Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 14:47:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
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.