Moira chose a new linen business suit she had just purchased for her new office job and Isabel picked her favourite white translucent silk blouse and straight grey skirt that showed her braless, 38-26-39 figure to best effect.She, like Moira, was comfortable going braless – Isabel wore an African-style loincloth under her skirt while Moira's loins were bare – and their breasts, as well as their chains, became the subject of the men's water-cooler talk and quiet, curious glances and envious stares from female staff at the mill, at Edinburgh U and pubs, offices, buildings and homes across town and throughout western Scotland.Five-hundred-thousand pounds sterling, half the agreed amount, had already been deposited in unnumbered Swiss bank accounts in each of their names as down payment with the balance to follow on delivery – Isabel and Moira were to be C. A million quid for three hours' work; not bad, he said to himself.
She greeted him at the door with a warm hug, snuggling close to him so her breasts flattened hard against his muscular chest. Isabel showed Peter her letter from Sheila, the Balmoral Hotel proprietor, and Peter nodded his silent assent. Lord, recently disbarred from the Scottish medical society for professional misconduct, was a highly-skilled general surgeon with a background in clinical psychology. Moira Mac Peak," the surgeon said, with a sinister glint in his ice-cold, blue eyes.
The trip was on and Isabel and Moira were all smiles after Isabel phoned to say they would be coming up at the weekend. Lord had brought along his surgical equipment and anesthesia suite; a wide variety of IV equipment, antibiotics, anti-inflammatories and analgesics had been delivered and unpacked; specially-screened medical staff had been hired and was to arrive at the appointed time, Friday night, Sept. Lord and the Bakers; and, finally, Ned, a Tobermory metalworker, welder and artificer, had been engaged and briefed on the job requirements -- his silence assured with a generous sum of Scottish pounds – all paid for through the special joint bank account set up in the names of Blaker and Ford, at the Scottish national bank, Aberdeen. He disguised his psychotic/sadistic predilections well. Targeted by the Bakers to carry out the special bondages and surgeries required by the white slavers, he was the ideal man for the job -- sworn to silence but driven by avarice, money and power. His palms started to sweat in anticipation and there were only four days to go until they were scheduled to arrive, Friday, Sept.
Meanwhile, at Balmoral Hotel, 150 miles northeast of their west coast country homes, Dr. "Well, I think all is in readiness, or nearly so, on our part, Dr. "What about your operating room and medical arrangements? 6, 1975, about 10 p.m., well after the medical staff had arrived, briefed and gone to bed.
Lord, Sheila and Michael Baker were comparing notes about last details to subdue, bind and "surgically alter" Isabel and Moira in preparation for delivery to the kidnapper-couriers, Catherine and Joanne, as requested by a powerful white-slavery cartel which had contracted their services. He imagined what he was going to do with all that additional loot that would be stashed in his Swiss bank account after these little surgeries were completed – probably in less than three hours – this weekend.
Moira and Isabel refused to acknowledge the glances, open-mouthed stares and whispers that abounded, and they sailed through their first day and second week of work respectively, returning home tired but satisfied about 6 p.m.
to watch the evening news and get supper going before watching a bit of telly before bed.Her husband watched Moira dutifully from his armchair and noted her motions were becoming more fluid, graceful and relaxed as she got used to the sensations of taking 18-in., chain-snubbed strides. Bedside clocks in the Metcalfe and Mac Peak households clattered together at exactly a.m.and Isabel and Moira swung their chained legs out of bed to get ready for work.He loved to sit and watch as his bride moved so effortlessly in bondage.Her braless, 38-C breasts, with 1½-in.-diameter seamless rings inserted with surgical precision through her nipples – courtesy of the ETs – were an ongoing source of fascination and stimulation.It was Sunday, September 1, 1975, and another work week also lay just ahead for Moira Mac Peak, Isabel's best friend, who had agreed to have her ankles chained for one year during the bondage weekend just past.