#bambois

Nearly Time

Poor naked and bound Gerard had no idea what it being “nearly time” actually meant. The terrifying yet glamorous woman who had overpowered then kidnapped him, gave nothing away as she completed wrapping the tape gag around his mouth with a rustle of her voluminous skirts. Gerard groaned miserably as he became aware of an undoubted erection, stimulated no doubt by the sound of the swish-swish of her fishnets as she strode away from him and the sight of her extraordinary heels. He tried to shift his focus away from his hated sexual arousal and towards what on earth this crazy female had in store for him..

Who was her?? he thought unhappily to himself…

Their Secret

“I don’t know what you two were doing prancing around naked together in this warehouse, when you should have been keeping a lookout, boys,” Nina the catburglar laughed as the excruciatingly bound and gagged security guards she had surprised and overpowered writhed helplessly on the floor, “but don’t worry - your secret is safe with me!”

Imperious

Without a word, the chief of the special ops female kidnap group pointed to one of the two naked Russian diplomats lying on the bed whom the women had found in a somewhat compromised position. Helen, having just tightly bound her frantically gasping victim knew exactly what the imperious gesture of her section head meant. Helen swiftly wrapped several lengths of duct tape around the man’s jaw, mouth and neck, reducing his whimpers to nothing more than sad “mmmphs” and “hmgnhs”.

“Do we take them to the van now, boss?” the operative asked her short-skirted blonde senior, indicating the two distraught male prisoners. “Yes.” replied Madame X laconically. “I suspect these fellows will be very co-operative now. Anything to prevent their dirty little secret getting to the inner sanctum of the Kremlin!”

Intent

“I’ve heard enough from you!” she told him, unrolling the coil of rope in her hands with intent. “Turn around with your hands behind your back - I’m tying you up and gagging you!”

Captive Of The Hosta

‘The male in our midst was silent and fearful, for his weapons had once again been taken, and well he knew his usefulness was at an end, yet are Hosta not without a sense of gratitude. The male had served truly and well, therefore was he merely returned to where the other lay, and bound as was the other, both being gagged against sound which they might wish to make.’ - Jalav, Amazon Warrior, from The Crystals Of Mida by Sharon Green, p 339.