"Don't look now, June, but our peeping tom is at the backdoor again," Susan said as her roommate came into the house."Mmm," June responded, "he seems to be dropping around often." The two girls lived in a comfortable one-story bungalow in aquiet part of the city. June was a glamorous-looking dark-hairedgirl who was a featured dancer in one of the city's best nightspots. Her specialty was an exotic number that showed off her5'7", 130 pound body to perfection. She moved with a grace andfluidity that belied her above-average size. Susan was abeautiful blonde who modeled lingerie for a large departmentstore. She was 5'5" and 118 pounds, and boasted an enticingfigure. While both girls were used to having men admire theirfigures, and indeed enjoyed it, they were getting concerned aboutthe peeping tom. They had first noticed him peering in throughthe rear door one night about three weeks ago. Their firstreaction was to scream, but they had remained silent, hoping hewould go away. He had left after a few minutes, but had beencoming back, and for increasing periods of time. He could nolonger be ignored. June and Susan now sat in the living room and pondered whatto do. "He's getting on my nerves," Susan said in a low voice sothe peeping tom could not hear her, "and I'm sure he's the onethat's stolen all those panties of mine off the clothesline outback." "Yes, and I've lost several pairs of nylons to him," Junesaid. "Apparently he's going to keep on bothering us unless wedo something." "But what?" Susan asked. June paused before answering. "I don't think it will domuch good to call the police. We don't even know his name. Ithink it would be best to take matters in our own hands. Supposewe could lure him into the house on some pretext, pin him down,maybe take off some of his clothes so he can't escape, and thenwork him over until he's so scared and embarrassed he won't thinkof bothering us again." "Sounds okay," Susan agreed, "but how do we do that? Afterall, he's bigger than either of us, and we might get hurt tryingsomething like that." June shifted her position on the couch, showing a good flashof nylon as she did so, muttering, "might as well show ourvisitor something to keep him occupied while we plot hisdownfall." She continued, "I think, if we work together, we canhandle him. I'm big and strong enough to give most men a goodtussle, and if I have to get dirty I can be murder on a man inthe clinches - as some of the wolves in this town have found outthe hard way. And I know you're stronger than you look, and knowa little something about handling a man. Remember that creep inthe movie lobby? He's probably still hurting from that knee yourammed into his stomach?" "I still don't know, June. I don't think we can take him onstraightaway, even together," Susan said. "Well, let's use a little strategy and some feminineweapons," June said. "I've been thinking about a plan since lasttime he was here. First, to lure him in here, I think we have tomake it seem like there's only one of us around. He probablywould be too uneasy with both of us. Now, suppose you pretend toleave on an errand. I'll toss some curves his way to get himreally hooked, then 'accidentally' discover him without lettingon I knew he was out there peeping. Once I get him inside, I'llturn on the charm and get him in a necking session. I'll startunloosening his clothes until he discovers what I'm up to, thencall for help. You come out from where you've been hiding, andwe'll get him down, sit on him, and take off his clothes. Thatshould slow him down. Then we can tie him up and work him over." After listening to June's plan, Susan still had some doubts.June argued, "the sooner we do something, the better. He's beenharmless, if creepy, but who knows when he might decided to get alittle more aggressive when one of us is alone. Besides," shegrinned, "I'm itching to get my hands on him. It might be fun toteach him a lesson. Susan finally agreed and prepared to "leave" the house toinaugurate the plan. "So long, I'll be back in a few hours," shecalled out, loud enough for the man to hear from the rear of thehouse, as she picked up her purse and strode towards the frontdoor. "Good night, Susan. I'll do a few chores around here beforegoing to bed," June answered. She took a long, leisurely stretchon the couch, knowing it provided a good show for her prey.After languishing a few more minutes on the couch, she arose andbegan to clean up the room, picking up magazines andstraightening furniture. She knew the stooping and bending wouldbe appreciated by him. She pretended dissatisfaction with theposition of the couch, and gave it a few tugs, but could not moveit to where she wanted. She sighed, then strode rapidly towardthe back door, apparently to get something from the rear of thehouse. She saw the face disappear quickly and knew he wasfleeing. But she reached the back door and flipped on the switchto light up the backyard a few seconds later. As she steppedthrough the door she pretended to notice him for the first time.He had had time only to get several strides away from the house. As June let out a little "oh," he stopped in confusion,realizing that he was close enough to be recognized and that hisnocturnal peeping might be spoiled because of it. He turned andfaced her, trying to regain his composure, and said, "Hello, Iwas just cutting through your back lawn to save some steps on theway home. I'm sorry if I scared you." "That's okay," June said breezily, "anytime." She wassizing him up, and saw a light-haired man, probably in his mid-twenties, of about average size. He was smiling at her, but hiswhole demeanor was one of deceitfulness. She disliked him morethan ever. "Say, if you're not in too much of a hurry, could I borrowyour muscles for a few minutes?" she quickly asked. "I want tomove a couch and can't by myself. I was going to get a crowbaror something from the garage, but I'm sure you'll do a betterjob." She accompanied her request with a dazzling smile, one fewmen could resist. "Uh, well, I just..." he stammered, but June cut in. "Oh, it will only take a minute. Pleased," she coaxed. "Okay," he agreed, "if you're really in need of help." Hefollowed her into the house and in a few minutes had the couchwhere she wanted it. "Why, thank you very much," she said. "Say, I don't evenknow your name." "Jim. Jim Weston," he replied. "Well, thank you, Jim. It was very kind of you. Nowperhaps I can repay you with a kiss." She moved close to him as he stood before the couch. Beforehe could say anything, she put her arms around him and gave him along, vigorous kiss. Her hands roamed over his body, and sheascertained that he was not particularly muscular. Just average. She ended the kiss and grasped his shoulders. "Mmm, thatwas delicious," she said. "Shall we try some more?" Without waiting for a reply, she embraced him again, onlythis time she leaned her full weight against him and made himstumble backwards onto the couch, her body atop his. Jim was thoroughly mystified by her aggressiveness. Neverhad such a beautiful, desirable woman thrown herself at him withsuch abandon, and he wondered what had possessed her. His firstthought was that it might be related to his peeping activities,yet the girl had given no sign of doubt when he had explained hispresence in the backyard. What, then? He had little time to think about the reasons, for June wasforcing his attention elsewhere. Her tongue was exploring hismouth, and her hands were roaming over his body again. She couldfeel his initial stiffness and uncertainty melt under her expertministrations. He was apparently, and understandably, beginningto enjoy it. His arms went about her and began to explore herbody. She overcame her feeling of disgust at having him handleher this way by thinking of how short his pleasure would be. As soon as she felt that his hands were busy on her and thathis attention was fixed thoroughly on the pleasure of the moment,June started to work. She kept one arm about him while shesneaked one hand down to his waist to undo the clasp on histrousers and ease his zipper open. Now the more difficult task of working his trousers over hiships. To accomplish this, she began to move and toss about,ostensibly to add variety to their necking. This made Jim movetoo, and every time he raised a hip she gave a slight tug on thatside of his trousers. But by the time she had his trousers pulled halfway down histhighs, he noticed what she was doing. "Hey, what are you up to?" he yelled, pushing her off himand grabbing at his pants. June knew her curves no longer were effective, but, feelingconfident of a victory, she grabbed at his trousers and saidangrily, "Just a little reverse panty raid, Mister. You like tosteal our clothes, so we're about to steal yours. Come on,Susan, let's get him." Horrified, Jim struck out angrily at her and clipped herchin, tumbling her off the couch and onto the floor. The blowhurt, and June knew he would not hesitate to hit either girl,hard, to prevent his capture. "Quick, Susan," she cried, as he hurriedly arose, pulled uphis pants and fastened the clasp. Susan rushed from the bedroom, where she had been hiding,and jumped Jim from behind, throwing one arm around his neck andgrabbing his hair with the other hand. He started throwingelbows violently. One caught Susan in the stomach, and shesagged to the floor. Temporarily free, Jim started running to the back door andfreedom. But June, still on her back from his shove, stuck out afoot and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his stomach. BothJim and June scrambled to their feet and raced each other to thedoor. Jim reached it first, but as he turned the knob Junestopped him by grabbing the top of his trousers in the middle ofhis back with both hands. "Whoa!" she said. "You're not going to get away now!" To his amazement, Jim could not pull her off him. He couldnot believe this lovely creature was strong enough to hold him.He was further amazed when she planted one foot against the sideof the doorframe and began straightening her leg. He was pulledaway from the door, and he heard the clasp of his trousers breakfrom the tension. He reached down to redo it, and June took advantage of thisto reach down and grab both of his cuffs. She jerked up and hisfeet flew out form under him. He tumbled to the floor, rollingonto his back before he could stop his momentum. June crouched over him like a tiger and noticed that herlast tug had pulled his trousers down halfway on his thighs.With a gleam in her eye she slammed a high heel to the floor inthe space between his crotch and the top of his trousers, thenknelt to place one knee on his stomach as she tried to wiggle herlet through the opening between his thighs, to that he could notpull his trousers up. Jim tried to rise, but June caught his chin with the heel ofher hand and jolted his head back. He was knocked flat on hisback, and his head rang as it struck the floor hard. This took the fight out of him for a few seconds, and a lookof panic spread across his face as he now realized that he wasgoing to lose the battle. This lovely, exotic creature atop him,whose name he did not know but whom he had admired and watchedsecretly for weeks now, seemed determined not to let him getaway. She was a strong, efficient, deadly foe. As she shifted position so that she sat with her full weightbearing down on his hips and thighs, she laughed, "Now, yousneak, we have you where we want you. Let's see how much fightyou have without your pants!" Jim tried to toss this devilish creature off, but she was sofirmly seated that he could hardly budge her. She pinched andtickled him until he gave up and ceased struggling for a moment. By this time Susan had regained her breath and was eager toget even with Jim. She now stood over his head, and June said toher, "Good, girl, back to the battle. I've got him undercontrol. You sit on him up there and I'll remove his pants." "Only glad to!" Susan said. Looking up, Jim saw anothergirl with fire in her eye. She wasn't as big as the vixenpinning his hips, but she seemed as determined. With a cry of delight she said, "I have just the way to doit, June. Since he likes my panties so much, I'll give him afirst-hand view of the pair I have on!" She hitched up her skirt and, with a rustle of silk andnylon, began to sit down on his face. Jim started to yell andraised his hands to ward her off, but she grabbed his wrists andsat hard on his face. His protests were cut off, and his visionblocked as he was squashed by a pair of silk panties andsurrounded by a jungle of nylon, skirt and negligee. He couldhardly move or breathe, and Susan added to his discomfort bybouncing up and down a few times. "Beautiful, beautiful!" June said. "How appropriate!" Jim could feel her shift her position and start to removehis trousers. He bucked desperately, but got nowhere. Nearly250 pounds of shapely but surprisingly strong womanhood wasseated strategically atop him, and he didn't have a chance. Thegirl on his head was only of average size, but she knew how topinch and claw and pull at his hands and fingers so that he couldnot get a good hold on her. And every place he did grab seemedto be covered by slippery nylon or fragile undergarments thatfrustrated him further. The girl on his hips knew exactly how touse her weight to prevent him from kicking. June now had his trousers at his ankles and pulled them offhis feet after removing his shoes and socks. "To the victors belong the spoils!" she shouted, as she heldhis trousers aloft triumphantly. "Three cheers for us," Susan added. They then teamed up toremove his shirt. He was now wearing only his shorts, and Jim felt June graspthe top of them. With a wink she asked Susan, "Shall we removethese, too?" Susan answered shyly, "Let's let him keep them awhile.Maybe later we'll find it necessary to take them off." She thenrose from her seat on his face. Jim let out a double sight of relief, but June quickly movedup to straddle his chest. She was not laughing now. As Susangathered up his clothes, June said firmly, "Now, Mr. Weston,let's have some explanations as to why you've been peeping on usand stealing our clothes." He looked exceedingly embarrassed, and when he did not replyfor several seconds, June grabbed his shorts and said menacingly,"Talk!" "I didn't mean any harm," Jim stuttered. "You're both soattractive, I just couldn't help watching. And I was afraidyou'd turn me down if I asked you for a date." "You're right there!" June responded. "Neither of us canstand creeps. But why steal our nylons and panties?" Jim was really sweating as he answered, "I just consideredyou had the best pair of legs I'd ever seen, and she had such abeautiful figure, I wanted something to remind me of them." "How disgusting!" said Susan, who had, unnoticed by Jim,locked the doors so he couldn't run out. "I agree," said June, "now what to do with this...thing?" "Please, please, let me go!" Jim begged desperately. "Iwon't bother you again. I won't peep, I won't take your things.Please, I was only admiring your figures." His pleas were so fervent and appeared so sincere, that bothgirls started to soften. As he continued to beg, they looked ateach other and decided that perhaps they had taught him enough ofa lesson. Much as she would like to continue, June thought thathe had, in his perverse way, paid them a compliment. "Okay, you can go, if you promise not to bother us again,"she said as she arose from him, "but don't ever let us see orcatch you around here again!" Jim got up slowly, gathered up his clothes in his arms, andthen walked to the rear door. He paused there, turned, and thefury that had built up inside him as the girls had taken him downand taken off his clothes exploded as he said, "You can be sureI'll never be around here again, you devils!" THen, as the girls listened in amazement, he started callingthem names that brought blushes to their faces. Their amazementturned to fury, and they started walking toward him. He grabbedthe doorknob and said, "You'll never catch me! I know my waythrough the backyard, even in the dark!" He pulled he knob, but nothing happened. He pulled again,and it still did not budge. Frantically he jerked as the girlsclosed in. "Don't bother, buster, it's locked!" June said. "Now you'llreally get what you deserve!" He whirled to find two grinning girls. He dashed betweenthem for the front door, but found it locked too. He turned andfound himself being stalked like jungle prey by two tigers inhigh heels. He dropped his clothes and started movingfrantically so they could not corner him. And he lookeddesperately for a route of escape. "What's the matter?" June cooed. "Afraid of a couple ofgirls? Why you're bigger than either of us." Jim saw a door and ,hoping it led to the outside, opened itand dashed through. A peal of laughter arose from both girls,and too late he realized he had entered one of the girls'bedrooms. They chased him inside, then June shut the door, locked it,and said, "Now I've got you in my room. And you'll wish younever saw it before I'm through!" Seeking any out he could, he said, "That's not fair, twoagainst one! You wouldn't be so brave alone!" June replied, "We're not interested in being fair to you.Only in fixing your little red wagon and your vile tongue. But,if you insist, I'm very happy to take you on - alone!" She began unzipping her dress,and as she stepped out of it,Jim realized why she was so strong. Her attire of a brief, sexybra and panties revealed a flat, firm stomach, strong musclesalong her thighs, and a well-built pair of shoulders. She was assolid as a rock, and incredibly curved. "Susan," she said, "Get a pair of nylons out of the dresser.Since he likes mine so much, I'll use a pair to tie him up!" Jim eyed Susan as she went to the dresser and wailed, "Tieme up? What are you going to do?" June said confidently, "I'm going to take you down and tieand gag you so you won't be able to move a muscle. Then we'lldecide what to do next." She was confident that he was soconfused and scared, she could handle him fairly easily now. As he backed away from her, she mocked, "Afraid of even onegirl, big boy?" He tried to break by her, but she grabbed a hand, sat backon the nearby bed, braced one foot against the bedboard at thefoot of the bed, and began pulling. Jim saw the muscles along her leg bulge as she straightenedher leg. Though he tried to pull away, her let was too strongfor him, and he felt himself being pulled steadily toward her. "C'mon to bed with me," June taunted, "there are a fewthings I want to try with you!" With one big, final push of her leg she tumbled him into bedbeside her. Before he could recover she was all over him. Shepinched him cruelly in the ribs, jerked his hair hard, twisted anearlobe, then smashed a knee into his stomach to double him over.She pushed him onto his stomach and jumped astraddle his back,then snaked an arm around his neck and applied a tightstranglehold. He tried to roll her off, but she rode himexpertly. She squeezed hard for several seconds, and when shelet go his head bobbed limply. "Give me a nylon," she ordered Susan, and while Jim tried toregain his breath she turned around and sat on the back of hislegs as she deftly wound a nylon around his ankles and tied aknot. His legs were now immobilized. "Now, let's tie those arms behind his back," she said, asshe again straddled his back. She reached for his hands, but indesperation he clutched them together under his body. June only laughed at this futile move and said, "That won'tstop me!" She reached under, grabbed one of his little fingers andbegan to bend it back. "You bitch!" Jim cried, as pain shot through his entire arm. Her bending made him release his hold, and June dragged hisarm from under him and twisted it behind his back. She took theother nylon from Susan and wrapped it around his wrist, thenmoved a knee up to pin his wrist against his back. Then she reached under and extracted his other arm by thesame grip on the little finger, pulled it behind his back, andknotted the wrists together. Jim started to sob at being so manhandled, and June said,"Why, our big man is crying like a baby! And I've hardlystarted. I think we must wash out his mouth with soap for thosenames he called us, Susan!" Susan replied, "You bet! I'll get the soap." By the time she returned with a bar o soap, June had rolledJim onto his back and was kneeling at the back of his head,facing him, a knee at each side of his head. She took the soapand ordered, "Open up." But Jim clamped his mouth shut. "That's no trouble either," June said as she clamped hisnostrils shut with one hand. As his supply of air faded, Jimshook his head violently, but her knees restricted his movement.He was finally forced to gulp for air, and June shoved the bar ofsoap in. He tried to spit it out, but she held a hand over hismouth. The soap taste filled his mouth and made him choke and gaspviolently, as the girls laughed. It seemed like an hour beforeJune removed her hand and he could hobble to the bathroom andspit out the soap. They even held a glass of water for him torinse out his mouth, and bubbles cane once again. But his trial was not yet over, for June then jammed a pairof rubber falsies into his mouth and secured them there by abright red silk scarf, which she knotted behind his head. Now he was both bound and gagged with the type of femininearticles that he coveted so secretly. June and Susan gazed downin triumphant satisfaction at their helpless, miserable victim. "Lovely job, don't you think?" Susan asked. Next Susan returned with her camera and flash unit. Jimtried to roll off the bed to escape this final humiliation, butJune took a firm grip on his two ears and twisted him back ontothe pillow as one bulldogs a steer. Then she plopped her firmand shapely buttocks, clad in their lacy black panties, fully onhis chest, adding to his discomfort in having his nylon-boundarms beneath the weight of his body by putting her own fullweight on it. She raised her clenched fists up and outward in thetraditional pose of the victor, causing her lovely, full breaststo jut out over her foaming, gagged prey like a canopy. "Smile for the camera, you helpless, woman-whipped sissy!"she said, turning her head for a pose. "We'll make severalcopies of these, Jim Weston, and keep them handy to post on youcompany bulletin board or publish in the plant newspaper if youever bother us once we release you or don't do exactly as we say.There's a lot of information about you in your walletidentification cards." Gagged as he was, all that the poor man could do wasregister an expression of fear and shake his head to let themknow how completely he was at their mercy. "Maybe by now Mr. Weston would like to apologize to us, "Susan suggested. She took the gag off and untied him. Dry-mouthed and rueful, the sore-muscled, exhausted mancould only lie there gasping. "You've had us living a life of terror for a long time now,uncertain when the peeping tom would show up again or strike orsteal something of ours or maybe hurt us. Now you can know alittle of what it's like!" "I'll try to do whatever you say," he said cringing. "Good!" Susan cut in. "Now go outside and get your thingson. Then stick this pair of nylons we had you all bound with inyour pocked so that the tops and feet show fully and prominently.We want everyone you pass to notice them. And don't put them allthe way into your pocked until you get home!" Scarlet with embarrassment, the man in the panties with thelipsticked mouth went into the yard and got dressed. He wascareful to arrange the nylons as they had ordered in his breastpocket and walked away. The dangling nylons seemed a flag of victory to the girls,and they grinned with pride as their victim slouched home withhis tail between his legs, or his nylons hanging, as it were.
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