BDSM Bandits: Victims
Trevor Winslow felt like he was swimming in quicksand. At least his brain felt that way. He was trying to fight his way through the black void of unconsciousness, and back into the light of day.
But it was night wasn't it? He thought it was night. Yes it was night when he lost consciousness. It was nighttime and the last thing he remembered was..? Was..? He couldn't remember what he had been doing. The veil of darkness was too thick, and though his brain was awake he could not yet connect to the world.
Focus on remembering, he kept telling himself. He knew that he needed to wake up, and felt that he needed to do so urgently, but the reason was not there yet. Almost like trying to put a name you can't remember together with a face that you can't even see. It was maddening. Focus, he chided himself again. What is the last thing you remember?
Friday, it was Friday and I had gone to pick up Mother at her lingerie store because her car was being serviced...
"Hi, Mom, are you almost ready?" Trevor said as he walked into the store.
"You're early, Trevor, its only 8:30. We don't even close for another thirty minutes."
Trevor looked around the store as he walked toward the back register. Along with his mother, Gail, were Sherri and Emma, two college girls who worked part time in his mother's lingerie store. He also noticed two customers in the store, probably a couple based on the way that the man was standing up front looking very uncomfortable, while the woman was busy holding up teddies, camisoles, and lacy peignoirs in front of a mirror.
Trevor knew that he was early, but he enjoyed watching his mother and the girls as they worked around the shop. His mother was tall (5' 10"), thin, and beautifully elegant. She reminded him of Lauren Bacall in Key Largo only with Blonde hair. She wore a black and white pencil dress, with paisley accents, that fit her like a second skin and ended just above her knee. It had a slit up the back that flashed the occasional bit of thigh, and if you looked closely, as Trevor did, you could make out the clasps of her garter belt where they attached to the stockings she wore. With no visible panty or bra lines, Trevor's cock stiffened slightly at the thought that his mother might be naked beneath the dress. He quickly chastised himself and moved further into the store.
Walking to the counter at the rear of the showroom, he took a seat on the small stool beside it, and reflected at just how strong a woman his mother was. Gail Winslow had opened the Lingerie store, with her husband, when Trevor was only 4 years old, and had been running it for fifteen years. When Trevor was thirteen, his father had run off with most of the company's money, and one of the cashiers. In true British fashion, his mother had put on a brave face and stiff upper lip, but he had listened to her cry herself to sleep for months afterward. Once the crying stopped, she had devoted herself to Trevor and the business, and never looked back.
"Oh hell, where have they hit now?" Sherri asked, breaking him from his reverie.
"Where have who, hit now?"
Trevor contemplated the coed, with her bobbed brunette hair, and petite frame. He told her once that she looked like Audrey Hepburn and her only response had been, "Who?" Unfortunately Trevor knew that Sherri was an unabashed lesbian, so no matter what praise he may offer about her exquisitely tight body, it wouldn't get him any closer to seeing that body in all of its glory. He might as well be pining for the moon.
"The bandits" she replied indicating the news report just coming over the radio, "Don't you watch the news?"
Trevor just looked at her blankly, so she picked up a nearby newspaper and began to read aloud from it.
"Late Tuesday night, the Bondage Bandits struck again. This time venturing outside of Georgia for the second time during their 4 month long crime spree, and striking a small hardware store near Piedmont, Alabama. This is the tenth robbery so far that can be attributed to the bandits and authorities seem to have no leads in the case. Other than the bound state in which the victims are left, there seems to be no real pattern to the crimes. The robberies usually take place around closing time for each establishment and the businesses are left looking as if all is normal once the bandits have fled. The one thing that ties all of the crimes together is the way the victims are treated. In every case they have been found stripped naked and tied up, often in sexual positions. The robbers take cash and incidentals, but leave the store looking as if it has merely closed for the night. In several cases, the bandits have even turned on the security alarms before locking up the stores."
"Tied up in sexual positions? What exactly does that mean?"
"Well, I know in one of the robberies there were two men and two women at the store, and they tied them up like they were in the sixty-nine position."
"That could be interesting!"
"They were tied together by gender, and one of them said, 'It doesn't matter whether you are straight or not, but spend 8 hours like that and something is bound to happen."
"What you mean the two guys...?" Emma questioned.
"That is what it sounded like."
"Ew..."
Sherri laughed as the bleach blonde Emma wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought. Emma was a typical Midwestern cheerleader type. High maintenance and built like a frat boy's wet dream: 38D tits, 24 in waist, ass like Fergie, and long, long legs. Sherri and Emma were truly polar opposites, although Sherri's 32C breasts looked just as huge as Emma's, on her petite frame. Although Sherri's bob cut gave her a slightly butch look, she was anything but, Sherri loved women not because she hated men, but because she loved women; their soft flesh, tender touch, their look, their taste, their feel, she loved it all! Emma on the other hand clung to the appearance of a good little religious girl, but she loved the feel of a man between her legs. That being said Emma was no slut, and any man lucky enough to share her bed did so only after proving that he could provide for her properly.
"Ms. Sherri, Ms. Emma, we still have a lot of work to finish tonight, chop, chop." Gail chimed in attempting to restore order.
As the girls scampered back to work, Trevor forced himself to look away since he didn't want to embarrass himself by walking around in front of his mother with a full-fledged hard on rather than just a chubby. His mother had never been prudish about sex, making sure that he was well educated on safety precautions, and how to treat a woman as a lady, but sex was not an everyday topic of conversation with her either. Picking up the paper, he began to read the article to himself from where Sherri had left off.
The FBI has been brought in, now that the Bandits had crossed a second state line. Beginning in Georgia they have also struck just across the border into South Carolina. Police suspect that they live in the Atlanta area and have set up a hotline for anyone with information. Witnesses have described them as being a Caucasian man and woman in their mid to late twenties. Although they are described as polite, they have been violent on several occasions, and they use firearms in the commission of their crimes. They seem to strike small and medium sized businesses where the cash take is not very high, but the number of employees is easy to track.
