Swimsuit Detectives (Cheesecake&UrbanFox)

[Cheesecake]

In scary movies, the worst thing the main characters could do was split up. Splitting up meant you ran the risk of being caught and captured a little easier. You didn't have any one to watch your back, and when you did shout or scream, they were usually too far away to reach you before you disappeared in to the darkness. Unfortunately, Michelle and Marianne had did just that. They'd stumbled across a ship that wasn't supposed to be there... the sailors were loading the hull up with mysterious cargo. Sealed boxes with no indication as to what was inside. But both Michelle and Marianne knew what they were. Smugglers. Probably shipping rare goods half-way across the world. Things they weren't supposed to ship.

"We've got to take a closer look." Whispered Marianne, the hint of her French-Canadian accent still coming through her hushed voice. Both women were in their early twenties, and their wonderfully shaped bodies were perfect for the red one-piece swimsuits they both wore. The tight spandex clung to their E-cup breasts, while their hips widened in just the right places to give a nice, feminine figure. It was dark, yet there was a warm wind in the air which kept their exposed bodies heated. Marianne and Michelle had grown used to wearing the swimsuits in all sorts of weather, and even a bit of rain or cold wind wasn't a bother to them. "We'll try and sneak on the ship without them knowing."

Sneaking on the ship was easy for the pair, but then came the fatal decision to split up and search around for clues as to what they were doing. Michelle took the lower parts of the ship, while Marianne searched around above. Paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork, but Marianne couldn't make much sense about it. Unfortunately, she was too caught up in her discovery to hear the footsteps tiptoeing behind her.

 

[UrbanFox]

Likewise in scary movies. You never heard the attack until it was too late. Six months of inactive duty after a dishonourable discharge could not dent skills mastered by six years of active service in the British elite military strike force. Stepping on the inside of his boots along the metal floor made minimal noise and Hawk was closing in on his prey. His left hand outstretched, ready to grab and his right armed with a cloth laced in watered down coliform. Enough to numb her entire body, but not enough to send her to sleep for a few hours. With one swift motion he grabbed her by the chest, cupping a good feel as he did so, And smeared the coliform over her mouth and nose. Grimacing. His soft features returning to their natural relaxed state as he picked up
Marianne, slinging her over his powerful solder and carried her below deck. Out of all of the crew. Hawk was probably the only one who could lure a woman using nothing but his looks and his charm. Or satisfy his needs when on shore leave without spoiling the cargo. A fact he was proud of.

He restrained Marianne face down to a steel table built into the floor of the ship acting as a makeshift saw horse. Tying a piece of cloth tightly around her mouth to silence her inevtable screams, but still allow her to moan and beg. Just the way Jake liked his women before her broke them.

"Still saving one for the Americian?" Nickoli Muttered. His accented voice as cold as the air as he finished restraining the other slave. Tieing her wrists to an overhead bar and her feet to makeshift bolts in the ground so she was held spread eagle whist standing. Her face held with a ball gag harness that was softly vibrating in her unconsciousness mouth With no down more surprise toys inside of her, kept in place by her tight one piece swimsuit. Ready to be activated by the switch in Nickoli's hand. Everyone else would think Nickoli was a Sexual predator or a sick pervert. But inside of this ship he was regarded as an artist. Hawk couldn't help but smile as he imagined the look on Michelle faces as she woke up to find a vibrating ball in her mouth, warming her up for Nickoli and Hawk.

"He gets grouchy if he doesn't get to spank one of the new comers. You know how he is." Hawk replied. lightly spanking Marianne across her rear. hard enough to leave a little mark. But no where near as swift or a strong as Jake would do. "Do you think the Capitan will put their tighter holes off limits again?" Hawk asked, cupping and groping Marianne's ass like she was a piece of meat as he did so.
"Not sure Hawk, I'm sure the captain's witch will tell us." Nickoli responded. he was still superstitious about having a Woman as a crew member on the frigate and he openly wore his resentment.

"Well, their gonna wake up soon. we might as well get started." Hawk said, turning to Michelle and Nickoli did. their imposing and toned bodies towering over her and their hands began to violently rub and tug her chest and hips.