## Laura Mischief: American Adventures

Post by noyoyo » Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:37 pm

I discovered “Laura Mischief” on http://arsenedaubrecq.deviantart.com/ and I really liked the character. His illustrations are great, so I figured I’d add some stories to go with them. Everything is based on the character that arsendaubrecq created. I’m sorry there is so much setup done in Chapter One, but I would urge you to read the whole thing. What makes Laura a dominant dream is her personality, and you can’t get that just from the parts where she’s tying up her victims. I assure you, future stories will not require so much setup.
Laura Mischief: American Adventures
Chapter One
The cab came to a screeching halt in front of the Departure gate at the Paris-Le Bourget. The airport was bustling as usual, mostly in this area with obnoxious and disoriented American tourists making their way home. The driver leaped out of the car and hurried to the backseat passenger door to open it for the female traveler.
One elegant leg attached to a $2,000 designer shoe kicked out the door, followed by the other. A beautiful French woman emerged from the cab. The woman was tall, close to six feet, and her body looked athletic without being toned. She was wearing a low cut lavender dress that prominently displayed her large breasts, one of her own favorite features. Her hair was jet-black in a short pixie cut with side-swept bangs. Her short hair made her look like she was in her mid-twenties instead of her late-thirties. She wore a lot of makeup but it was applied carefully, not caked on, and it softened the very clever gleam in her sharp eyes. Her perfume was flowery and faint, but it was very distinct. In fact everything about the woman was distinct, from her confident movements to her expensive appearance.
Laura took some money from her handbag as the cabdriver retrieved her bag from the trunk. She paid him, smiled coyly, and bent down slowly and deliberately to pick up her bag from the curb. The driver gazed longingly at her ample cleavage as she did so, barely remembering to take the money from her outstretched hand.
“Have a nice flight, madam,” he managed to say as he fumbled his way back to the driver’s seat. “Buon voyage!”
Laura smiled and waved to him as she entered the airport and watched as the cabbie pulled away…
… with only five euros. Laura knew it was petty and even unnecessarily dangerous to cheat on 60 euros of cab fare, but she couldn’t help herself. A tiger can’t change its stripes and a thief can’t stop stealing. She had travelled all over Europe for the last two years, pillaging the entire continent. Burglary had been her bread and butter for years but she had recently discovered untold profits from kidnapping, ransom, and extortion. She had even made a bundle selling some of her hostages on the black market, mostly to a handful of dealers in the Middle East. Her victims were typically women, usually they were young, and they were always rich. Because Laura had three passions: enjoying the finest things in life, taking what wasn’t hers, and the look in the eyes of someone totally helpless and at her mercy. And Laura was a happy woman whose work allowed her to enjoy all three.
She never stayed long in any one country. Not only did she enjoy travelling but she had managed to keep a remarkably low profile for a thief as active as she was. After two years in Europe she had decided it was time to return to the United States. She had been there twice before, both times on “business”, and both trips had been extremely profitable. But this time she had decided to go to the USA with adequate funds to set up for a long stay, perhaps a year. She had perfected her English, with only the hint of a French accent. She had been planning this trip for months and now she was headed to New York.
Laura checked in and headed straight for airport security. She only had a small suitcase with her. She liked to travel light. The only thing suspicious in the bag was a bottle of perfume, but she had put it in a wooden box and wrapped it in a sweatshirt in order to get it past airport security without checking her bag. After a tedious wait, she headed to a small bar she knew near her gate. When she got there she sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of champagne.
While she was waiting a young woman, probably in her late twenties, sat down a few seats away from her and ordered a glass of champagne in poor French with a distinctly American accent. The woman was dressed only in jeans and a light green tank top, a white hoodie sweatshirt tied around her waist. Laura gave her a quick glance. She was cute, with her long curly blonde hair and freckled face. But what stood out to Laura, despite the young traveler’s otherwise common appearance, was a $1,400 Gucci handbag. Laura smelled money, and Laura had a very discerning nose for that particular scent. The young woman was now reading a book, and she had been using her plane ticket as a bookmark. When the woman placed it on the bar, Laura caught a peak. Flight 9981 to New York City, the same flight as Laura. She hadn’t planned on working until she landed in New York, but when opportunity knocks…
“Pardon me,” Laura asked, deliberately emphasizing a thick French accent, “is that the latest Sue Grafton?” She pointed to the woman’s book.
Caught a little off guard, the woman quickly smiled, “Oh no, this is a biography on Gwyneth Paltrow. She spoke very loud, as Americans often do to people they suspect can’t speak English.
“Ah, I love her,” Laura said. She didn’t know the first thing about Gwyneth Paltrow other than that she was an actress. Or was she a singer. Who cared. “I saw her once in Paris. She has the most amazing fashion!”
As Laura had hoped, the girl’s mouth dropped in surprise. “Oh wow! In Paris? What was she doing there?”
“Vacation,” Laura lied smoothly. Laura was an expert liar. She had never seen this Paltrow woman but she clearly had the young woman’s attention. “She was wearing the most exquisite little hat. I have never seen another like it. I hope I may find it while I am visiting my cousin in New York.”
“Oh, are you on this flight here?” the woman asked, pointing to the gate. “I live in the city. My name is Nancy.”
“Marquerite,” Laura lied again, extending her hand to Nancy. The two of them talked shopping until it was time to board their flight. Both of them were in first class, once again confirming Laura’s instincts about the woman’s wealth. Once on the plane, Nancy persuaded a man to switch seats with Laura so that they could sit together.
“How come you are travelling alone?” Laura asked once the plane was in the air.
“I’m only going home alone,” Nancy answered. “My husband and I came over together. He’s here on business, but I told him ‘no friggin way are you going to Paris without me!’” Laura pretended to laugh at the story, but her mind was racing. “He’s coming home the day after tomorrow so I thought I’d come home a little early. This way I can rest a day and get used to the time difference.”
Laura had enough information to confirm her decision, but she spent the next eight hours milking extra details out of the woman. She was always very careful not to give any suspicions, although this girl was clearly a bubblehead. Laura hadn’t gotten as far as she had by being careless. Nancy was happy enough to talk. And talk she did, nearly the whole flight. It was nauseating to listen to her go on and on, still speaking unnecessarily loud even though Laura had assured her she understood English. Most of the conversation was about fashion, which at least was a topic Laura found bearable.
As soon as the plane touched down in New York everyone, Laura and Nancy included, reached for their cell phones. Laura pretended to check her messages and then cursed quietly in French. “What?” asked Nancy.
“My foolish cousin thought I was landing tomorrow,” Laura explained. “Now he has to come all the way from Philadelphia to get me. I will be stuck at this airport for hours!” she moaned, putting on a distressed face that she had mastered.
“Oh no! Can I give you a ride, to a hotel maybe?” Nancy offered, genuinely concerned for her travel companion. She had told Laura earlier that she and her husband had driven to the airport and left their car in long term parking.
“Oh no, I could not,” Laura hastily refused. “And I do not want to stay in a hotel for only a few hours, such a waste! I would rather spend it on Madison Avenue,” she joked. Nancy hesitated, and Laura knew she was close. “I guess I will find a bar here at the airport…” she said, letting her voice trail off wistfully.
“Would you like to come home with me? Until your cousin gets here,” Nancy added quickly, concerned she was being too forward with “Marquerite”. Laura looked at Nancy with relief but then feigned regret.
“That is so kind, but I could not impose on you. I will wait here.” Laura said with pretend determination.
“Oh Marquerite, please! You can’t stay at this horrible airport all day, after a long flight! And this is New York, not Paris. There are all kinds of criminals and sickos around. Really, Marquerite, we’ll open a bottle of wine and I’ll order some food. Have you ever tried New York pizza?”
Pizza? What is she, nuts? “You are so kind, Nancy. Ok, I will go with you. Let me just tell my cousin.” Laura then sent a text message to the limo driver she had arranged for, telling him she had missed her flight but would be arriving the next day, and of course she would pay double for the inconvenience…
Laura and Nancy waited almost half an hour for Nancy to collect her baggage. “How can someone like you travel with only one little bag?” Nancy asked incredulously.
“I will get what I need while I am here in America,” Laura answered, her first honest answer to Nancy since they had met. Finally they collected everything and went to long term parking to find the car. Laura was absolutely delighted to find their car was a new Mercedes SLS Coupe, a $200,000 vehicle. After cramming Nancy’s bags into the backseat, they took off. It took almost an hour to reach Nancy’s home, which was a high-rise apartment in Manhattan. A bellman carried Nancy’s bags up to their apartment, but Laura insisted on keeping her bag.
Laura was again delighted once the bellman left them alone in the apartment. It was magnificent, two stories and elegantly modern. Nancy caught Laura admiring the huge foyer. “This is our home. Let’s get set up in the kitchen, I’ll open some wine.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to use the tolliet…?” Laura said, her voice inquiring as to the location.
“Of course. The powder room is the third door on your left down this hall,” Nancy pointed.
“Merci,” Laura said and headed toward the bathroom, bag still in hand. Once she reached the powder room she opened up her bag and found the wooden box wrapped in the sweatshirt. She opened it and took out the perfume bottle, the contents of which were really a little more mischievous. She poured some onto a small decorative towel near the mirror. As she did, she admired herself in the reflection. She folded the towel and stuffed it in her dress, careful not to show a bulge. She got that warm, exciting feeling she always got right before she did this and, flushing the toilet, she went to find Nancy in the kitchen.
Nancy was reaching for two wine glasses when Laura entered the kitchen. “Marquerite, would you mind getting the wine opener out of that drawer?” Laura smiled and walked over to the drawer. The wine opener was right on top. Laura pushed her hand into the drawer as if she was looking for it and moved the opener to the back.
“I do not see it,” Laura said with that phony air of distress that she performed so well.
“Oh… hmm… well that’s where we keep it,” Nancy said, confused. “Here, let me look.” Laura took a step back to let Nancy get into the drawer in front of her.
Nancy was a few inches shorter than Laura, and considerably smaller in build. As soon as she stepped in front of Laura, with her back to her, Nancy had no chance. Laura took the towel from out of her dress with her right hand and, in one swift action, she brought the towel down hard against Nancy’s nose and mouth. Almost simultaneously with her left hand, Laura hooked Nancy’s left elbow and grabbed her right arm, pinning both of Nancy’s arms behind her. It only took a fraction of a second, but Laura knew instinctively her hold on Nancy was strong and didn’t try to adjust it.
Nancy let out a muffled shout of confusion into the towel over her mouth, followed by a hysterical scream of fear as the chloroform began to work its magic. She tried to pull her arms away but Laura held her firmly. She tried to lean forward but Laura used the hand with the chloroform to pull Nancy’s head back, pinning her between the chloroform soaked towel and Laura’s body.
“Now just relax, my dear,” Laura soothed the terrified woman she held in her arms. Nancy was breathing heavily and each time sucking in more of the intoxicating fumes. She shook her head hard side to side but that did nothing. Laura could feel Nancy going limp in her arms. She looked down and saw Nancy’s eyes beginning to flutter. “Sweet dreams, mon cheri,” Laura whispered in her ear just before Nancy lost total consciousness.
Laura held her with the chloroform over her nose and mouth for another half minute or so, to make sure Nancy was good and drugged up. Once she was satisfied, she lowered her victim to the floor. She grabbed both of Nancy’s ankles and dragged her out of the kitchen and down the hallway. Laura had planned to take her to the bedroom at the end of the hall, presumably the master bedroom. As she dragged Nancy’s limp body down the hall, however, she spotted that another bedroom had no windows. Laura liked to be thorough, and this room was probably the quietest in the apartment. She lifted Nancy easily off the ground and plopped her on the bed.
Laura dashed back to the powder room to grab her bag. On the way out she grabbed another small towel. Although the chloroform would keep Nancy out for at least a couple of hours, Laura didn’t believe in dawdling while on a job. She only had a single roll of duct tape in her bag, but it was brand knew. She quickly bound her victim’s wrists tightly behind her back, wrapping the tape around 15 or 20 times. Laura was more confident in a coil of strong rope than she was in a whole roll of duct tape, but this opportunity had been a surprise and so she had to improvise. She sat Nancy upright just long enough to wrap the tape around her arms, pinning them to her torso. She repeated the process with her knees and then her ankles.
Rolling her onto her back, Laura debated whether or not to gag her victim. She preferred to gag her victims while they were conscious. Originally she had had concerns that the girls, in their initial panic upon awaking bound and gagged, would choke on whatever Laura stuffed into their mouths to keep them quiet. These days she had less concern for her victims, she just loved the guilty pleasure of silencing a helpless victim as they made futile efforts to resist her. She decided to peel off a few strips of duct tape and plaster them over the woman’s mouth. This would stifle any screams long enough for Laura to get back to the room and gag her properly.
Laura stood up and looked over her handiwork. She grinned with satisfaction and rewarded herself by leaning over her new prisoner and giving Nancy’s breasts a good groping. She was happy to find they were real. A lot of these rich women needed the plastic to keep up with women like Laura herself. She had become an expert on breasts over the years. A quick fondle and she could tell if there had been any work done.
Laura forced herself to stop. “Business before pleasure,” she said to herself in French. She turned the lights off and closed the door, leaving Nancy bound, gagged, and sleeping. First she went to the foyer and grabbed Nancy’s bags. She headed down the hall to what she had correctly assumed was the master bedroom. She emptied all of the bags onto the floor. Many people take some of their nicest things, including jewelry, with them on vacation. Nancy was obviously one of those people. Laura picked the largest suitcase and began filling it with things she liked. She opened every drawer, went through every closet, and checked in every shoe box. Nancy’s taste in clothes and shoes was very respectable, and Laura had to leave some items behind because there simply wasn’t enough room in the suitcase. She packed every piece of jewelry she found, quietly estimating to herself that it had to be worth at least a quarter of a million dollars. Suddenly the doorbell echoed loudly through the apartment.
Laura froze, but just for a moment. She looked at a clock in the room, it was a little after six o’clock at night. This surprised her even more than the bell… the women had arrived at the apartment around 4pm. Carefully, and quietly, she began making her way down the hall to the foyer. The bell came again. Laura delicately approached the door and peaked through the peep hole…
A pizza boy. Laura released a sigh of relief. Nancy must have called while Laura was in the bathroom. Laura now confidently opened the door and greeted the pizza boy. “Good evening,” Laura said, smiling.
“Hello, that’s $17.50,” the boy said, handing off the piping hot pizza box.
“Yes of course, thank you. One moment,” Laura said, firmly closing the door behind her as she went back into the apartment. She looked around the kitchen and found Nancy’s handbag. She began fumbling through it on her way to the door and found a wallet. Inside she found 1,200 euros but only a single $100 dollar bill. Just then she thought she heard the faintest moan from down the hall. In a second Laura processed that the loud doorbell may have awakened her sleeping victim. She dropped the handbag and the wallet and opened the door. “The pizza smells so delicious, you earned yourself a big tip!” Laura said, all but throwing the $100 at the dumbstruck pizza boy. “Thank you! Good night!” Laura slammed the door shut before the boy could spit out a ‘thank you.’ Laura had cheated a cabbie and the limo driver already today, and would have only given the boy a modest tip herself, but she knew when to make exceptions.
Racing down the hall to the bedroom with her victim, Laura definitely heard the next moan. She began sprinting as fast as a woman can do in heels at the next muffled shout, each one louder than the last. Laura burst into the room and flicked on the lights. Nancy had sat herself upright at the edge of the bed, the tape was only hanging off her left cheek at that moment. She gave a stunned look up at Laura, who hadn’t stopped moving toward her.
“You!” Nancy managed to yell, but that was all. Laura leaped on top of her, slapping her hand down on the enraged woman’s mouth. As they fell back onto the bed, Laura reached to the other side of the bed where the duct tape and bath towel still were. Grabbing the towel she freed Nancy’s mouth just long enough to cram the towel hard into her mouth. The woman screamed but it was completely absorbed by the towel. Laura now pinned the woman beneath her. Laura’s right hand once again clamped firmly over her prisoner’s mouth with the thumb under Nancy’s chin, keeping the towel in place. She trapped Nancy’s bound body tightly between her thighs.
Panting hard, Laura looked down at the screaming woman. Barely a sound was coming out of her. Still breathing heavily, she began grinning an evil grin. “Well,” Laura said, still trying to catch her breath, “that was close, huh?” Nancy, also breathing heavy now from her struggling, glared up at Laura. “Actually, it really wasn’t. You never had a chance.” Her voice was full of smug content. She had dropped her pronounced French accent. “Don’t feel too bad about it, sweetie, you were doomed the moment I decided to rob you back in Paris.” The look of helpless fury in Nancy’s eyes made Laura grin even wider. She was a thief because it was a good living, but this was what made her job fun. More than fun, being completely in control and taunting her helpless victim made Laura feel better than any physical pleasure she had ever had.
“Now, I’m going to tape this towel into your mouth and then I’m going to finish taking all of those pretty rings and necklaces you have…” Laura taunted as Nancy began struggling again beneath her. Laura responded to this with a huge smile, leaning over her victim so they were face to face, and put her free hand on Nancy’s chest. “I have to shut you up, my dear. And I am going to. You can’t stop me. But if you fight me I’m going to make this really hard on you,” Laura warned as she groped Nancy, who was starting to sob. Laura paused for a moment to think about how so much distress for one woman could be so blissful to another. Once she was convinced that Nancy had accepted her fate, Laura rolled the woman over on her stomach. Reaching for the duct tape she proceeded to wrap it a dozen times around Nancy’s head, completely covering her face from the nose down. Laura then decided to secure Nancy more certainly. She took one of the casings off a pillow and tore it into long strands. She then used the torn casing to hogtie Nancy at the very edge of the bed. She stood up, towering over the helpless and now sobbing Nancy, and admired her work. Who was better than her? She knelt down so that she was once again face to face with Nancy, “Now don’t you struggle too hard, my dear. We wouldn’t want you to fall off the bed. I have to finish robbing your house, but I’ll be back soon. OK?” The only response was another sob from Nancy. “OK.”
Laura went through the whole apartment, top to bottom, and took anything she liked that she could fit in the suitcase. It was more like shopping for her trip to the USA, except she was doing it in someone’s home. She took lingerie, dresses, shoes, jewels, some cash she found hidden in a music box, and a beautiful antique clock which had somehow found a place in the modern-style library on the apartment’s second floor. It only took her an hour to finish going through the house. Normally she would have taken anything she liked, but she was limited to one suitcase on this particular job. And it would be more than adequate for now.
Laura put the suitcase of stolen goods and her own bag in the foyer by the front door. She went into the kitchen and helped herself to a glass of wine. She saw the box of pizza and, feeling hungry, decided to see what all the fuss was about New York pizza. She put two slices on a plate, microwaved them for a bit of heat, and then took her wine and pizza back to the guestroom.
Laura found her bound and gagged victim still on the bed, but it was obvious she had been struggling to get free. Laura put the plate down on the bed as she looked over Nancy’s bonds, but they were still quite secure. Satisfied, she sat down next to her prisoner and placed the plate of pizza on the bed right under Nancy’s nose. “You must be starving,” Laura taunted, taking a slice off the plate. “You Americans, how do you do it? You fold the pizza, yes? Like this?” She watched Nancy’s eyes as she followed the pizza from the plate to Laura’s mouth. Laura chewed slowly, not savoring the taste as much as the frustrated and distressed look on Nancy’s face. “You know, that is not bad at all. Would you mind if I ate your slice too?” This prompted a great deal of angry growling from under the thick gag, which Laura completely ignored. “Thank you. I have enjoyed my stay in America very much so far. I am sorry you aren’t enjoying yourself more. But now, my dear, you should not be inviting strange people you just met into your home. And from the airport! Dear me. You should know better.” Laura continued to eat and sip her wine, pausing occasionally to taunt Nancy. “Now look on the bright side, you said you wanted to come home early to rest and adjust to the time difference. I promise you by the time your husband gets home you’ll be as good as new!”
Laura finished her food and took her glass and plate to the kitchen to wash off her finger prints. She then went to the foyer and dialed the front desk. “Hello, is this the same concierge I met this afternoon? Oh, the whole shift changed an hour ago?” Perfect, Laura thought. A whole second shift of workers would not recognize her from earlier and likely wouldn’t pay her much memory. “Would you mind sending a bellman up here at once? Thank you. Oh, and bring the Mercedes around to the front,” Laura said, and hung up. A high class building like this knew exactly which apartment the call came from, so Laura didn’t feel the need to make up a story.
She went down the hall once more to the guest room. This time Nancy was struggling fiercely to get loose on the bed. She hadn’t heard Laura coming and kept fighting her bonds. Laura leaned against the door frame and watched her futile efforts with an amused eye. After a minute, Nancy became aware that she was being watched and stopped her escape attempt. “Please, my dear, don’t stop on my account. You were doing so well. Did you get anything loose?” Laura felt all her bonds but they were still very tight. “No. Well keep trying.” She knelt down next to the bed so that her face was level with Nancy’s. Laura was trying and failing to contain her smug cheer at having so thoroughly burglarized this woman. “I just called down for a bellman, my dear, so I’ll be leaving now. But I wanted to thank you for your hospitality…” Laura leaned forward and gave Nancy’s tape-covered lips a long kiss. “… and for letting me borrow your car.” This prompted more moans and groans which Laura just knelt there and enjoyed for a minute. Then the bell rang through the apartment again. “Ah, that is for me. Au revoir!” Laura went to the door and turned around. This was one of her favorite parts, the one where she dashed all of her victim’s hope of escape. Slowly, and deliberately, she flicked off the lights. Laura kept her eyes on Nancy as she closed the door on the hysterically screaming, and effectively muffled, burglary victim.
Laura walked briskly to the foyer and opened the door. She directed the bellman to her luggage. Even with her ear tuned to the screams of distress, Laura couldn’t hear a thing. Smiling, she closed and locked the apartment door behind her. She followed the bellman down to the lobby and out to the waiting Mercedes. Laura thanked the bellman but offered no tip as she slid into the driver’s seat. No sooner than the disappointed bellman closed her door than she sped off, putting as much distance between herself and the apartment building as possible.
Laura couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought of Nancy, bound and gagged for the next couple of days, alone in a burglarized apartment. Laura’s American adventure was off to a most lucrative start!
To be continued…

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### Re: Laura Mischief: American Adventures

Post by nadal1234555 » Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:41 pm

You have done a excellent job makes my laura mischief stories humble in deed! look up cassandra clack by blacksheepboy413 shes just as great a character promise!

### Re: Laura Mischief: American Adventures

Post by noyoyo » Fri Sep 20, 2013 9:50 am

You're right, cassandra is a very stimulating character as well. Maybe the two of them will meet up during Laura's stay in the US... thanks for the feedback.

### Re: Laura Mischief: American Adventures

Post by xtc » Fri Sep 20, 2013 10:45 am

Have you considered approaching http://arsenedaubrecq.deviantart.com/ with a view to collaboration?
I've found various artists on DA to be more than prepared to cooperate. If you're interested, here's a link to my gallery: http://xtcgm.deviantart.com/.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Laura Mischief: American Adventures

Post by noyoyo » Fri Sep 20, 2013 11:01 am

I was hoping to have it up before anyone asked, but Arsene told me he would make a drawing to go with Chapter One. In his defense, I posted the story before I asked him to draw one.

### Re: Laura Mischief: American Adventures

Post by xtc » Fri Sep 20, 2013 11:27 am

That's the problem with collaborations: coordination.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729