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                        "Don't look now, June, but our peeping tom is at the back
                    door again," Susan said as her roommate came into the house.
                   "Mmm," June responded, "he seems to be dropping around often."
                      The two girls lived in a comfortable one-story bungalow in a
                 quiet part of the city.  June was a glamorous-looking dark-haired
                   girl who was a featured dancer in one of the city's best night
                   spots.  Her specialty was an exotic number that showed off her
                  5'7", 130 pound body to perfection.  She moved with a grace and
                     fluidity that belied her above-average size.  Susan was a
                    beautiful blonde who modeled lingerie for a large department
                    store.  She was 5'5" and 118 pounds, and boasted an enticing
                                              figure.
                          While both girls were used to having men admire their
                 figures, and indeed enjoyed it, they were getting concerned about
                  the peeping tom.  They had first noticed him peering in through
                    the rear door one night about three weeks ago.  Their first
                  reaction was to scream, but they had remained silent, hoping he
                   would go away.  He had left after a few minutes, but had been
                   coming back, and for increasing periods of time.  He could no
                                         longer be ignored.
                       June and Susan now sat in the living room and pondered what
                 to do.  "He's getting on my nerves," Susan said in a low voice so
                   the peeping tom could not hear her, "and I'm sure he's the one
                  that's stolen all those panties of mine off the clothesline out
                                               back."
                        "Yes, and I've lost several pairs of nylons to him," June
                  said.  "Apparently he's going to keep on bothering us unless we
                                           do something."
                                        "But what?" Susan asked.
                        June paused before answering.  "I don't think it will do
                   much good to call the police.  We don't even know his name.  I
                 think it would be best to take matters in our own hands.  Suppose
                  we could lure him into the house on some pretext, pin him down,
                  maybe take off some of his clothes so he can't escape, and then
                 work him over until he's so scared and embarrassed he won't think
                                      of bothering us again."
                       "Sounds okay," Susan agreed, "but how do we do that?  After
                  all, he's bigger than either of us, and we might get hurt trying
                                       something like that."
                      June shifted her position on the couch, showing a good flash
                     of nylon as she did so, muttering, "might as well show our
                      visitor something to keep him occupied while we plot his
                  downfall."  She continued, "I think, if we work together, we can
                   handle him.  I'm big and strong enough to give most men a good
                   tussle, and if I have to get dirty I can be murder on a man in
                  the clinches - as some of the wolves in this town have found out
                 the hard way.  And I know you're stronger than you look, and know
                  a little something about handling a man.  Remember that creep in
                  the movie lobby?  He's probably still hurting from that knee you
                                     rammed into his stomach?"
                      "I still don't know, June.  I don't think we can take him on
                             straightaway, even together," Susan said.
                          "Well, let's use a little strategy and some feminine
                 weapons," June said.  "I've been thinking about a plan since last
                 time he was here.  First, to lure him in here, I think we have to
                   make it seem like there's only one of us around.  He probably
                 would be too uneasy with both of us.  Now, suppose you pretend to
                   leave on an errand.  I'll toss some curves his way to get him
                  really hooked, then 'accidentally' discover him without letting
                  on I knew he was out there peeping.  Once I get him inside, I'll
                  turn on the charm and get him in a necking session.  I'll start
                  unloosening his clothes until he discovers what I'm up to, then
                  call for help.  You come out from where you've been hiding, and
                  we'll get him down, sit on him, and take off his clothes.  That
                 should slow him down.  Then we can tie him up and work him over."
                      After listening to June's plan, Susan still had some doubts.
                 June argued, "the sooner we do something, the better.   He's been
                 harmless, if creepy, but who knows when he might decided to get a
                   little more aggressive when one of us is alone.  Besides," she
                 grinned, "I'm itching to get my hands on him.  It might be fun to
                                        teach him a lesson.
                        Susan finally agreed and prepared to "leave" the house to
                 inaugurate the plan.  "So long, I'll be back in a few hours," she
                  called out, loud enough for the man to hear from the rear of the
                   house, as she picked up her purse and strode towards the front
                                               door.
                      "Good night, Susan.  I'll do a few chores around here before
                 going to bed," June answered.  She took a long, leisurely stretch
                    on the couch, knowing it provided a good show for her prey.
                  After languishing a few more minutes on the couch, she arose and
                        began to clean up the room, picking up magazines and
                 straightening furniture.  She knew the stooping and bending would
                   be appreciated by him.  She pretended dissatisfaction with the
                 position of the couch, and gave it a few tugs, but could not move
                  it to where she wanted.  She sighed, then strode rapidly toward
                  the back door, apparently to get something from the rear of the
                     house.  She saw the face disappear quickly and knew he was
                 fleeing.  But she reached the back door and flipped on the switch
                   to light up the backyard a few seconds later.  As she stepped
                  through the door she pretended to notice him for the first time.
                  He had had time only to get several strides away from the house.
                         As June let out a little "oh," he stopped in confusion,
                  realizing that he was close enough to be recognized and that his
                  nocturnal peeping might be spoiled because of it.  He turned and
                   faced her, trying to regain his composure, and said, "Hello, I
                 was just cutting through your back lawn to save some steps on the
                               way home.  I'm sorry if I scared you."
                         "That's okay," June said breezily, "anytime."  She was
                  sizing him up, and saw a light-haired man, probably in his mid-
                  twenties, of about average size.  He was smiling at her, but his
                  whole demeanor was one of deceitfulness.  She disliked him more
                                             than ever.
                       "Say, if you're not in too much of a hurry, could I borrow
                  your muscles for a few minutes?" she quickly asked.  "I want to
                  move a couch and can't by myself.  I was going to get a crowbar
                   or something from the garage, but I'm sure you'll do a better
                 job."  She accompanied her request with a dazzling smile, one few
                                         men could resist.
                          "Uh, well, I just..." he stammered, but June cut in.
                         "Oh, it will only take a minute.  Pleased," she coaxed.
                       "Okay," he agreed, "if you're really in need of help."  He
                   followed her into the house and in a few minutes had the couch
                                        where she wanted it.
                        "Why, thank you very much," she said.  "Say, I don't even
                                          know your name."
                                     "Jim.  Jim Weston," he replied.
                          "Well, thank you, Jim.  It was very kind of you.  Now
                               perhaps I can repay you with a kiss."
                      She moved close to him as he stood before the couch.  Before
                 he could say anything, she put her arms around him and gave him a
                   long, vigorous kiss.  Her hands roamed over his body, and she
                 ascertained that he was not particularly muscular.  Just average.
                        She ended the kiss and grasped his shoulders.  "Mmm, that
                        was delicious," she said.  "Shall we try some more?"
                        Without waiting for a reply, she embraced him again, only
                   this time she leaned her full weight against him and made him
                        stumble backwards onto the couch, her body atop his.
                       Jim was thoroughly mystified by her aggressiveness.  Never
                  had such a beautiful, desirable woman thrown herself at him with
                  such abandon, and he wondered what had possessed her.  His first
                  thought was that it might be related to his peeping activities,
                 yet the girl had given no sign of doubt when he had explained his
                               presence in the backyard.  What, then?
                       He had little time to think about the reasons, for June was
                   forcing his attention elsewhere.  Her tongue was exploring his
                 mouth, and her hands were roaming over his body again.  She could
                  feel his initial stiffness and uncertainty melt under her expert
                  ministrations.  He was apparently, and understandably, beginning
                   to enjoy it.  His arms went about her and began to explore her
                  body.  She overcame her feeling of disgust at having him handle
                    her this way by thinking of how short his pleasure would be.
                      As soon as she felt that his hands were busy on her and that
                 his attention was fixed thoroughly on the pleasure of the moment,
                    June started to work.  She kept one arm about him while she
                    sneaked one hand down to his waist to undo the clasp on his
                                 trousers and ease his zipper open.
                      Now the more difficult task of working his trousers over his
                    hips.  To accomplish this, she began to move and toss about,
                  ostensibly to add variety to their necking.  This made Jim move
                 too, and every time he raised a hip she gave a slight tug on that
                                       side of his trousers.
                      But by the time she had his trousers pulled halfway down his
                               thighs, he noticed what she was doing.
                        "Hey, what are you up to?" he yelled, pushing her off him
                                     and grabbing at his pants.
                       June knew her curves no longer were effective, but, feeling
                    confident of a victory, she grabbed at his trousers and said
                  angrily, "Just a little reverse panty raid, Mister.  You like to
                    steal our clothes, so we're about to steal yours.  Come on,
                                       Susan, let's get him."
                        Horrified, Jim struck out angrily at her and clipped her
                   chin, tumbling her off the couch and onto the floor.  The blow
                   hurt, and June knew he would not hesitate to hit either girl,
                                   hard, to prevent his capture.
                       "Quick, Susan," she cried, as he hurriedly arose, pulled up
                                 his pants and fastened the clasp.
                        Susan rushed from the bedroom, where she had been hiding,
                  and jumped Jim from behind, throwing one arm around his neck and
                    grabbing his hair with the other hand.  He started throwing
                    elbows violently.  One caught Susan in the stomach, and she
                                        sagged to the floor.
                       Temporarily free, Jim started running to the back door and
                 freedom.  But June, still on her back from his shove, stuck out a
                 foot and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his stomach.  Both
                  Jim and June scrambled to their feet and raced each other to the
                    door.  Jim reached it first, but as he turned the knob June
                  stopped him by grabbing the top of his trousers in the middle of
                                     his back with both hands.
                         "Whoa!" she said.  "You're not going to get away now!"
                       To his amazement, Jim could not pull her off him.  He could
                  not believe this lovely creature was strong enough to hold him.
                  He was further amazed when she planted one foot against the side
                  of the doorframe and began straightening her leg.  He was pulled
                  away from the door, and he heard the clasp of his trousers break
                                         from the tension.
                       He reached down to redo it, and June took advantage of this
                  to reach down and grab both of his cuffs.  She jerked up and his
                  feet flew out form under him.  He tumbled to the floor, rolling
                          onto his back before he could stop his momentum.
                        June crouched over him like a tiger and noticed that her
                    last tug had pulled his trousers down halfway on his thighs.
                  With a gleam in her eye she slammed a high heel to the floor in
                   the space between his crotch and the top of his trousers, then
                 knelt to place one knee on his stomach as she tried to wiggle her
                  let through the opening between his thighs, to that he could not
                                       pull his trousers up.
                      Jim tried to rise, but June caught his chin with the heel of
                   her hand and jolted his head back.  He was knocked flat on his
                        back, and his head rang as it struck the floor hard.
                      This took the fight out of him for a few seconds, and a look
                   of panic spread across his face as he now realized that he was
                 going to lose the battle.  This lovely, exotic creature atop him,
                   whose name he did not know but whom he had admired and watched
                    secretly for weeks now, seemed determined not to let him get
                          away.  She was a strong, efficient, deadly foe.
                      As she shifted position so that she sat with her full weight
                    bearing down on his hips and thighs, she laughed, "Now, you
                  sneak, we have you where we want you.  Let's see how much fight
                                   you have without your pants!"
                      Jim tried to toss this devilish creature off, but she was so
                   firmly seated that he could hardly budge her.  She pinched and
                  tickled him until he gave up and ceased struggling for a moment.
                       By this time Susan had regained her breath and was eager to
                 get even with Jim.  She now stood over his head, and June said to
                     her, "Good, girl, back to the battle.  I've got him under
                   control.  You sit on him up there and I'll remove his pants."
                        "Only glad to!" Susan said.  Looking up, Jim saw another
                     girl with fire in her eye.  She wasn't as big as the vixen
                          pinning his hips, but she seemed as determined.
                       With a cry of delight she said, "I have just the way to do
                   it, June.

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  Since he likes my panties so much, I'll give him a
                              first-hand view of the pair I have on!"
                         She hitched up her skirt and, with a rustle of silk and
                   nylon, began to sit down on his face.  Jim started to yell and
                  raised his hands to ward her off, but she grabbed his wrists and
                  sat hard on his face.  His protests were cut off, and his vision
                      blocked as he was squashed by a pair of silk panties and
                   surrounded by a jungle of nylon, skirt and negligee.  He could
                    hardly move or breathe, and Susan added to his discomfort by
                                 bouncing up and down a few times.
                         "Beautiful, beautiful!" June said.  "How appropriate!"
                        Jim could feel her shift her position and start to remove
                   his trousers.  He bucked desperately, but got nowhere.  Nearly
                    250 pounds of shapely but surprisingly strong womanhood was
                  seated strategically atop him, and he didn't have a chance.  The
                   girl on his head was only of average size, but she knew how to
                 pinch and claw and pull at his hands and fingers so that he could
                  not get a good hold on her.  And every place he did grab seemed
                   to be covered by slippery nylon or fragile undergarments that
                 frustrated him further.  The girl on his hips knew exactly how to
                            use her weight to prevent him from kicking.
                       June now had his trousers at his ankles and pulled them off
                            his feet after removing his shoes and socks.
                      "To the victors belong the spoils!" she shouted, as she held
                                  his trousers aloft triumphantly.
                       "Three cheers for us," Susan added.  They then teamed up to
                                         remove his shirt.
                       He was now wearing only his shorts, and Jim felt June grasp
                  the top of them.  With a wink she asked Susan, "Shall we remove
                                            these, too?"
                         Susan answered shyly, "Let's let him keep them awhile.
                  Maybe later we'll find it necessary to take them off."  She then
                                  rose from her seat on his face.
                      Jim let out a double sight of relief, but June quickly moved
                   up to straddle his chest.  She was not laughing now.  As Susan
                    gathered up his clothes, June said firmly, "Now, Mr. Weston,
                  let's have some explanations as to why you've been peeping on us
                                     and stealing our clothes."
                      He looked exceedingly embarrassed, and when he did not reply
                 for several seconds, June grabbed his shorts and said menacingly,
                                              "Talk!"
                        "I didn't mean any harm," Jim stuttered.  "You're both so
                    attractive, I just couldn't help watching.  And I was afraid
                           you'd turn me down if I asked you for a date."
                        "You're right there!" June responded.  "Neither of us can
                       stand creeps.  But why steal our nylons and panties?"
                       Jim was really sweating as he answered, "I just considered
                  you had the best pair of legs I'd ever seen, and she had such a
                    beautiful figure, I wanted something to remind me of them."
                        "How disgusting!" said Susan, who had, unnoticed by Jim,
                              locked the doors so he couldn't run out.
                        "I agree," said June, "now what to do with this...thing?"
                        "Please, please, let me go!" Jim begged desperately.  "I
                  won't bother you again.  I won't peep, I won't take your things.
                             Please, I was only admiring your figures."
                      His pleas were so fervent and appeared so sincere, that both
                  girls started to soften.  As he continued to beg, they looked at
                 each other and decided that perhaps they had taught him enough of
                  a lesson.  Much as she would like to continue, June thought that
                        he had, in his perverse way, paid them a compliment.
                       "Okay, you can go, if you promise not to bother us again,"
                   she said as she arose from him, "but don't ever let us see or
                                   catch you around here again!"
                       Jim got up slowly, gathered up his clothes in his arms, and
                  then walked to the rear door.  He paused there, turned, and the
                 fury that had built up inside him as the girls had taken him down
                  and taken off his clothes exploded as he said, "You can be sure
                           I'll never be around here again, you devils!"
                      THen, as the girls listened in amazement, he started calling
                  them names that brought blushes to their faces.  Their amazement
                  turned to fury, and they started walking toward him.  He grabbed
                   the doorknob and said, "You'll never catch me!  I know my way
                              through the backyard, even in the dark!"
                       He pulled he knob, but nothing happened.  He pulled again,
                  and it still did not budge.  Frantically he jerked as the girls
                                             closed in.
                      "Don't bother, buster, it's locked!" June said.  "Now you'll
                                   really get what you deserve!"
                        He whirled to find two grinning girls.  He dashed between
                  them for the front door, but found it locked too.  He turned and
                   found himself being stalked like jungle prey by two tigers in
                       high heels.  He dropped his clothes and started moving
                      frantically so they could not corner him.  And he looked
                                 desperately for a route of escape.
                        "What's the matter?" June cooed.  "Afraid of a couple of
                           girls?  Why you're bigger than either of us."
                       Jim saw a door and ,hoping it led to the outside, opened it
                   and dashed through.  A peal of laughter arose from both girls,
                     and too late he realized he had entered one of the girls'
                                             bedrooms.
                       They chased him inside, then June shut the door, locked it,
                    and said, "Now I've got you in my room.  And you'll wish you
                                 never saw it before I'm through!"
                        Seeking any out he could, he said, "That's not fair, two
                           against one!  You wouldn't be so brave alone!"
                        June replied, "We're not interested in being fair to you.
                  Only in fixing your little red wagon and your vile tongue.  But,
                       if you insist, I'm very happy to take you on - alone!"
                       She began unzipping her dress,and as she stepped out of it,
                  Jim realized why she was so strong.  Her attire of a brief, sexy
                   bra and panties revealed a flat, firm stomach, strong muscles
                 along her thighs, and a well-built pair of shoulders.  She was as
                              solid as a rock, and incredibly curved.
                      "Susan," she said, "Get a pair of nylons out of the dresser.
                    Since he likes mine so much, I'll use a pair to tie him up!"
                       Jim eyed Susan as she went to the dresser and wailed, "Tie
                                 me up?  What are you going to do?"
                       June said confidently, "I'm going to take you down and tie
                   and gag you so you won't be able to move a muscle.  Then we'll
                     decide what to do next."  She was confident that he was so
                    confused and scared, she could handle him fairly easily now.
                       As he backed away from her, she mocked, "Afraid of even one
                                          girl, big boy?"
                       He tried to break by her, but she grabbed a hand, sat back
                   on the nearby bed, braced one foot against the bedboard at the
                                foot of the bed, and began pulling.
                       Jim saw the muscles along her leg bulge as she straightened
                   her leg.  Though he tried to pull away, her let was too strong
                   for him, and he felt himself being pulled steadily toward her.
                         "C'mon to bed with me," June taunted, "there are a few
                                  things I want to try with you!"
                      With one big, final push of her leg she tumbled him into bed
                  beside her.  Before he could recover she was all over him.  She
                 pinched him cruelly in the ribs, jerked his hair hard, twisted an
                 earlobe, then smashed a knee into his stomach to double him over.
                   She pushed him onto his stomach and jumped astraddle his back,
                       then snaked an arm around his neck and applied a tight
                     stranglehold.  He tried to roll her off, but she rode him
                   expertly.  She squeezed hard for several seconds, and when she
                                   let go his head bobbed limply.
                      "Give me a nylon," she ordered Susan, and while Jim tried to
                   regain his breath she turned around and sat on the back of his
                   legs as she deftly wound a nylon around his ankles and tied a
                               knot.  His legs were now immobilized.
                        "Now, let's tie those arms behind his back," she said, as
                  she again straddled his back.  She reached for his hands, but in
                       desperation he clutched them together under his body.
                       June only laughed at this futile move and said, "That won't
                                             stop me!"
                        She reached under, grabbed one of his little fingers and
                                       began to bend it back.
                      "You bitch!" Jim cried, as pain shot through his entire arm.
                       Her bending made him release his hold, and June dragged his
                  arm from under him and twisted it behind his back.  She took the
                    other nylon from Susan and wrapped it around his wrist, then
                         moved a knee up to pin his wrist against his back.
                        Then she reached under and extracted his other arm by the
                   same grip on the little finger, pulled it behind his back, and
                                    knotted the wrists together.
                        Jim started to sob at being so manhandled, and June said,
                     "Why, our big man is crying like a baby!  And I've hardly
                  started.  I think we must wash out his mouth with soap for those
                                    names he called us, Susan!"
                              Susan replied, "You bet!  I'll get the soap."
                       By the time she returned with a bar o soap, June had rolled
                    Jim onto his back and was kneeling at the back of his head,
                  facing him, a knee at each side of his head.  She took the soap
                                      and ordered, "Open up."
                                     But Jim clamped his mouth shut.
                        "That's no trouble either," June said as she clamped his
                   nostrils shut with one hand.  As his supply of air faded, Jim
                  shook his head violently, but her knees restricted his movement.
                 He was finally forced to gulp for air, and June shoved the bar of
                  soap in.  He tried to spit it out, but she held a hand over his
                                               mouth.
                       The soap taste filled his mouth and made him choke and gasp
                  violently, as the girls laughed.  It seemed like an hour before
                   June removed her hand and he could hobble to the bathroom and
                   spit out the soap.  They even held a glass of water for him to
                         rinse out his mouth, and bubbles cane once again.
                       But his trial was not yet over, for June then jammed a pair
                    of rubber falsies into his mouth and secured them there by a
                     bright red silk scarf, which she knotted behind his head.
                       Now he was both bound and gagged with the type of feminine
                  articles that he coveted so secretly.  June and Susan gazed down
                  in triumphant satisfaction at their helpless, miserable victim.
                               "Lovely job, don't you think?" Susan asked.
                        Next Susan returned with her camera and flash unit.  Jim
                  tried to roll off the bed to escape this final humiliation, but
                  June took a firm grip on his two ears and twisted him back onto
                   the pillow as one bulldogs a steer.  Then she plopped her firm
                  and shapely buttocks, clad in their lacy black panties, fully on
                   his chest, adding to his discomfort in having his nylon-bound
                    arms beneath the weight of his body by putting her own full
                                           weight on it.
                           She raised her clenched fists up and outward in the
                  traditional pose of the victor, causing her lovely, full breasts
                      to jut out over her foaming, gagged prey like a canopy.
                       "Smile for the camera, you helpless, woman-whipped sissy!"
                    she said, turning her head for a pose.  "We'll make several
                  copies of these, Jim Weston, and keep them handy to post on you
                  company bulletin board or publish in the plant newspaper if you
                 ever bother us once we release you or don't do exactly as we say.
                       There's a lot of information about you in your wallet
                                       identification cards."
                          Gagged as he was, all that the poor man could do was
                   register an expression of fear and shake his head to let them
                             know how completely he was at their mercy.
                        "Maybe by now Mr. Weston would like to apologize to us, "
                       Susan suggested.  She took the gag off and untied him.
                         Dry-mouthed and rueful, the sore-muscled, exhausted man
                                   could only lie there gasping.
                       "You've had us living a life of terror for a long time now,
                  uncertain when the peeping tom would show up again or strike or
                   steal something of ours or maybe hurt us.  Now you can know a
                                     little of what it's like!"
                          "I'll try to do whatever you say," he said cringing.
                       "Good!" Susan cut in.  "Now go outside and get your things
                  on.  Then stick this pair of nylons we had you all bound with in
                 your pocked so that the tops and feet show fully and prominently.
                 We want everyone you pass to notice them.  And don't put them all
                           the way into your pocked until you get home!"
                       Scarlet with embarrassment, the man in the panties with the
                    lipsticked mouth went into the yard and got dressed.  He was
                  careful to arrange the nylons as they had ordered in his breast
                                      pocket and walked away.
                       The dangling nylons seemed a flag of victory to the girls,
                   and they grinned with pride as their victim slouched home with
                   his tail between his legs, or his nylons hanging, as it were.
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