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I'm going to add my two cents on your image (and the other one in this series). Clearly, you know what you are doing as far as the tech...


I really like this. You have told a story in one picture. The woman is clearly a high-ranking woman based on her dress and none to happ...


I really like this. It is my type of bondage drawing...it tells a story and a dramatic one. Things I really like. I like the shading th...


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20 deviants said Silk, the Silk and Leather Bandit.
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12 deviants said **Stacy Steward, Lady Spy
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10 deviants said Angela Morris, PI
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9 deviants said Natasha, the Duchess' right hand woman. partner in crime.
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8 deviants said Patsy, Angela's often tied up secretary.
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7 deviants said *The Duchess, villain and the Lady Spies nemesis
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7 deviants said Mrs. Bacchus, Angela's and Wendy's wealthy and shady client.
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3 deviants said *Susan Harris, Stacy's partner.
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2 deviants said Patrica. Mrs. Bacchus' meek, but very capable assistant.
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No deviants said Wendy Larson, PI and Angela's partner.
I am not against artists making money so please don't send hate mail.  Having said that, there are some truths that artists joining Patreon should understand.  

Please note:  I have NOTHING against Patreon and admittedly I don't know what the financial arrangements are except that I assume that Patreon takes a portion of the money that an artist brings in.

"Everyone is doing it"



Is that a good thing...not for the artist.  Basically, the artist is setting up a mini-pay website.  The internet seems like an endless source of potential money.  It isn't.  There is a limited amount of money out there to be spent on fetish stuff.  That was/is certainly the case with bondage (photography).  Oh, some producers have done well, even to this day, but the internet road is lined with the remains of bondage companies who were finally overtaken by the wave of free bondage material available and an over-saturated market.  [That includes my company.]

At some point a lot of the artists on Patreon will either leave or their accounts will become inactive due to the competition.  It will happen.

The Artist is Going to Have to Change Their Lifestyle



Don't think so?  There is no more - I don't feel in the mood or I need to take a break.  The artist is now running a pay site.  I did it for 15 years, updating once a week - when I was sick, when I was out-of-town, when I had company visiting, just like the mail, the artist HAS TO deliver.  When my wife and I went on vacation in the beginning (early 2000's) getting on the internet was both difficult and could be very expensive, particularly if you were overseas.  Still we did what we had to do to update the site.  People were paying us money which meant we had an obligation.   The pressure for the artist to update their material will never end.

And, the pressure will likely increase.  Why don't you post as much as this other artist?  Why don't you post more often?  Questions like that will pop up.

The artist is now competing for money with every other fetish artist on Patreon, every other artist that has their own pay site and in some ways every fetish site on the internet.  If the artist doesn't produce and produce frequently enough, people will leave and take their money elsewhere.

Oh, and now you have to advertise because people will leave and you need to replace them.

Some artists will be able to deal with this constant pressure, others will not.

Welcome to the REAL World



The artist, by going on Patreon, has entered the real world of internet pirates and other low-lives.  When an artist only did commissions and/or posted stuff for free, there was no threat of anyone stealing anything.  Now, the artist has created value by having people pay for their work.  Most clients are great, but some will take your material and will repost it without your permission - because it now has value and they think it should be free (apparently).  You have to learn to live with that.  At least for me, it felt like someone coming into my house and stealing my valuables.  It was a violation, like being robbed.  And there is little the artist can do about it really.  Some of these people will claim to be doing 'advertising' for the artist - they are not.

Every possible way that the small minority can steal your material will be used...posting passwords (I assume Patreon has something like that) on sites so other people can use them, etc.

Then the artist will have clients that will only sign up for a minimum period every year to download all of the artist's work for a minimum cost.


So What Can Be Done?



Absolutely nothing,  Either an artist can deal with the pressures, the stealing, and the constant work or they won't be able to and will soon fade into history or back to DA.  Also, the artist will find out how good their work really is - I suspect that many will find that a lot of people that rave about their work on DA are unwilling to actually pay money to see it. 

I wish artists that go to Patreon all the best.  I will miss your work.

Comments welcome...


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My profile picture is not of me...it is what I do. I am the producer of Knotty Silk Scarf Productions (knottysilkscarf.com and silencedladies.com). I specialize in bondage videos, video clips, and photo stories. I also write bondage stories. The focus is on scarf, scarf & rope and pantyhose bondage. I also promote scarf fashion for women.


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This story is a fetish bondage story, which includes both consensual and non-consensual sexual acts. If such things bother you, please don't read it.  It is tongue-in-cheek fiction. The author would not wish these things to happen to anyone, male or female, in real life.


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It was March 1962 at the height of the Cold War...

Chapter 25 – She Wasn't Alone



Lydia was grateful that she hadn't been chloroformed again.  That experience had been unnerving and left her nauseous.  She had been in that damn little room for hours after she woke up.  Lydia couldn't move, except for some squirming, as the cords that bound her were extremely tight.  Other than some noises that the furnace made she could hear nothing.  Most everyone must've gone home.  Unfortunately, there is nobody to worry about the fact that she was missing except perhaps Donna Cresto.  Her husband was on a business trip and her son was visiting his grandparents.

After she woke up, Lydia had struggled against the cords.  She tried to feel for knots but they were hidden from her searching fingers.  She had used all her strength to try to slip her hands out of the bindings but they were tied too tightly.  Her coworkers had left her propped up in a corner of the small room, which was now pitch black.  The room was cold and her dress did little to protect her.  Her legs were curled up underneath her, within inches of her bound hands.  Lydia considered trying to maneuver herself to the other side of the room but she quickly realized that to do so she would end up on her stomach.  That was a prospect that scared her.  She quickly figured out that once she was on her stomach she wouldn't be able to sit back up.  So she stayed where she was.

She had finally gotten used to the gag in her mouth.  Having some other woman's headscarf stuffed in her mouth made her want to retch in disgust.  Scarves were worn over a lady's head or around her neck.  They picked up the lady's scent, usually the woman's perfume or perhaps hairspray.  Some women even perfumed their scarves so that they would smell good.  If the scarf was frequently worn over a woman's head there would likely be a few of her hairs on the scarf.   Her tongue had located one or two of the woman's hairs as it explored the wad in her mouth.  She had to concentrate on something else to avoid retching.  The stuffing in her mouth was a thin, medium-size silk scarf.  When it had been shoved in her mouth, she thought the woman was going to dislocate her jaw.  In the time that she had been in the small room, the wad had gotten smaller but still was quite effective at keeping her quiet.

Her own scarf had been rolled up and tied tightly in her mouth.  Lydia thought that she might be able to push the wad past her scarf.  Her hope was magnified by the fact that her scarf between her lips had also become wet.  She tried to push the silk stuffing past her rolled up scarf, but it was simply too thick.  Over time, she might be able to wedge it out of her mouth and then she would be able to scream.  Until she got the gag out of her mouth, she was effectively silenced.

When she heard the person come into the women's water closet she hoped that she would be rescued.  If she was rescued, Lydia would take great pleasure in sending those two women to prison.  When she realized that someone was trying to get into the small room her hope soared and then she became worried that one of her captors was returning.  When the wall slid back all she could see was the silhouette of a woman.  When Donna Cresto shined the light on her face, Lydia knew that she was going to be rescued.  That hope suddenly faded when she saw the three nuns, nuns with blank faces.  She tried desperately to warn Donna Cresto, but one of the nuns hit her with a blackjack.  Another none put a handkerchief over Donna Cresto's mouth with what must've been chloroform on it.  The poor woman was in no position to protect herself, they had caught her totally by surprise.  Lydia wanted to help her, but she was helplessly bound.  She saw Donna Cresto's eyes rolled back into her head and her eyelids close.  The nun let go of her just as the second nun struck her with the blackjack again.  The poor woman lay prone on the ground.

The three nuns quickly stripped Donna Cresto of all of her clothes, including her bra, panties, and even her stockings.  They put her into what looked like a laundry cart and two of the nuns wheeled her away.

Lydia could see the third nun surveying her from behind the mask.  From under her tunic, the nun pulled three silk scarves.  She folded the first into a triangle and then folded it down.  The nun leaned forward and put the thickest part of the white silk headscarf over her mouth, pulling the ends behind her head and knotting them tightly.  Lydia's hopes of getting rid of the gag were dashed at least for the moment.  A black silk scarf was folded in a similar way and tied over her eyes with the apex of the scarf extending down over her nose.  This terrified Lydia even more – not to be able to see.  When she inhaled her senses were overwhelmed by the smell of a pungent perfume or hairspray.  Lydia didn't see the nun fold the brightly colored floral silk scarf into a triangle.  It was forcibly put over her head with the ends knotted tightly under her chin, tighter than any woman would tie a headscarf.  She then felt the woman pull the ends of the headscarf back and tie them over the scarf at the back of her neck, further securing the headscarf.  Lydia's entire head was encased in silk now.  Under other conditions, she realized that this might actually be erotic.  However, all it did was terrify her.

It was only a few minutes later that she heard the laundry hamper being wheeled back into the ladies water closet.  Hands of at least two of the nuns pulled her out of the corner of the secret room.  Lydia was lifted and unceremoniously dumped into the cart.  She fell on some towels or sheets or something that was in the cart which fortunately cushioned her fall.  Then she felt more towels or sheets being tossed on top of her.  Then the cart started to move.  At first, she understood where she was going, but then the path became confusing and very bumpy.  Her abductors obviously did not care about her comfort as they quickly pushed her down what must've been a small core door with cobblestones on the floor.  The cobblestones turned to dirt as they moved farther away from the part of the Vatican that she knew.  It surprised her that the nuns never spoke.  They pushed her for what must've been 15 or 20 minutes.  During that time, Lydia was finding it harder and harder to breathe with everything piled on top of her.

She must've become frantic in the hamper because suddenly everything that was piled on top of her was pushed to one side.  Fresh air finally flooded in and Lydia inhaled deeply.  A gloved hand checked to make sure that Lydia was still breathing.  Apparently satisfied, the nuns continued to push the cart and Lydia's bumpy ride continued.  Finally, the cart came to a stop and Lydia heard a key being put into a very old lock, turning until a click was heard.  The door creaked as it was opened.  Hands lifted Lydia from the cart.  Was she to be killed, Lydia wondered.

The cord that connected her bound ankles to her bound hands was removed.  Before Lydia could become hopeful that they might be untying her, the hapless woman was placed on a wooden chair with her hands over the back of the chair.  A rope was wrapped around her body below her breasts and around her waist, pinning her to the chair.  Her bound ankles were untied and each leg was tied to a leg of the chair at the ankles and below the knees.  Hands went under her dress and forcibly pulled her panties off of her butt.  At the same time, other hands pulled her dress top down and then her bra, exposing her firm mounds of flesh.  Gloved hands fondled her breasts mercilessly as Lydia protested through her gag.  She felt her nipples become hard as they were pinched by gloved fingers.  Then something cold and metal was forced into her to twat.  A few seconds later she felt the vibration.

"What the hell are they doing?"  Lydia thought to herself.  She then silently begged forgiveness for the use of the word hell.  Lydia had no idea how long the nuns played with her.  She had the impression that they might have been diddling themselves, as well.  Clearly, they were enjoying torturing her.  Much to her dismay, Lydia climaxed.  It was unexpected and not something that she wanted, but her body shook and she cried out through her gag, much to the delight of her tormentors.

Apparently, that climax was the signal to the nuns that their job was done.  The stimulation in her twat continued but at a much lower intensity.  Lydia was grateful for small blessings.  She was left with her breasts exposed, as was her twat.  She heard the nuns leave and the door creak shut, the lock being secured.  Then she was alone – or was she?  No, there was someone else in the room.  She heard moans.  Not moans – another woman with the gag in her mouth.  She was on the other side of the room.  Lydia wished that she wasn't blindfolded so that she could see her companion.  She grunted in response.  The woman grunted in return.  Who was she sharing her cell with?  And then it came to her.  Was the other woman in her cell Rosa Donati?

Chapter 26 – A Hopeless Run



Isabel moved as quickly as she could, but she knew that it might not be quick enough.  Her muscles ached from having been bound for so long.  She was not dressed for the cold weather.  She shivered as she attempted to run.  Without shoes, she only had her torn nylons to protect her feet and they did little protecting.  Stones, rocks, and anything else that she stepped on caused her pain.  She suspected that her feet were bleeding, but she didn't stop to check.  Adding to her misery was the fact that it was pitch black out.  The moon had set earlier and what little light there might've been was swallowed up by the forest that surrounded the path back to the highway.  Isabel fell to the ground several times, tripping over obstacles that she couldn't see.  Her stockings had significant hairs in them and her knees were scraped and bleeding, as were her hands.  Still, Isabel moved as quickly as she could knowing that she could be discovered at any time.  Little did she know that her escape had been planned by Father Rizzo.  It was the final act of her abduction that would end in her death and burial.

As for Father Rizzo, he was sound asleep.  His alarm was set for daybreak when he planned to start the hunt for his latest guest.  He loved this part of the adventures that he orchestrated.  Giving the young woman hoped that she might escape only to catch her, dashing all hope.  He hadn't always done this and he certainly didn't allow it to happen when he abducted women in town, often in his church.  But out here in the wilderness, he found it exhilarating.

The first time he experienced the thrill, it wasn't planned.  The young woman actually did escape on her own.  She managed to untie herself and she escaped.  It was much warmer when that happened and she had shoes.  She had about an hour head start when Father Rizzo realized that she had escaped.  At first, he panicked.  The woman had tried to get into his car, but it was locked.  It was obvious that she had taken the trail down toward the highway.  He simply drove his car down the dirt path and there she was.  The hapless woman had broken the heel of her high heel shoes and was trying to walk barefoot down the path, carrying her shoes.  When she saw him coming, the young woman moved off the path into the trees.  He went past pretending he didn't see her.  She tried to make her way parallel to the path in the wooded area.  Walking through the forest barefoot was not an easy task.  His prey didn't even see him until it was too late.  She was so exhausted that she didn't even resist much as he gagged and bound her.  Father Rizzo had taken her right there on the forest floor.  What a turn on.  He then drove her back to the cabin and carried her to her pre-dug grave.  She wept and begged for her life through her gag as he gave her last rites.  He used her again and as he was climaxing, he strangled her with her own silk scarf.  Of course, he kept the scarf as a trophy.  As was his habit, Father Rizzo used the young woman one more time before he buried her.  It was after that experience that he made sure that his guests had the chance to escape.

There was no panic this time.  Father Rizzo knew that it would take a full day of walking on the path to get to the first signs of civilization.  Only one woman had eluded him to that point, but even she didn't succeed because of the locked ball gag in her mouth.  So close and yet so far.  Isabel was a nice girl.  She was fit, but not a natural athlete, like the young woman who had nearly escaped him.  She had no chance.  Even if Father Rizzo didn't find her, she would die in the forest, if that was the route she chose.  The temperatures were approaching freezing, if not colder than that.

Father Rizzo got into his car and drove to his usual spot.  His prey waited too long to get off of the dirt road.  He caught a glimpse of her as she ducked out of sight.  He pretended that he didn't see her and continued on until he was out of sight around the bend.  This was nearly the exact spot where he caught the first girl.  He got out and locked the car.  As a precaution, he hid his car keys.  Father Rizzo knew exactly where she would go.  There was a small path that she would take because it was the only way to work through the heavily wooded area.  He knew exactly where to intercept her.

As he walked confidently, Father Rizzo heard the yell just before a large piece of tree branch hit him in the side of the head.  He went to his knees and Isabel hit him again.  Father Rizzo couldn't believe it.  He had misjudged the bitch.  She was more resourceful than any other of his prey.  She had figured out that the only way to possibly survive was to be the aggressor.  His eyes rolled up in the back of his head as he slumped to the ground.

Isabel poked him with the tree branch and her kidnapper did not move.  Had she killed him?  Isabel was shaking, both from the excitement of what she had done and from the cold.  She pulled his coat off of him and wrapped it around her shoulders.  Then she took off his boots.  They were too large for her feet, but she knew she wouldn't make it walking barefoot.  She was searching his pockets for his car keys when he moaned and grabbed her leg.  She fell down to the ground.  The branch was within her reach so she picked it up and hit him again.  The priest lay on the ground with blood coming out of the back of his head.  Isabel got up and moved away as quickly as possible.  She knew he was still very dangerous.

Chapter 27 – A Fetching Sight



Stacy Stewart, a.k.a. Donna Cresto had found herself in many dangerous situations.  In some ways, her current situation had the potential of being worse.  She would definitely die, not literally, but of humiliation.  The plan of the White Face Nuns was ingenious.  After they rendered her unconscious by hitting her and forcing her to inhale chloroform, the bitches could have taken her away, killed her, and disposed of the body where no one would find her.  It would be what a typical train spy would do if they wanted to get rid of somebody.  But they had a problem.  There was already one missing woman, Rosa Donati.  Another disappearance might be difficult to explain.  However, to leave her helplessly exposed in a man's water closet could be taken as a practical joke.  If found by one of the priests or even a male employee, the Vatican would not look kindly on it regardless if it was her fault or not.  All her attackers had to do was spread the word that Donna Cresto was an exhibitionist.  The fact that she was bound and gagged would be ignored.  She would be politely asked to leave.  Her mission would be a failure.

Stacy had squirmed and had resumed her efforts to get free.  Her wrists were too tightly bound and she had lost circulation to her hands some time ago.  Her legs were tied and there was no way to slide them out of their bindings.  Whoever came through the door would see her in her naked glory.  In some ways, the gag was almost unnecessary.  The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to her situation.  Still, having your own panties stuffed in your mouth was designed to be humiliating and they were a very effective gag.  She tried to work the scarf off of her mouth, but it was too tightly tied.  She could feel the scarf getting wet from her saturated panties.  The wad in her mouth was so large that she couldn't close her mouth over them and the scarf securing the gag was becoming damp around her mouth.  Stacy cursed because she liked that headscarf and at the very least it would have lipstick marks smeared on it.

Stacy heard footsteps of several people.  She couldn't tell if they were male or female.  She hoped a woman would open the door and find her, but why would a woman do that?  This was a man's water closet, after all.  The footsteps stopped.  Then the door slowly opened and Stacy cried out through her gag.

The first thing that Stacy saw was a gun.  Had the nuns decided to come back and kill her?  And then the door open wider and she saw Giovanna Donati in one of her agents behind her.  Giovanna put down the gun and said something to the other agent, who left.

"Well I have to say, Signorina Cresto, you do look fetching like that.  Good thing I'm into men and not women because you look good enough to ravage.  If this is your way of getting a man, I can leave you like this," Giovanna said with a smile.  Stacy said a few unladylike things through her gag, most of which was unintelligible.  She then smiled under the scarf.  Then she said something to the effect of "Untie me, please!"

"Oh, I guess I can untie you.  But I think I'll leave the gag to last.  Hopefully, you'll learn some manners by then.  You are in the Vatican after all," Giovanna began by untying Stacy's legs, which was a relief in itself.  She helped Stacy up and had to support her until Stacy could stand on her own.  Stacy felt the cords around her wrists being loosened and she pulled them free.  Stacy clawed at the scarf over her mouth and pulled out the panties.

"Sexy panties.  I approve," Giovanna said with a smile, "I do believe that this is supposed to be worn on your butt, not in your mouth, however."

"Very funny.  Thank you for rescuing me.  I obviously need some clothes," Stacy said as Giovanna took off her coat and wrapped it around Stacy, "Why did you come looking for me?".

"I sent an agent to my place to get you an outfit.  It shouldn't take long.  I got worried after you missed our scheduled meeting after work.  I kept trying to call your apartment.  I finally drove over, picked the lock, and it was obvious that you'd never returned.  I woke up one of our agents and she and I decided to backtrack from your work area.  We must've looked in 50 rooms before we found you.  I'm just glad you're alive.  I thought we lost another agent," Giovanna said with concern on her face, "What happened?"

Stacy told Giovanna what happened and Giovanna looked at Stacy's head, where she had been hit a couple of times.  Stacy waved off medical attention, however.  The agent returned with a set of clothes and shoes.  Although they didn't fit exactly, Stacy was grateful to be wearing clothes again.

Stacy and Giovanna went back to the ladies water closet near the work area.  Despite her best efforts, Stacy couldn't get into the secret room as she had before.

"Obviously, the nuns sealed it up to discredit your story.  Besides, they obviously came to take the Lydia woman someplace – probably to kill her.  So she wouldn't be in the secret room anyway at this point," Giovanna said.

"Why take her and leave me exposed like that?"  Stacy asked.

"If you disappeared having just started and being high profile, it would've brought too much attention to the situation.  If this Lydia woman went missing, her disappearance might not even be noticed," Giovanna explained, "I suppose this is the end of your mission."

"Heavens no!  I'm not going to let those bitches get away with what they did to me.  I intend to show up at work as if nothing had happened.  Besides, today I get to meet the Cardinal," Stacy said with a smile.

"You be careful.  I finally decoded Rosa's secret notes.  She had an appointment with the Cardinal just before she was abducted," Giovanna told Stacy with a grim expression on her face.

Chapter 28 – Let Nature Take Care Of Her



Father Rizzo became aware of his surroundings slowly.  His head throbbed with pain.  He had never had one of his guests attack him in a serious way.  Oh, he had allowed some of the young women to pound their fists on his chest before he slapped them into submission, and bound them tightly.  He would then use them in a way that they would never forget until the day they died – a day that was usually only hours away.  That was fine and they never lifted a hand against him again.  Of course, given how tightly he kept them bound, they never had another chance to attack him.  Even when he allowed them to escape, he locked his bedroom door to prevent them from attacking him as Isabel had.

The simple fact was that Father Rizzo liked strong women, but only if they were under his control.  He liked their defiant looks.  He liked how they resisted being gagged and when they were gagged, the unintelligible unladylike comments they would make.  Father Rizzo knew that it was time to get rid of a woman if she became docile and too subservient.  Yes, he loved to see the combination of defiance and fear in their eyes as he took them over and over again.  One of the reasons that he told the women that he intended to kill them was to instill in them a sense of desperation.  If they thought they could live by being subservient and doing as he wished without question, their stay would be boring for him.  There was nothing like taking a woman by force and putting her in her place as she strained against the cords that bound her and the gag-packed into her mouth.  Doing things to her that she would never tell anyone about even if he didn't kill her.  Yes, he liked to control women, but this twit, Irene, had outsmarted him.

Father Rizzo managed to get back to his car and to retrieve his card keys, which he had hidden nearby.  He was very careful and try to plan for all contingencies, even if he thought that they would never happen.  He started the car and drove back to the cabin looking for any sign of his former guest just in case she had double back.  He knew he could still catch her, but only if she stayed near the road.  But two things had changed, now she had his coat.  More importantly, she had taken his shoes.  Fortunately, he quickly replaced them missing items at the cabin.  He also made sure that he had his gun.  Normally he didn't use a gun, but now this woman had pissed him off.  He drove back down the dirt road slowly.

It was getting late in the afternoon.  Soon the light would be fading.  Father Rizzo had been knocked unconscious for close to six hours.  Before he left the cabin, he locked up, including the cabinet with all of the damning evidence that he stored there.  He knew that it wasn't prudent to keep so many trophies, but he couldn't help himself.  Fortunately, even if by some miracle the girl avoided being captured by him and survived the elements, it would take another miracle for her to remember where his cabin was.  And even if she could point out the correct cabin, he had purchased it using a false identity.  There was no way that it could be traced back to him.

Father Rizzo got in the car and slowly began going down the road, looking for any sign of his escaped captive.  He saw no indication that she had been using the road.  Finally, he came to the intersection with the highway.  He made a decision to let nature have her.  He turned his car back towards Frascati.  He would return in a week and try to find her body.

Chapter 29 – The Cardinal



Stacy was escorted to the Cardinal's office.  She was tired having been up most of the night.  She had managed to make it back to her apartment for a quick change of clothes and a shower.  She was only a few minutes late for work.  She was mad at her workstation by the two women who had been away from their desks when Lydia was abducted.  Stacy wondered if they were involved.  They seem to be closer to the Cardinal than any of the other workers in the finance department.  When the trio reached the Cardinal's office, one of them announced her and then both left.

Stacy bowed as she entered.  Although the Cardinal was sitting with his back toward her, he motioned for her to come to the side of the desk.  Stacy complied.  He held out his hand with the ring on it.  Stacy bent over and kissed the ring.  He motioned her to sit down, which she did.

"Your Eminence I am here to…" Stacy began to explain before the Cardinal cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Signorina Cresto, I know why you are here.  If you value your life or I should say your career, you will find nothing of significance in your investigation.   Signorina Donati became too inquisitive and her services had to be terminated.  Do you understand what I'm saying to you?  Good.  Now leave me," the Cardinal hissed and pointed at the door.

Stacy was shocked that the Cardinal didn't even attempt to hide the fact that she would find irregularities in the finance department's books.  The threat to terminate her services or perhaps her life was also blatant.  Was he that confident that he could continue to hide any illegal activities including embezzlement, kidnapping, and perhaps murder?

On her way back to her workstation, Stacy saw someone that she knew being escorted by the same two women who had escorted Stacy to her meeting with the Cardinal.

Chapter 30 – Susan Harris Back in Action



Susan saw Stacy as she was escorted down the hallway.  Neither woman made eye contact.  Susan had chosen a rather conservative outfit with a long sleeve pink silk blouse and a long black skirt.  She wore a purple silk scarf tied under her chin covering her strawberry red hair, the headscarf apparently being required by the Vatican.  She had black pumps and pink cotton gloves covering her hands.  Susan still walked with a slight limp and was using her cane.  Under her arm was a manila envelope.

The two women who escorted her seemed more like goons to her.  It was just the way they handle themselves with an air of importance that they shouldn't have had.  Like all the women in the Vatican, they wore headscarves.  The taller woman had a Brown and white checkered silk scarf tied under her chin to go with her white blouse and brown skirt.  The shorter woman had an ocean themed blue and white silk scarf to go with her light blue blouse and Navy blue skirt.  Each woman had matching cotton gloves and heels to go with their outfits.  When they got to the Cardinal's office, the taller woman announced Susan in English.  Susan assumed that that was to tip off the Cardinal that she did not speak Italian.

"Welcome, Signorina Harris," the Cardinal said in English, "I understand from my assistance that you have a proposal to make.  It was described as a lucrative proposal."

"Yes, your Eminence.  I think you will find that my proposal, based on charity funds we have raised in the United States, would be most profitable for both of us and our organizations," Susan said with a smile as she handed the Cardinal a large manila envelope.  The Cardinal opened it and began to read.

Susan impatiently waited as the man read the first three pages in detail and skimmed the last three pages of the bound proposal.  He finally looked up and shook his head.

"Signorina Harris, what you are proposing is illegal in my country.  It is illegal in your country.  It is illegal in international banking.  I'm afraid that I am not interested in your proposal and I suggest that you go back to your people and tell them so," the Cardinal said emphatically.

"I apologize, your Eminence.  I was led to believe that you would be interested in such a proposal.  I'll take my leave now," Susan said in a disappointed voice.  She got up and collected the proposal.  The two women who had escorted her appeared, apparently without having been summoned.

"See that Signorina Harris gets a taxi back to her hotel," the Cardinal instructed his helpers and then turned away from Susan.  The two women escorted Susan back the way she came.  As she passed Stacy's work area, Susan gave the slightest shake of her head.  She hoped that the signal would indicate that the Cardinal had rejected the illegal proposal she had made.  Obviously, they had hoped that the Cardinal would accept the proposal and thus, confirm that he was involved with illegal activities.  The fact that he had rejected the proposal certainly didn't clear him, but it made his guilt far less certain.

Much to her surprise, the two women didn't take her back to the entrance where she had arrived by taxi but escorted Susan to a side corridor.  Outside, there was a taxi waiting with its doors open.  She noticed that a woman was driving the taxi, which was unusual, but not impossible she supposed.  The woman was wearing a white headscarf, which is why Susan realized it was a woman.  The taller of her escorts ushered her into the back seat of the small taxi as Susan allowed her headscarf to slide off her head onto her shoulders.

Instead of closing the door, she leaned in and smiled, "I hope you don't mind sharing the taxi."  Before Susan realized what was happening, two nuns pushed their way into the taxi from either side, pinning her in the middle.  They had white masks on so Susan immediately knew that she was in trouble.  Each nun grabbed one of her arms.  The nun on her left foot her legs over Susan's so that she couldn't kick easily.  The nun on her right used her free hand to jam a wadded up handkerchief into Susan's mouth.  A third nun got into the front passenger seat, turned and pointed an automatic pistol with a silencer at Susan.  The driver turned to look and Susan saw that she also was wearing a mask.  Regardless, Susan struggled for her life.  Clearly, she was being abducted as they were not trying to kill her, just restrain her.  She thought of the still missing Rosa Donati.  The last thing she wanted was to become missing.  Susan tried to get her hands on her cane, but the tall woman escort reached in and pulled it out of her grasp.  Although Susan was at a disadvantage, the longer she put up a struggle, the more likely that someone would see what was happening and come to her aid.  Her attackers clearly realized that.

"We'll use the chloroform," the escort wearing the brown and white checkered headscarf said in Italian.  Susan tried to struggle, to get some leverage against the at least one of the nuns, but without success.  The nun, who had stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth, had her gloved hand over Susan's mouth, preventing her from spitting out the stifling wad.  With a lot of effort, the two nuns were controlling Susan's arms, preventing her from striking them, but their efforts were insufficient to allow Susan to be bound.  Susan tried to do her best to free her legs, but the other nun had Susan's legs pinned under her legs.

The escort wearing the brown and white checkered silk scarf over her head leaned in and clamped a folded man's handkerchief over Stacy's mouth and nose.  Susan tried to move her head out of the way without success.  She held her breath so she would not inhale the chloroform.  The nun that was pinning her legs used her free hand and punched Susan in the stomach.  Susan gasped and inhaled a strong dose of the anesthetic.  Still, she fought and tried to hold her breath again.  The same nun grabbed her breast and squeezed as hard as she could causing Susan to cry out through her stuffed and covered mouth.  She had to inhale, she needed air.  But what she got was chloroform.  Susan felt her body weaken and she knew that she would soon be restrained and taken someplace she didn't want to go.  Finally, Susan gave up as her body totally relaxed.  She no longer had the strength to fight.

Susan was vaguely aware of what was happening as her hands were pulled behind her back and corded together.  Susan's eyes fluttered and closed.  The driver of the taxi handed the two nuns in the backseat several lengths of cord.  The nun, who had been pinning Susan's legs, secured her ankles and knees with two lengths of cord.  The nun who had been hand gagging Susan used a long length of cord to wrap around her body below her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides.

The escort with the brown and white checkered headscarf quickly removed it.  She twirled the triangularly folded silk scarf into a silk rope and handed it to the nun closest to her.

"I want her to wear my scarf.  It should be rather tasty," the woman smiled.  The nun nodded, tying the rolled up scarf tightly into Susan's mouth, securing the handkerchief packing.  The second, shorter escort took off her white silk scarf, handing it to the same nun.  That scarf was folded down a couple of times and then tied over Susan's eyes with the apex extending down to her chin.  The nun who had been holding a gun on Susan handed a mask to the nun who had tied Susan's ankles and knees.  That nun tied a mask over Susan's face.  Unlike the masks that the nuns wore, Susan's mask had a woman's face painted on it.  The nun who had gagged and blindfolded Susan, pulled up Susan's headscarf to cover her hair and any evidence, not hidden by the mask, that she was gagged and blindfolded.

With Susan's transformation complete, the women in the taxi removed their masks.  No need to draw attention to themselves – there was no need for them to be the White Faced Nuns anymore.  As Susan's two Vatican escorts watched the taxi pull away, they pulled silk scarves out of their pockets and tied them over their heads before they went back to their posts in the Vatican.

"I wonder what assets this Harris woman has?" one of the nuns in the back seat said as both of the nuns in the backseat began to explore Susan's body, "What?  She can't hear us and we are not White Face Nuns at the moment.”  The woman in the front seat laughed and turned back so she could watch.  The driver smiled as she adjusted the rearview mirror so that she view what was happening.


To Be Continued...

Lady Spies and the Redemption Affair - Chap. 25-30
And for the New Year I give you more joy and happiness - Oh heck, it is the same old mayhem, bondage and sex - enjoy.

Stacy Steward is back working as a spy in Italy.  Her mission involves the Vactican.  Susan Harris, still injured, will help her partner, but it is an Italian spy, Giavanna, that Stacy will need to crack this affair.

Chapter 25 - Lydia finds that she isn't alone.
Chapter 26 - Someone discovers Stacy's embarrassing situation.
Chapter 28 - Lydia is left for dead.
Chapter 29 - Stacy has an awkward meeting with the Cardinal.
Chapter 30 - Susan's meeting with Cardinal is disappointing, but takes a surprising turn.

Summaries and links to all the Lady Spy stores are found in Lady Spies - A Chronology.


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It was March 1962 at the height of the Cold War...

Chapter 19 – A Honored Few



The trip to Father Rizzo's cabin seemed like an eternity to Isabel.  The drive up into the mountains was particularly slow.  Except when they were going through small towns, Father Rizzo had one hand on the steering wheel and the other fondling some part of her body.  At one point he purposely tried to give her a climax and almost succeeded.  Isabel was almost grateful when they arrived at their destination although she knew that her hellish experience would even get worse.

The small wooden cabin was surrounded by a significant number of trees, mostly pine trees.  Isabel had no idea where she was.  She tried to read traffic signs, which were few and far between, as they drove.  Father Rizzo's fondling of her body was so constant that it distracted her.  It wasn't rough fondling.  It was more like caressing and her body responded.  Often her eyes would be closed as his attentions forced her to concentrate on what she was feeling.  It wasn't that Isabel was enjoying what he was doing to her – she didn't.  But his attentions, mixed with her fears, made it difficult to concentrate on anything.

Father Rizzo left Isabel tied in the car while he took groceries from the small trunk inside, taking time to put the food away.  He was going to enjoy a couple of days with his new girl.  She wouldn't enjoy them quite so much, he knew from past experience.  At some point, he would pick a spot on his property and dig a grave.  Then he would have to dispose of her after he took a long time to kill her.  He preferred strangulation.  He would do it over and over again, each time bring her closer to death, then reviving her so he could do it all over again.  He actually regretted having to kill the pretty girls, each one of them pleading through their gags that they wouldn't turn him in.  He knew they were lying and simply couldn't take the chance that they would report him to the police.  Once he had decided that it was necessary to dispose of his playthings, he found a way to make killing enjoyable as well.

Father Rizzo untied Isabel's feet and dragged her into the cabin.  He reached under the headscarf that he had tied over her head to hide her gag and untied the scarf gag.  He pulled it out of her mouth, leaving the headscarf in place.  He allowed Isabel to spit out the handkerchief that was in her mouth.  The priest forced the young woman to her knees and unbuckled his trousers, letting them drop.  She could see the significant bulge under the man's shorts.  Isabel tried to say something but was still recovering from having been gagged for such a long period of time.  She shook her head, but he dropped his shorts revealing his manhood.  Isabel opened her mouth to plead with him, but he jammed his rod deep into her mouth causing her to gag.

Truthfully, Isabel had never been with a man before and she really didn't know what to do.  Still, it didn't take much to realize what was expected so she closed her lips around his engorged member.  She wanted to sink her teeth into it but knew that she would be severely punished, maybe even killed right then and there, if she did so.  She could feel his manhood grow and although she found the taste revolting, she didn't fight him but rather tried to please him.

For the priest, forcing a woman to do this to him, to satisfy him this way, brought him the ultimate satisfaction.  He held her scarf-covered head with his two hands and directed her motions.  Women covered their heads in church to honor God.  Father Rizzo liked his women to have their heads covered in silk to honor him when he forced them to satisfy his carnal urges.  It was, after all, he believed, the proper place for a woman – on her knees in front of her man, satisfying him.  The only pleasure the woman got was knowing that she was satisfying her man.  Of course, for his abducted playthings there was no pleasure, only the knowledge that she would live a few more hours by doing what he desired.

Father Rizzo came hard, shooting the stream into Isabel's mouth.  She retched as she tried to swallow the creamy flow.  The priest kept pumping as his cum spilled out over her lips and down her chin, dripping onto her dress.  Finally, he was done and withdrew.  He pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned himself and then bent down and cleaned Isabel's face.  She didn't even resist when he forced the cum-soaked handkerchief into her mouth.  He took another handkerchief folding it into a wide band.  The priest tied it over her mouth and the headscarf.

Father Rizzo pulled Isabel up and directed her to a small bed in a tiny room, off from the main room of the cabin.  He forced her to lie on her back on the bed.  There was already cord tied to the wrought-iron footboard of the bed.  Isabel noted that there seemed to be blood on the cord.  He went to the chest of drawers and extracted four silk scarves.  He wrapped a silk scarf around each of Isabel's ankles, knotting it.  He then took the rope and secured each ankle over to the bed.  Isabel realized that the silk scarf was to protect her skin from the rope.  The rope had some slack in it, which she realized later, made it easier for him to manipulate her body during sex.

With her feet secured, the priest pulled her up to a sitting position and untied her wrists.  Bringing them from behind her back, he allowed her to rub her wrists, which had obvious ligature marks.  He got up and returned quickly with some cream, which she gently rubbed on the red marks.  Satisfied, he tied the remaining scarves around each of her wrists.  Father Rizzo forced her to lie back down, with a pillow under her head.  He brought one wrist at a time up to the wrought-iron headboard of the bed and used a cord to securely bind it in place above her head.  Unlike her feet, Isabel couldn't move her arms at all.  The priest then went and attached small bells to the cords binding Isabel's wrists and ankles.

"I see from your identification that your name is Isabel.  Such a pretty name.  I know that being tied up like this is unpleasant, but necessary.  That gag probably isn't necessary, but I have no desire to talk with you and keeping you gagged ensures that any conversation is one way.  Besides, you look fetching like that," Father Rizzo smiled as he took a knife and began cutting Isabel's dress, "Those little bells will alert me if you are trying to escape or struggling too much.  If I hear them, I may need to punish you, which would be most unfortunate.  So stay still and accept your fate."  Having cut the shoulder straps off of her dress and pulling it down to reveal her lacy bra, he used the knife to slice the bra in two between her breasts.  He pulled what was left of the bra out of the way to reveal almost perfect mounds of flesh, heaving flesh.  Her eyes were wide as she watched him play with her feminine attributes.  Caressing, kissing, sucking her nipples – doing the things a lover would do, but he was definitely not her lover.

After a few minutes of indulging himself, the priest moved down to her lower body and pulled up her dress to her waist.  He then pulled her panties down to her knees.  He caressed her twat with his hands and then put his head between her legs and licked her clit.  Isabel screamed with surprise through her gag as he continued to explore her lady sex with his mouth and tongue.  Isabel closed her eyes as a minor climax hit her.  No, no, she thought.  This bastard is going to kill me.  Then he abruptly stopped.

Father Rizzo got up and went to the cabinet at the end of the bed.  He opened up the two doors and swung them apart.  In the middle of the cabinet was the makings of a torture chamber, Isabel supposed.  Assorted ropes, straps, stacks of handkerchiefs and scarves, which she assumed he used for gags or blindfolds.  Other devices she didn't want to think about.  But it was on the inside of the doors that had swung open that caught her attention.  He took her identification card and added it to the back of the cabinet door along with dozens, maybe 100 or more, of identification cards of young women.  Had he killed all these women or just abused them?  Isabel now knew that she was truly dealing with a human monster.

"These have been my honored guests. Some the church where I work, yes I am a priest if in name only.  Many of them have been guests up here.  Isabel my dear, you are one of the honored few," Father Rizzo smiled broadly, clearly proud of himself, "Let's get you started, shall we?"  He approached her on the bed, sitting down beside her.  The priest took her breast in his hand and used his mouth to suck her nipple until it was hard.  He then produced what must've been an industrial clothespin, which he clamped on the erect nipple.  Isabel screamed through her gag much to the delight of her captor.  He did the same for her other breast.

"It's time for me to cook dinner for myself.  I'd offer you some, but it is difficult to eat with the gag in your mouth.  Remember, Isabel, don't squirm too much.  I wouldn't want to hear those bells," the priest told his helpless captive.  He left her there, closing the door behind him.

Isabel tried to ignore the discomfort caused by the clothespins on her ultra sensitive-nipples.  She had to figure out a way to escape, even if it meant killing this man.  He was clearly a menace to society, particularly to young women who crossed his path.  But first she had to get free and she had to do it without ringing those damn bells.  She was determined not to let this bastard win.  

Chapter 20 – Stacy's New Career



"I'm still working on those translations of Rosa's secret diary," Giovanna told Stacy early the next morning when she met her, "Are you ready to go to work?  You won't meet the Cardinal in charge of the financial section until tomorrow when he returns from a trip.  I've arranged for someone to introduce you to your coworkers and to show you the ropes of your new job.  As a new Assistant to the Cardinal appointed by the Pope, no one will be surprised if you look through all of the books.  That will be easier to do while the Cardinal is away.  Tomorrow, Susan will make an appearance at the Vatican."  The Italian beauty or a perfectly tailored off-white cloth coat with white gloves and black pumps.  Underneath the coat, was a pretty blue skirt and white blouse combination.  Over her raven hair was a cream colored silk scarf with small red roses on it, neatly tied under her chin.

"I'm certainly glad for all those accounting classes in college when I thought my career was going to be in accounting," Stacy grinned.

"Stacy, I mean Signorina Donna Cresto, did you bring a scarf with you?”  Giovanna asked seeing that Stacy wasn't wearing one that morning.

“I have one in my purse, but it was such a nice day I thought I would do without it,” Stacy replied with a questioning look.

“When you're in the Vatican you will have to keep your head covered at all times either with a mantilla or scarf.  While technically portions of the Vatican probably don't require one, it's safer to wear one whenever you are in the Vatican compound.  You will see that all female employees of the Vatican do this," Giovanna explained.  Stacy took a plain white silk scarf out of her purse and tied it over her hair prior to entering the Vatican.

Instead of going to where all the tourists go, Giovanna took Stacy to the administrative office where she was given a badge to clip-on her blouse.  From there an office worker took Stacy to where she was going to be working.  There were perhaps 12 other women busily making entries by hand in accounting books.  They looked at her with suspicion.  The workers did not like people who audited their work, which is what they assumed Stacy was about to do.  Stacy was led to a little cubicle with a small window to the outside providing some indirect lighting.  There was a table in the middle of the small room with one wooden chair.  On the table were a pile of ledgers, apparently the overview of the past few months of financial dealings.  Her escort announced her as a new employee to the other workers.  Stacy thanked the woman who had brought her to her workspace.  She noted that the other women in the room were whispering and looking her way.  Stacy certainly felt like on welcomed in her new role.

The next several hours she spent going over these accounting books.  She tried to make sense of all the numbers and the flow of money in and out of various accounts.  The books didn't seem to make sense, but Stacy didn't know if this was because of her lack of understanding of their methodology or because of a real problem in their accounting.  Just as she was about to give up and take a break, one of the woman accountants got up from her desk and wandered over to Stacy's cubicle.

"Signorina, welcome to our small part of the Vatican," the woman said in a loud voice.  She was perhaps in her late 30s with a stocky build.  She wore a pink blouse with a red skirt and matching pumps.  She wore red gloves and a red and white checkered silk headscarf.  Her glasses had a beaded string that went around her neck so she could remove her glasses and they would sit on her breasts.  Stacy smiled and returned her greeting.

"Are you here to replace Signorina Rosa?" the woman said in a whisper, "The rumor is that she is missing and perhaps murdered because of her work here."  Stacy shrugged her shoulders, not wishing to confide in this woman.

"Please – I can help you.  I have worked here for nearly 20 years.  I know things.  There are secret rooms and passages," the woman said in an almost imperceptible voice.  This piqued Stacy's interest, but before she could speak, the woman put a finger to her lips.

"Not here!  Meet in the ladies water closet in 30 minutes.  We'll talk there," the woman said in a whisper and then loudly, "My name is Lydia.  Again, welcome to the Vatican."  The woman named Lydia went back to where she was working.

About 20 minutes later, Stacy saw Lydia get up from her work area and head down the hall toward the ladies water closet.  She figured that the woman wanted Stacy to leave at a different time so she waited.

At the appointed time, Stacy got up from her chair and walked back toward the ladies water closet.  When she went in there was no one there.  She looked in all three stalls but could find nothing.  There was the distinct smell of Lydia's perfume.  Then something caught her eye and Stacy went to investigate.  On the floor in a corner were several glistening beads, which Stacy recognized as having come from the cord of the woman's glasses.  Stacy suspected the worst.  Something bad had happened to Lydia.  Stacy checked several of the other nearby rooms they were all locked.  Seeing nothing that could be done at the moment, Stacy returned to her work cubicle.  At least two other workers were absent from the work area.  Stacy didn't know what to make of that.  It might not have any significance whatsoever because the workers came and went at different times for different reasons.  Lydia did not return to work.  Someone said that she had gone home sick, but Stacy doubted that.

Chapter 21 – No Good Deed Goes Unpunished



Lydia had heard Stacy, the woman she knew as Signorina Donna Cresto when she came looking for her.  She desperately wanted to alert Signorina Cresto to the danger, to her danger.  She couldn't.  If she did, she feared that both she and Donna Cresto would be killed.  She was being held in a secret room adjacent to the ladies water closet.  Physically held by two women, two of her coworkers.  There was a hand wearing a white cotton glove that covered her mouth stifling any attempt to cry out with crushing efficiency.  The same woman that held her mouth had Lydia's right arm twisted up behind her back, painfully applying pressure when the woman attempted to squirm.  Another woman held a small knife at her throat.

Lydia knew that talking to the new person, probably some sort of investigator would be dangerous.  But something was going on in the financial division of the Vatican.  She knew this from the Rosa woman, who may have disappeared.  Lydia felt that she had to take a chance and give some guidance to this new person and to explain to her the dangers that she might face.

She felt the best place to have a brief conversation would be in the ladies water closet.  With some exceptions, it was usually empty and because of the toilets, it was relatively soundproof.  Lydia wanted to make sure that she arrived before Donna Cresto so that the others wouldn't suspect that this was a clandestine meeting.  Only, she was spotted by two of the newest hires.  They had been hired directly by the Cardinal, which was unusual for workers in the finance department.  A few seconds after Lydia had entered the water closet, the door opened again and her two coworkers came in.

"Going to meet someone, sweetie.  Perhaps that new girl?  The Cardinal doesn't like tattletales," the taller of the two women hissed.

"I don't know what you're talking about.  I just came in here to relieve myself and to wash up," Lydia tried to act innocent.

"Just like you met with that Rosa bitch?"  the second, shorter woman, pointed her finger at Lydia's chest.  A knock came at the door.

"That signal means that your new friend is on her way here.  Let's do it," the first woman instructed.  Do what?  What could they do in the ladies water closet?  The blow to Lydia's stomach took her totally by surprise, knocking the wind out of her.  The taller woman turned her around and clamped her hand over Lydia's mouth.  Lydia tried to resist by clawing at the woman's hand, but the woman grabbed her right arm and forced it behind her back.  The second woman went to the back of the water closet and pushed something.  She then pushed a section of the wall out of the way.  Lydia fought as best she could and in the short struggle her glasses were pulled from her face, falling to the floor.  The beads on the string attached to the classes went flying.  Lydia was pulled into the small room and the second woman did her best to clean up the debris from the fight, including Lydia's glasses.  The section of wall was put back in place so that it appeared seamless.  When Lydia continued to try to struggle, the second woman pulled out a knife and put it to Lydia's throat.

They listened as the woman known as Donna Cresto inspected the water closet, but soon left.

"Now what do we do with this traitorous bitch?"  The shorter assailant asked her partner.

"Make her quietly comfortable here.  The nuns can pick her up tonight after everyone's gone.  She will be their problem.  I'm sure that they have ways of dealing with people like her," the taller woman replied as Lydia squirmed in her arms, "I have a cord in my purse to tie her.  Have anything to gag her with?"

"I knew I brought an extra headscarf for some reason.  It's cheap and old, but will fit in her big mouth nicely," the second woman snickered as she pulled out a medium-size silk square from her purse.  Lydia shook her head and wanted to protest, but the hand over her mouth prevented that.  That hand slipped down under her chin and squeezed her cheeks hard.  The second woman, with the knife still at Lydia's throat, began to push the plain white wadded silk scarf into Lydia's mouth.  Even before it was fully in place, Lydia was choking and retching on the silk wad.  She could taste the woman's perfume or was it hairspray?  The second woman continued to push and prod the silk wad until it was fully behind her teeth.  Lydia's mouth was open as wide as it could go to accept the wad.  One corner of the scarf Extended back toward Lydia's throat, triggering her gag reflex.  Neither woman paid any attention to Lydia's distress.  Both of her hands were brought behind her back and bound tightly by the taller woman, who seemed to know what she was doing.

Lydia was pushed down to her knees and she felt a run develop in her stockings.  Damn, she thought, These women be more careful.  Didn't they know how precious stockings were?  Lydia felt cord being wrapped around her ankles as the shorter woman untied Lydia's headscarf.  Another cord was wrapped between Lydia's bound wrists and bound ankles.  The second woman twirled the triangularly folded headscarf into a silk rope.  She forced the middle of it into Lydia's mouth, compressing the wad even deeper.  Bringing the ends behind that he is head, she tied a half knot pulling it as tight as she could.  Lydia grunted in response.  The shorter woman finished the tie with a very tight square knot.  

"Make sure that gag is really tight.  You know how his Eminence dislikes sloppy work," the taller woman said.

"My gags are tight.  You should worry about how well you tied her, not my gags.  Besides, didn't his Eminence say there was something to put troublemakers to sleep in here someplace?" the shorter woman said irritated.  The taller woman looked around and picked the bottle up off of a small shelf.

Lydia's eyes were wide.  She was terrified of being bound and gagged, but being forced to sleep – she felt the warm stream between her legs – she was that scared and now she was embarrassed.  The two women seemed unaware of what had happened.  The shorter one brought the ends of Lydia scarf, the one tied in her mouth, to the front of her face.  The taller woman poured the liquid from a brown bottle onto the end of the scarf.  The shorter woman then held Lydia's head and forced the scarf over her nose.  Lydia fought and squirmed in her bonds, but the two women held her tightly.

Lydia wondered if she would ever wake up.  She felt her body relax and her ability to squirm in her bonds decreased.  The first woman reapplied the liquid to the scarf end.  The scarf was forced over her nose again.  Lydia had to breathe the anesthesia that saturated the end of the scarf.  She tried to think of what she should do, realizing that there was nothing to be done.  The shorter woman's face, framed by a floral headscarf secured under her chin, began to go in and out of focus.  She felt her eyes flutter and then Lydia's world went black.

Chapter 22 – Lost Night



Stacy saw two women returned to their posts a few minutes after she had left the water closet.  She wondered if they had anything to do with Lydia's disappearance.  There was no way of knowing, but she made a note of who they were.  Then and there, Stacy determined that she would find out what it happened to Lydia.  To do that, she had to stay after hours without anyone knowing.

When the time came to go home, Stacy made a big show of ready to leave.  She didn't know how to get in touch with Giovanni.  They had decided that was best that they have minimal contact at the Vatican.  Stacy would have to do her snooping all by herself.  The only thing that bothered her was that she didn't have her gun with her.

As Stacy prepared to leave, she made sure that she was behind the others.  The two women she worried about most had left relatively early, which was a relief.  Stacy easily unlocked an office door and slipped in to wait until it was quiet.  She waited several hours.  Even the hallways were dark now so Stacy took out a small flashlight and maneuvered her way out of the office and down the hallway to the ladies water closet.  She opened the door, propping it open.  She wanted to have a quick exit if someone surprised her.

"Lydia," Stacy whispered.  She repeated the call a couple of times.  Then she heard something from behind the back wall.  Stacy went to the back and began to feel for some type of catch or switch.  She felt something give on the edge of the wall and she heard the click.  With her hands, she pressed and forced the wall to one side.  She pointed the flashlight at one corner and saw nothing.  Hearing the moan again, Stacy swept the flashlight to the other corner.  There was Lydia, eyes wide.  She was clearly tightly bound and unable to move.  Lydia's headscarf was tied tightly in her mouth, but clearly, something else was also packed in her mouth.  The headscarf was wet with spittle around her mouth making it look darker than the rest of the scarf.  Having been gagged herself, Stacy immediately felt sorry for the hapless woman.  Realizing that Lydia couldn't see her, Stacy turned the flashlight on herself.  There was a sigh of relief from Lydia.

"Lydia, I'll have you out in a few seconds," Stacy said in a soothing voice.  Instead of calming the woman, Stacy's voice seemed to have the opposite effect.  

A sharp pain exploded in the back of her head.  Stacy collapsed to her knees.  Leaving the door to the water closet open allowed whoever had hit her to sneak in behind her quietly.  Stacy wanted to fight back, but the blow had incapacitated her.  The person, who had hit her, knew what they were doing.  She turned her head enough to see a nun, one with a white face.  There were two other nuns.  The nun closest to her held a blackjack and was ready to hit her again.  One of the other nuns put up her hand, knelt behind Stacy and clamped a cloth over her face and nose.  The smell was intense.  Stacy recognized it as chloroform.  Stacy tried to think of some defensive move, but defensive moves required the ability to control one's body.  The blow to the back of her head had left her totally defenseless, at least for the moment.  There was an irony of getting back into the spy business only to be murdered on your first night back.  So much for being a top agent, Stacy thought as she inhaled the fumes and felt her body getting weaker.  The nun was now holding her so she wouldn't fall over.  Then the woman let go and as Stacy slipped to the floor the other nun used the blackjack one more time.  Stacy didn't feel the pain from the blow because she was already unconscious.

Chapter 23 – Please Just Kill Me



Isabel wished that she was already dead.  Each time the priest used her he made it more painful.  Apparently, he enjoyed her pain, not just the sex.  And he never seemed to tire of the sex.  He used her every couple of hours always in a different way.  She always remained bound although how she was bound changed.  Although much of the time she was tied to the bed, sometimes she was bound with her hands behind her back so she could service him on her knees.  At other times he bound her to the foot of the bed, arms spread out wide so that he could use her from behind.  Isabel had no idea that a man could have so much endurance when it came to sex.  She was sore all over and exhausted.

In the late afternoon, he tied her to the bed again and told her that he was going out to dig her grave.  He informed her that he always did it the day before he murdered his guests.  His rationale was that he gave them time to come to peace with what was going to happen, to prepare themselves.  The truth was, of course, to add even more terror to the last few hours.  The other reason was more practical.  He simply didn't want to have to dig a grave right before his long drive back to the city.

Isabel worked feverishly to try to get herself untied.  Her hands were bound once again to the wrought-iron headboard.  He had changed her gag.  Her mouth was packed with a handkerchief, a fresh one, and then he had forced her to accept a red rubber ball behind her teeth.  The ball had straps on it that went around her head and were secured with a buckle.  He attached not one, but two, small locks which would have to be removed before the gag could be removed from her mouth.  Isabel wondered why he would use such a device on her now.  Of course, her main focus was simply getting untied and not ringing the bells that were attached to her bondage.

Coming in after digging her grave, the bastard told her that she would be buried in a beautiful location.  He proceeded to use her.  Isabel was past the point of caring about the sex.  She just laid there and turned her mind off.  That's not totally true.  As he pumped his juices in her, she was thinking about all the ways she could kill him.  Isabel had never thought that she could ever kill another human being.  She couldn't even kill an animal.  Then she realized, he wasn't human.  He was scarier than any animal and she could kill him without giving it a second thought.

After Father Rizzo had finished with her, he made himself dinner and then went to bed in another room.  At least she had some respite from his constant sexual demands.  Isabel knew it was now or never for escape.  She worked as quietly as she could on the knots.  He had gotten quite sloppy in his tying efforts.  She could reach both of the knots that held her wrists in place.  It wasn't easy, but it was possible.  Her fingernails were long since broken.  Isabel had spent hours filling in shaping her perfect fingernails, allowing them to grow long.  Now they were history.  The shorter fingernails were actually easier for picking at the knots.  

Isabel had no idea how long it had taken her, but finally one of the knots gave.  She wiggled her wrist out and even in the dim light, she could see the red bands – the ligature marks – that would take weeks to heal assuming she survived.  The scarves that he had tied around her wrists and ankles to protect them from the cords had been removed in the morning.  He felt that they didn't allow him to tie her tightly enough.  She quickly and as quietly as possible untied her other wrist and finally her leg bindings.  The little bells had rung as they had from time to time.  Apparently, she had been quiet enough because she heard him snoring in the other room.

Isabel pulled at the ball gag in her mouth and she tried to unbuckle it.  Neither effort was successful and she knew that she couldn't wait any longer.  She looked around for her shoes.  They were nowhere to be seen.  Maybe they were out in the front room, she hoped.  When she left the bedroom, Isabel paused every time the floor creaked.  Much to her dismay, not only couldn't she find her shoes or any shoes.  All the jackets that had been hanging by the door were gone.  “Merda," she thought to herself.  Did she dare go into his bedroom?  No, that would be suicide.  She quietly went to the front door of the cabin, unlocked it, and slipped out into the cold.

And it was cold.  Isabel took stock of her situation.  Her dress was in tatters, but still wearable.  Still, the wind blew right through it.  She had no bra.  She had her panties because he had left them around her knees.  They felt good to wear again.  Her nylons already had runs in them and would provide little protection against the rough ground with pebbles, rocks, and sharp needles.  She still had on the headscarf, which he forced her to wear.  The ball gag was buckled over it, but Isabel didn't care because it provided warmth.  If she was going to survive, she had to ignore the cold and the pain that she knew she would experience.  She slowly started down the path that the car had taken up to the house.  She knew that she would have to go into the woods at some point to avoid him, but for now, she would try to follow the path.  

Back at the cabin, Father Rizzo watched her as she moved slowly away from the cabin.  He loved this part of his vacations.  He knew that he could sleep for another couple of hours.  Even if the young signorina could run as fast as she could, she wouldn't reach any help.  He would have the pleasure of chasing her down and strangling her when he caught her.  If all went right, he would be on his way back to town and his parishioners by midmorning.  The woman known as Isabel would disappear forever, just another one of his trophies.

The ball gag probably wasn't needed.  Only one of his guests had ever come within yelling distance of help.  If she had been able to scream, Father Rizzo might well be in prison right now.  But she had been gagged just as Isabel was currently gagged and no one heard her.  Father Rizzo had allowed her to get oh so close to rescue before he swept her up, dashing all of her hope.  That had been a real turn on, but usually, his prey never got that close to help.  A few of them never got free from the bed, much to his dismay.  When that happened, the priest took them to their grave, gave them last rites, and put them out of their misery, using them before and after.

Yes, the morning was going to be exciting.  Father Rizzo turned and went back to bed, setting an alarm so he didn't have to rush the final chase and capture.

Chapter 24 – Modestia, Signorina Cesto, Modestia



The pounding pain in Stacy's head was the first thing that she noticed.  The second was that she was incredibly cold.  The third was she was alive, a fact that surprised her.  She might have been more grateful about being alive if her head didn't hurt so much and if she wasn't so cold.

Stacy spent several minutes just listening.  Although she could hear some noises that were a long distance away, there was no one close to her.  No guard.  She opened her eyes slowly and glanced around.  There was only a dull light coming from under the door – the door that led where?  Somehow she knew that she was in a water closet, but it had a different feel from the ladies water closet where she had found Lydia.  She could see the stalls for toilets.  This room was bigger than the other one.  Why would she have been moved, Stacy wondered.  And then she saw it.  A man's a urinal.  Crap!  Why was she in a man's water closet?

Stacy was lying on her back.  Actually, she was lying on her arms.  She tried to move and she couldn't.  She also couldn't bring her arms from behind her back, they were tied at the wrists.  Her legs were tied on either side of the stall opening and she was facing directly where men would come in the door.  Merda!

The reason she was cold was quite simple.  Stacy was stark naked and lying on a very cold floor.  She cried out, but only she heard the cry.  Of course, they had gagged her.  Something soft and silky was wadded up in her mouth and it didn't take her long to figure out what it was.  They had stuffed Stacy's own panties in her mouth as a gag.  Something was holding it in place.  It was also soft and silky but tied very tightly.  It was her own headscarf, Stacy surmised.

It was a perfect plan.  A man, perhaps a priest, would walk in and find her there.  At a minimum, the Vatican would throw her out on her butt.  Beyond that, she would be totally humiliated and everyone in the Vatican and perhaps all of Roma would hear about it.  As she was in Italy – it could happen in any country really, if the wrong man came in and found her, her wide open legs would be considered an invitation to screw her.  Talk about being compromised as an agent.  Stacy struggled but was hopelessly secure.  The people who had done this to her knew how to tie a woman so that she couldn't move or summoned help.

After struggling for 30 minutes and making no progress, Stacy gave up, exhausted.  Even though she was cold, the exertion had caused sweat the form over most of her body.  That was just adding to her misery as she shivered on the floor.


To Be Continued...

Lady Spies and the Redemption Affair - Chap. 19-24
And for this Christmas I give you joy and happiness - Oh heck, it is the same old mayhem, bondage and sex - enjoy.

Stacy Steward is back working as a spy in Italy.  Her mission involves the Vactican.  Susan Harris, still injured, will help her partner, but it is an Italian spy, Giavanna, that Stacy will need to crack this affair.

Chapter 19 - Isabel arrives at Father Rizzo's cabin and discovers that she is one of the honored many.
Chapter 20 - Stacy gets a new job.
Chapter 21 - Lydia, a worker in the Vactican, discovers that tryng to help Donna Cresto (Stacy) can be dangerous.
Chapter 22 - Stacy meets the White Faced Nuns for the first (and perhaps last) time.
Chapter 23 - Isabel attempts to escape from Father Rizzo, with his blessings.
Chapter 24 - Stacy's attire doesn't meet the Vatican's dress code.

Summaries and links to all the Lady Spy stores are found in Lady Spies - A Chronology.


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The illustration is by the talented artist :iconmileshendon:.  He published a version of the illustration without the text.
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Which of my OCs should Miles Hendon illustrate tied-up next or in the near future? * indicates has already been bound and gagged in an illustration.
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20 deviants said Silk, the Silk and Leather Bandit.
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12 deviants said **Stacy Steward, Lady Spy
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10 deviants said Angela Morris, PI
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9 deviants said Natasha, the Duchess' right hand woman. partner in crime.
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8 deviants said Patsy, Angela's often tied up secretary.
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7 deviants said *The Duchess, villain and the Lady Spies nemesis
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7 deviants said Mrs. Bacchus, Angela's and Wendy's wealthy and shady client.
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3 deviants said *Susan Harris, Stacy's partner.
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2 deviants said Patrica. Mrs. Bacchus' meek, but very capable assistant.
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No deviants said Wendy Larson, PI and Angela's partner.

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She was known by many names – the Headscarf Bandit, the Leather-Clad Robber, the Silk and Leather Bandit, the High Society Robber, and the Naked Bandit.  The last name was a bit unfair because in truth she wasn't naked.  The woman always wore an expensive leather coat, leather boots, gloves, dark glasses, and a silk headscarf.  The headscarf and dark glasses that she wore made it difficult for witnesses to positively identify her.  The label of naked came from the fact that she wore little or no clothes under her coat.  The woman, herself, told the people that she robbed to call her Silk.

She gained entrance to the houses and people that she would rob by allowing herself to be invited inside.

"I am so sorry to bother you," Silk smiled as she talked to the maid, "My car broke down and I need to call a service station."  It was 1954 and cars broke down frequently.  It would be considered unseemly and inappropriate to leave a woman stranded when she was clearly well-dressed, probably a member of the upper middle class.  Even if the maid had heard the stories about the Silk and Leather Bandit, she would be reluctant to deny help to a stranded woman.

The maid, Iris, saw the expensive leather coat and blue silk headscarf and wondered if this could be the robber.  She didn't look naked.  Although there was a scarf around her neck that hid the upper part of her body, not covered by the leather coat.  Iris weighed the options.  If she closed the door on this woman in need and her ladyship found out, she would be punished.  Besides, her ladyship's sometimes driver, could be summoned easily.  A part of Iris wanted this to be the robber.  It would add excitement to her otherwise boring life.  She works six days a week, 12 hours a day, for very little money.  Her ladyship's demands didn't allow her much of a social life.  Besides cooking and keeping the house clean, she had to be available for her ladyship's every whim.  But Iris knew that this was probably just a woman in distress, it happened every now and then.  Iris smiled and opened the door wide so the lady could come in.

"I'll call a service station for you," Iris told the woman.

"That won't be necessary," Silk replied as she took a length of cord from her leather coat, "Do you know who I am?"


"You… You… You are that Silk and Leather Bandit," Iris said as her breathing became shallow and her breasts heaved in anticipation as to what was to come.  She knew the reputation of this woman – part of it excited her, but most of it scared her.  She thought about screaming, but she couldn't seem to get enough air in her lungs to do so.  The headscarfed woman put her gloved hand over Iris's mouth ending Iris's thought of screaming.

"No screaming, please.  I would hate to have to gag you immediately.  There are other things I'd rather use your mouth for," Silk told the frightened maid, who didn't comprehend what she was saying, "Where is your mistress?"  Silk eased her hand off of the maid's mouth so she could reply.

"She's taking her bath.  She always does at this time of day," Iris whispered.  Silk smiled, her information had been correct.

"Excellent, that gives us time to get to know each other," Silk said as she spun the maid around, pulled her arms behind her back, and lashed them together with the length of cord.  The move both excited and scared Iris, who was dragged into the large living room and forced to her knees.  Silk pulled her in front of a chair, which she sat down in.  She opened her coat to reveal that with the exception of satin panties, she was naked.  Silk removed the maid's cap and tossed it aside.  She took the hairpins out of the maid's hair, putting them in her pocket, allowing the hair to fall down to her shoulders.  Silk took the triangularly folded scarf from around her neck and put it over the maid's hair, knotting it under her chin.  Iris looked up at her expectantly, not understanding what was happening.

Silk pulled the maid's uniform down and then her bra, revealing a beautiful set of breasts.  She caressed the maid's breasts and watched as the cherry nipples hardened.  She bent down and rubbed her breasts against the maid's breasts, feeling her own nipples get hard.  Both women were breathing heavily now.

Silk raised herself up and pulled her panties down, allowing them to fall to the floor.  She stepped out of them and sat back down again.  She hugged the maid's head between her to ample breasts and said, "There is something I need you to do for me.  I won't force you, but I would appreciate it if you would service me."  Iris looked at her, at her legs which were spread wide open.  Her ladyship never asked, but always forced her to do this.  For reasons she didn't understand, Iris felt compelled to do what this woman wanted.

Silk helped the woman get past her forest of hair and gasped as the maid's tongue found her clit.  It was obvious to Silk that the maid was quite accomplished in this type of sexual arts.  With her gloved hands on the maid's headscarf covered head, Silk maneuvered the maid to work on her love hole.  Much to Silk's surprise, the maid eagerly worked on her, alternating between her clit and other parts of her twat.  The climax hit Silk suddenly and her legs squeezed the maid's head as her body shook.  It took a minute or two of minor aftershocks before Silk was in control again.

"Thank you.  I truly appreciate that and I am sorry for what I have to do to you, but it is necessary," Silk said as she picked up her panties, turning them inside out, "I have to make sure you stay quiet while I do my other work."  She held up the panties in front of the maid's face and the maid opened her mouth to accept them.  Silk eased the wadded panties slowly into the maid's mouth until they were firmly behind her teeth.  The maid closed her mouth over the panties and Silk saw a faint smile in the maid's face.  Silk untied the white scarf that was over the maid's head, pulled it off and folded it into a band.  She then tied it over the maid's mouth, securing it with a tight bow.

Silk eased the maid onto the floor went under her uniform and pulled off her cotton panties.  She cleaned herself with the maid's panties.  She took out more cord, crossed the maid's ankles and secured them.  She took a third cord, tying it between the maid's bound ankles and bound wrists, severely limiting her movement.  The maid looked up at her, pleading with her.  Silk realized that the maid was horny.  Shrugging her shoulders she went down and using the maid's own panties, worked on her twat expertly until the maid's body shook with a powerful climax.  She cleaned the maid's twat with the panties.  She then got up and left the maid there to recover.

Silk checked on the status of her ladyship's bath, which was ongoing.  She went and found the coil of clothesline that was hanging by the side door.  Taking a kitchen knife, she sliced it into the lengths she would need.  She went to the wall and found the button that would signal the driver.  Actually, he was the ladyship's boy toy first and driver second.

Silk watched as the young man came into the house through the kitchen.  He was young, perhaps 20, clean-shaven with his hair combed back.  He was thin, although not athletic.  His body was tanned.  He wore slacks and a white shirt, open at the collar.  He came around the corner and saw the maid.  His manhood immediately hardened seeing the maid's naked breasts and her available lady sex.  Silk was counting on this reaction.  She expected the young man to be transfixed by the maid and he was.

Silk came up behind him – he never heard her.  She clamped her gloved hand over his mouth and pulled his left hand behind his back.  He tried to struggle, but she had him totally under her control.  She forced him into the living room and onto his knees.

"Little girl, if you cry out, I'll break your arm," she hissed in his ear.  She took her hand away from his mouth and pulled his other arm behind his back.  She tied his hands together.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?"  He hissed and then saw his own handkerchief, which she had taken from his back pocket, wadded in front of his face, "Hey, that's dirty!"  Silk smiled as she stuffed it slowly into his mouth.  She then kissed his lips, pushed him flat on his face on the floor.  She used more clothesline to tie his ankles and knees.  Silk then got up and went to the hat rack where her ladyship had a number of silk headscarves.  She found two very feminine headscarves with bright floral patterns and brought them back to where the young man was struggling to no avail.

He had almost managed to get the handkerchief out of his mouth so Silk pushed it back in place.  She then took one of the headscarves, which was already folded into a triangle, and folded it down into a band.  She forced the middle of the scarf over his mouth, bringing the ends back, and knotting them with a square knot.  She then tied the remaining ends in a big feminine bow.  There was a triangular portion of the scarf the hung down just below his chin.  She yanked on that and the scarf didn't budge.

Satisfied, Silk rolled the young man onto his back and pulled him into a sitting position with his head buried in her two ample breasts.  The young man thought that he was going to be suffocated and started to panic.  She allowed him to pull away and as he did so she placed the other feminine silk scarf over his head, securing it under his chin.  He shook his head trying to get the scarf off as he knew that she was trying to humiliate him.  She took bobby pins that had been in the maid's hair and secured the headscarf to his hair.  He shook his head wildly and Silk laughed.  She pushed him back onto the carpeted floor.

"There, now you look like the little girl that you are – nice and feminine," Silk smirked at the young man.  

Much to the man's dismay, the woman undid his belt and pulled down his pants, then his shorts.  His manhood was already at attention.  She straddled him and he was inside of her.  He could feel her muscles tightened around his instrument.  And then she rode him, up and down up and down.  The maid was watching him and he turned crimson with embarrassment.  Whatever she had done to her, what she was doing to him was far more humiliating.  And yet he was turned on.  What man wouldn't be turned on to have a woman forced themselves onto him?  Still, it was humiliating.  He had no control.  Men were always supposed to be in control, weren't they?  Up and down, up and down.  Then she climaxed and stifled a cry.  Her whole body tensed up and trembled.  He was about to cum.  Her muscles tightened around his manhood.  He could feel it growing inside her as she continued her piston-like movement.

Silk could feel the young man's manhood grow, as well.  At the last possible second, she pulled herself up and wrapped the maid's panties around his pulsating weapon.  He shot his load, but not into her, into the panties.  Silk milked him.

"That was pretty good for a little girl," Silk laughed.  The young man, wearing a lady's headscarf, angrily tried to say nasty things through his well-gagged mouth.

Ten minutes later, there was a sound indicating that her ladyship wanted Iris.  Then there was a cry from upstairs, "Iris, where are you?"

"Your maid has been quietly detained, as has your boy toy.  At the moment they are intimately involved," Silk said as she entered the bedroom.  Her ladyship was only wearing a silk robe, a sexy bra, and matching satin panties.  Silk had grabbed one of her ladyship's expensive scarves from the hat rack, a beautiful purple silk square.  She was also holding several yards of clothesline.

"You're that Silk and Leather Bandit, aren't you?  You're not going to rob me, you bitch.  All my jewelry is in the safe and I won't tell you the combination.  So you might as well leave," her ladyship hissed.

"That I am.  Before I leave, I must secure and silence you.  I'm sure you understand," Silk told the woman as she pulled the chair into the center of the room, "This looks like a nice place to secure you."

"You will do no such thing.  Do you know who I am?  I'm going to call the police," her ladyship went to the phone by the bed.  Silk came up behind her, clamped her hand over the woman's mouth, and pulled her arm behind her back.  She marched her back to the chair and forced her to sit in it with her arms over the back of the chair.  Silk took a length of cord and secured her wrists.

"How dare you tie me up.  You will go to mmmppphh," her ladyship was stifled by the maid's panties that Silk stuffed into her mouth.  Silk then cut off her ladyship's bra, tossing it into the far corner of the room.  She took a long length of clothesline and wrapped it around the woman's body, above and below her breasts and around her waist, securing her to the chair.  It wasn't a pretty tie, but it was always difficult to do pretty rope work when the subject of your tying was squirming like a little girl.

Silk then went and pulled her ladyship's panties off and pulled them over her boots and into place on her butt.

"That's much better.  I had to loan my panties to your maid to keep her quiet and you won't be needing these.  By the way, your gag was donated by your maid – rather ripe panties I would guess.  I know they have my cum, your maid's cum, but mostly your boy toy's cum.  I do hope that you enjoy them.  It was my pleasure getting them ready for you," Silk laughed.

Her ladyship retched at the thought of what was in her mouth.  She had tasted the flavored panties and had tried to put it out of her mind, but now she could think of nothing else.  She was being forced to accept the sexual fluids of three people that she despised, that were below her.  How could this happen?  She had to get free.  She tried to kick out with her legs.  She couldn't be found with her maid's panties stuffed in her mouth and half-naked with her breasts sticking out for anyone to see.

Silk was amused by this.  The woman was helpless but still struggled.  Silk's rope work wasn't pretty, but it was secure.  Silk grabbed her ladyship's legs, crossed them and roped them together with yards of rope, securing them to a leg of the chair.  Her ladyship grunted through her gag, frustrated.

Her ladyship watched as the female robber took her beautiful purple scarf, forced it between her legs and began to sexually assault her.  Much to her dismay, the silk felt good on her twat.  When it hit her clit, she screamed through her gag.  The woman was kissing her breasts and sucking her hard nipples.  The ends of the thief's headscarf dragged across her ultra-sensitive breasts causing shivers to ripple through her body.  She needed release – a climax – but the leather-clad robber always stopped short.  Just when she thought she was going to cum, the bitch would stop and let her come down from the high that was building.  Then she would start again and stop.  She did this over and over while kissing, caressing, fondling her heaving breasts.  Finally, she tried to say something through the panties that were stuffed in her mouth.  Silk took out the panties.

"Please, please finish… Make me cum!  I'll tell you the combination.  Please!" her ladyship said breathlessly.  Silk allowed her to tell her the combination and the location of the safe, which she figured was behind a portrait on the wall.  Having obtained that information, she stuffed the panties back in her ladyship's mouth.  She went and removed the portrait and opened the safe.

Her ladyship looked expectantly at the lady robber, the woman who had humiliated her and from whom she now wanted closure.  The woman took the scarf, forced it between the ladyship's legs, and quickly brought her ladyship to a powerful climax.  Her legs tightened against the woman's hand as she continued to rub her twat, causing a series of aftershocks.  Her ladyship relaxed against the cords that bound her to the chair.  She knew she was beaten and would be found bound and gagged, but there was one more humiliation to come.

Silk used the scarf to clean her ladyship's twat.  She then shook it out, folded it into a triangle and folded it into a wide band.  She sat on her ladyship's lap and rubbed her breasts against those of the hapless woman which caused both women to moan.  She then tied the cum-soaked scarf over her ladyship's stuffed mouth, tying it tightly over the woman's perfect hairdo.

"Wouldn't want your hair to get mussed while you struggle, your ladyship," Silk laughed as she got up off of the woman's lap.  The next 30 minutes Silk ransacked the bedroom and other parts of the house, taking everything of value.  Before she left, Silk kissed her ladyship on her gagged mouth and thanked her.  She suggested that perhaps her ladyship should give her maid a raise for putting up with her.

As she went downstairs Silk could see the maid and the boy toy were still intimately involved, the way she had tied them together.  They seem to be enjoying each other's company.  Silk rolled her eyes and went out the front door with two suitcases full of loot.  It had been a very successful day and she was ready to plan her next job.

The End

She Stole More Than Jewels
The thief known as Silk, or the Silk and Leather Bandit, has gone after her Ladyship's jewels, but to get to her, she has to deal with her maid and her driver.  The cover scene takes place near the end of the story.  

The cover illustration can be found here 

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The Cover from She Stole More Than Jewels by knottysilkscarf


The illustration is by the fantastic artist :iconmileshendon:.

A version of the illustration without the title is on his page.
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OttoBindender Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2018
Happy New Year!
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knottysilkscarf Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2018
Happy New Year!  All the best for 2019!
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xinpite02 Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2018
Happy New Year.Wink/Razz 
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knottysilkscarf Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2018
Happy New Year and all the best for 2019!
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MrElvis777 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2018  New Deviant
Doesn't a simple knot in the men's work type bandanna
Tied tightly, suffice to inhibit noise (screaming) (Well enough?).. have you ever tried children's swimming nose
plugs (pool apparel for younger, learning to swim types?
cheap..  easy and quick to apply< Effective,  too? ;)

Thanks, by the way for such an interesting page.. 
I'm getting all sorts of Idea's..   then again..
I don't really "need to" completely silence my partner.
I sorta like..  the noise.. (I guess the neighbors have
grown accustomed to loud strange noise from my house.)
Ruh.. Roh..


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knottysilkscarf Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2018
What is required in a gag depends on the situation.  A knotted bandanna is probably sufficient if the purpose is to keep the woman from being heard outside of a house.  If you want her not to be heard within the house, then her mouth probably needs to be stuffed as well.
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DesolationAngel26 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks you very much for faving my story.
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dannysuling Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi one again. Regarding the story and its need for editing. As a professional copyeditor and poublished writer, I once again offer my services to you for copyediting, for free, for this story. I'm happy to do it, and leave you in complete control of what suggestions you accept and those you choose not to. I'm pretty damn thorough, and have been known to engage in detailed conversation with authors I work with about copy- and content-related issues.

If this interests you, please connect with me as: dannysuling@gmail.com

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knottysilkscarf Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2018
Thank you for the offer, but I usually do a much better job of proofing than I did with that one story.
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dannysuling Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem. I'm always available.
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