the law and these people." After lacing up Riley's sneakers and strapping on her helmet, Aisling drew Cora into a huge bear hug. " I love you, my sweet baby sister. I don't know where I would be without you." Cora smiled tapping her sisters shoulder. "In jail that's where. I think I saw a nice fallen log back here, we can shove our two sleeping beauties inside." Laughing the two sisters hauled the naked American Tourists over their shoulders, groping their asses as they walked over to an empty log. After shoving them inside, their feet sticking out like two lovers in a bed, the Banshees picked up their new bikes wheeling them onto the road.
" So shall we hit London, Aisling? Plenty of places were we can empty their bank accounts. And cousin Fergus as that Irish pub in Whitechapel, we could pop in I say hi." Cora mounted her new bike, looking at her sister with anticipation. Aisling turned smiling to her sister. " Sounds like a grand ideas, Cora. We haven't seen old Fergus in a while. Race you there. A hundred quid says I beat you there, first." Aisling started to pedal her bike, pulling ahead of her. " Oh! You are on sweet sister. Prepare to lose big." The two sisters laughed as they started to race. "Last one to London's buying the first round." Cried Aisling as they pedalled towards London, with all the luck of the Irish.
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about the insane crime-spree and everything about the Collins sisters visiting London