Old Man Pete as he was known to the neighbourhood was harmless enough. Very traditional, maintained his house well, wife passed away a few years ago. Everyone always found him polite as he went about his day, doing the same routine of getting coffee, reading the paper at the cafe he used to frequent with his wife near the college, playing chess, walking in the park. He was a nice man, until you committed a crime in front of him. To Pete, the most heinous crime that he saw far too much of each day was how revealing, borderline indecent, the girls wandering around town were. With their despicable outfits that showed far more skin than a respectable woman ever should, it was a crime that could not be tolerated.
And since society deemed it reasonable, he had to take matters into his own hands to punish these girls for their crimes. He fell into a rhythm very quickly, just like his daily routine. The offending girl would be tracked and chloroformed, as a wrestler in high school and remaining fit playing various sports for the rest of his life, Pete was still in very good shape for someone pushing his late sixties. Most of the girls were much smaller and caught completely off guard, never even getting a glimpse of him as they were grabbed from behind, the cloth clamped down over their face and the drugs did their work.
Next, the unconscious coed would be carried to his van, leftover from his time as a contractor, and pushed dumped in the back where his toolbox of rope and duct tape waited. The bindings were simple, wrists, elbows, a chest harness, ankles, knees, thighs. For the journey back to his house, he would run a small length between the wrist and ankle bonds to hogtie the coed. Duct tape would be applied next, a handkerchief into the mouth and multiple wraps of duct tape to ensure the gag stayed put. More wraps around their eyes ensured that they would not be able to see anything for the duration of their captivity. Then it would be off to his home, where the girl would be strung up in his basement that had been remodeled for the storage of captives and punishment. Each girl was held between two to four days, depending on the severity of their transgression, and they would receive individual punishment before he would leave them somewhere along the route where he picked them up, still blinded and gagged but their bonds much easier to escape from.
Within a day they would return to their normal lives, and to his satisfaction, dressed much more modestly with the threat hanging over them that if they were caught again, their punishment would be much longer. The kidnappings and releases had baffled police, who themselves would never suspect Old Man Pete the nice man, but hadn’t seemed to deter girls from continuing their scandalous ways.
And that led to unfortunate situations such as the current one, as he clamped his trusty chloroform pad down over the mouth of 19 year old Cynthia Lee. The small Chinese girl didn’t stand much of a chance as she was overpowered and soon lay in the back of his van as he looked down at her, a pang of regret in his heart. She was such a sweet girl, a volunteer for years at the senior home where many of his friends currently lived, he’d watched her go around during her teens, brightening up peoples days, talking, playing games. And yet once graduating high school, she’d been led astray. Setting aside her schoolbag, her outfit only consisted of a black cropped tshirt, a short black miniskirt and chunky black combat boots. She was barely covered up at all. He thought with rage, although there was one Stacy Wilson currently being imprisoned for a week having made the poor decision of going about her day in a bikini top and denim shorts.
Cynthia may be a sweet girl, but she had committed the crime of indecent clothing and for that she must be punished. So he got to work, her elbows surprisingly coming together easily as he tied her up. Her chunky boots he recognized as Doc Martens, coming back into fashion he supposed from a different era when he himself was younger. But combat boots were for soldiers, not respectable young women. Still, he would not harm any of his victims permanently, nor steal their clothes as they already were wearing so little. Tightening her hogtie so that the chunky soles of her boots were pinned against her butt, he stood and climbed into the front seat to begin the drive back to his place.
Traffic was light during the day and he quickly arrived back at his house. Pulling into the garage and closing the door, he opened up the side door of his van and lifted Cynthia out. She was awake, but blinded, bound, and gagged. She was frozen in terror as she was lifted off of the scratch carpet and carried down a flight of stairs. At the bottom, she became aware of many other moaning voices and to her horror, realized that she was just another victim of the serial kidnapper in their area. She’d heard stories about girls who dressed lightly being kidnapped, punished, and threatened into dressing more modestly. Now she was going to find out just what exactly happened to those girls.
Pete carried her into the storage area of his basement, where thick wooden beams had been set up with multiple anchor points to suspend criminals from. Currently there were three other coeds hanging from the beams, but he’d check on them after getting Cynthia all set up. “This is your punishment.” He growled in a much lower, harsher voice than his normal tone. “For the crime of dressing like a slut, all you young girls these days don’t understand respect, or how to dress like a proper woman. With your silly crop tops and short skirts, this is what you get for being led astray by society.”
Cynthia sobbed behind her gag. She didn’t deserve any of this, but there was nothing she could do against the strict bondage as her legs were undone from their hogtie and a length of rope was run from her chest harness and through anchor points in the beam before she was hoisted in the air. Writhing in the air, Cynthia could do nothing but spin around in her bonds as the suspension ropes were tied off, leaving her unable to do anything but moan and squirm in her bondage. “I’ll be back for your punishment later.” Pete growled before marching off to inspect the others.
The first of the three prisoners was the aforementioned Stacy Wilson, her Birkenstocks placed off to one side having fallen off her feet long ago and currently on day four of her seven day imprisonment. In addition to the lengthened captivity sentence, she was punished twice a day, leaving her denim clad butt red and sore as she hung in her bonds. She had been very resistant at first, a fiery one for sure but the punishment had taken its toll and now she simply hung, inspecting her bonds, Pete nodded to himself and moved on to the next girl.
Monica Balboni was next. The tall brunette was the oldest of the current captives, in her late twenties and worked as an administrative assistant at the university. However she also would spend time out and about late at night and had drunkenly wandered past Pete’s house early Sunday morning as he was watering his lawn. Dressed in high heeled boots, short leather skirt, and a white tube top, Pete could barely look at her but knew she must be punished for it. A quick chloroform later and Monica next woke up suspended in the basement, her booted feet scrambling for some purchase in the air and no idea what had happened to her. Pete decided that he would buy some kind of sweater for her before she was dropped off tomorrow, no woman should ever show that much of her torso and shoulders.
The final criminal was Leslie Khuong, a Vietnamese college senior with blonde and pink streaked hair. Disgusting if you asked Pete, girls dying their hair bright colours as a sign of rebellion. Absolutely unacceptable. Her other offences consisted of platform strappy sandals, tattered denim shorts where the pockets extended longer than the actual shorts, and a tank top with a low v neck that fully exposed her back. It was the first time where when grabbing a girl he had only touched her skin, as pressing her up against his chest had only contacted her sweaty skin from the long walk she had been on. Her release would be later today, but it would be much later this afternoon since he now had a new criminal that required punishment first. Criminals could wait.
Looking at the four suspended girls, he turned and walked into the soundproofed punishment room to begin preparations for Cynthia’s first of many punishments. Only someone like him could fix society in this town, and it started with punishing these blasphemous criminal girls. Oh he was very much looking forward to taking Cynthia across his lap for her punishment.