Legal Beaver

The tall, slender woman strolled out of the health club, looked around, and briskly moved toward her BMW. Just as she reached the sports car, Kyle pulled up along side her with the RV. Slim, who had been waiting behind a van, stepped up to the woman holding an automatic in his hand. She started to protest, but the RV door swung open and Andy's massive arms reached out to pull the stunned women into the moving vehicle. Slim picked up the bag she had dropped and jumped in behind her. The whole capture had taken less than 30 seconds.

As the RV moved out of the parking lot the women started to get up from the carpet. Slim pushed her down hard. "Don't move. Be quiet and stay still and you won't get hurt!" His threatening tone, the size of the two men, and the handgun still in Slim's hand convinced her to obey.

The men dumped the contents of the woman's expensive leather bag onto the floor and began examining the contents. There was a stylish exercise outfit and gym shoes, a matching leather purse, and another small bag. When Andy started to open the small bag, the woman began to protest. Slim, waving his gun in front of her face, silenced any protest.

"Shit, look at this!" Andy laughed out loud. Out of the small bag he produced a small, knobby, 6-inch vibrator and a realistic 10-inch synthetic cock. The bag also contained a tube of KY, a box of condoms, and a strand of anal beads. "Looks like this chick enjoys playing!"

"What's your name, honey," Andy smiled.

The woman, defiant, refused to answer.

Slim picked up the purse and began going through its contents. "Well," he stated after his examination, "we have here one Katherine Sanderville, aged 32, Harvard graduate, junior partner at Simon and McReely - she's a rich, hot shot lawyer. She owns one of those expensive condos in West Village and, judging by her fingers, she's not married or engaged."

Andy ran his hands over Katherine's prone body. "She's got no tits to speak of and no real meat on her body. What are you, Katherine, a size 4 with a 34 A cup?"

Katherine buried her head in the RV's carpet, refusing to look her captors in the eye. She was defiant but worried.

Slim pulled out a long hunting knife. "You want me to cut off her clothing so we can check?"

"Nope," Andy replied. "I'm a pretty good judge of women's sizes. Beside, we agreed not to unwrap the package until we get to the cabin. Why don't you take Kyle a Coke?"

A little less than three hours after the capture, Kyle turned the RV off of the highway, proceeded down several country roads, and then slowly moved up a private dirt road leading to his cabin. Andy stayed with Katherine in the RV while Kyle and Slim, started up the generator, unloaded their supplies, and turned on the heat in the cabin. Once everything was unloaded, Andy half-dragged Katherine into the cabin.

As soon as the entered the cabin, Slim turned to Katherine. "Andy and I asked you questions and talked to you, but you refused to answer us. That's not polite. So now I'm going to find out for myself."

The three men surrounded the woman and began disrobing her. She fought and struggled, but she was no match for any one of the men and against three any struggle was a joke. The expensive suit and silk blouse were quickly torn to shreads and tossed onto the floor. Andy paused a moment to pick up the jacket, "Damn, I had it exactly, a size 4!"

The men pawed and caressed the flimsy, silk, Victoria Secret undergarments. A tug here and a pull there - the bra, panties, and stockings were torn away. As he pulled the tiny silk panties away from her hips, Kyle remarked, "Well, look at that!"