Authors note: Special thanks to Renee H. for her editing assistance.
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Lara sat in the living room of her spacious house sipping a wine cooler and doing some internet shopping. Outside, the rushing of wind signaled an approaching storm. Leaves rustled and an occasional twig or branch would strike the side of the house as it was blown amidst the gathering tempest.
The 38-year-old had recently divorced and was living by herself in the rural home she had shared with her husband. He was a successful lawyer who had been caught cheating on her with a secretary at his law firm.
The divorce settlement gave Lara the house and a tidy financial sum. Having no children, she relished the idyllic rural setting; a pleasant change of pace from the hectic rush of the big city, where she worked as an investment banker.
Strikingly beautiful, Lara had shoulder length black hair and brilliant blue eyes. She jogged regularly and her body was still fit and trim. Her 36C breasts were firm and fulsome and she sported the perfect hourglass figure.
In the background, the TV news was announcing the escape of two female inmates from the women's prison about 35 miles from her home. She was not overly concerned, as her sister, Donna was the head of the work detail at the prison and Sandy, the warden at the facility, was one of her clients whom she had helped with some financial matters. They would certainly contact her if there was any danger.
Bursts of lightning signaled the storm was getting closer and Lara lit some candles just in case power was lost. She watched a movie and decided to call it a night when she heard a loud noise, followed by the sound of breaking glass coming from the kitchen area.
Her heart raced nervously as she slowly made her way into the kitchen. There was a rifle in the living room closet, but she was too terrified to retrieve it. Her trembling hand slipped behind the refrigerator to find the light socket and flipped the switch to illuminate the kitchen.
She shrieked in horror as two figures stood in front of the sliding glass door, its glass lying shattered on the kitchen floor.
She turned to run, but they quickly overpowered her, dragging her into the living room and tossing her on the couch. In the light of the living room she could see two females towering over her.
The hooded sweatshirts they wore made them appear menacing as Lara gazed upward, fearful of their intent.
While one of the women stood guard with Lara, the other one searched the house, returning with duct tape, rope, nylons, and the rifle that Lara had hidden.
As they removed the hooded jackets, the tacky orange prison outfits confirmed what Lara had feared; these were the two women that had escaped from prison a short time earlier.
The taller woman had brunette hair, cut short, she was medium built, not fat, but stocky, a rather menacing look. She also had a noticeable tattoo on her right arm. The other female was slightly smaller with shoulder length blonde hair. She was stout with almond-shaped eyes. Both women were attractive in their own way.
She knew them from somewhere; she had seen them before but simply could not place it right now. It was not until one of them spoke that the mystery began to unfold.
"You don't remember us do you?" The taller woman asked.
As Lara listened, the woman indicated that they were freshmen when Lara was a senior. Lara had been in charge of their initiation.
She remembered now; remembered making them walk down the hallway in only their bra and panties, and forcing them to stand naked outside the showers with their hands on their heads while the football team went by.
"That was a long time ago. It was just silly pranks," Lara remarked, a hint of nervous caution on her lips.
"Yea, maybe so, but you have to love the irony. Of all the houses we break into, it is yours." The shorter one said meanacingly.
"Make us something to eat," The tall blonde ordered as she pointed the gun at Lara.
Lara was marched into the kitchen at gunpoint and fixed some eggs, bacon and toast and as the two women sat down and engulfed the meal, Lara stood nearby. With the rifle at the side of the taller girl, she knew that trying to run would be foolish, so she stood shivering with dread.
When the women had finished eating, they returned to the living room, where they forced Lara to sit on the couch once again.
"Here is the deal sweetheart. We have busted out of the prison and need to lay low till morning. Sheriff will probably be coming by soon. You say you have not seen us or that pretty little ass of yours will be buried in your back yard," The taller blonde remarked.
Lara spoke nothing but nodded that she understood the threat. For a couple of hours they sat watching TV. When the bulletins announcing their escape would play, the two would become agitated and pace the floors. The news brodcast relayed their identies as well. Nadine Prichard, and Carla Malone. Lara had forgotten their names.
Forcing Lara to lead them to the closets, the two women picked out a pair of sweat pants and tops that fit well enough for the occasion. They then forced Lara to follow them to the bathroom as they prepared to take a shower.
While one girl held the gun on Lara, the other would use the toilet, then climb into the shower and bathe.
Lara could not help but notice that both women had ample breasts, and definitive pear shaped butts. They both were completely shaven in the crotch, and they both sported "tramp stamps" on their lower back, just above the ass. Nadine's was in the shape of a dragon, while Carla's was a wilted rose.
The phone rang and Lara was walked to it by Carla, the gun stuck in her side. It was her sister, Donna, checking up on her. Lara told her that she was fine, and Carla told her she would relay that to the patrol cars out scouring the area.
Back in the living room, the women turned off the TV and turned on a stereo, lowering the volume to prevent it from being beard outside. Nadine looked at Carla and grinned.
"We need some entertainment. Start dancing Lara," Nadine ordered, as the girls both laughed.
"I..I can't dance," Lara replied hastily.
"Wrong answer, bitch!" Nadine remarked as she pointed the gun at Lara.
Lara was paralyzed with fear, but knew she had no choice but to do as the two said. The TV indicated that they were considered dangerous criminals and not to engage them.
A song with a pulsating rhythm began playing and Lara began moving her body awkwardly to the beat while the two females looked on in amusement.
Lara felt humiliated and flushed with embarrassment as her body swayed to the rhythm.
"I think we should make her strip while she dances," Carla remarked while sipping a cold beer. "Pay her back for making us get butt naked at school."
"That is an excellent idea. You heard her, start stripping," Nadine commanded.
"Please, I can't do that," Lara pleaded as she gyrated and moved around slowly to the beat of the music.
"You don't have a choice bitch. Get naked or I will pull this trigger. You can start with the tennis shoes and socks," Nadine huffed.
Lara bent down and removed her shoes and socks, then continued moving her body in slow circular motions as she began pulling the top over her head. Nadine and Carla stared lustfully as Lara's bare tummy came into view. Lara was wearing a low cut lacy bra and both girls whistled teasingly as Lara reached back to undo it.
"Yea, show us those tits," Nadine remarked in a cruel tone.
A tear formed in Lara's eyes as she removed her bra and let her breasts fall free for the amusement of her sadistic captors. Strangely, Lara's nipples began to harden; a fact not lost on either Nadine or Carla, as they both took in the sensuous sight.
Lara felt as if her own body was betraying her. The adrenalin began pumping as she reached down to unbuckle the small belt of the jeans she was wearing. Unzipping the pants she began lowering them downward until she finally stepped out of them, and brushed them aside with her feet.
Clad only in a pair of light blue frilly panties, the girls motioned Lara to turn in circles as she danced. She slipped her fingers into the elastic bands and slowly began sliding the last vesture of clothing from her body. The eyes of both women were fixed on Lara's crotch as the panties fell to the floor.
"Please let me stop now," Lara pleaded through tearful eyes.
"Keep dancing slut," Nadine ordered. "Now turn around, bend over and spread those ass cheeks apart. Let's teach you some humiliation.
"Oh god, please don't make me do that," Lara pleaded, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Lara felt faint as she turned her back to the females and bent over. Taking both hands, she pried her ass apart for them to see. She could feel their stares gazing at her nether region, as her body trembled in shame and humiliation.
"Move your ass around like a whore," Carla uttered in a lust filled voice.
Lara could only comply as she shamefully moved her ass around for their perverse pleasure. She felt like a cheap whore on public display as the tears flowed down her face.
When satisfied with Lara's performance, Nadine ordered Carla to ensure that the doors were locked and they marched Lara into the bedroom. Taking the small ropes they bound her hands to the headboard, and spread her legs, securing them to the foot of the bed.
