Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 14:47:04 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-31 The hot pink color of sunset was fading and the stars were coming out as I got back to the terrace. The restaurant was doing a roaring business with a lingerie-clad clientele, and the podium and changing cabanas were still present, waiting for tomorrow. Lovers, mostly female, strolled among the palms and tiki torches. I made my way to our hotel suite. As I approached, Elizabeth greeted me, "Hi Mom, why don't we go into the show-room?" "Why? What's wrong with the room upstairs?" Liz hesitated only a moment, "Jessie's up there working on a sale by doing a private showing, a Very private showing." "OK" I replied, and as I followed her into the showroom I had to ask, "Liz, am I turning you two into hookers? I mean, is Jessie upstairs fucking somebody just because she wants to please me by getting a sale?" Elizabeth laughed, "Don't worry Mom. I would have been happy to fuck that woman upstairs if Jessie hadn't got to her first. She's about sixty, with steel grey hair, but she moves like she's in training for the Olympics. Sure she's a buyer with more than six million bucks to spend, but I would have wanted her anyway. Jessie and I already talked about this, and we promised ourselves that we wouldn't do anything here that we wouldn't have done if the woman wasn't full of money." I was so relieved, and was about to tell Elizabeth so when the phone rang. I grabbed it, and heard the voice of Lana from hotel security. "Margaret? I think we have a lead on your missing person. May we drop by to discuss it?" All other thoughts fled from my mind, and I urged her to come quickly. In less than a minute she arrived. As before, Lana did the talking while her watchful co-worker quietly closed the door and leaned back against it. "The thing that really grabbed my attention was that the kidnappers wanted to keep your daughters out of the undergarment and nightwear shows, but didn't care about the swimwear category. So we went to the NLMA people and asked who was entered into just the two shows. The answer was what they called, The French Connection. Do you know who that is?" "Uh, no." I hated to sound so ignorant of my own industry, but this would be a learning experience. "They are a group of small, very high-end, French lingerie makers, specializing in lace bras and panties. They include companies called (Lana referred to a notebook) Lou, Aubade, Perele, Bolero, Mystere and others. For the NLMA convention, they always get together to present really well in nightwear and undergarments, while companies like Janzen and Speedo are only into swimwear. They even share models." "So you think that Ali was kidnapped by the French Connection?" Liz interrupted. "Yes, that's what we think. So I went to ask our chief reservation clerk, a girl named Lesa, what rooms were registered to any of those companies. She has an amazing memory for names and faces, and it didn't take long for her to come up with a list. One of the beach houses is registered to a Mr. Smith, with the Perele company." Something stirred in my mind, "Is he a big square guy, in the very last beach house along the shore?" Lana gave me a surprised look. "Yup, that's the one. We want to pay him a visit, but we'd like you along to identify the victim, in case your friend is there, but unconscious." I was grateful that she didn't say, "or dead." Of course I agreed, and so once again I found myself walking down that beach, this time between the two security women. The big man in front of the last beach house got to his feet as we approached. "Hi," Lana greeted him, "Hotel security. We'd like to take a quick look inside your unit if that's...." Lana's words were cut off as the man reached inside his jacket. There was a quick glint of steel then the sounds of WHACK! YEOWCH! as Lana's foot lashed out to kick the gun from the man's hand. She moved in with a strong left cross that should have dislocated his jaw, and as he staggered sideways Rendy moved in to slam an open palm into his face, and he toppled backwards, landing in an unconscious heap at our feet. Quickly Rendy rolled him over and grabbed his ankles, crossing them over his bum then sitting on them. She reached into her belt pouch then expertly handcuffed his right wrist to his left ankle. The man wasn't going anywhere. "Oh, thank you!" I exclaimed, but Lana quickly shushed me. "We don't know yet that we have the right place, and if we do there may be others." Lana whispered. "Let's take a look inside." Quickly she retrieved the man's gun, then softly opened the iron gate into the beach house courtyard. Light streamed from an open window, and we kept low as we crept forward to peek inside. There was Alixia. The poor girl! She was kneeling, completely nude except for the blindfold around her eyes, on the end of one of two huge four-poster beds, with her waist tied up to the top of the bedposts with long silk sashes. She was bent over with her face against the sheets, leaving her lovely bottom exposed to the woman who was lashing her with a cat-o-9-tails. I instantly recognized the woman who wielded the whip. It was Simone, the amazingly beautiful model I had met on the airplane; the dominatrix who had directed the seduction of Lanie. Dressed in a very expensive bra and panty set of delicate green lace, she was slowly and lovingly lashing Ali's posterior and the backs of her wide-spread thighs. The slightly open window allowed us to hear the smack of the lash on naked flesh, followed by a moan from my bound assistant. We listened as Simone continued to swing the whip against Ali's tender flesh, "You were a very naughty girl to try to get away from us (swack!). And very naughty girls get punished (swack!). They get spanked on their naughty bare bottoms (swack!). They get kept late after school (swack!). They get spanked on their naughty spread thighs (swack!)." Ali moaned, but it didn't sound as if she was in great pain. It was more like a moan of ... (swack!) Simone carried on, "and especially bad little girls get an especially bad punishment (swack!). Do you know how especially bad little girls get punished? (swack!). Ali moaned even louder, "No! I'm sorry! I don't know!" (swack!) Simone leaned toward poor Ali's ear. "They get fucked! (swack!). They get fucked with my big hard dildo (swack!). "Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Ali cried. "Her resistance is crumbling. We have to get her out of there!" Rendy hissed to Lana behind my back. "No! Not yet! We don't know where the weapon is yet!" Lana whispered back. We didn't have long to wait. Simone went to a suitcase and extracted a big cream-colored rubber cock with a vinyl harness. Quickly she strapped it on over her lacy panties, then picked up her lash again. "So you want to get fucked, do you? (swack!)" Simone demanded. "You want to feel my big fat cock inside you?" "Yes." Ali choked. "Yes what? (swack!) Beg me for what you want!" "Yes! I want you to fuck me with your big fat cock!" Ali cried out. I could see the drool of her cunt glistening on her inner thighs as Simone's 10" tool closed in. Simone flung aside her whip and grasped my secretary's hip with one hand as she positioned her cock-head with the other. "Tell me how much you want it, bitch!" she pressed a tiny bit into Ali's vagina. "Please! I need you to fuck me hard!" Ali screamed, and abruptly Simone granted her wish. "Aaaawwwgghh", Ali thrust her ass back against the great white dick that rammed into her. Simone grabbed Ali's other hip, and began to bang rapidly in and out of her. "Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Ali wailed as Simone lengthened her stroke, the head of the fake cock almost popping out of Ali's tight little cunt, before plunging back in. Little droplets of fuck fluid sprayed out with every out-stroke, spattering Simone's panties and thighs. "Quick! We have to help her!" I whispered to Lana. "Break down the door or something!" "Don't be silly," Lana whispered back. "I have a pass key." "And your helper doesn't look like she's suffering too much." Rendy added. It was true. Alixia was obviously cumming like crazy, her woman juice erupting from her cunt and oozing down both her own thighs and her assailant's. "OK, time to go." Lana decided, and moved quickly but quietly from our window to the door. Rendy and I followed, and with an expert flick of her key, Lana discovered that the door hadn't even been locked. We burst in just as Simone was withdrawing her fat dildo from my assistant's hairless pussy. "I'll take that!" Lana announced. With two long strides she dropped to her knees before Simone and grasped the big dripping cock at its base. With surprising agility for a somewhat heavy woman, Rendy bounded around behind Simone to pin the model's arms behind her. "Quick," Rendy ordered me, "Find something to tie her with!" I looked wildly around for a rope or something, but the only thing I could see was an open suitcase full of lingerie. I grabbed a bra and panty set, and looped a shoulder strap through a leg hole, then pulled the rest of the bra through the loop. I did this with several panties and bras until I had a lingerie daisy chain. As I worked, Lana furiously felated the hard rubber shaft that thrust lewdly from Simone's pelvis, gobbling the cum of my sweet little Ali. Rendy reached for my panty-rope, and was about to use it to bind Simone's wrists together when I stopped her. "Get her over to the other bed!" I told her, "Lana, if you want to keep on sucking that cock, get it off her." "That's all right," Lana got up, "It was getting like old chewing gum anyway. I already licked up the best part!" So we forced Simone over to the second bed, and with more panty-chains managed to tie her in the same position as poor Ali. I had to admit that the frothy confections of embroidered lace and satin that I was looping together were lovely lingerie. A single pair of panties went over each bedpost, and we used the other leg hole to trap Simone's shins just below the knee, spreading her thighs wide. "Ali!" I said severely, "This is Lana of hotel security, and she has come to rescue you. I suggest that you show your deepest gratitude. And Simone, you are such a naughty girl, I think you ought to show Rendy how sorry you are to cause such a fuss." Lana and Rendy obviously agreed with me, as they stripped off their uniforms and leaped onto the heads of the beds. Ali instantly and enthusiastically buried her face in Lana's shaved pussy, licking and slurping like crazy. Simone was not so quick. She was used to being the woman in charge, the one with the whip. But when I removed her strap-on cock and yanked down her pretty panties to expose her creamy little ass, she realized she was no longer in control. The pretty pink pucker of her ass-hole attracted me, so I quickly licked a finger and shoved it hard into her back passage. "Ahhggh!" she yelped, and fell forward with her face firmly in Rendy's crotch. Either Simone realized she had no choice, or she couldn't resist Rendy's inviting pink slit, but in any case she dove right in. The room was filled with Lana and Rendy's squeals of delight as Ali and Simone slurped at their pussies. I couldn't pull Simone's lacy panties very far down her thighs, since they were spread out toward the bedposts, but they were low enough to expose her pussy. I quickly strapped her dildo around my hips, and prepared to return the same treatment she had given our little Ali. I felt Simone's ass begin to loosen as I finger-fucked her, so I added a second finger, then a third. Each time, Simone gasped in a mixture of pain and passion. I slid the head of the creamy white dildo slowly into her cunt, for just long enough to get it covered in her pussy nectar, then I withdrew it equally slowly, dripping with her love-lube. She had to know what was coming next, except that she was so totally immersed in slurping and sucking between Rendy's thighs. So just to remind Simone of who was boss here, I shoved forward and impaled her on her own fat dildo. "Yaghh!" she screamed into the folds of Rendy's succulent flesh, and Rendy responded with an equally unintelligible sound of her own impending climax. I rammed into Simone's ass so hard that each thrust impelled her mouth into Rendy's dripping pussy, her tongue spearing into the voluptuous soft folds. As I kept on fucking Simone's ass, I looked over at the next bed. Lovely limber Lana's hips were raised in the air, supported by Ali's elbows and forearms, as my pretty assistant licked from her ass-hole to her deep well, and back. Again and again, Ali's tongue dipped into Lana's upturned cunt, obviously relishing the taste. The smell of women in heat filled the room, and minutes later was joined by the sounds of female voices cumming all together. First Rendy, then Lana, surrendered to their ravenous attackers and pushed the hungry lips away from their sated pussies. Slowly they got up and dressed themselves, then they released Simone from her panty-bonds and led her away into the night. Finally I turned back to pretty little Ali, still held captive to her silken bonds. "Don't worry sweetheart." I told her. "Mommy will kiss it all better." Then I knelt behind the girl, and began to cool her reddened ass with my tongue.