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     "Don't look now, June, but our peeping tom is at the back

door 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 a

quiet part of the city.  June was a glamorous-looking dark-haired

girl who was a featured dancer in one of the city's best night

spots.  Her specialty was an exotic number that showed off her

5'7", 130 pound body to perfection.  She moved with a grace and

fluidity that belied her above-average size.  Susan was a

beautiful blonde who modeled lingerie for a large department

store.  She was 5'5" and 118 pounds, and boasted an enticing

figure.

     While both girls were used to having men admire their

figures, and indeed enjoyed it, they were getting concerned about

the peeping tom.  They had first noticed him peering in through

the rear door one night about three weeks ago.  Their first

reaction was to scream, but they had remained silent, hoping he

would go away.  He had left after a few minutes, but had been

coming back, and for increasing periods of time.  He could no

longer be ignored.

     June and Susan now sat in the living room and pondered what

to do.  "He's getting on my nerves," Susan said in a low voice so

the peeping tom could not hear her, "and I'm sure he's the one

that's stolen all those panties of mine off the clothesline out

back."

     "Yes, and I've lost several pairs of nylons to him," June

said.  "Apparently he's going to keep on bothering us unless we

do something."

     "But what?" Susan asked.

     June paused before answering.  "I don't think it will do

much good to call the police.  We don't even know his name.  I

think it would be best to take matters in our own hands.  Suppose

we 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 then

work him over until he's so scared and embarrassed he won't think

of bothering us again."

     "Sounds okay," Susan agreed, "but how do we do that?  After

all, he's bigger than either of us, and we might get hurt trying

something like that."

     June shifted her position on the couch, showing a good flash

of nylon as she did so, muttering, "might as well show our

visitor something to keep him occupied while we plot his

downfall."  She continued, "I think, if we work together, we can

handle him.  I'm big and strong enough to give most men a good

tussle, and if I have to get dirty I can be murder on a man in

the clinches - as some of the wolves in this town have found out

the hard way.  And I know you're stronger than you look, and know

a little something about handling a man.  Remember that creep in

the movie lobby?  He's probably still hurting from that knee you

rammed into his stomach?"

     "I still don't know, June.  I don't think we can take him on

straightaway, even together," Susan said.

     "Well, let's use a little strategy and some feminine

weapons," June said.  "I've been thinking about a plan since last

time he was here.  First, to lure him in here, I think we have to

make it seem like there's only one of us around.  He probably

would be too uneasy with both of us.  Now, suppose you pretend to

leave on an errand.  I'll toss some curves his way to get him

really hooked, then 'accidentally' discover him without letting

on I knew he was out there peeping.  Once I get him inside, I'll

turn on the charm and get him in a necking session.  I'll start

unloosening his clothes until he discovers what I'm up to, then

call for help.  You come out from where you've been hiding, and

we'll get him down, sit on him, and take off his clothes.  That

should 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 been

harmless, if creepy, but who knows when he might decided to get a

little more aggressive when one of us is alone.  Besides," she

grinned, "I'm itching to get my hands on him.  It might be fun to

teach him a lesson.

     Susan finally agreed and prepared to "leave" the house to

inaugurate the plan.  "So long, I'll be back in a few hours," she

called out, loud enough for the man to hear from the rear of the

house, as she picked up her purse and strode towards the front

door.

     "Good night, Susan.  I'll do a few chores around here before

going to bed," June answered.  She took a long, leisurely stretch

on the couch, knowing it provided a good show for her prey.

After languishing a few more minutes on the couch, she arose and

began to clean up the room, picking up magazines and

straightening furniture.  She knew the stooping and bending would

be appreciated by him.  She pretended dissatisfaction with the

position of the couch, and gave it a few tugs, but could not move

it to where she wanted.  She sighed, then strode rapidly toward

the back door, apparently to get something from the rear of the

house.  She saw the face disappear quickly and knew he was

fleeing.  But she reached the back door and flipped on the switch

to light up the backyard a few seconds later.  As she stepped

through 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 his

nocturnal peeping might be spoiled because of it.  He turned and

faced her, trying to regain his composure, and said, "Hello, I

was just cutting through your back lawn to save some steps on the

way home.  I'm sorry if I scared you."

     "That's okay," June said breezily, "anytime."  She was

sizing him up, and saw a light-haired man, probably in his mid-

twenties, of about average size.  He was smiling at her, but his

whole demeanor was one of deceitfulness.  She disliked him more

than ever.

     "Say, if you're not in too much of a hurry, could I borrow

your muscles for a few minutes?" she quickly asked.  "I want to

move a couch and can't by myself.  I was going to get a crowbar

or something from the garage, but I'm sure you'll do a better

job."  She accompanied her request with a dazzling smile, one few

men 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."  He

followed her into the house and in a few minutes had the couch

where she wanted it.

     "Why, thank you very much," she said.  "Say, I don't even

know your name."

     "Jim.  Jim Weston," he replied.

     "Well, thank you, Jim.  It was very kind of you.  Now

perhaps I can repay you with a kiss."

     She moved close to him as he stood before the couch.  Before

he could say anything, she put her arms around him and gave him a

long, vigorous kiss.  Her hands roamed over his body, and she

ascertained that he was not particularly muscular.  Just average.

     She ended the kiss and grasped his shoulders.  "Mmm, that

was delicious," she said.  "Shall we try some more?"

     Without waiting for a reply, she embraced him again, only

this time she leaned her full weight against him and made him

stumble backwards onto the couch, her body atop his.

     Jim was thoroughly mystified by her aggressiveness.  Never

had such a beautiful, desirable woman thrown herself at him with

such abandon, and he wondered what had possessed her.  His first

thought was that it might be related to his peeping activities,

yet the girl had given no sign of doubt when he had explained his

presence in the backyard.  What, then?

     He had little time to think about the reasons, for June was

forcing his attention elsewhere.  Her tongue was exploring his

mouth, and her hands were roaming over his body again.  She could

feel his initial stiffness and uncertainty melt under her expert

ministrations.  He was apparently, and understandably, beginning

to enjoy it.  His arms went about her and began to explore her

body.  She overcame her feeling of disgust at having him handle

her this way by thinking of how short his pleasure would be.

     As soon as she felt that his hands were busy on her and that

his attention was fixed thoroughly on the pleasure of the moment,

June started to work.  She kept one arm about him while she

sneaked one hand down to his waist to undo the clasp on his

trousers and ease his zipper open.

     Now the more difficult task of working his trousers over his

hips.  To accomplish this, she began to move and toss about,

ostensibly to add variety to their necking.  This made Jim move

too, and every time he raised a hip she gave a slight tug on that

side of his trousers.

     But by the time she had his trousers pulled halfway down his

thighs, he noticed what she was doing.

     "Hey, what are you up to?" he yelled, pushing her off him

and grabbing at his pants.

     June knew her curves no longer were effective, but, feeling

confident of a victory, she grabbed at his trousers and said

angrily, "Just a little reverse panty raid, Mister.  You like to

steal 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 her

chin, tumbling her off the couch and onto the floor.  The blow

hurt, 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 up

his 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 and

grabbing his hair with the other hand.  He started throwing

elbows violently.  One caught Susan in the stomach, and she

sagged to the floor.

     Temporarily free, Jim started running to the back door and

freedom.  But June, still on her back from his shove, stuck out a

foot and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his stomach.  Both

Jim and June scrambled to their feet and raced each other to the

door.  Jim reached it first, but as he turned the knob June

stopped him by grabbing the top of his trousers in the middle of

his 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 could

not believe this lovely creature was strong enough to hold him.

He was further amazed when she planted one foot against the side

of the doorframe and began straightening her leg.  He was pulled

away from the door, and he heard the clasp of his trousers break

from the tension.

     He reached down to redo it, and June took advantage of this

to reach down and grab both of his cuffs.  She jerked up and his

feet flew out form under him.  He tumbled to the floor, rolling

onto his back before he could stop his momentum.

     June crouched over him like a tiger and noticed that her

last tug had pulled his trousers down halfway on his thighs.

With a gleam in her eye she slammed a high heel to the floor in

the space between his crotch and the top of his trousers, then

knelt to place one knee on his stomach as she tried to wiggle her

let through the opening between his thighs, to that he could not

pull his trousers up.

     Jim tried to rise, but June caught his chin with the heel of

her hand and jolted his head back.  He was knocked flat on his

back, and his head rang as it struck the floor hard.

     This took the fight out of him for a few seconds, and a look

of panic spread across his face as he now realized that he was

going to lose the battle.  This lovely, exotic creature atop him,

whose name he did not know but whom he had admired and watched

secretly for weeks now, seemed determined not to let him get

away.  She was a strong, efficient, deadly foe.

     As she shifted position so that she sat with her full weight

bearing down on his hips and thighs, she laughed, "Now, you

sneak, we have you where we want you.  Let's see how much fight

you have without your pants!"

     Jim tried to toss this devilish creature off, but she was so

firmly seated that he could hardly budge her.  She pinched and

tickled him until he gave up and ceased struggling for a moment.

     By this time Susan had regained her breath and was eager to

get even with Jim.  She now stood over his head, and June said to

her, "Good, girl, back to the battle.  I've got him under

control.  You sit on him up there and I'll remove his pants."

     "Only glad to!" Susan said.  Looking up, Jim saw another

girl with fire in her eye.  She wasn't as big as the vixen

pinning his hips, but she seemed as determined.

     With a cry of delight she said, "I have just the way to do

it, June.  Since he likes my panties so much, I'll give him a

first-hand view of the pair I have on!"

     She hitched up her skirt and, with a rustle of silk and

nylon, began to sit down on his face.  Jim started to yell and

raised his hands to ward her off, but she grabbed his wrists and

sat hard on his face.  His protests were cut off, and his vision

blocked as he was squashed by a pair of silk panties and

surrounded by a jungle of nylon, skirt and negligee.  He could

hardly move or breathe, and Susan added to his discomfort by

bouncing up and down a few times.

     "Beautiful, beautiful!" June said.  "How appropriate!"

     Jim could feel her shift her position and start to remove

his trousers.  He bucked desperately, but got nowhere.  Nearly

250 pounds of shapely but surprisingly strong womanhood was

seated strategically atop him, and he didn't have a chance.  The

girl on his head was only of average size, but she knew how to

pinch and claw and pull at his hands and fingers so that he could

not get a good hold on her.  And every place he did grab seemed

to be covered by slippery nylon or fragile undergarments that

frustrated him further.  The girl on his hips knew exactly how to

use her weight to prevent him from kicking.

     June now had his trousers at his ankles and pulled them off

his feet after removing his shoes and socks.

     "To the victors belong the spoils!" she shouted, as she held

his trousers aloft triumphantly.

     "Three cheers for us," Susan added.  They then teamed up to

remove his shirt.

     He was now wearing only his shorts, and Jim felt June grasp

the top of them.  With a wink she asked Susan, "Shall we remove

these, too?"

     Susan answered shyly, "Let's let him keep them awhile.

Maybe later we'll find it necessary to take them off."  She then

rose from her seat on his face.

     Jim let out a double sight of relief, but June quickly moved

up to straddle his chest.  She was not laughing now.  As Susan

gathered up his clothes, June said firmly, "Now, Mr. Weston,

let's have some explanations as to why you've been peeping on us

and stealing our clothes."

     He looked exceedingly embarrassed, and when he did not reply

for several seconds, June grabbed his shorts and said menacingly,

"Talk!"

     "I didn't mean any harm," Jim stuttered.  "You're both so

attractive, I just couldn't help watching.  And I was afraid

you'd turn me down if I asked you for a date."

     "You're right there!" June responded.  "Neither of us can

stand creeps.  But why steal our nylons and panties?"

     Jim was really sweating as he answered, "I just considered

you had the best pair of legs I'd ever seen, and she had such a

beautiful 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.  "I

won'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 both

girls started to soften.  As he continued to beg, they looked at

each other and decided that perhaps they had taught him enough of

a lesson.  Much as she would like to continue, June thought that

he 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 or

catch you around here again!"

     Jim got up slowly, gathered up his clothes in his arms, and

then walked to the rear door.  He paused there, turned, and the

fury that had built up inside him as the girls had taken him down

and taken off his clothes exploded as he said, "You can be sure

I'll never be around here again, you devils!"

     THen, as the girls listened in amazement, he started calling

them names that brought blushes to their faces.  Their amazement

turned to fury, and they started walking toward him.  He grabbed

the doorknob and said, "You'll never catch me!  I know my way

through 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 girls

closed in.

     "Don't bother, buster, it's locked!" June said.  "Now you'll

really get what you deserve!"

     He whirled to find two grinning girls.  He dashed between

them for the front door, but found it locked too.  He turned and

found himself being stalked like jungle prey by two tigers in

high heels.  He dropped his clothes and started moving

frantically so they could not corner him.  And he looked

desperately for a route of escape.

     "What's the matter?" June cooed.  "Afraid of a couple of

girls?  Why you're bigger than either of us."

     Jim saw a door and ,hoping it led to the outside, opened it

and 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 you

never saw it before I'm through!"

     Seeking any out he could, he said, "That's not fair, two

against 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, sexy

bra and panties revealed a flat, firm stomach, strong muscles

along her thighs, and a well-built pair of shoulders.  She was as

solid 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, "Tie

me up?  What are you going to do?"

     June said confidently, "I'm going to take you down and tie

and gag you so you won't be able to move a muscle.  Then we'll

decide what to do next."  She was confident that he was so

confused and scared, she could handle him fairly easily now.

     As he backed away from her, she mocked, "Afraid of even one

girl, big boy?"

     He tried to break by her, but she grabbed a hand, sat back

on the nearby bed, braced one foot against the bedboard at the

foot of the bed, and began pulling.

     Jim saw the muscles along her leg bulge as she straightened

her leg.  Though he tried to pull away, her let was too strong

for him, and he felt himself being pulled steadily toward her.

     "C'mon to bed with me," June taunted, "there are a few

things I want to try with you!"

     With one big, final push of her leg she tumbled him into bed

beside her.  Before he could recover she was all over him.  She

pinched him cruelly in the ribs, jerked his hair hard, twisted an

earlobe, 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 tight

stranglehold.  He tried to roll her off, but she rode him

expertly.  She squeezed hard for several seconds, and when she

let go his head bobbed limply.

     "Give me a nylon," she ordered Susan, and while Jim tried to

regain his breath she turned around and sat on the back of his

legs as she deftly wound a nylon around his ankles and tied a

knot.  His legs were now immobilized.

     "Now, let's tie those arms behind his back," she said, as

she again straddled his back.  She reached for his hands, but in

desperation he clutched them together under his body.

     June only laughed at this futile move and said, "That won't

stop me!"

     She reached under, grabbed one of his little fingers and

began 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 his

arm from under him and twisted it behind his back.  She took the

other nylon from Susan and wrapped it around his wrist, then

moved a knee up to pin his wrist against his back.

     Then she reached under and extracted his other arm by the

same grip on the little finger, pulled it behind his back, and

knotted 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 hardly

started.  I think we must wash out his mouth with soap for those

names 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 rolled

Jim 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 soap

and ordered, "Open up."

     But Jim clamped his mouth shut.

     "That's no trouble either," June said as she clamped his

nostrils shut with one hand.  As his supply of air faded, Jim

shook his head violently, but her knees restricted his movement.

He was finally forced to gulp for air, and June shoved the bar of

soap in.  He tried to spit it out, but she held a hand over his

mouth.

     The soap taste filled his mouth and made him choke and gasp

violently, as the girls laughed.  It seemed like an hour before

June removed her hand and he could hobble to the bathroom and

spit out the soap.  They even held a glass of water for him to

rinse out his mouth, and bubbles cane once again.

     But his trial was not yet over, for June then jammed a pair

of rubber falsies into his mouth and secured them there by a

bright red silk scarf, which she knotted behind his head.

     Now he was both bound and gagged with the type of feminine

articles that he coveted so secretly.  June and Susan gazed down

in triumphant satisfaction at their helpless, miserable victim.

     "Lovely job, don't you think?" Susan asked.

     Next Susan returned with her camera and flash unit.  Jim

tried to roll off the bed to escape this final humiliation, but

June took a firm grip on his two ears and twisted him back onto

the pillow as one bulldogs a steer.  Then she plopped her firm

and shapely buttocks, clad in their lacy black panties, fully on

his chest, adding to his discomfort in having his nylon-bound

arms beneath the weight of his body by putting her own full

weight on it.

     She raised her clenched fists up and outward in the

traditional pose of the victor, causing her lovely, full breasts

to 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 several

copies of these, Jim Weston, and keep them handy to post on you

company bulletin board or publish in the plant newspaper if you

ever bother us once we release you or don't do exactly as we say.

There's a lot of information about you in your wallet

identification cards."

     Gagged as he was, all that the poor man could do was

register an expression of fear and shake his head to let them

know 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 man

could 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 or

steal something of ours or maybe hurt us.  Now you can know a

little 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 things

on.  Then stick this pair of nylons we had you all bound with in

your pocked so that the tops and feet show fully and prominently.

We want everyone you pass to notice them.  And don't put them all

the way into your pocked until you get home!"

     Scarlet with embarrassment, the man in the panties with the

lipsticked mouth went into the yard and got dressed.  He was

careful to arrange the nylons as they had ordered in his breast

pocket and walked away.

     The dangling nylons seemed a flag of victory to the girls,

and they grinned with pride as their victim slouched home with

his tail between his legs, or his nylons hanging, as it were.



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