Copyright 2015 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions
The Sleepyland motel would have been rated an F by any guide book. There were cockroaches that ran to darkened shadows of the room when the light was turned on. The windows were cracked and they rattled every time there was a gust of wind. The blankets looked about 50 years old. The sheets were torn and had stains that it was better not to know the origins of. The towels looked like they were used by a car mechanic, except for the towel that looked like it had been used by a serial killer. The plastic shower curtain was only half there. But there were no questions asked, no calls to the police and any screams would be ignored.
It was a motel for criminals looking to cross the broader. The state police knew about the motel, but the local police were well paid never to 'find' anything suspicious when they were asked to investigate.
It was 5am when Sylvia and Paige pulled into the parking lot. Most fugitives only traveled by night and slept during the day. After paying the motel clerk, a guy that looked like one of the characters from the movie 'Deliverance,' the standard $1,000 per night, Sylvia and Paige lugged each of their nylon shrouded captives into the flea infested motel room.
Sylvia unpacked a bedpan. With a gun to each woman's head, she allowed each of them to relieve themselves. The act was carried out by untying enough of the encasement and the crotch pantyhose to allow the bedpan to be slipped into place as they sat on the bed. Neither woman resisted as the need to go outweighed all other needs at the moment. Any chance for escape was quickly removed as each captive was retied as before. Paige, of course, made sure each crotch hose was tightly in place. Her hands spent an unnecessarily long time checking each captive' twat, causing them to moan from the unwanted attention.
Callie and Helen were then stacked like logs facing each other and secured together with more pantyhose. Covers were pulled up over their pantyhose encased bodies allowing them warmth. Of course, the close proximity of their bodies provided additional heat. The nylon made it difficult to see, but when the two women did manage to open their eyes, they saw the other's eyes staring back at them. Their gags made conversation impossible and if they tried to talk, the covers would be lifted and several hard slaps would be applied to each available butt check, protected only by a thin layer of nylon. The slaps made the women buck and that pulled their crotch hose...the course nylon providing undesired stimulation to their ultra-sensitive twats.
Callie and Helen's breasts were smashed together by the pantyhose bindings. The slight movements from breathing causing the nipples to rub against their nylon cocoon. Thus, the women's nipples remained at attention, hard nuggets pressing into the other's equally stimulated breasts.
If Callie and Helen thought they were going to get any sleep or perhaps even escape, they were mistaken. After speaking in whispers for a couple of hours, Sylvia and Paige went to bed on either side of their captives. Of course, mother and daughter had helped each other undress.
"Get a room," Callie thought and then realized that they had a %$&*^ room.
Once settled in bed, Sylvia and Paige sandwiched the captives with their naked bodies and began slowly rubbing their sexually hot twats against the nylon cocoons. Callie and Helen's bound hands, which were bound behind their backs facing the woman's bodies, extended out in just the right location. For the first hour, Sylvia and Paige's moans of pleasure echoed in the room. One climax and then another and finally, their captors were asleep, draped over the encased women. It was impossible to struggle without waking them up.
It was 7pm in the evening when Callie and then Helen woke up with a start. It was the smell of food that had brought the captives back from a deep sleep. Sylvia and Paige had already showered and gotten dressed. They were sitting at the tiny table eating fast food. It smelled wonderful, but the captives could only look and smell. No food was offered.
The hapless heroines were allowed to use the bedpan again and had water squirted under their gags.
It was dark as Helen and Callie were loaded into the car once again like logs. The engine started and the car slowly moved from the parking lot, to a gravel road and then to the highway. Each bounce brought discomfort. Unlike the previous night, there was no dirty blanket covering them so the cold air swirled around the nylon cocoons. To make matters worse, Paige would reach back and caress sensitive locations the bodies of Callie and Helen, which made the captives squirm, which caused the crotch nylons to rub, which caused them to squirm some more. Paige was clearly enjoying this action with its ripple effect.
The time past slowly...Callie was certain that their captors intended to kill Helen and her as soon as they were not needed as hostages any more. Then the car pulled off of the highway. About a half mile off of the highway, Sylvia stopped the car.
"Time to drop off Office Bloomfield," Sylvia's announcement was met with panicked gagged noises from her captives, "If Helen behaves and helps us cross the border, we will tell her where she can find Officer Bloomfield. Otherwise, the elements will get her. If Officer Bloomfield behaves, Helen will live to see her again" Both Paige and Sylvia had huge smiles on their faces that tried to mask the lie that was being told. They lifted Callie out of the car and then Paige put her over her shoulder. They disappeared into the woods, guidded by flashlights, leaving Helen to hopelessly struggle in her tight nylon cocoon in the backseat of the car.
"Now Callie, you don't think that we are going to let you live, do you?" Paige giggled uncontrollably, "But we are going to drop you off!" Callie wondered if this meant off of a cliff.
They continued to walk with Paige's hand caressing Callie's twat with every step.
"Here we are, Officer Bloomfield...your final resting place," Sylvia laughed, "Sorry there will be no headstone for you. And don't worry, we have a similar spot selected for Helen" Callie looked around trying to figure out how she was going to die.
"Mother, I think we should have Helen pleasure us before we dispose of her," Paige said with a smile as she put Callie down on the soft forest floor, "Killing this bitch is making me horny again"
"I think that sweet Helen would do anything for her dear friend Officer Bloomfield, don't you Callie. Yes, I am sure with the correct persuasion Helen will use that magic tongue of hers. Of course, we won't tell her that she is going to die until after she is gagged again and on her way to her grave," Sylvia chuckled.
"Have you figured it out yet, Callie?" Paige squealed. She was truly excited. At this point, Callie would have preferred a shot to the head, but she knew that would be much too fast for these sick puppies. She hoped that Paige wouldn't use her knife because that would be slow and painful. Fortunately, the knife was no where to be seen. Then there was strangulation. Slow and very personal. Strange as it might seem, Callie figured that these two wouldn't do their own killing.
There was a marsh-like area next to where they stopped. A great place to dispose of a body, except it might not stay below the surface unless weighted down.
"Have you guessed yet...Officer?" Paige asked with a big smile on her face, "It's quicksand silly. You are going to slowly sink and drown...never to be seen again"
"Let's just drop her here," Sylvia suggested. She just wanted to finish off this bitch and get out of this creepy forest. Paige looked at the site and it looked perfect. Taking Callie's head and feet, the mother and daughter swung the helpless police officer and tossed her into the marsh. A sharp pain coursed through Callie's body as she hit the watery sand. She landed face up and half submerged in the muck. Callie knew enough not to struggle, but her fate was sealed. Bound and encased as she was, it was only a matter of time before her head sank below the surface. Callie could feel the water soak through the nylon. The water was frigid.
"Why isn't she sinking?" Paige asked, "I want to see her die"
"Oh, she is dead, but it may be a while before her head goes under. We don't have time to wait," Sylvia commented. Sylvia actually didn't want to see Callie die...oh, she wanted her to die...she just didn't want to see it. She dragged Paige back on the path towards the car.
Now Callie was alone. She tried to figure out how to escape the death planned for her, but she could feel herself sink just a little.
Paige was angry at Sylvia for not allowing her to watch her nemesis die, but at least they still had a plaything to play with. Helen was right where they had left her.
"Helen dear, we are going to let you get dressed. If you try anything or cry out, I will go back and finish your friend...understand? Good!" Sylvia smiled.
It took a good five minutes to tie the hapless captive.
"What have you done to Callie?" Helen hissed.
"We didn't kill her, if that is what you think," Sylvia chuckled as she took two nylon ankle socks from her purse. She wadded one up and forced it into Helen's mouth causing Helen to retch. The other one was tied in Helen's mouth. Even having been gagged for a long time, this new gag almost made Helen throw up. The ankle socks were well used and hadn't been laundered. Helen's tongue wanted to explore the wadded up nylon, each fold. Her tongue ran over the rough nylon. The stocking tied in her mouth dug deep into the corners of her lips. Despite being less volume, the gag was surprisingly effective, as Helen found out as she tried to talk.
"Now that you won't be making a fuss, let's get you dressed," Sylvia told Helen.
Callie was making some progress, but with each movement she sank a fraction of an inch. But the water was helping her. The bindings were becoming saturated and were loosening. Callie managed to get her hands free, but that action caused her sink so that her mouth was covered. Only her nose was above water/mud combination. Still, Callie understood quicksand.
"Doesn't she look pretty!" Paige stated. Indeed, Helen now wore a skirt and blouse combination, now sitting in the backseat of the car. Her hands were in her lap, bound together with pantyhose and secured to the belt of the skirt. Unless someone looked closely, they wouldn't notice that she was tied. Her ankles were also tied. A floral headscarf was tied under her chin. Its purpose was not only to hide the gag, which was now mostly invisible, but also to hide Helen's hair, which was a mess.
"You behave yourself, Helen, and everyone will get out of this alive," Sylvia lied. The two captors were minutes away from completing their escape. They got into the car.
"SYLVIA AND PAIGE...WE HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS! YOU ARE UNDERARREST!"
There were no sirens and flashing lights. The voice sounded a lot like Callie's voice and it came from where they had left her to die. Sylvia started the car, but instead of driving away, she positioned the car so the car lights illuminated the path towards the quicksand. She turned on the high beams.
Sylvia and Paige got out of the car and slowly started down the path. Sylvia had a gun in her hand and Paige had a nasty looking knife. They were going to finish Officer Bloomfield once and for all.
"Looking for me?" Callie said in a low voice as she stepped behind the pair. [Cue the music from 'The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly']
Sylvia and Paige turned and silhouetted by the car's high beams was Officer Bloomfield...naked, with mud dripping off of her body, including her perky breasts. Remnants of pantyhose hanging from her body. Her eyes gleaming at the two criminals.
Sylvia brought her gun up to point it towards Callie. Callie twirled and her foot caught Sylvia's wrist and the gun flew into the marsh. Sylvia grabbed her wrist and then saw the foot coming for her head. She followed the gun...into the quicksand.
"I'm going to gut you, bitch!" Paige hissed as she lunged at Callie, who easily sidestepped her attack. Paige turned around, brought the knife up only to see it fly into the marsh as Callie's foot found its target once again. Panicked, Paige lunged at Callie again. She grabbed Callie's throat trying to strangle her. Callie kneed her in the stomach causing Paige to release her hold and double over. Callie's clenched hands came down on the back of Paige's neck and she went to the ground. The fight was over.
An hour later, Callie and Helen were driving back towards the city. Helen was in exactly the same outfit she was before sans binding and gag. Callie had to 'borrow' Paige's clothes. Sylvia's clothes were a lost cause after the dip in quicksand. So both prisoners sat in the backseat bound and gagged with pantyhose. They were naked, except for the nylon encasement.
Callie's captain had agreed t meet them halfway so that the prisoners could be properly arrested, given clothes and put in handcuffs. It would also allow Helen and Callie to find a motel and get some sleep!