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I am experimenting again. Sorry, usual slow stuff I’m afraid. This time trying a two-part tale using some characters from my ‘Such a nice kind lady’ story. Sort of a carry on from that but as a stand-alone tale. Starts with an abbreviated clip from that story for main characters descriptions.

\n\n

‘Sonia was that sort of person. Always the driver never a\npassenger. Tall, muscular, blond crop headed and not noticeably very feminine.\nDressed as usual in scuffed cowboy boots, faded jeans and a lumberjack style\nshirt with the sleeves rolled up. She gave the casual greeting without removing\nthe gum that she chewed incessantly. Sonia jumped down from the van and walked\naround to the rear. Her partner in crime, Tracey exited the other door and\njoined her. Tracy was the exact opposite of her driver. A head shorter, long\ndark wavy hair, pretty face and a ready smile, fashionable ultra-tight ripped\njeans and a short-sleeved crop top that revealed she must work out a lot\njudging by her arm muscles.’

\n\n

Dobson’s Choice

\n\n

Part 1

\n\n

It wasn’t raining but it was damp, grey, slightly misty and the evening was fast closing in. The light was starting to fade as it always did so\nmuch earlier up there at this time of the year. The dirty white van bounced and\nrolled along a narrow country lane littered with potholes as it wound in and\nout of the rocks and heather, heading south mission accomplished.

\n\n

They were driving back from the North of Scotland, and it\nhad been a long, long trip! The fact the roads they’d had to use towards the\nend of the journey were single track, decidedly bumpy and with only the odd\npassing place hadn’t made the trip any easier nor their temperament. Not that the infrequent ‘passing places’ had been\nneeded. They hadn’t seen another vehicle for the last twenty odd miles of their\njourney, in or out. They seemed to have driven for miles through the wild open\nscenery which had made little impression to the pair in the front of the van. Tourists\nthey were not, both were definitely city gals!

\n\n

“Why the fuck would anyone wanna live this close to the\nNorth fucking Pole” Tracy grumbled moving the heater control up a couple of\nnotches. “Only fucking Reindeer and Eskimos’ this far North”.

\n\n

“Don’t think they have them in Scotland” her partner in\ncrime replied. “Deer maybe and the odd butch bearded Highland Woossey in his fancy\npleated clan skirt but no Eskimos”.

\n\n

“They call them kilts sweetie! Anyway, why the hell would\nanyone wanna live out here? God, its gonna be half a week before we see\ncivilisation again and can stop for the night and I’m effing knackered, not to\nmention bloody horny!”

\n\n

Sonia shifted her chewing gum around in her mouth before\nreplying. “Your always horny bitch after a delivery. They live out here cos a)\nthe can afford to, an b) cos they got that whacking great white chopper parked on\nthe lawn so’s they can pop out to the nearest MacDonald’s for a Big Mac or\nwhatever stead of roughing it on these fucking cart tracks and c) cos they can\nplay whatever nasty games they want without the slightest possibility of anyone\ngetting near enough to be curious. That’s why here, sweetie.”

\n\n

“Well you get randy too, or do I get a night off this time\nand you go down first?”

\n\n

“In your dreams kid, you don’t want me to teach you who’s top\ngal again, do ya” Sonia laughed.

\n\n

Tracy joined in. “Mmmm, only if I’m in that sort of mood.\nAnyway, you smacked far too hard last time; my damn butt was sore for a week!”

\n\n

Sonia chuckled. “Better a week than a month like poor\nCutiepie, eh?”

\n\n

Tracy shrugged. “Bitch pissed me off; I don’t think she’ll\nget stroppy again anytime soon, not unless she wants her ass cooked again!”

\n\n

“Fucking sure she won’t and that my sadistic little\ncompanion in crime is why these folk’s live way out here and why we done a good\nhalf dozen or so deliveries up to this friggin wilderness in the past couple of\nyears!”

\n\n

“Wilderness is bloody right on!”

\n\n

“Well just to remind you in case that big dumb empty void\nbehind your pretty face has forgotten! We bought our lil’ pad off of that\nfucked up rock star freak for one hell of a price t’other year an how long did\nit take to find summit good, eh? Him what freaked out thinking about World War\nThree and London being the first target and his little bit of it being top of\nthe Kremlin’s nooooklear hit list cos of all his ‘High Up’ neighbours and the\nlike.

\n\n

“Tis pretty cool.”

\n\n

“Yup baby, we got us the safest most secure spot in London\nprobably bar a few Government bigwig places. A couple of extra levels below the\nbasement with all the mod-cons you could ever need and no one, I mean no one\ncan hear you scream down there an all because we make these sorta bloody\nwilderness trips regular like for a nice fat payoff.”

\n\n

“C’ept the bloody tube trains. Hate those fucking noisy\nthings rattling away when I’m down there. Always think one of the fuckers is\ngonna come through the wall.”

\n\n

“The line’s far enough away even if we do get a few rattles.\nAnyway, damn noise they make no passengers ever gonna hear you playing with\nCutiepie!”

\n\n

They drove on in silence for ten minutes, or so then they slowed\nby an isolated road sign that leaned somewhat to one side. Tracy read the\ndirections and distance to the nearest ‘big’ town and scowled muttering under\nher breath.

\n\n

“Maybe we should get one of those camper vans, least we\ncould pull over and relax a while in comfort and enjoy the view when there\nain’t nowhere else available. All we got in the back of this heap is that\nfilthy old mattress.”

\n\n

“What view, it’s getting dark. Anyway, too many tell-tale\nwindows, Honeybuns and who the hell pays any attention to a dirty white van\nlike this? Gotta be a zillion of them on the roads” Sonia patted the dashboard\nin front of her. “Anyway, nothing wrong with this old heap served us well and\n100 per cent legit, which reminds me….”

\n\n

Tracy laughed. “Shit, you gotta be joking Big Lady, you\nreally gonna change the plates over out here, out here where the buffalo or\nwhatever roam, not even a bloody tree in sight let alone a house. Who the fuck\nare we likely to snatch around here, Eskimo bloody Nell?” She laughed again.

\n\n

“You never know kiddo, be prepared like the boy sprouts say!\nOutbound with the goods in the back we’re one hundred per cent legit, no\ncollection this trip so nothing in the back for the pigs to poke their nasty\ninquisitive snouts into going home if they did happen to check the plates’n’pull\nus over. Less, of course, we gets lucky.”

\n\n

“Lucky, up here, lucky!” Tracy exclaimed incredulously. “I’m\nnot taking any bloody Eskimos home, I’ve seen them on the telly, short, squat\nand fucking ugly, and I bet they all stink of fish or summit!”

\n\n

Sonia smiled, pointed to a sign saying half a mile and a few\nminutes later pulled into the gravelled spaced allocated for vehicles to pass\neach other and avoid the prospect of trying to do so on the unstable peaty\nsurface of the surrounding terrain.

\n\n

“You know what to do sweetie; I’ll just sit here with the heater\non and keep my seat warm for little old me.”

\n\n

“Bastard”. Tracy zipped her coat up, pulled the hood over\nher head and angrily exited the passenger seat slamming the door closed behind\nher. Still muttering curses under her breath, she opened the back doors of the\nvan and lifted the cover of the compartment that housed the spare wheel.

\n\n

She swore again as she barked her knuckles on the inside of\nthe compartment trying to pull open the narrow rectangular door to a small concealed\nlocker. There was one either side of the wheel compartment and a larger one at\nthe back. Here they kept various items that they would prefer not to have\ndiscovered should anyone decide to take a closer look into their vehicle.

\n\n

It would be a different matter of course when they had one\nor more of the ‘special deliveries or collections’ in the back. All the hidden\ncompartments in the world wouldn’t have helped them then. Maybe they should\nspend a bit of the dosh they accumulated on something a bit more secure with\nlike a couple of much bigger hiding places. Then again perhaps not, as Sonia\nsaid, the old van was just so, so fucking ordinary!

\n\n

She took out a screwdriver and a bundle of fake number\nplates. Selected two and returned the others to the compartment. “Fucking bossy\nbitch” she muttered. “If I break a nail again….”

\n\n

Sonia tossed away her second cigarette butt as she heard the\nrear doors bang and a moment later Tracy climbed in still scowling and blowing vigorously\non her cold hands. As she steered the vehicle back into the narrow lane that she\nheard some muttered comment about ‘bloody Polar bears’! She was about to say probably\nsheep, then decided against it. Trace was not in the best of tempers now, and\nshe wanted her and especially her tongue in a nice compliant mood when they\nfinally stopped somewhere for the night, not in one of her bitchy uncooperative\nsulky ones.

\n\n

They drove on into the descending darkness. Tracy’s good humour returning as civilisation\nbecame ever nearer with the prospect of booze, bun, bed and fun becoming more\nlikely. Sonia was right; you never knew when a suitable opportunity might arise,\nso there was no harm in being prepared. They didn’t come along very often. They\nwere primarily paid to deliver, not acquire which was a far more specialised\njob. She pushed the heater knob up to maximum and settled back into a comfortable\nsemi-doze recalling pleasant memories of the last such opportunity.

\n\n

Despite keeping her attention firmly on the narrow winding\nRoad, Sonia was also reminiscing about poor little Aubree. Such a cute name.\nSomeone somewhere should be dammed for all eternity for letting that tasty bit\nof fluff go off on her own she thought. Poor Aubree, so delightfully innocent\ntill they’d got their wicked hands on her.

\n\n

They’d been coming back from Wales of all places. They only\ntrip they’d ever made in that direction, and that hadn’t been the best of\ntrips. Another of those way off the beaten track locations so beloved by the\naffluent perverts their employer dealt with. Another cold, wet, windy,\nmiserable day, driving home after a less than satisfactory night spent in a dubious\nroadside pub Bed & Breakfast. The bar meal had been lukewarm and inedible,\nthe beer piss poor, the beds lumpy and the bugs had bitten! They were sure from\nthe many red marks on their legs the next morning that the latter had found them\nboth much more edible than they had found the pub food the previous evening!

\n\n

Consequently, after a row with the surly landlord, they skipped\nbreakfast and made an early start. About halfway home bowling along an\nunderused A road having had the foresight to avoid the motorway due to a\nreported accident, it was Tracy who’d suddenly bawled “Stop. Stop!”

\n\n

Sonia concentrating purely on the road hadn’t even spotted\nthe diminutive drenched figure standing forlornly by the roadside with its\nthumb out. She braked and pulled in to the kerb. “S’up?”

\n\n

“Dunno, maybe something interesting, hitch-hiker, let’s\ncheck it out, might even be a keeper if we’re lucky.”

\n\n

Sonia looked around and then toward the figure hurrying\ntowards them via the passenger side mirror. “K, no harm, nobody much on the\nroad and with all this foul muck coming down, hard to see anything anyway.”

\n\n

It would be by no means the first time they’d offered the\nhospitality of the third ‘in-between’ seat in the cab to a stranger. Usually,\nthey’d had a better chance to see who and what they were getting. The subsequent\nconversation would then decide whether that person ‘stayed’ with them right\ntill the end of their journey to enjoy some ‘additional long-term hospitality’ or\nwas dropped off en-route. In almost all cases such passengers went on their way\na short while later blissfully ignorant that fate had spared them, occasionally\none less lucky hadn’t been!

\n\n

Aubree was French, petite, shapely, elfin pretty and had\nonly turned eighteen a few months before. This was one time when Tracey and\nSonia didn’t even need to bother to look at each other. Bingo! Two greedy pussies\nstill on a high from the ‘more entertaining’ part of the night before in an\nancient double bed and the lingering effects that every delivery or collection stimulated\nin them, immediately went into reheat!

\n\n

Poor Aubree, all the Kings horses and all the Kings men\nprobably couldn’t have helped her at that moment, and none were in sight\nanyway. Nothing was in view other than gloomy empty road and heavy, persistent\ndrizzle. Just a van that wasn’t quite as old as it looked and a couple of very\npredatory, sadistic lesbians!

\n\n

Aubree was extremely pretty, vivacious and far too talkative\nwhich was unfortunate for her. Far\nbetter had she been less chatty, less garrulous, much tighter lipped with the two\nstrangers and not been so forthcoming about herself. Well maybe not. Her doom\nwas sealed from the moment her two new found friends got a good look at her.\nTheir rapacious interest grew by the second as she unwrapped the various wet\nlayers of outer clothing in the dry warmth of the cab of the van.

\n\n

Her English was good, good but not excellent she told them\nbut oui, yes, she must practise to get better, no? She was on a six-month exchange course at university.\nNo, she was there by herself, the only one, two of her friends had gone to one\nin London. She had a room she shared with another girl on the campus, but the\nother girl had gone home last week with flu, bad flu she thought, maybe not to be\nback for another week.

\n\n

Yes, she missed her parents, family, friends, boyfriend and\nher cat. The cat possibly more than the boyfriend she confided to them with a\nfew giggles. He becomes, how you say, a bit heavy and kept talking of amour,\nlove, but she thought his interpretation of the subject was not the same as\nhers. I think he wants only to go inside my pants as you say over here.

\n\n

It had been a spur of the moment decision. A concert she’d\ndecided to attend. Yes, she could have gone by train or maybe a bus, but the\nEnglish pounds were a bit low. Papa was sending a cheque, OK but not so good\nfor now so she’d decided to hitch-hike. She often did back home in her small\nvillage to get a ride to town. Oui, yes, they said dangerous, but she was\ncareful. She would not have got in had they been men, of course not, she was\nnot stupid!

\n\n

Sonia and Tracy had smiled, nodded and mostly listened. They\nlooked at her, mentally licked their lips and looked again then finally shared\na glance over her head. Neither needed to speak, nod, wink or perform any other\ngesture. Both minds were as one, and nothing else was needed.

\n\n

“Over there” Tracey had said pointing ahead ten minutes or\nso later. She smiled at the smaller girl beside her. “Bathroom break, there\nisn’t a decent place for miles yet on this road, and I need to spend a penny\nurgently behind a tree or a bush” She winked at the girl.

\n\n

Sonia carefully steered the van fifty yards or so up the bumpy\ndirt track that ran into the small wooded area. Tracey opened the glove\ncompartment and took out a small brown tinted glass bottle and a folded white hand\ntowel. The Cork stopper came loose with a slight ‘pop’; then she liberally poured\nsome of the contents onto the towel before carefully standing the bottle on the\ndashboard. A sudden sickly-sweet odour filled the cab that just as quickly\nturned to a more putrid one.

\n\n

Aubree had immediately made a face at the smell her pretty\nnose wrinkling in sudden disgust. Perhaps then for the first time, she had a\npremonition or maybe some other primitive instinct kicked in with a warning\nthat all was not well.

\n\n

It wasn’t. Sonia unbuckled her seat belt then twisted\nsideways to grab Aubree, quickly pinning her arms to her sides and held her in\na tight iron grip while Tracey clamped the foul-smelling cloth over their\nvictims horrified face. “Relax baby” Sonia whispered softly and gave her a\nquick kiss on the back of her neck.

\n\n

Aubree struggled vainly and tried not to inhale but had no\noption but to take a few breaths; it only needed four of five before she began\nto go limp. Sonia maintained her grip while Tracey refreshed her cloth and\napplied a second dose. All resistance ceased. Tracey checked the girl’s\nheartbeat, and her breathing then disposed of the cloth in a plastic bag,\nplacing that and the bottle back in the glove compartment.

\n\n

They both got out of their respective doors and took a good\nlong look around, both going a little way into the wood before returning to the\nvan. Tracy opened the rear doors, and a moment later they’d hauled the unconscious\nfigure out of the cab and secured her onto the old mattress in the rear.

\n\n

Not even ten minutes later and they were back on the road\nheading for their pad and to what they both knew was going to be a far more\npleasurable evening than the previous one. A long evening and night with all\nthe time in the world and all the necessary wicked little toys available to\nentertain themselves with this soft sexy plaything they’d just acquired. They\nknew she was soft and sexy; eager hands and fingers had stayed into lots of\nareas as they utilised the contents from one of their secret stash’s to gag and\nbind her for the remainder of the journey.

\n\n

Oh yes, Sonia remembered, Aubree had undoubtedly been a lot\nof fun, that had been a wild three weeks of virtually 24/7 lust and sheer\nwanton debauchery with a generous measure of erotic sadism thrown in. A big decision, in the end, well one of several\nthey’d had to make. She’d been a virgin, all holes and never had her cute\nlittle talkative tongue anywhere near a hungry dripping lezzi clit either. They’d\nboth wanted to bust her of course, Sonia laying claim to the front door and\nTracey the back but in the end, financial common sense had precluded that.\nThey’d got the one bitch already, and they still owed a bundle for her and on\ntheir exclusive nuke proof pad.

\n\n

So, they settled for training her unwilling little tongue to\nbecome so obliging and cooperative. They’d had a great three weeks and then\nsold her to the organisation that employed them for the special deliveries and\ncollections and other occasional more interesting jobs. Big, big money. That\nlittle deal they’d cut for Cutiepie had cost them, and she’d been a forty-year-old\nreject not a pretty eighteen-year-old, with an intact hymen and virgin asshole\nto boot!

\n\n

Naturally, they would have got even more for her if they\nhadn’t taken those first few little bites themselves. They’d got their fervent\nhands on a tasty little cake but rationed themselves to a slice or two. Hell\nthough, they might leave the juicy cherry on top untouched, but that didn’t\nmean that they couldn’t lick a bit of the cream off or have a few nibbles did\nit?

\n\n

Tracey opened her eyes, blinked a couple of times, yawned\nand sat up a bit straighter in her seat. Where are we?”

\n\n

“Christ knows, a bit bloody further on in the wilderness\nthan the last time you asked. Bout five miles further I reckon to the main road,\nand I can see lights over there, must be the town we passed earlier.”

\n\n

“Roll on; I am famished, dry and fucking randy in that\norder!”

\n\n

“Well another ten minutes and we can start looking for\nsomewhere suitable. Who knows, once we get clear of the wilds, we might even have\nfound us another little Aubree all alone and lost. Damn weathers about to go bad\non us again. Just been thinking about her”

\n\n

“Fat chance. Wonder how she’s getting on over there with Miss\nTeeny-bopper, Pop Princess cutie. Miss tiny tits with her fucking gleaming\nwhite teeth, skirts up to her navel and hair down to her kneecaps. Not so cute with\nthe bitches she keeps down on that private ranch of hers or so I’ve heard.”

\n\n

They both laughed. Poor little Aubree. That was one delivery\nthey hadn’t been called upon to do. Boxed up and shipped via private jet to the\nUSA courtesy of some back-door customs agreement with a Caribbean island tax\nhaven and no doubt a few well-greased palms on both sides.

\n\n

Sonia sighed. “Well, she wasn’t a bad little clit licker\nafter you’d warmed her ass a few times. Bet she’s a whole lot better now, pity I\ncouldn’t have popped her tight little cherry though.”

\n\n

“Sadist. Probably just as well. Sheesh, you can still make\nCutiepie scream when you bone her, and she’d had twenty odd years of practise\nwith poor old hubby most likely before you started dicking her”

\n\n

Sonia gave an evil laugh. “Size counts baby; you should know\nthat by now. Better take care of me real good tonight, or maybe I’ll give you a\ntaster of what Cutiepie soooo loves when we get home. The big Black knobbly one\nmaybe?”

\n\n

“Bitch!”.

\n\n

A few minutes later they turned onto the smooth tarmac of\nthe main road and soon saw a green information sign: petrol filling station,\nbasic chain motel and a burger bar one mile.

\n\n

Two hours later they lay side by side on the surprisingly\ncomfortable king-sized double bed, disinterestedly watching a late-night movie and\nsipping beer from a couple of the cans the filling station convenience shop had\nprovided. The detritus from several take out fast food meals lay partly in and\nmostly scattered around the waste bin near the bathroom door.

\n\n

Sonia took a long gulp then looked at the can she was\nholding. “Not bad, never seen this one before”.

\n\n

“Made by the local bloody Eskimo’s I expect”.

\n\n

Neither of them cared anyway. They were full, they weren’t\nfussy, burgers and fries with extras just as good as a five-star restaurant\nmeal when your belly was empty. Probably way better, much more bang for a hell\nof a lot less buck.

\n\n

The beer was OK and the chocolate bars. They’d just spent\nthe better part of an hour screwing each other and, in a few minutes, they’d\nkill the crappy movie, finish the beers and enjoy some ‘seconds’ They were\nreplete, almost and all was well with their world, almost…

\n\n

“I still want one” Tracy announced suddenly.

\n\n

“Want one what Baby?”

\n\n

“A fucking dog slave that’s what. I seem to be sucking on a\nhind tit most of the time with Cutiepie the way you keep dragging the bitch off\nto play with your plastic dick collection. I want something screaming down in\nthe playroom 24/7 not waiting on your sloppy seconds.”

\n\n

“You get to play as well, join in sometimes”

\n\n

“Yeah, sometimes, and sometimes no times. I want my own toy.\nTime, we expanded anyway. We got the room and an ace pad. Shit, look at some of\nthe places we done deliveries too. Damn cupboards some of them compared to our\nlittle bit of nuke proof heaven, we got what, just the one and how many have we\nseen in some of the other places?

\n\n

Sonia laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say cupboards baby.”

\n\n

“You know what I mean” Tracey replied sulkily. “Us just\nhaving the one old bitch is a bit of a waste, much more fun when we don’t have\nto share all the time.”

\n\n

Sonia thought about it as she felt her bed-mates hand reach\nout and start to stroke her belly, slowly ever so slowly moving downwards.\n“Maybe, gotta think about things long time you know, a dog just ain’t for\nChristmas and the odd bit of fun you know gotta think long time baby.”

\n\n

Tracey finished the last of her beer then tossed the empty\ncan over towards the waste bin. It almost made it, just caught the rim, bounced\noff and rolled across the carpet.

\n\n

“Fuck, nearly”. She rolled over and began to kiss and lick\nat the area her fingers had just been gently massaging. “We got the gear or can\nget it.” She said in between long hard licks. “How long did we leave our old\nslag last summer….no big deal was it. Anyway, we got contacts; sure, we can\nfind a suitable kennel for a week or two as ness?”

\n\n

Sonia repeated Tracy’s action with her empty beer can with\neven less success then lay back with a contented sigh and folded her long legs\naround her lover pulling her closer. Her mind drifting back some months.

\n\n

True, they had left the resident bitch entirely on her own\nfor a fortnight while they jetted off to blue sky, warm sea and all the\ncomforts of a very upmarket and highly expensive luxury Mexican resort. In\ncontrast, Cutiepie had spent the period locked in the big basement cage\ncomplete with camping chemical toilet (a big one), a large stack of bottled\nwater and a generous two weeks supply of healthy dry food and fresh fruit, even\na rare treat in the shape of a couple of chocolate bars. Hell, the bitch had\neven put on a bit of weight while they were away.

\n\n

Bet the old slag enjoyed her little break. They’d kindly\nleft her with the small portable TV, even a few books. OK so the books were all\nof a kinky lezdom theme but what the hell. Bit of job research wouldn’t hurt her,\nwould it? All that and not a single household chore to perform plus two whole\nweeks without a hungry clit to lick out. Two full weeks of complete abstinence\nfor her ass and cunt before she got dicked or flogged again. What more could\nshe have wanted?

\n\n

Sonia sighed contentedly and moved into a slightly more\ncomfortable position as she let Tracey continue her ministrations. Maybe they\nshould expand a bit.

\n\n

*****

\n\n

“Tally ho, bandits at eleven o’clock” Tracey yelped and\npointed ahead.

\n\n

“Jeez, no way you gotta be joking” Sonia growled looking at\nthe all the traffic ahead of them, in the lanes coming the other way and at\nwhat she could see coming up behind in her mirror. “Looks like friggin rush\nhour for half the damn county, this ain't no damp misty empty country road\nbaby!

\n\n

“Stop, stop, anyway, that way, pull over before we miss it.”\nHer finger still pointed to the fast-approaching layby and the solitary car\nwith the bonnet open into which a figure was bent over.

\n\n

Sonia swore under her breath, flicked the left side\nindicator, slowed and pulled off the main highway and down what had many years\nbefore been part of the original main road and into the part that was now a little\nused parking area. “Probably wouldn’t hurt to look and anything for a quiet\nlife” she muttered.

\n\n

The drove slowly past the broken-down car, a small blue hatchback\nand pulled up a few yards further on. Two people. A young guy was poking tentatively\nabout under the bonnet, and a tiny stylishly dressed blonde girl was sitting in\nthe passenger seat who looked as though she was trying to swat flies with her\ncell phone.

\n\n

“False plates and a dirty white van just like a zillion\nothers, your words not mine” Tracy reminded her companion. “C’mon let’s go play\npeek-a-boo” She jumped down, rummaged around under her seat and emerged\nclutching a couple of empty soda cans and the greasy wrapped remnants of a long-deceased\ntakeaway.

\n\n

“Problems,” she asked nonchalantly after depositing the\ntrash in a nearby waste container.

\n\n

“Didn’t sound right, sort of a knocking sound started so I\npulled in here” the guy said backing away and standing upright. “Now it won’t\nstart at all. All I did was switch the engine off then try it again. Dead.\nTotally dead, just the starter motor turning over but zilch happening, not a\npeep!”.

\n\n

Tracey and Sonia both obligingly peered into the engine\ncompartment of the elderly little vehicle. “Cute was the word that was going\nthrough Tracey’s mind. “He was cute, sorta innocent looking, clean shaven,\nfresh-faced, crisp shirt and jeans with a crease in them. Sheesh, jeans with a\ncrease! Taller than her but not by much, short hair, nary a tat or piercing in\nsight. Just so…so cute with a capital Ceeee!”

\n\n

Sonia knew precisely what was going on in her smaller lover’s\nmind. There were times, and she knew that this was going to be one when there\nwas a definite, well not a leadership challenge, but a temporary role reversal.\nIt invariably happened when Trace was about to embark on some nasty little\npiece of devilry. Well, as Trace had pointed out, she was the one who’d wanted\nthe false plates on the van so…. anyways what about the little bitch in the\nfront. She felt a stirring in her crotch. Like Trace said, no harm in having a peek-a-boo.\nGuys just left her cold unless she had a whip in her hand, and they were\nscreaming. Pussy on the hand was a much more exciting proposition especially if\nit was fresh!

\n\n

“This is just so inconvenient” Chelsea fumed yet again as\nthe four of them all stood by the still open bonnet, introductions having been\nmade. “I told mummy we wouldn’t be late and now this...this catastrophe.” She angrily\nwaved her cell phone around again in a vain attempt to connect. “You’d think by\nnow they’d have got the whole country covered, but no, damn lazy politicians or\nwhoever! She stamped one dainty foot in irritation.

\n\n

This time it was Sonia’s turn as she cast frequent sideways\nglances at the exasperated little blonde. Well if Trace has got her evil eye on\na prospective puppy dog, my evil eye and a certain other spot are telling me\nthat I’m getting the hots for this expensively dressed hoity-toity little dolly. How do we play it though?\nShe cast a quick glance at the traffic thundering past on the main road now\nsome distance away and then at her partner.

\n\n

Chelsea was just starting the tirade about stupid old cars\nand certain people not having the sense to get them serviced, and they could\nhave hired one for the second time when Tracey intervened.

\n\n

“Not much either of us can do” she informed the crestfallen\npair. “We drive em, but us gals just about knows where the ‘go juice’ goes in\nbut nothing else.” She paused in apparent thought then gestured down the road\nwith one finger. “If memory serves me right” she lied. “a couple of miles down that\naway there’s a big filling station. Bound to be able to get a signal there or\nbe a public phone or better still maybe a tow truck or summit. Problem is we\nhaven’t got anything to tow with.”

\n\n

“I think there is an emergency kit with a rope in the boot,”\nJames said and made to go fetch it.

\n\n

“No good” Tracey shook her head. “Nowhere to fix it on our\nold van. There was one place - but it broke off the other year when we tried to\nhelp pull that families caravan out of a ditch, remember Son?”

\n\n

Sonia nodded obligingly; she kinda knew where Tracey was\nheading. She gave Chelsea another surreptitious sideways glance and realised\nthat she’d just involuntarily licked her lips, couldn’t help herself. Yup, that\nscrumptious little doll was worth any sort of risk almost. She herself stood\nsix one in her bare feet, and she’d always had a thing about much smaller\ngirls. Tracey was smaller but this one, this one she could pick her up, tuck her\nunder one arm and then carry her upstairs to bed with ease. She’d fantasised\nfor years about having her own real live kicking (and screaming) little dolly,\nand maybe she’d just found it.

\n\n

Behind them, the traffic still roared along the dual carriageway,\nbut it was a good hundred yards away from where they stood. Sonia glanced\nround. Jeez, Trace must have brilliant eyesight to have spotted this breakdown.\nThe remnant of old Road had probably served as a truck pull in at some point,\nfurther down there were a few discarded oversized tyres and a rusted, boarded-up\nold caravan that had clearly once served burgers and the like.

\n\n

“The best thing I think,” said Tracey thoughtfully as if she\nhadn’t known what she had in mind all along. “Only got three seats in the\nfront, if we take Chelsea with us, we can drop her at the filling station,\nthink there’s a café there, she can phone for assistance….”

\n\n

“I’m not going anywhere without James” Chelsea interrupted quickly.\n“why can’t we both go, we can get a taxi or something and get away from this beastly\ngodforsaken place it’s not as if this…this stupid wreck of his is worth\nanything. Good riddance if anyone steals it, I say.”

\n\n

James opened his mouth as if to protest about this casual\ndismissal of his pride and joy but wisely decided against it after a glance at\nhis prim little partner's livid expression.

\n\n

Sonia intervened. Her cue she instinctively knew. She shook\nher head. “No can do I’m afraid. Only three seats and three seat belts in the\ncab, I know its only a couple of miles but if the cops see us cramming four up,\nwell if I get any more penalty points on my licence?” She blew a long raspberry.\n

\n\n

“He,” said Chelsea firmly and pointing to her boyfriend. “He\ncan ride in the back if you have room, you said only a few miles. We can put\nthe suitcases in there as well; he can sit on them or something.”

\n\n

Bingo, Sonia gave a very quick wink to her partner. Sod the\nbusy traffic, the pull-in had been a part of the original main road, now\nre-routed slightly with the modern dual carriageway and was set a good bit\nback. Too far back for any distant dashcam to capture much and closer the\nangles would be all wrong for them to be in shot. Ultra-common dirty white van,\nfalse number plates equalled a big Black Hole about to swallow up two people’s\nprivate little galaxy. Mmmm, little Chelsea looked a very nice package, and\nunderneath all, that expensive looking wrapping mummy and daddy had no doubt\nprovided…? Mmmm finger twitching, clit itching time for sure!

\n\n

“Why are we stopping here? \nChelsea queried a bit peevishly fifteen minutes or so later.

\n\n

“This is why,” Sonia told her. It was a repeat of the little\nAubree scenario except this time Sonia used one hand to smother the girl's mouth\nfor a few seconds before Tracey applied her pad. Didn’t want lover boy in the\nback to hear anything did they. One at a time. One down or rapidly going down,\none to go.

\n\n

“Sleeping Beauty,” Tracey said a moment later. “How we gonna\nplay it with lover boy back there?” She gestured behind her toward the rear of\nthe van with her head.

\n\n

“Don’t ask me Numero Uno, is clever little Miss Blowfield’s criminal\nmastermind brain fresh out of ideas, shame on you pet!”

\n\n

“Ha bloody ha, well I just got you a nice new toy so how\nabout a bit of help Ms Sarky Double Oh Seven with mine then?”

\n\n

Sonia grinned at her. “Got plenty of that nighty night juice\nleft? Good. When in doubt do it the simple way. Watch and learn baby, watch and\nlearn….and be ready with that stuff, c’mon”

\n\n

De ja vu. They were back in a wooded area. Forestry Commission\nland, acres of tall pine trees divided by long fire breaks and the odd track.\nIt was up one of these Sonia had steered the van until the main road was well\nout of sight and little Chelsea had begun to get a bit, a bit awkward!”

\n\n

Nothing to see but precisely laid out rows of tall pine trees\nand virtually no ground cover. You could easily see every which way and not a\nsoul in sight. Almost too easy Sonia thought. She knew of other more\ncomplicated operations. Ones where the desired and designated targets were\nobserved for weeks even months at a time and then often highly complicated but\nrealistic ‘accidents’ arranged to cover their abductions.

\n\n

The wrecked and burnt out car complete with the unrecognisable\ncharred corpse of some poor homeless person, the private plane that\ndisappeared, the kidnap where the ransom was never collected, cold feet it was\nassumed on the part of the criminals, but the abductee was never returned\neither and so on. Of course, the advent of DNA techniques had meant that even\nmore care had to be taken.

\n\n

In this instance, Sonia proposed to apply a much less sophisticated\nsolution to the present problem as the pair gather by the rear doors.

\n\n

“You sure you’ll be OK?”

\n\n

Sonia raised an eyebrow as she looked down at her smaller\npartner then raised her hand to the top of her head as if measuring herself\nthen moved it to over Tracey’s head. “I’m six feet plus in my bare feet, six four\nand a bit in these heels. You are five five. My new little midget dolly in the\nfront I bet can’t even hit four foot seven and lover boy in the back here I\nnoticed barely topped you. Watch and learn kiddo. You soak your cloth when I\nopen the doors. “Ready?”

\n\n

“Yup”

\n\n

Sonia rapped on the doors with her knuckles then opened it.\nJames has been seated on a suitcase at the far end; he looked a bit wild-eyed\nand dishevelled. On hearing the knock and seeing the doors open, he hastened\nforward.

\n\n

“What’s happened? Are we there?” He stopped at the\nthreshold. “I hurt my right arm; I fell over you went way too fast” he accused petulantly.\nHe paused then to look rather bemusedly at all the trees.

\n\n

“Tough titty dogmeat” Sonia snarled as she grabbed a handful\nof crisp fresh ironed shirt and yanked him forward.

\n\n

“Wha…. ohhhh” He cried as he plunged forward out of the van\nlooking for a brief moment as though he was going to fall smack on his face but\nsomehow recovered and landed awkwardly but off balance on both feet with a\nbewildered expression on his face.

\n\n

Sonia had let go after the initial pull to take a step\nbackwards. She remained exactly where she was looking perfectly calm and\ncomposed, but her booted right foot swung forward in a vicious high kick. The\nbewildered look was replaced by one of anguish as James doubled up clutching at\nhis groin making a loud anguished but entirely unintelligible noise. Sonia\nreached down to grasp his neck firmly with one hand and a handful of hair with\nthe other. Tracey rushed forward cloth and bottle to hand to apply the coup de\ngrâce quickly.

\n\n

***

\n\n

The van slowly ate up the miles as it sped Southwards. They\nstill had a long drive ahead of them, but they weren’t bothered. They’d need to\nstop a time two to check on their passengers’ bindings and gags, maybe when\nthey paused for a coffee and a bite to eat, one of them could quickly slip into\nthe back, but they were in no real rush. Anticipation is always a major part of\nany treat, and they were both quite content to use their imagination to play many\nwicked little scenarios of the forthcoming fun in their minds to pass the time.

\n\n

“Pity about their car” Tracey said suddenly. “Cops are bound\nto find it.”

\n\n

“Yeah, but that’s all: no fingerprints or anything from us.\nWe looked, but we didn’t touch. Ground was bone dry so no tracks. Best they can\nget is maybe a couple of vague descriptions of us and a dirty white van.\nEverything was tanking past at speed both ways. Even if someone got us on\ndashcam it wouldn’t do them any good, false plates and we won’t be using them\nagain, and we kept our backs to the road. Plus, most of those dashcams are real\ncheapo Chinky junk with plastic lenses only good for a dozen yards straight\nahead!”.

\n\n

“Yup, pretty neat snatch methinks” Tracey noted and then\nthey both fell silent for several miles.

\n\n

“So, what ya going to call him, it I mean?” Sonia broke the\nlong silence as she reached for a fresh stick of gum having just lowered her\nside window to dispose of its predecessor.

\n\n

“No idea, early days, no rush. Haven’t even got a collar on\nit yet. What about yours?”

\n\n

“Same, not Chelsea though. Way too posh sounding for a jumped-up\nlittle clit licking dolly slave like her. Something much more demeaning and juvenile\nI think”.

\n\n

“Put her in a kiddie dress with pink ribbons and bunches in\nher hair, Mary Jane shoes; she’d look adorable like that.”

\n\n

“Something in that. You notice the designer labels and the killer\nheels I took off, prissy little bitch trying to elevate herself in the world!”

\n\n

Tracey laughed “Well she ain’t gonna be using that ‘oh I am\nso superior, plum in her mouth mummy says so’ tone any longer. You want me to\nblister the little bitches ass for you?”

\n\n

“Umm, maybe, gotta think about it. Bet you anything that\nthis ones also got a nice fresh untouched virgin pussy and if it's not then her\nass hole will be. I know the type. No naughty nooky before we’re married James”\nSonia mimicked. “Plus, we ain't-a gonna sell these two. No need after what we\ngot for our little French friend”.

\n\n

“Yeah, well be careful darling, don’t get over enthusiastic\nshe won’t have been well used like Cutiepie, so you try using Big Blackie on that\nlittle bit of fluff and she’ll end up deep throating it…and not via the mouth\nif you get my meaning. Bloody things\nalmost as big as she is!”

\n\n

“One step at a time kiddo, I got the time and the toys.\nPlenty of time to stretch the little bitch till she graduates to the big buggers.\nTalking about big, you remember the other year when they had us ride shotgun on\nthose special packages they sent to Texas?”

\n\n

“Yeah great trip, and not just the luxury private jet, tequila,\nweather and the cowboy scenery. No old van on that trip”. Tracy laughed. “Still\ncan’t believe that last night. Never seen the like. Señora Fernandez and her\nponies, both types!”

\n\n

Sonia laughed as well. “Yeah, the two-legged ones and the\nfour-legged ones. Remember the look on the faces of the packages when they saw the\nsort of things that tiny Mexican Dame was into?”

\n\n

They both laughed again.

\n\n

“No way that little piece in the back could cope with\nanything that sorta size. Maybe my new\ndoggie could mount her just for fun occasionally?”

\n\n

“Nope,” Sonia shook her head. “No way,” she said firmly.\n“I’m gonna be the one to bust that little dolly and the only cock she gets from\nnow on will have me on the other end of it period!”

\n\n

“Pigpen ahead” Tracey warned.

\n\n

The two bored police officers in the parked patrol car were\ndrinking coffee from a thermos flask, plastic lunch boxes open on their laps. A\ndirty white van drove past. Neither of them gave it a second glance, it wasn’t\nspeeding and there was a zillion like it on the roads. Two people in the front\ncontinued to enjoy their pleasant anticipatory daydreams while for the two in\nthe back only unimagined nightmares awaited!

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