| by Van ©2017
three down and three to go," Suki announced. She'd
replenished the chloroform cloth and it was ready at hand,
inside its plastic-lined pouch on her utility belt and ready for
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Dr. B chuckled. "You aren't
nervous, are you, darling?"
The two cat-suited, hooded figures were standing at ease several
yards from the spa's front entrance, awaiting the arrival of the
next spa employee or boss. They agreed it would probably
be the cute little English fitness instructor, but it could be
Kate Ricci. Their worst case scenario was both damsels
arriving at once, but they were prepared for that contingency.
"No, I'm not nervous," Suki huffed.
"In terms of hand-to-hand combat, the little Brit will
be the greater challenge," Dr. B said, then patted the holster
of the derringer-sized tranquilizer pistol on her belt.
"You sure you don't want me to just plunk a dart in her cute
little butt as soon as she shows her adorable little face?"
"Hell no," Suki huffed. "What's better than
wrestling with a feisty cutie?"
"Watching two feisty cuties wrestle?" Beebe purred.
"Such wit," Suki drawled, "such jocularity."
"I try," Dr. B purred.
Just then, they heard the sound of the spa's front doors being
unlocked and opened... followed by the sound of them being
closed and relocked. Next came the quiet squeak of
sneakers on the linoleum floor as someone walked down the
hallway, but the hunters had already faded into the shadows and
taken up their ambush positions.
A soprano voice with a British accent called down the semi-dark
hallway. "Hello? Are you there?" There was no
response. "Why are the lights not burning? Are you
skivers drinking tea and noshing Kate's morning crepes?"
Daphne Hoyle, Suki's hypothetical wrestling partner, had
arrived. "Have you lazy lot accomplished nothing?
Well, don't expect me to—mrrrf!"
Daphne had been seized from behind and a hand was clamped over
her mouth, and it included a chloroform soaked cloth!
Instantly, she shifted into self-defense mode and raised a foot
to stomp down on her assailant's foot—but before she could act a
second assailant appeared from nowhere and punched her in the
stomach! She gasped through the cloth and
hand-gag—"Mrrrf!"—then drew a deep breath, a reflex response
that didn't exactly help her cause. Her struggles
weakened, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she went limp in
her attacker's arms.
"That was rude," Dr. B drawled.
"I only hit her hard enough to make her suck fumes," Suki
responded. "Maybe I was a little nervous that
she'd swing-kick me into oblivion and leave you to deal with her
kung-fu on your own."
"Unlikely," Dr. B purred as she lowered Daphne to the floor,
tugged her jacket and purse off her limp form, then
plasti-cuffed her wrists behind her back, "but quick and dirty is
better than an extended dance number."
Suki helped by vripping a cable-tie around Daphne's ankles, then
cleave/bit-gagged their prey with another super-absorbent towel
rolled around a cable-tie.
Beebe and Suki stood and gazed down at their latest
conquest. Daphne's uniform-of-the-day was a black,
sleeveless, full-length leotard with narrow shoulder straps and
an exposed back crisscrossed by more narrow straps.
"I like her skin," Suki sighed.
"What's not to like?" Beebe agreed, then stooped and lifted
Daphne's bound, gagged, and unconscious form onto her
shoulder. "Chop-chop," she admonished her sidekick.
"No more dawdling."
"I'm not dawdling," Suki huffed as she picked up Daphne's
jacket and purse and followed her damsel-burdened mentor to the
When they arrived, two of the lockers were shaking and rattling
and muffled mewling sounds were emanating from within.
"I see that everybody's awake," Dr. B chuckled as she settled
Daphne to her sneaker-clad and ankle-bound feet.
Suki dropped Daphne's jacket and purse into the laundry hamper,
then opened the unconscious Brit's locker so Beebe could stuff
her inside. "This one isn't too far behind," Suki
chuckled. "She's already squirming a little." She
closed the locker door and snapped a padlock through the
latch. "Four down."
"And two to go," Dr. B purred, took Suki's hand, and they
strolled from the locker room.
Behind in the semi-dark space, a third locker started rattling
and a third voice joined the ongoing "conversation."
continued to rise, and while the street traffic wasn't yet
anything like the crush of rush hour, it was on the rise and
more and more pedestrians were out and about, and among them...
Unlike the other employees (and the other boss) of the
Harper-Ricci Day Spa and Tearoom, Kate Ricci was not in the
habit of reporting to work in exercise togs. She kept a
selection of leotards, yoga-pants, and sports bras in the closet
of her office in the back of the tearoom and almost always
showed up for work in a sundress, designer jeans and blouse, or
some other stylish outfit appropriate to the season. Today
that meant saddle-brown knee-boots, a pink sweater-dress, and a
tan, lightweight car coat with her purse slung over one
shoulder. Her long, brown tresses were loose about her
shoulders with strands blowing in the breeze as she strolled
down the sidewalk.
Did heads turn as Kate passed? Hell yes heads
turned as Kate passed.
Kate's smile faded as she approached the spa's front door.
The security gate was still rolled up only halfway. It was
a good ten minutes 'til the official opening time, but by now
the gate was usually up, the entryway lights on, and the
tasteful, LED "OPEN" sign glowing. Somebody was behind the
curve. Kate rolled the gate the rest of the way up,
herself, then found the glass double doors were still
locked. She sighed, fumbled for her key ring, and let
Everything was more-or-less dark. The only light was
indirect, morning light shining through the high windows of the
exercise rooms, yoga studios, and massage/meditation spaces on
either side down the central hallway.
"Hello!" Kate called... and received no reply. She decided
to lock the doors behind her, drop her coat and purse in her
office, then find Leah and the kids and learn the cause of the
delay. There had to be a logical reason they weren't
opening on time.
Kate made the turn into the restaurant, which should have been
ready for coffee, chai, smoothie, or power-shake orders from
early bird customers. Instead, all was dark and quiet,
like the spa spaces. It didn't take very long to get the
tearoom ready, and it was rare to get any orders before
the first class of the day, but somebody should have at least
turned on the lights and especially started the big
samovar. It took several minutes to come to the proper
Kate passed through the small kitchen area, opened her office,
removed her purse and coat and hung them from the hooks on the
backside of the door, then sighed, stretched, straightened her
dress, and turned to find the others. She assumed they
were somewhere in the back, and—"Mrrrpfh!"
Someone had grabbed Kate from behind and had a hand clamped over
her mouth and her elbows pinned together behind her back!
She screamed again—"Mrrrf!"—then yelped as a female
figure in black stabbed a needle into her right bicep and gave
her an injection! She continued squirming and fighting...
but her escape efforts grew weaker and weaker... "mrrrr" ...as
did her attempts to scream for help. And then... she found
she could barely move! Kate's eyes remained open and she
found she could blink, but was otherwise more-or-less
paralyzed! The first attacker released the hand-gag, both
attackers lifted her by the arms and legs, then carried her into
the main restaurant and deposited her on a pair of square cafe
tables that had been pulled together.
Her long, brown hair falling off the end of one table and her
boot heels nearly projecting off the end of the other, Kate lay
on her back and stared up at the dark ceiling. Her mouth
twitched, her eyes rolled, and her fingers twitched, but that
was all she could manage by way of voluntary motion.
The attackers loomed over her. Both were female and
dressed totally in black, including sinister hoods that covered
their faces and heads. Both had blue eyes, and one was
taller than the other.
"Look at that ginormous schnauze," the shorter attacker
"Schnauze?" the taller attacker drawled.
"Schnauze, honker, proboscis... Whatever you call it, it's
"Oh," the other said, "you mean her Noble Roman Nose?
So what? She's beautiful."
"Like Cher, Lake Bell, and Adele Dazeem," the short attacker
said. "They all got 'em: ginormous schnauzes. And I
never said she ain't beautiful."
"Well... one more target remains," the tall attacker purred,
"and this one will be paralyzed for at least 90 more
minutes. I'll be out front."
"I'll join you soon," the short attacker replied. The tall
attacker nodded, then turned and left Kate's rather limited
field of vision.
The short attacker had also stepped away, and now Kate found she
couldn't even wiggle her fingers. She was completely
formally scheduled yoga class of the day at Harper-Ricci wasn't
until mid morning, but it was Opal Hanover's habit to come in
early and either conduct an informal class for her coworkers or
participate in one of their informal staff aerobics
classes. Today she was wearing sneakers and anklets, dark
gray yoga-pants over a pair of black stretch-briefs, a blue and
white sports bra, and a heather-gray fleece zip-jacket.
Her purse was over her right shoulder and her long, straight,
flaxen hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that swayed as she
strode down the sidewalk.
Opal glanced at her watch as she approached the building, noting
that the day spa and tearoom wasn't open for business. The
"OPEN" sign was dark, and a copy of today's class schedule
hadn't yet been printed out and posted in the little transparent
plastic frame mounted on the inside glass of the left
door. She took hold of the handles and rattled the
doors. Locked. Huh. She produced her
keys, unlocked the doors, then crossed the threshold and the
doors swung closed behind her.
"Hello?" Opal called as she passed the front desk. "Why
aren't we open? Hello?"
Suddenly, a hooded female figure in black lunged from behind the
counter, grabbed Opal from behind, clamped a chloroform-soaked
cloth over her nose and mouth, and pinned her arms behind her
back. Opal squirmed and struggled, but her attacker was
strong. "Mrrrrrf!" She blinked in wide-eyed alarm as
a second female figure in black casually strolled towards them
down the dark hallway. She continued struggling... then
slumped into unconsciousness. The second attacker was
still yards away.
"Glad you could join us," Dr. B purred as she eased Opal's limp
body to the floor.
"Don't blame me," Suki chuckled, gesturing at the unconscious
yoga instructor. "She's the one with the bad timing."
"Well... deal with her," Dr. B ordered, "while I handle the
Suki knelt at Opal's side, pulled the unconscious blonde's purse
off her shoulder, peeled the fleece jacket from her arms and
torso, then plasticuffed her wrists behind her back, cable-tied
her ankles together, and vripped a tight,
absorbent-towel-cable-tie-cleave-gag in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Dr. B had locked the front doors. Next, she
slid a sheet of white paper into the schedule holder on the back
of the left door. Hand-printed with a broad-tip magic marker and
easily read from the street was the message: "CLOSED FOR
EMERGENCY PLUMBING REPAIRS."
Dr. B returned to the scene of their final capture, lifted
Opal's bound, gagged, and unconscious body onto her shoulder,
and headed for the locker room. Suki followed with Opal's
purse and jacket.
"I'm doing all the heavy lifting," Beebe complained as they
entered the locker room.
"That's because you're the statuesque amazon," Suki
chuckled. She added Opal's jacket and purse to the covered
laundry cart, then opened the locker next to the rattling,
mewling lockers incarcerating Scout, Erin, and Daphne. Dr.
B eased Opal to her feet, positioned her inside the locker, and
Suki closed and padlocked the door.
"Let the fun begin!" Suki laughed.
"It hasn't been fun 'til now?" Br. B inquired.
"Okay," Suki giggled, "let the real fun begin!"
Hand in hand, the kidnappers strolled from the locker room.
The first three lockers continued rattling and mewling.
A minute passed, then a fourth, well-muffled voice joined the
Dr. B and Suki
returned to the tearoom to find Kate Ricci still flat on her
back atop a pair of square cafe tables and still suffering the
effects of Beebe's paralytic drug. That is, she was lying
perfectly still as if in a deep sleep... or a coma.
"I'll get what we need and you can get started," Dr. B said.
"So kind," Suki giggled, then stepped forward and smiled down at
Kate's relaxed face. Kate gazed up through drooping,
half-open eyelids. "Hello in there," Suki purred.
"Let's make you more comfortable, shall we?"
Not surprisingly, Kate didn't respond.
Suki unzipped Kate's right boot... then pulled it from her right
leg and foot. The left boot followed. Next she
unbuttoned Kate's sweater dress, starting at the top between her
breasts, and working her way down to the bottom hem. She
then opened the dress, exposing Kate's white bra, nude
pantyhose, and a pair of white, underlying bikini-briefs.
"Oh, nice!" Suki sighed as she tugged the dress' sleeves
down Kate's arms, then pulled the pink garment from under her
limp torso and rump. "Just look at that body."
"She is in excellent shape," Dr. B agreed. "Skin
tone... healthy tan... muscle definition... percent body
Suki stepped to the foot of the table supporting Kate's lower
body, pulled a compact pair of bandage scissors from her utility
belt, then pinched the reinforced toe of Kate's right pantyhose,
stretched it away from her real toes, then used the scissors to
snip the nylon fabric. She continued snipping, slicing an
ever-growing cut up Kate's right foot... then along the outside
of her right leg. The blunt tip slid against Kate's skin
all the way up to and through the waistband over her right
hip. Suki returned to base of the table and did the same
to the left foot and leg. Finally, she pulled the ruined
pantyhose away and tossed them atop the rumpled dress.
Beebe watched, smiling behind the hood covering her lips and
face, as Suki sliced open and removed first Kate's panties...
and then her bra. The restaurateur was now completely
nude, lying flat on her back with her arms at her sides, feet
together, and her hair cascading off the head of the table under
her upper body.
"She'll do," Suki sighed.
"Her glorious Roman nose is growing on you?" Dr. B chuckled.
Suki reached for her own hood-covered nose with her gloved
hands. "Heaven forbid!" she gasped, then removed her black
gloves and tucked them into her belt. She then pulled up
her sleeves, exposing her forearms, hands, and fingers, and
donned a pair of latex gloves.
Beebe watched as her minion (and soon to be junior partner)
opened a bottle of extra-virgin olive oil from the tearoom
kitchen, poured a dollop onto her left glove, rubbed her
latex-clad hands together, then began massaging Kate's
breasts. "Just out of curiosity," Beebe purred as Suki's
oil massage continued, "the rest of the cuties get the rope
treatment, but this one is somehow... special?"
Suki's oil-drenched, latex-clad fingers and hands slid over
Kate's tan, smooth skin. "I've always wanted to try a
'Full Dexter' on a beautiful damsel." She expanded the
scope of her massage to include Kate's neck, shoulders, arms,
and torso. "As for why this one?" She oiled
and massaged Kate's hips, flat tummy, thighs, and began working
her way down the drug-paralyzed beauty's legs. "Why
not?" She oiled Kate's feet, and now, from the neck down,
Kate's nude, tan body glistened and gleamed.
"Will you need to use any of what we brought with us?" Dr. B
inquired, gesturing to the black nylon duffel bag on a nearby
Suki nodded to the rolls of transparent shrink-wrap on another
table. "Only the tape. I found plenty of Dexter-wrap
in the pantry."
"Dexter-wrap," Dr. B chuckled. "Imagine the packaging and
"Indeed," Suki agreed, gazing down at Kate's nude, glistening
form. She shifted her hooded gaze to her boss. "The
"I'll be right back," Beebe replied, turned, and left the
Suki returned to gazing at Kate... all of Kate. "This is
gonna be a lot of fun," she purred.
In less than a minute Dr. B returned with a "Yoga Board."
It was a long, narrow, plywood plank, 69 inches by 16 inches by
one-inch, with rounded ends and four shallow hardwood rockers
solidly screwed to the underside. It was designed to be
ridden something like a surfboard, to make standing asanas (yoga
poses) even more challenging. Suki intended putting it to
a different use.
Dr. B placed the board next to Kate's form, then, with Suki's
help, lifted her onto the board. As Kate was 5' 2" in her
stocking feet (or nude and glistening with oil), her entire body
was a good fit.
Suki selected a roll of shrink-wrap and set to work, bringing
her "Full Dexter" brainstorm to fruition.
She started by wrapping Kate's right hand and fingers, then
continued up her arm to her armpit. Kate's left hand and
arm received identical treatment, then Suki wrapped each of
Kate's legs from ankle to upper-thigh. Next, with Dr. B
lifting the lower half of the board, she stretched and wrapped
layer after layer of transparent wrap, binding Kate's oiled and
already wrapped gams together and to the board. She
included Kate's flipper-like, wrapped hands, binding them
against her thighs.
The next step was wrapping and binding of Kate's upper body to
the board. This part of the process was slightly
complicated by Suki placing shallow, two-inch cups of
translucent plastic, the kind used to hold condiments, over
Kate's nipples and bellybutton before she stretched and applied
the layers of wrap. It was tricky holding the cups in
place while the first layer compressed and adhered to Kate's
oiled breasts, and thereby held the cups in place, but with Dr.
B's help she persevered. The same was true for the navel
cup, but they managed.
Taut, stretched sheet followed taut, stretched sheet, until Kate
was cocooned to the board from shoulders to hips and from thighs
to ankles by twenty or more layers of tight, clinging layers of
clear wrap. Kate's head and feet were exposed, as was her
crotch, but the rest of her body was shrouded in plastic.
"I got to do the pantyhosectomy," Suki said to Dr. B, "so you
wanna do the cupectomies?"
"I am the surgeon in the room," Dr. B purred. "You
can assist." She gripped the cup shielding Kate's left
nipple with her left hand, lifted the cup, slightly stretching
the plastic over Kate's left breast, then held out her right
hand. "Scissors." Playing the role of surgical
nurse, Suki slapped the bandage scissors into Dr. B's right
palm. With careful, deft precision, Dr. B snipped the
plastic away from the full circumference of the cup... then
tossed the cup away. The plastic wrap layers snapped back
in place. leaving Kate's left nipple and areola exposed to the
air, once again. A right "cupectomy" followed... and then
the "cupectomy' that exposed Kate's bellybutton.
"Wanting to have the nipples available is obvious," Suki
explained, using her right index finger to trace the perfect
circles of plastic around the nipples in question. "And as
for the bellybutton..." She traced the circumference of
the circle framing Kate's navel as well.
"Aesthetics. She has a cute 'innie'."
"And once again we hear from Captain Obvious," Dr. B chuckled.
Suki returned to the duffel and produced a roll of clear
tape. "The right tool for the next phase of the job," she
purred as she removed the mainly orange cardboard packaging,
freed the end of the roll, and set to work. Dr. B helped
as before, but this time it was easier for her to lift Kate and
the board as they were now one plastic-wrapped unit.
Soon, multiple redundant bands of the clear, heavy-duty tape
reinforced Kate's shrink-wrap bondage above her breasts but
below her bare shoulders—below her breasts, across her elbows,
and above her exposed bellybutton—across her thighs and
plastic-wrapped fingers—above and below her knees—and across her
ankles. Suki was careful that each of the six to eight
layers of each band was stretched taut as it was applied, and
made sure the super-strong adhesive only touched first plastic
and then the earlier layers of tape, but never skin. She
expended one full roll of tape and most of a second.
Once again Suki returned to the duffel and this time returned
with a elliptical vibrator of white plastic the size of a small
chicken egg. It had a long, thin USB cable attached.
She anointed the egg with a little olive oil... then proceeded
to insert it into Kate's pussy.
"Don't you think it would have been a lot easier if you'd done
that first?" Dr. B inquired.
"Easier, "Suki giggled, "but it's more fun this way. And
the oil already on her thighs and pussy-lips helps a lot."
"Whatever," Dr. B chuckled, then lifted the board so Suki could
add a few more layers of wrap and tape over Kate's hips and
upper thighs, sealing in the vibrator... not that there was any
way the prisoner-of-the-board could have expelled the device if
the additional layers weren't there, of course.
Kate was now cocooned from shoulders to ankles (with exposed
nipples and navel), but her captors weren't yet finished.
Dr. B lifted Kate's head so Suki could slide a folded tea towel
underneath to act as a pillow. Suki then retrieved Kate's
ruined panties, gave them a delicate sniff through her hood,
then wrapped them around a two-inch ball of pink foam she'd
retrieved from the duffel and stuffed the panties and ball into
"Her panties?" Dr. B drawled as Suki used a wide strip of
translucent, hypoallergenic medical tape to tape Kate's lips
together and seal the panties and ball inside.
"Oh, please," Suki giggled as she carefully tore a strip of
shrink-wrap from a roll and stretched it across Kate's lower
face from just under her nose to the tip of her chin.
"You'd deduct style points if I didn't include her
panties. Anyway, I really don't know why I bothered.
She hasn't been wearing them very long. A pity there isn't
a hamper with a day-old, post-exercise gobstopper in the back
where she keeps her yoga outfits."
"You bothered 'cause you're incapable of restraining yourself,"
Dr. B chuckled.
"Hey!" Suki objected. "I'm good at self-bondage.
You know that."
Dr. B didn't answer. Instead, she continued holding Kate's
head steady as Suki used the clear, heavy-duty tape to pin
Kate's head in place with six tight, taut passes around the
board and over her stuffed, taped, and plastic-wrapped
mouth. Finally, Suki used another narrow strip of
plastic-wrap to shield Kate's forehead, then used the rest of
the roll to tape the prisoner-of-the-board's upper cranium in
"And... we're done," Suki said as she tidied up, returning the
tape's empty cardboard tube to the duffel. She zipped the
bag closed, then returned to Dr. B's side to smile down at their
helplessly cocooned plaything.
Dr. B shook her head. "That's not a Full Dexter," the
senior kidnapper stated.
Suki turned her hooded head towards her hooded boss. "It's
"That's a Super Dexter," Dr. B clarified.
"Awww..." Suki sighed and leaned the side of her hooded head
against Dr. B's shoulder. "You're so nice."
Dr. B glanced at her watch. "Fifteen to thirty minutes,"
"Til she can move?" Suki inquired.
"So to speak," Br. B drawled.
Seconds passed... and became a minute.
"Ain't she beautiful all bundled up like that?" Suki said
"She is," Dr. B agreed, took Suki's hand and gave it a gentle
squeeze. "They're always beautiful once we 'accessorize'
"Especially since we've pre-selected good looking candidates,"
Dr. B rolled her eyes. "Way to ruin the moment," she
sighed, then spun on her heel and walked away.
"I try," Suki giggled, then hurried to follow.
Kate remained behind, paralyzed for the next several minutes and
knowing she would remain totally helpless even after the drug
released her body. The shrink-wrap and tape would see to
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