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Comments, suggestions, ideas are always welcome! OPERATION: Bound Babes (Chapter One - ³The Snatch²) By P. Gerard

³Chrissy ... hurry up or youıll be late for class,² Mrs. McGinty the middle-aged, gray-haired housekeeper yelled up to Christine Martin.

Rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh, the pretty young woman applied the last of many a brush stroke to her long, golden blonde hair as she primped in front of the bedroom mirror.

³Only two more months and I wonıt have to wear this dumb uniform,² she said to herself as she straightened the seam on her short plaid skirt and crisp, freshly starched man-tailored white shirt.

Christine was just about to finish the final year of prep school and although she was grateful her father could well afford it, she longed for the freedom of the ³real² outside world.

With a quick wink of her bright blue eyes in the mirror, and of course a check in profile to reassure herself of her blooming feminine charms, she quickly hurried down the stairs.

³Be home early,² Mrs. McGinty told her as she handed Christine her school books at the bottom of the stairs. ³Your father is coming home from Saudi Arabia tonight. I know heıll want to celebrate after landing that big arms deal.²

Mrs. McGinty gave Christine a quick peck on the forehead, saying ³I keep telling you, somebodyıs going to mistake you for Alicia Silverstone and ask you for your autograph.²

³Gotta run,² Christine said as she gulped a glass of orange juice on the way through the front door, her long hair flowing behind her. ³I have to meet Melanie in five minutes.²

³Yes, make sure youıre on time,² Mrs. McGinty said as she waved good-bye.

The early morning air was crisp and fresh as Christine began the three block walk to meet her best friend, Melanie. The two had become quite close, almost inseparable, since meeting in biology class in their freshman year.

They had shared the experience of growing up and maturing into beautiful young women over the past two years. It was a friendship that was destined to last a lifetime.

Christine hurried her step so she wouldnıt be late; Melanie was always on time. ³At least this is good exercise,² she thought as her thigh muscles expanded and contracted with her quickened pace.

She made it, slightly out of breath, to their usual meeting place with not a minute to spare, but ... where was Melanie?

Although she and Melanie were as close as ever, her friend had recently begun dating a new boyfriend. Christine figured that the two were enjoying one last wet, good-bye kiss, so her friendıs tardiness could be forgiven. Maybe.

Christine stood on the deserted corner, tapping her foot, becoming more aggravated at her friendıs delay. She rarely even noticed the occasional car that slowed down as it passed, to quickly admire her taut, athletic body as she assumed a model-like pose while she leaned on a mailbox checking her designer watch.

³Five more minutes and Iım outta here.²

Just as she was about to gather up her books to get going on her own; a dark, windowless van pulled up across the street from her. The tinted passenger side window rolled down slightly as she heard a manıs voice call to her.

³Cımon Chrissy! Melanieıs inside ... hop in.²

Christine didnıt recognize the voice, but figured it was Melanieıs new beau. At least this one had wheels. And a van, to boot!

As Christine neared the van, the side door slid open. For some unknown reason, she slowed down and cautiously approached. A sixth sense told her ... something wasnıt right.

She looked to her right and then to her left as she crossed the street. Not a soul in sight at 7:00 AM. An nervous feeling settled into her stomach. She stood in front of the opening and peered inside!

Dropping her books to the ground, she gasped in horror at the sight!

It was darling Melanie!

The shapely, young brunette was tightly bound at the ankles and knees with white rope ... her mouth taped shut with shiny, silver duct tape.

She could see Melanieıs hands bound securely behind her back, as her friend struggled in vain to warn Christine of the terrible danger they were both in.

It was like she was in a horrible dream. Everything moved in slow-motion; her mind trying to make sense of the picture in front of her.

Christine stood there, watching her bound friend, frantically squirming in her ropes. Fear and panic gripped Christine as she put her foot up on the vanıs inside step.

Just as she was about to climb inside and come to the aid of her friend ... a strong, heavy hand was clamped over the young blondeıs mouth.

³M-m-m-m-m-p-p-p-p-p-p-p!!!² was the only sound she could make.

She felt the muzzle of a gun in her back as an authoritative voice whispered into her ear.

³Donıt give us any trouble, young lady. We know who you are and who your daddy is. Do what we say, and you and your pretty, little friend wonıt be harmed.²

Christine nodded her head up and down emphatically as the hand remained pressed to her lips from behind.

With a couple of taps of the gun muzzle to her back, Chrissy was forced into the van.

Her arms were positioned behind her back, as a second person began to wind rope around her wrists ... cinching the tie with a tight double knot.

³The hand will be taken away from your lips if you promise not to scream,² the mysterious voice commanded. Chrissy reluctantly nodded in agreement.

With a haughty and defiant look, she stared at her captor. ³Youıll never get away with this!!!²

³You Americans are so dramatic,² the voice responded.

Suddenly from behind, a white cloth was jammed into her mouth as she opened her mouth to plead for release.

³R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-p! R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-p!² could be heard as her captors readied Chrissyıs duct tape gag. Soon, her mouth was securely covered over with the sticky plastic tape. She shook her head from side to side to show her disapproval.

Seconds later, Chrissy knew the meaning of being truly helpless, as white rope was wound around her ankles and knees. The soft rope cut into her tender flesh, not budging an inch. She knew escape would be impossible!

Her captor put his hands on her sides and placed the terrified bound and gagged girl on the van floor next to Melanie. It was then their eyes met.

Tears welled up in Melanieıs eyes as if to say apologetically, ³Iım sorry. I did all I could to warn you.²

The van was humid and musty bringing beads of sweat to Christineıs forehead. She could smell a combination of feminine perspiration and stale incense accentuated by the sweet scent of the plastic tape that was right under her nose as she labored to breathe in and out through her nostrils.

Christineıs eyes surveyed the rope and duct tape that had been so expertly applied her friendıs slender body.

It was obvious that Melanie had put up a fight ... her plaid skirt and white blouse were disheveled and her usually neatly combed brown hair was in disarray from her valiant, but fruitless efforts to somehow get loose.

Sitting side-by-side, backs up against the inside wall, ³M-m-m-m-m-p-p-p-h-h-h! M-m-m-m-m-p-p-p-h-h-h! M-m-m-m-m-p-p-p-h-h-h! M-m-m-m-m-p-p-p-h-h-h!² was the only sound the girls could make to each other, as if their calls for help were recognizable through their gags.

Kneeling next to Christine, one of the captors began to stroke her hair.

³Calm down. We have a long ride ahead of us. You and your friend will not escape us. Relax and get comfortable.²

The captor stood up, took a portable phone from his pocket and dialed a number. ³Boss, phase one of Operation Bound Babesı is completed with no problems.²

As the van started up for the long ride, Chrissy and Melanie cuddled close in bondage for comfort.

Soon, Melanie sighed and rested her head on Christineıs ample bosom, her taped lips rubbing ever so slightly on top of her friendıs right nipple.

She could feel, tiny droplets of moisture landing on the back of her head, as tears of terror slowly ran down Christineıs fair and freckled cheeks.

³Hello, Martin residence,² was the cheery greeting Mrs. McGinty gave as she answered the phone.

³Oh, yes Mr. M. We canıt wait to hear all about your exploits in the Middle East. Yes, Yes. Chrissyıs off to school ... and Iım sure theyıll be plenty to talk about when you get home. See you later.²

Mrs. McGinty hung up the phone. She walked to the front porch to retrieve the morning newspaper. Hidden inside was a thick, plain white envelope.

By her sly smile of satisfaction she knew what, and how much, was inside.

End Part One

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I'm about to write Chapter Three. Any ideas, comments, or suggestions about how this story should go would be greatly appreciated.

OPERATION: Bound Babes (Chapter Two - ³Foiled Escape²) By P. Gerard

Time seemed to drag on forever as Chrissy and Melanie lay tightly bound and tape gagged in the back of the hot, stuffy van. The monotony was broken only by the occasional bump in the road as they continued on their way.

Once in a while, Chrissy would test the ropes ... but there was still no give. Both girls cooed slightly through their gags, having long exhausted their energy for escape.

Still, they cuddled next to each other, their young bodies providing warmth and comfort to each other.

Suddenly, Chrissy and Melanie were jolted out of their hazy slumber as the van came to an abrupt stop.

In need of supplies, their captors had stopped in a small shopping center and foolishly left the girls unattended. Hope filled their hearts at even the slightest chance of escape.

Immediately, Chrissy began to painstakingly crawl on her side to the back of the van ... towards the rear door. Inch-by-inch, she got closer and closer. All she had to do was to somehow open the door and freedom would be theirs.

With each movement, she let out a labored ³M-m-p-p-h-h! ³M-m-p-p-h-h! ³M-m-p-p-h-h!²

She finally made it to the door, and began to push on the door handle with her taped lips. She pushed and pushed ... each time the handle seemed like it was just about to release.

She had been trying this for about 15 minutes and she hurried even more now, afraid that the captors would soon return.

Finally, with one big, final push ... the door unlocked. She pushed the door with her head and it swung open. Bright sunlight blinded her!!!

³Going somewhere???² a voice said, as she was roughly pushed back into the van by the two captors.

³M-m-p-p-h-h! ³M-m-p-p-h-h! ³M-m-p-p-h-h!² Christine shook her head as if to deny all.

³Now we didnıt say you could go roaming around, did we?² the voice asked with mock sarcasm. ³Well, weıll just have to put an end to those ideas.²

The second captor appeared with a pair of scissors and moved first towards the terrified Melanie. The other one held Chrissy.

With a quick ³Snip! Snip!² Melanie was soon wearing only bra and panties; her crimson face showed her bashfulness.

Then, to add insult to injury ... several last snips to her bra straps revealed Melanieıs magnificent, firm breasts for all to see.

They playfully bounced as the creamy blonde wriggled, twisting her torso from side to side fighting her constricting ropes

Now they turned their attention to Chrissy. She fought back with dogged determination, but was no match for the captors. She too, was soon wearing only her flimsy panties. Topless, the captors gasped with delight at her young, plump breasts. They both realized how even more beautiful each girl was ... minus clothing.

Chrissy and Melanie were placed back to back in the middle of the vanıs floor. Chrissyıs wrists were untied, then re-tied around Melanie so that her hands came to rest just below Melanieıs slender tummy. The same was done to Melanie.

Both girls struggled, skin-to-skin ... locked in a most embarrassing, but extremely erotic position. Neither their duct tape gags nor rope bindings would budge.

The sight of the two attractive bound and gagged young girls, eyes desperately pleading for release, bound bodies rubbing against each other was having its effect on their captors as Melanie and Chrissy tried not to notice the growing bulges in their pants.

³These are quite lovely,² the captor said to Chrissy as he knelt down and gently massaged her swelling breast in his hand. ³Now I know why tender, American flesh brings such a rich dollar in my country.²

He rolled her erect and sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger; he could feel her body begin to shiver slightly. Planting a respectful kiss on each breast, he looked into Chrissyıs eyes, saying, ³And Iım sure weıll find out about the other treasures of your bodies in due time.²

³But we must not dawdle. There is many a mile we must travel before we reach our destination.²

With that Chrissy and Melanie were left in the back to ponder their perilous situation.

The girls rubbed, twisted and wriggled, still hoping for release. The only redeeming factor about the position they were tied in was that Chrissy was so close to Melanie.

Chrissy looked down and could feel Melanieıs hands in between her legs. Every time the van hit a bump ... Melanieıs hands rubbed deliciously against her pussy. She did the same, in turn, to Melanie.

She could feel herself growing more and more excited with each passing moment as Melanieıs hands inadvertently groped her most sensitive area.

Or maybe she was doing it on purpose???

In retaliation, Chrissy took her middle finger and gently ran it up the front of Melanieıs panties ... feeling her pussy opening through the thin fabric. Her friend moaned her approval through her gag and rubbed her back against hers like a lioness in heat.

She then took her flattened hand and checked Melanieıs panties. They had become much wetter than they had been even moments before.

³God, am I enjoying this?,² a confused Chrissy thought to herself. ³Not only am I getting turned on by being bound and gagged ... but by being bound and gagged with another woman.²

Now, it was not tears of terror that ran down their faces ... but the sweat of excitement as both girls realized the passion that was ready to explode between them.

The scent of perspiration and stale incense had been replaced by hot feminine lust. Chrissy could smell her own pungent scent wafting up from her crotch. She took a long, satisfying, deep breath ... not only smell her own excitement but Melanieıs, too!

In a few seconds, Melanieıs fingers had found their way inside Chrissyıs panties and were beginning to slowly and methodically massage Chrissyıs wanting pussy.

³M-m-p-p-h-h??? M-m-p-p-h-h??? M-m-p-p-h-h???²

Chrissy knew what Melanie wanted by those particular moans.

³Me Too!!! Me Too!!! Me Too!!!² was the translation.

Chrissyıs fingers found their way directly to Melanieıs delicate pussy. Her friendıs pubic hair was soaked. Both nodded in agreement that what they were about to do was correct.

They both began to rub each other ... slowly at first, in order to savor for as long as possible the incredible sexual tension that was boiling up inside their aroused young bodies.

Like before, with each stroke they called to each other through their gags ... ³M-m-p-p-h-h!!! M-m-p-p-h-h!!! M-m-p-p-h-h!!!²

They pressed their backs harder against each other and their arms tightly into each other.

Sweat ran from their bodies as the back of the van became hotter and hotter. And so did Chrissy and Melanie.

Soon they picked up the pace. They both wanted to cum ... to relieve the tension ... but neither wanted that wonderful feeling of arousal to end.

By now their panties were soaked and their hands dripping with love juice.

They bgan to breathe heavily, ready to give in to their most secret, and as yet yet unexplored, passions.

Then it happened.

Both girls began to shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasm overcame their bodies. It went on for what felt like an eternity.

³M-m-p-p-h-h!!! M-m-p-p-h-h!!! M-m-p-p-h-h!!!²

³M-m-p-p-h-h!!! M-m-p-p-h-h!!! M-m-p-p-h-h!!!²

Their heads began to spin as fulfillment and pleasure overtook their fear and anger.

They slumped in exhaustion ... satisfied by their bondage induced mutual masterbation session.

Chrissy leaned back and cast an eye in the left corner of the van. Something shocking caught her eye.

It was the red light of a video camera!

Soon one of her captors emerged.

³Well, Daddyıs going to be very surprised at what his little girlıs favorite hobbies are,² he announced.

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