A Lot Less Bovver Than a Hover

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Caution: This BDSM Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Drunk/Drugged, Fiction, FemaleDom, Light Bond, Voyeurism, .

Desc: BDSM Story: Two girls have their sunbathing interrupted by a hi-tech peeping tom and take their revenge.

It was hot. Hot and sunny, as it had been all week. Kirstie had been enjoying the sunshine sprawled out on her front on a garden couch, her bikini top unfastened.

Jules, her friend who was sitting on a chair beside her, was catching up on her studies. End of term exams were approaching and she didn't want to finish her first year at university with a bad set of results. She was sitting in the sun in shorts and a tee shirt but open beside her was a copy of Corke's "Robotics, Vision and Control".

She was puzzling over a particularly difficult passage when she became vaguely aware of a buzzing noise.

"What the hell is that?" Kirstie rolled over and found herself staring up at what looked like a small model helicopter hovering over the garden.

Jules, put down her book and peered up at it.

"I'd put your top back on if I were you. That's a remote controlled drone and the thing beneath it is a camera."

"What?" Kirstie horrified, dropped to her knees, scrabbling for her bikini top. "Can someone do that? I mean, is that even legal?"


In his room only a few houses away Jimmy Warner was looking at the screen of his PC enjoying the view. The live feed from the drone was terrific. HD, full colour; - fantastic he thought. It was lucky he'd spotted these two girls, they were ideal to test out the drone. The blonde one, sun bathing on her couch and the dark one in a pair of very short shorts and a tight tee shirt both looked very cute.

And now the blond one was on her feet, waving and flashing her tits at him. Very nice! Very bouncy!

Although, Jimmy thought, as he pressed the zoom button on the console, she doesn't look very friendly.

He pressed the return button to bring the drone back.


"I'm really angry about that drone thing," Kirstie said. "It's going to be some snotty adolescent getting his rocks off. Just a hi-tech peeping tom. And there it is again."

The two girls were sitting in the garden again on another sunny morning. The buzz of the drone's rotors could be heard a couple of gardens away.

"Well, I'm not going to be driven indoors. If it comes over here again I'm going to do something about it."

"Huhh?"

"We've been working with drones at college. You know I took that option on software security? You've no idea how easy it is to disrupt most of these things and this," she brandished a small box, "will do the job. Let's see what happens when it drops out of the sky. I've got a feeling that its owner will want it back and then I have an idea about dealing with them."

"If you think we can discourage that thing then I'm all for it. I'm going to enjoy the sun and if that drone comes back you can give your little box a go." Kirstie pulled off her shirt and dropped her skirt. Her bright yellow bikini seemed to shine in the sun as she sat back on the lawn and sprawled out to soak up the warmth. She dropped her hat over face and lay back to doze.

It wasn't much later that the two girls heard the whirr of the drone returning. Peering out from under the brim of her hat, Kirstie saw the thing rise up over the garden fence and slowly move over the garden towards her, perhaps twenty feet up.

She stayed put. The drone came closer. She imagined its controller, leering at his computer screen as the drone passed backwards and forwards over the garden peering down at Kirstie and Jules.

Jules pressed a button on the small box she was holding. The whirr of the drone's motors stopped and it started to sink towards the ground.

For Jimmy, the screen on his controller went blank and nothing he could do would let him regain control. Worried that the device had malfunctioned he went to try and retrieve it, still clutching the device's remote control.

He was very pleased when Jules opened the door to him. She looked even cuter in person, pushing her dark hair back from her face as she stood in the doorway in a pair of denim shorts and a shirt knotted off under her tits to show off a smooth tanned belly.

"Ah, I just wondered if you'd seen my model helicopter?" he said. "White thing, I think it came down in your garden, possibly."

He must think we're complete idiots, Jules thought, but only said, "Come and take a look. Do you want a drink?" as she ushered him in.

Jimmy followed her willingly with a smirk on his face.


It was an hour later.

Jimmy felt consciousness returning slowly. His head felt odd and, although he was sitting up, he couldn't move. The last thing he remembered was accepting a drink from the cute girl he'd been watching on the drone's video feed.

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