Mark
Plays with Pussycats
by Charles Spencer
from an original story by KP
“MARK!!
KRISTEN!! I want both of you down here, right now!!”
We both
walked out of our bedrooms and looked at each other, wondering what had got Mum
so upset with us. It was about seven in the evening, and I had been trying to
finish off an assignment that was due in the day after tomorrow - Friday. It
was a warm evening, so I was wearing a striped polo shirt and khaki shorts.
Kristen was
wearing a white vest top, and matching shorts over some tan hose. “Any idea
what’s happened,” she said, but I just shook my head, before saying “We’d
better go down and find out.”
Mum was
standing in the front room, tapping her foot with her arms folded as she looked
at us. She was still wearing her work outfit of a short sleeved blue silk
blouse, knee length straight grey skirt and heels.
“Well,” she
said as she held out a letter, “Do one of you want to explain this?”
Kristen
shuffled her feet, and then said “Is it something to do with the order I placed
on line for a few small things?”
“No - but you
can tell me about that as well,” Mum said quietly, but with real venom. “This
letter is from Mrs Wrightson down the road - did you two do a prank phone call
on her?”
“Ah,” I said
as I looked up, “I cannot tell a lie - it was Kristen.”
“You
little...” Her attempt to slap me up the right side of the head was stopped by
Mum saying “All right - both of you, upstairs, now. If you’re not going to tell
me, you can take the punishment while I go and sort this out with her.”
“Nice going, Mark,” Kristen mumbled through clenched teeth to me as Mum made us
go up to my bedroom, and closed the door behind her. “Your supplies, Mark -
now,” she said, and I knew she meant it, so I went to the cupboard and took out
my stash of ropes and tape.
“Assume the
position,” she said as she picked up two lengths. We had been playing the games
for some considerable time now, but this was probably the first time Mum had
used it to punish us. All I had done was phone her claiming she had won a small
prize on a radio show, after all.
Although, as I knelt in front of the bed and crossed my wrist behind my back, I
did realize that perhaps $500 was a little too much to trick someone over. “All
right, I admit it, I’m sorry,” I said as I felt my wrists being pulled tightly
together, “but you don’t need to punish Kristen for that.”
“I’m not,”
Mum said as she cinched the coils by passing the rope between my arms, and then
started to bind Kristen’s wrists together, “this is for owning up to the fact
it was her who placed that order on Amazon for the supplies.”
“Well, I
thought we might need them?”
“We do - but
you should have used your card, not mine,” Mum said as she tied the rope off
between my sister’s arms, and then bound us both around the chest and arms with
more coils.
“Well, can’t
say fairer than that,” Kristen admitted with a shrug as we both stood up and
sat on the bed, watching as she crossed and bound our ankles together. “So, how
long this time?”
“Until you
free yourselves,” Mum said as she wrapped rope around my legs below my knees,
and then did the same for Kristen. “I’ll leave some scissors where you can use
them - eventually. Now, both of you face down on the bed.”
“Oh come on,
Mum,” I said as I looked at her, “At least leave one of us on the floor.”
“Want me to
add blindfolds?”
We looked at
each other and shook our heads, then lay on our stomachs while Mum placed us
each into a hogtie. Picking up two of my hankies and the roll of tape, she then
wasted no time in gagging us before saying “I’m going to talk to Mrs Wrightson
- have fun.”
We turned our heads and watched as she walked out and closed the door, then
took a few minutes to preserve our strength and devise a plan of attack for the
scissors she had left on the other side of the room.
As it was, it
was Kristen who eventually executed an escape plan, by wriggling over and
starting to push me towards the edge of the bed.
“Hhwhtrudng,”
I mumbled as she started to push me over.
“Ucsdths, ufiskt,” she mumbled in
return as I got closer and closer to the edge of the bed.
“Lllrrt, lttrrtt,” I said as I
turned myself round and slid off the bed, landing on my knees as I heard the
front door opening and closing. I kept my thoughts to myself after that as I
positioned myself with my knees on the rug, and used my bound feet to start to
push my body across the room, the rug providing some protection to my knees as
I slowly made my way across.
I wasn’t sure how long had passed - I know it was enough time for Kristen to
start to sweat a little as she lay watching - but eventually I managed to reach
the scissors, turn round and start to saw away at the rope holding my wrists to
my ankles. I know Mum meant for me to do this, or she would have tied my ankles
so far back my heels would have rested on my cheeks.
The rope soon
parted, and after a few more minutes I managed to free my wrists. Working my
arms round, I peeled the strips of tape away from my mouth and spat the hankie
out, before untying myself and then taking care of Kristen.
“I am so
going to get you for that,” she said as she left the room with me, and then
walked into her own. For my part, I had a far more pressing need to deal with,
as I headed to the bathroom to take care of a pressing internal matter.
Fifteen minutes and considerably less troubled later, I flushed and washed my
hands before leaving the room. Kristen’s door was still closed, and there was
no sound coming from downstairs either, so I made my way down to see if Mum had
come back yet. As I looked in the living room, however, I began to wonder if
Mum had ever actually got out of the front door.
Mum was lying
on her side on the couch, looking at me over the large silk knot that was
forcing her lips apart. That knot had been tied in a large red and gold scarf,
which had been rolled into a band and then pulled into her mouth, the ends
going round her head and trapping her hair.
But judging by the bulge in her cheeks something else had been crammed in
before and a small white edge of cloth showed above the red/gold silk.
That was not
all that was trapped - there were coils of rope around her chest, above and
below her breasts and pulling the silk over them, and her waist. Her arms were
behind her back, and given the rope there as well as around her ankles and legs
I could only assume her wrists were secured there as well.
“MRK!!! GTTUTFHR!!!”
“I didn’t
know Kristen could work that fast,” I said as I stepped in, which was my big
mistake. Mum’s eyes widened and she started to struggle, but before I could get
away I was grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was placed over my mouth.
The strange
thing was, this leather gloved hand smelt of fine perfume, and it was small,
but very strong. For a moment, I could not believe what was happening, but when
a soft voice whispered into my ear “Oh has the big brave man come to rescue his
mummy? I do so love a hero,” I realised that I was being held by a woman.
“Now then,
big boy, kneel down in front of your mother, put your head on the cushion, and
put your hands behind your back,” the voice said as I was frogmarched forwards.
Her grip, whoever she was, was like iron, so I was powerless to do anything
except walk forward and kneel as she said, then move my hands as she had
commanded.
I knelt there, expecting to feel something against my wrists, but instead the
mystery woman wrapped rope around my arms, just below my elbows, and pulled
them tightly together, making me gasp as she secured them before she secured my
wrists with my palms together. I had seen pictures on line of women tied like
this, but it had never been done to me before, and it felt - strange but
slightly exhilarating.
Mind you,
being tied up by a woman other than Mum or Kristen.... Where was Kristen
anyway?
“Your sister
has probably met my friends,” the voice whispered into my ear, and looking at
Mum I saw her nod her head to confirm this was not the only one in the house. I
groaned as I was made to kneel straight up, and I watched the gloved hands
passing a coil of rope round me. I could see now the gloves were short leather
ones, and the mystery woman had a black leather jacket on as well. Not that fashion sense mattered, as she tied
my arms tightly into my side, and then started to massage my chest with her
hands between the two coils of rope. “Hmmm - so strong for one so young. I like
it,” she whispered before I felt her lips on my neck, and then her hands
crossing my ankles.
By all rights
I should have been petrified by this time, but - look, I’m not ashamed to admit
it. I was excited. Whoever this was knew what she was doing, as my ankles and
then my legs were tied tightly together, and then she made me turn and sit on
my bottom so that I could get my first look at her.
She wasn’t
much taller than me, and had short black hair - at least I presumed it was, as
the stocking that was pulled over her head made it difficult to see. She was
indeed wearing a tight leather jacket and black leggings with knee length soft
leather boots.
“You’re
cute,” she said as she looked at me and put her finger on my lips, “I’m going
to enjoy spending the night with you and your family.”
This gave me
the chance to ask the obvious question - “Who are you and what’s going on?”
“Good - you
got him. We can keep all three of them in here for now.”
I looked to
the door to see Kristen looking at me, her vest pulled tightly over her chest
by the ropes that held her arms to her side. She was just as securely bound as
I was, but she also had one of her large black scarves pulled into her mouth -
but the way her cheeks were also bulging, it was keeping something in there.
She was being
frogmarched by two other women, identically dressed in leather and holding her
arms - but both had stocking masks over their heads. I noticed two other things – the high heels
on their boots, and the jewelled brooches they wore on their jackets.
“He’s not
going to cause us any trouble, is he?”
“No, he’s
not,” the black clad woman said as she stroked her finger over my lips. “Are
you sweetie?”
“So long as
you don’t hurt my mum and sister, I’ll do whatever you say,” I said as I looked
at you. “Who are you?”
“You can call
me Miss Panther,” the one who had bound me said, “and my friends are Miss
Leopard and Miss Puma. We’re going to be staying the night, and then you mum is
going to do help us with our work, aren’t you Mummy? Then we will leave you alone; alive and unharmed. Cause us problems and someone will get
seriously hurt, comprende?2
Mum nodded and looked at both of us, saying “Msree” as she did so.
“Now,” Miss Panther said as she made Kristen sit in a chair, and then looked at
me, “You do what we say, all right?”
I nodded and
then said “What do you want Mum for?”
“You don’t
need to know,” Miss Puma said as she left the room. “Do as you’re told, we’ll
feed you and maybe even have a little fun. Fight us, and we hurt you. Clear?”
We all nodded
at that as we watched Miss Puma leave the room, and then return with our
telephone which she had pulled away from the wall. “Right,” she said as she
looked at me, “Names, please.”
“I’m Mark,” I
said as I looked at her, “and this is my sister Kristen and my mum.”
“First time
tied up?”
“No - but
first time by a female robber.”
She nodded
and said “Well, we’ll give you a real treat later. Right now, do you have any
beers?”
“I don’t know
- I don’t drink.”
Miss Panther
looked at Mum, who mumbled “nthfrij” as she looked at
her.
“Very good -
fetch three bottles and see if they have a menu for a Chinese restaurant or
something. You’re going to feed us tonight.”
I looked at
Kristen as she squirmed round in the chair, and had to stop myself for a moment
from wishing I was tied up next to her. Something told me I was going to have a
long night...
I opened the
door to see Johnny, a friend from school, standing there.
“Hey Mark -
didn’t know this was your place. I’ve got your order from the China Delight for
you.”
“Thanks,” I
said as I opened the door a little and took the packages from him. “I didn’t
know you did a delivery round.”
“Just started
- pays some bills.” He held his hand out, and I slipped him a ten.
“See you
tomorrow,” he said as I closed the door, and looked at Miss Puma standing next
to me, with a pistol pointing at me.
“Nice job,
Mark,” she said as I picked up the box, “Let’s go.” I walked in front of her
into the dining room, where Mum and Kristen were already sat in two chairs.
They were held to them by the ropes that went around their waists and chest,
while their ankles and knees were tied tightly to the front legs of the chairs.
“That smells
good,” Miss Leopard said as I put the box on the table, and sat in the chair
she was behind. “Hands on your head Mark - my friends will make sure you all
get enough to eat.”
“Who the hell
are you three anyway?” Kristen said as Miss Panther laid some plates out.
“We’re the
ones in charge - now shut up or I tape your mouth over and you get to watch
while the rest of us eat.”
As I was
bound to the chair, I looked at the trio of home invaders. Miss Puma was dark
skinned, with curly hair that was held down by the stocking over her head,
while Miss Panther looked and sounded as if she was Chinese or Japanese. She
was smaller than the other two, but obviously the leader.
“I’ll do
whatever you say,” Mum said as some food was put on the plate in front of her,
“Just leave my family out of it.”
“No can do,” Miss Leopard said as she tied my left ankle to the chair. “We’re
making sure you do what we say. Right now, let’s just check you are who we hope
you are. You are Regina, manager of
Professional Pawnbrokers in town.
Yes?..........Yes, I asked you a question”
“Yes that’s
me. I’ll do what you want, anything,
just let my children go. You have me so
leave them be. They can’t hurt you and
can’t help you either.”
“Oh but you
are so wrong. They make your considered
obedience absolute. They are our
hostages for your good behaviour.......now however - eat.”
Well, what
else were we going to do - dance around? As Miss Leopard pushed me up to the
table, we shared out the Chinese banquet Miss Puma had ordered on her cell-
using Mum’s credit card - and I tried to absorb what was going on. We had been
held hostage in our own home before, but never by three women - and especially
three women whose leather outfits accented every curve
of their body.
Miss Panther
must have noticed it as well, as she swallowed some chow mein
and said “It’s all right, Mark - you can look, but you can’t touch.”
“Well, maybe
we can touch him later - or make him touch something.”
“Who knows -
he might even enjoy it.”
I must have
blushed, because Kristen said “Great - now everyone knows we like playing tie
up games.” She then realised what she had just said, as she looked at me and
Mum, then at the three intruders.
“Really?
Well, that explains why you didn’t struggle too much. Once we’ve eaten, Miss
Puma, go upstairs and see what you can find.”
I saw Miss Puma nod, and then swallowed what I had in my mouth - I had not
cleaned my room up after the earlier incident, and looking at Mum and Kristen I
could see they both knew it as well.
“Got
something to hide, Mark?”
I shook my
head and concentrated on eating, as Miss Panther said “You’ve embarrassed him,
Miss Leopard - I think he does have something to hide.”
“Just don’t
hurt us,” Kristen said, “Please?”
“Hurt you? My
dear little girl, we’re going to make you very comfortable once you’ve eaten -
you and your mother, and then your brother.”
The rest
of the meal passed in silence, before I watched Miss Puma stand up and leave
the room, while Miss Leopard and Miss Panther looked at the three of us.
“So what
do you think,” Miss Panther eventually said as she sat back.
“He’s
cute,” Miss Leopard said as she stood up and walked behind me, putting her arms
round my neck as she kissed the back of my head, “I’ll look forward to it.”
“What
are you going to do to him,” Mum said quietly.
“Nothing
bad,” our captor said as Miss Puma walked back in. “Well?”
“We’ve
got plenty for what we need to do - untie them and let’s get started.”“Very
well,” Miss Panther said as she stood behind Mum and Miss Puma behind Kristen,
“When we untie you, you stand up with your hands on your heads and come
upstairs.”
“And if
we refuse?”
Miss
Puma looked at Mum as she drew the gun from her jacket pocket. “don’t,” was all
she said as she untied Kristen, and we all complied, standing up and walking up
to Mum’s bedroom with our hands on our heads.
As I
walked in, I saw that all of Mum’s and Kristen’s scarves had been thrown onto
the bed.
“Stop
there,” Miss Panther said as Miss Leopard closed the door. “Your son is about
to begin an important part of his education.”
“What do
you mean,” Kristen said as she looked at me.
“You
two,” Miss Puma said as she looked at Mum and Kristen, “Take your clothes off.”
“What!”
“Start
stripping,” Miss Leopard said as she put her arm round my neck, and I felt a
cold metal ring against my template, “or I shoot.” I looked at Mum and Kristen,
whose faces had paled before Kristen pulled her top over her head, and Mum
started to remove her blouse.
A few
minutes later they were standing in front of me, Mum in a pale blue silky bra
and boypants, while Kristen was wearing just a pair
of white cotton bikini panties. “Lose the bra, Mummy,” Miss Panther said, as
Mum reluctantly slipped the shoulder straps down and drew her arms out, then
unfastened the bra and let it drop to the floor. Reluctantly, I stared at both their bodies,
we had never gone naked during our games; Mum had a good body for mid 40's with
a good bust only just beginning to go to
bulk and sag down, whilst Kristen’s were smaller but much firmer and the
nipples pointed straight out in the chilly air.
“That’s
better,” Miss Panther said, and I could see a big smile under her stocking as
she looked at my mum and sister. “Now, take those panties off and ball them
up.”
“Oh no,”
Kristen said as she looked back at her, “You can’t be serious.”
“Kristen,”
I said as I felt the arm around my neck tighten, “Please...”
“All
right - don’t hurt him,” Mum said as she slipped her panties off and balled
them in her hand, Kristen reluctantly following suit. I wondered why they had
been told to hold them - but only for a moment, as Miss Panther said “Time to
give each other a present - kiss each other and then stuff your panties into
each other’s mouth.”
Up till now, I had suspected they were going to tie us up and gag us, but this
was different as I watched Mum and Kristen face each other and kiss quickly on
the lips, before Kristen opened her mouth and allowed Mum to push the pale blue
silky wad in, grimacing slightly as she closed her mouth over it. She then
stuffed my mother’s mouth with her panties, before they watched as Miss Leopard
picked up one of Kristen’s long silver and Leopard scarves and handed it to
her.
“Tie
your mother’s arms together behind her back at her elbows - and do it properly.
I think you know how to,” she said, and I was forced to watch as Kristen wrapped
the scarf around Mum’s arms and pulled them together, forcing her shoulders
back and her chest out as she did so.
Now, remember I was being held as this happened, so there was not a lot I could
do except watch and notice Kristen’s hair below was trimmed to a long thin line
of blonde hair for her bikini whilst Mum’s was bushier but still trimmed into wht seemed a teardrop shape in brown.
Kristen
was handed a second black and silver scarf and told to use it to tie Mum’s
wrists together. I could see the look on Mum’s face as her wrists were tied
together, palm to palm. It was a mix of fear, uncertainty, and despite herself
a little excitement.
I
was a little excited too, but I tried to hide it as Kristen was told to take
two more long scarves and tie them around Mum’s arms, above and below her bust,
so that they were held tightly in place. These were red in colour - Kristen
loves these long scarves - and went round nicely as they framed Mum’s chest.
I could not help myself as I looked at the way her large bulbous nipples were
sticking out, then Kristen was forced to take three red bandanas and use them
to tighten the bands, one under each arm and then one between Mum’s breasts as
the cloth was forced round them. Miss Leopard then whispered into my ear “Your
mum has quite the rack doesn’t she - you just want to put your hands on them,
don’t you?”
“I
can’t - she’s my mum,” I whispered as Mum looked at me, her eyes wide as she
tried to move her upper body.
“Yes
you can - and you will,” she whispered into my ear as she made me walk over,
Miss Puma standing back as Miss Panther picked up a long white scarf and stood
behind Kristen. “Reach round and have a really good feel.”
“I’m
sorry, Mum,” I whispered as I slowly put my hands round and felt her breasts,
squeezing them gently, then twiddling her nipples as I
felt the cold metal at the back of my head. I heard Mum moan a little in
response to my touch, and she leaned back against me as I continued, watching
Kristen as she was methodically bound in the same way, with long green scarves
around her arms and chest and Leopard bandanas used to tighten them and force
her chest out.
“It feels good, doesn’t it,” Miss Leopard whispered behind me, and I felt her
gloved hand reach round my waist and between my legs. I had to stop myself from
moaning as she felt just how my body was responding to being forced to do this.
“Now
your sister,” Miss Puma said, and I was walked round to stand behind Kristen,
Mum looking at me and saying “tslrrtmrk” as she was
made to sit down on the bed, and a large blue head square folded into a band
before it was used to bind her ankles together.
Once
again I was made to put my hands around my sister, and once again I was forced
to start to massage her chest, Kristen moaning as she had before when I did
this. I watched over her shoulder as Mum’s legs were tied together below her
legs with a red silk scarf, and then above with another red one and she was made to stand up.
Miss Panther then took a blue and white patterned shawl and tied it tightly
around Mum’s waist, securing her wrists against her back as she did so, before
she selected one of Kristen’s long neck scarves - this one pure red. As I
watched, she tied one end in front of Mum’s belly, and then pulled it up
between her legs, the soft cotton disappearing as she pulled it up and secured
it behind to her wrist tie. Mum closed
her eyes and moaned out loud as this happened, before Miss Leopard said “That’s
enough for now, Mark - pick out a nice scarf to gag your mother with, fold it
into a band and tie a knot in the middle.”
I felt the pressure on my head released, and as Kristen was sat down I found a
green head square with a brown horse pattern on it, and slowly folded it into a
band. “I’m sorry, Mum, they made me do it,” I said as I tied a knot in the
middle of the band. Mum nodded and looked at me with a faraway look in her
eyes, before she opened her mouth, showing the white cloth already in, and
allowed me to pull the knot between her teeth, taking the scarf around her head
and tying the ends together at the base of her neck.
“Whstgngthppntmrk,” Mum mumbled as I watched Kristen being
made to stand up, and the same scarf combination applied between her legs as
well as around her waist, making her moan and twist as the long scarf was
pulled between her legs.
“Don’t worry about your boy - once we have you both secured, Miss Leopard will
take care of him. Now, gag your sister.”
For
Kristen I used a scarf she had worn over her shoulders to a posh party a few
days before - a large cream coloured square with a gold border and white
hatched pattern. As she opened her mouth, showing the blue cloth inside, and
allowed me to push the knot in, I could see that she was worried as well.
“Your
mother and sister are going to be in very good hands,” Miss Leopard said as I
watched Miss Panther and Miss Puma sit behind Mum and Kristen respectively, and
put their gloved hands on their bare stomachs, “You’re coming with me.”
I was frog marched out of the room, to the sounds of both of them starting to
moan, before the door was closed and I was walked to my room.
“What
are they doing to them,” I said as Miss Leopard closed the door.
“Having
fun,” she said as she looked at me, before she said “Take your top off and
stand with your back to me.”I did as she had demanded, standing still as I felt
her put her put her arms round me and slowly stroke her leather gloved hands
over my belly. “Do you do sports, Mark?”
“I
play football.”
“I
can tell - just as I can tell you enjoyed playing with your mother and sister.
Do you do that for them when you are alone?”
“I...
I have done,” I said as I felt the touch of her lips on my shoulder, and gasped
slightly.
“Wha...
What are you doing?”
“It
is time you learned the pleasure for yourself, Mark - take your shorts off and
lie on the bed, with your hands on your head.”
“What
are you going to do to me,” I gasped as I felt her lips on my neck again, and
her hands started to unbuckle the waistband of my shorts.
“Do
as I say Mark,” she whispered in my ear as I felt my shorts drop to the floor,
and I walked over to my bed as if I was in a dream, lying on it as she had
commanded me and putting my hands on my head.
As I watched, she knelt down and picked up some of the lengths of rope that I
had not picked up earlier, straightening one out as she placed the rest on the
bed and tying a loop of rope at one end.
“Such
a handsome young man,” she whispered as she took my left hand and slipped the
rope over it, pulling the loop tightly around my wrist, “deserves to have the
best of treatment and the finest of teaching.” I was unable to resist as she
pulled my wrist up to the headboard, and secured the rope around the top
corner, holding my arm firmly in place as she stroked her gloved hand down it.
A
shiver ran down my spine as she did this, which continued as she climbed over
the bed, straddling me for a moment as she took my other hand and tied it to
the headboard.
“Have you ever been kissed by a woman other than your family, Mark?”
I
shook my head, and then gasped silently as she placed her lips against mine and
kissed them, and I felt the nylon rubbing on them. As she raised her head and
looked at me, she simply said “Did you enjoy that?”
I
nodded dumbly and watched as she started to pull my boxer shorts down, before
pulling my legs apart and tying them in the same way as my wrists, with ropes
around my ankles and held to the bottom legs of the bed.
“What are you going to do to me,” I whispered as her gloved hands stroked up
the inside of my thigh.
“Hush,
Mark,” Miss Leopard said as she leaned over and looked at me, “or do I have to
ensure your silence by other means?”
“I...
I don’t know,” I whispered as she leaned over and started to gently kiss my
chest, her hands moving over it as she did so. Nobody had ever done this to me
before, and I was starting to sweat a little.
I
was also starting to enjoy it a little, and as I looked down my body I could
see just how much I was starting to enjoy it. So could Miss Leopard, as she
turned and smiled at me.
“You
are a young man, Mark - don't be afraid of what is happening,” she said as she
leaned over and kissed me again, and I felt her gloved hand moving between my
legs, stroking me there as I felt myself change.
“Oh
god,” I whispered out after she released me and looked into my eyes.
“Do
you like what I am doing?” she whispered, and I could only nod and whimper as
she stroked me down there.
“Your
mother and sister would not do this for you, would they,” she then said, and I
could only shake my head from side to side, watching as she bent down and
kissed my chest again. She took one of Mum’s old blue headscarves from her
pocket, folded it into a pad and said “Open wide, Mark, and when I have made
sure you cannot say much, I will teach you so much.”
“Will
it hurt,” I said quietly, but she just shook her head as I opened my mouth and
allowed her to push the cloth in, the soft taste of silk on my tongue as I
closed my lips and allowed her to smooth several strips of tape over my
mouth.“Just relax,” she said as she straddled me and leaned over, kissing the
side of my neck as her gloved hands moved over my sides and chest.
Her
touch, her kisses, all combined to make me moan even more, especially as she
moved down the bed and her hands caressed me between my legs.
There was a throbbing growing there, a feeling that up till now I had felt when
watching or playing with Mum or Kristen, but two things were different this
time. This time I was the one tied to the bed and unable to do anything about
it as it grew stronger and stronger, and this time it was a complete stranger
who was doing it to me, the soft touch of her hands against me making the
throbbing even stronger as her hand moved up and down it.
“Whtshppngntmm,” I mumbled as I looked down at her, and Miss
Leopard lifted her lips from my stomach, looking at me as she said “You are
showing me how responsive you are, how much you are enjoying this caress, and
you are enjoying it, are you not Mark?”
I
could not deny that - I was enjoying it, all thoughts of fear replaced only by
a longing for that throbbing to grow stronger and stronger, and I felt myself
getting harder and harder.
That
throbbing was getting stronger as well, as I watched her hand encircling my
member, now so large I could hardly recognise it, and slowly move up and down
it, making me throw my head back and moan with every delicate stroke.
“You are a fine young man,” Miss Leopard said as she looked at me, “and some
day you will make a lovely young woman a fine husband and lover. When that day
comes, remember this day, and remember it as the day you discovered what a
woman who is willing will do for you.”
With
that, she leaned over and kissed my member. I threw my head back at this and
groaned loudly, as the pressure turned up the dial to 12 and I wondered when I
would get some release.
She
continued this as I found myself only able to succumb, until there was a loud
gasp from my gagged mouth as I felt something happen between my legs. I allowed
the surge to pass as I panted for breath, and then felt her letting go of me
between my legs, gently stroking my member as I opened my eyes.
“Was
that good, Mark,” Miss Leopard whispered as she looked into my eyes, but I
could only mutely nod as the door opened and Miss Puma came in.
“How
are the lessons coming,” she said as she looked at me.
“I
believe Mark now knows how it feels it be treated as a man,” Miss Leopard said
as she climbed off the bed. “Perhaps you can tell him what has happened to his
mother and sister, to put his mind at ease.”
“Miss
Panther and I have helped them to relax,” Miss Puma said as she smiled at me,
“and they are resting together now.”
I learned much later what had happened - how they had both been brought to a
climax by our captors, and then untied from the scarves. Firstly Mum had been bound tightly with
rope. Arms behind tied at both wrist
and elbows and then her legs at her ankles.
All the rope was pulled very tight and cinched down with many turns of
the same rope. Her gag scarf was undone
then re-used as a soggy wet blindfold, then the panties were pulled out of her
mouth.
Miss
Puma had then slowly and carefully wrapped them around the large black rubber
ball gag she had in her hands. The
covered ball was then twisted and pushed into her mouth which was distended to
its widest due to the size of both ball and amount of cloth wrapped around
it.
The
gag had a large leather panel on the front, she felt the pressure on her lips
and cheeks then straps going behind her neck and under her chin both drawing
the ball into her mouth and stopping her jaw moving. Strangely, she felt extra weight on the front
but only Kristen saw the long rubber penis shape waggling up from her
mouth. Then it was Kristen’s turn to be
tied the same way including the blindfold and new gag. She assumed from the feel hers also had the
same long protuberance. Mum was laid in
the middle of the bed on her back then Kristen was laid on top of her but head
to foot and both bodies tied tightly together around their waists.
Without
warning Mum’s hair was grasped and pulled up over her face bringing her mouth
into line with Kristen’s special place, soft hands held her head and fed the
rubber prong into Kristen’s special place.
Kristen’s knees were then joined together behind Mum’s head locking
Mum’s face into Kristen’s fuzzy hair.
Mum only realised what was happening when she felt something hard but
slimy being pushed into her special place and then felt hot muffled breath on
her pubic hair. Then her knees were
wired together and she felt Kristen’s head between her thighs as Kristen tried
to draw back from her to be pressed back by the rope behind her head.
They
had been left like this for a couple of hours whilst every ten minutes or so
some hands would grasp each head and work back and forward, the protuberance
working in and out and keeping both on a high level of sexual stimulus. Almost enough for another climax but not
quite there which tired the two out more than if they had been allowed to
climax then rest.
The
two had then been untied and Kristen moved to her own room whilst Mum had been
stretched out spreadeagle on her bed using wide
hospital mancles to give some relief to her sore
wrists and ankles. Kristen was left
tied with rope lying on her bed still bound, gagged and blindfolded.
“So what are we going to do with the young man here,” Miss Puma said as I
watched Miss Leopard release my ankles, only to cross them and tie them
together with one length of rope, and then my legs below my knees with the
second one.
“Untie
his arms and turn him over,” Miss Leopard said as she tied off the rope between
my legs, “We’ll hogtie him here and let him rest. You need a little rest, don’t
you Mark?”
I could only nod as I was turned over and my arms pulled behind my back, my
wrists crossed and tied tightly together.
Another rope pulled my elbows close together, a position I had never
achieved before and then my ankles pulled back and tied to my wrists with the
last length of rope. As I was rolled onto my side, I looked at the two masked
women.
“What now?”
Miss
Leopard looked at the clock. “We’ve got a few hours - I’ll take the first
shift. You two go and get some rest - I’ll wake one of you at two in the
morning.”
Miss
Puma nodded and left as Miss Leopard leaned over and stroked my cheek. “Sleep
well, Mark,” she said as she left to check the rest of my family.
I
lay there, unsure of much except I was exhausted, and could not move another
muscle even if I wanted to. I closed my eyes, wondering what was going to
happen in the morning.
Actually,
things happened long before the morning. I suddenly opened my eyes and looked
at the clock by my bed, seeing it was one thirty in the morning, and I could
smell a sweet perfume coming from behind me.
“Don’t
look round, Mark,” I heard Miss Puma’s voice saying from behind me, “You look
cold, so I thought I would warm you up.
I
felt a hand coming round and stroking my chest again - I could feel the soft
leather as her hand stroked down and around my chest, and her lips on my
shoulders and neck as she held me close to her. “You are a handsome young man,”
I heard her whisper into my ear before her tongue traced round my earlobe, “and
I know you will make a young lady very happy some day.”
“Fnku,” I mumbled through my gagged mouth, wondering what was
happening as she started to kiss my neck again, and her hands stroked gently
over my belly. I could feel her moving behind me now, pressing against my
bottom as she swayed to and fro, and dammit - I was
enjoying it.
I knew I was enjoying it, because I could feel myself reacting as any man
would. Miss Puma knew it too, as her hand moved between my legs again and I
felt her pressing down. “Hmmm - so glad you feel that way,” she whispered into
my ear again, “I’m sure my friend has already shown you a good time, but allow
me to do so as well.” Was I in a
position to refuse? Even if I had been, would I? I probably should have given
it a lot more thought, but I was a young lad, unable to move or do more than
softly groan as this dark skinned beauty kissed my back and massaged my cock.
You tell me if you would have been able to do anything else?
I had to lie there, as her hand worked me, and I felt that throbbing again,
slowly growing stronger and more urgent as her hand continued the slow,
deliberate motion. As she did this, I could also feel her moving against
me. Suddenly, I felt the rope joining
my legs and wrists together loosen and she rolled me over onto my back. I could see her dark naked flesh as she
rolled over on top of me and knelt above me either side of my hips. I watched, mesmerised, as her small perfect
breasts ( although I was no expert) swayed above me then she slid forward. Her hands felt my cock and I felt something
roll down it guided by her warm fingers.
“Now
to show you the next lesson of your education” as she suddenly slid forward so
her special place was over my cock then slowly slid down. She made no move for some time then slowly
raised herself up a few inches, then slowly dropped down again. Long, gentle, arousing, sensual, amazing,
groaning, moaning, bursting...
“Ah,” she said as she gripped me tightly with her thighs while I shot my load
into the rubber end of the condom in this warm, soft but gripping place “I can see you really enjoyed that.” When
I eventually stopped, she kissed me lightly on my gagged tape then my the neck
and I felt her draw herself up, slipping off the bed before I heard her putting
her clothes on and the sound of a zip being pulled up.
“Don’t
be ashamed, you deserved that reward for your help earlier,” she turned and
said to me in the dim light, as she reached for the hogtie rope and brought my
legs back to my wrists as she lay me on my side before I watched her walk out
of the room, closing the door behind me. I lay there, unable to do much except
smell the scent in the air, before my eyes closed again.
But
only for what seemed like a moment, as I heard the third woman, Miss Panther,
say “Well, well - pleasant dreams Mark?”
I
looked up to see her standing in front of me, the stocking mask still over her
eyes but her mouth uncovered, and dressed only in a red bra and panties. I
could see the light starting to come through my curtains, but when I looked at
the clock I could see it was only four in the morning.
“I
know the others have been in,” she said as she walked behind me, and released
my legs from the hogtie before rolling me onto my back and sitting over me. I
watched as she placed her gun next to my head, and then leaned over and kissed
my gagged mouth.
“I’m
going to take that tape off, remove the cloth, and then I want you to do
exactly what I tell you to do, do you understand?”
I
nodded mutely as she leaned over and peeled the strips of tape away from my
mouth, then eased the very wet cloth away from inside. I coughed for a moment,
and started to say “Can I ha...” before she placed her lips against mine and
kissed me passionately, her hands pressing down on my chest as she did so.
“Mmmmmm” was all I could say as her tongue worked its way
into my mouth and started to move round, playing with my own as I found myself
returning the kiss. Eventually she released me and sat up on her knees, looking
down on me as she said “So Mark, do you like what you see?”
I
looked at her chest, hovering about two feet above me, and slowly nodded.
“Good,”
Miss Panther said as she reached round and unfastened her bra, taking it off
and letting it drop to the floor, “then you will have
no problem with kissing them all over, will you?”
She
then leaned down and rubbed her breasts against my face, leaving me with no
choice - as if I could resist the offer anyway. I started to kiss her breasts
as best I could, while she moved them over my mouth, encouraging me with her
moans to kiss every inch that I could reach.
How can I describe what I was feeling by this point? We had been held hostage
by three masked women, who had bound my mother and sister with scarves and made
me fondle them, then tied me up - and one had given me what I had heard called
a blow job, the second my first fuck, and now the red headed one was making me
use my mouth to kiss her breasts - her firm, soft, warm breasts.
“Oh
that’s good Mark,” she moaned softly as she pressed them against my mouth
again, “now kiss my nipples.”
She
held them in front of me, as I slowly raised my head and enveloped the warm
flesh in my lips, sucking as I kissed them as it made her moan louder. She made
me kiss them in turn, as I felt them grown harder against my tongue and in my
mouth.
“Plssstpmkngmdts,” I mumbled as she pressed them firmly
against my mouth, but I really was in no position to argue with her. Instead I
had to continue, and hope she did not notice the way I was feeling between my
legs.
That
did not seem to bother her however, as she moved her body up and said “now kiss
me on my stomach.” I did as she asked, wondering what else she could possibly
make me do to her.
A moment later, I realised I should not have asked myself that question, as she
pulled her panties down around her knees, and then squatted down, pressing the
area between her legs against my mouth and face. I gagged for a moment as she
rubbed the soft, warm flesh against me, and I could smell - no, taste her flesh
there.
“That’s
right,” she said as she looked at me from no high, “Use your tongue and mouth,
kiss me there or you will regret it.”
My
eyes glanced over to the gun, and with great reluctance I started to kiss and
lick her between her legs. As I did so, she moaned more and more loudly,
pressing harder into my face and making my tongue taste the sticky fluid that
was starting to come from between her legs.
I swear, there was nothing I could do as she forced me to kiss her, to lick
her, and it seemed to excite her more and more until she thrust her body into
my face and screamed out loud. I thought she was going to wake everyone or make
someone knock on the door, but instead she relaxed and slipped off the bed,
looking at me as she put her underwear back on.
“Wha...
What did you just do to me,” I gasped as she looked at me, and wiped my face
with my discarded boxers.
“Nothing
- you did everything to me,” she said with a smile, before she wadded my boxers
up and stuffed them into my mouth. It tasted sweet as she did so, before she
said “Now be a good boy and keep them in there,” and left the room.
Well,
I was in no position to try and push them out - she had shoved them in so much
my tongue was pressed down to the floor of my mouth. And besides - I was
exhausted. I literally had no strength left, or clarity of thought as what I
was going to do.
Next
door earlier, Kristen had been woken from a vague state of semi-consciousness
as she felt hands undoing the right ropes around her. Soft cloth was wrapped around herwrists and ankles then she felt herself stretched spreadeagle in the middle of her bed. She tried to call out but the over big ballgag still filled her mouth. Fingers played with the stiff damp knots on
the silk over her eyes then the scarf was whipped away; she blinked at Miss
Puma and Miss Leopard standing over her.
Neither, she noted, had any clothes on and their naked bodies seemed to
shine with perspiration in the dim light coming from the landing light
outside. Before she could think of what was to
happen one climbed onto the bed either side of her. They started to kiss and fondle her all over
paying particular attention to her breasts and stomach.
“Now
Kristen, we feel you should be rewarded for being so good and not giving us a
hard time. I do hope you like this as I
expect it is a first for you.” Miss Puma
whispered in her ear as she felt Miss Leopard move her kisses further south
until she felt a nose nuzzle into her hair down there. She had once allowed a boy to kiss her down
there but not like this; he had been rough and quick and un-emotional as what
he wanted was just below, which she had not allowed him to get to, but this was
warm and almost loving and her mind whirled.
Then, yes, she felt hot breath on her lips down there then fingers
parted them and she jerked as a tongue washed in and around. She had been so concentrated on what was
happening down there she had forgotten Miss Puma who she saw was now kneeling
on her chest and slowly edging forward.
Soon she was just over her mouth and the rubber dong was bashing and
rubbing against her pubic hair.
“Oh
that is so good Kristen. Move your mouth
up and down now so it rubs along.
There’s a good girl. Be nice to
us and we’ll nice to you.” Kristen
suddenly squirmed as she felt something hard but squishy pushed into her
special place then it was pulled out again.
Then the tip was left just in and
the tongue attacked her again.
“Up
we go dear. Let’s get you working for
your pleasure” said Miss Puma as she raised herself on her thighs then slowly
slipped the rubber dong into her.
Kristen suddenly found a wet sopping warm bit of flesh hard against her
mouth and nose. She tried to breath but
her nose was caught in the cleft between the lips, she couldn’t breathe and
started to struggle and move her head around.
Initially, Miss Puma thought Kristen was trying to get into the swing of
things but then she realised what was happening and moved her hips slightly;
Kristen drew huge breaths in through her nose until her heart rate
stabilised. Then her attention
returned to her predicament. Her hips
were moving rhythmically as Miss Leopard varied between using the dildo in and
out then kissing and sucking her clitoris, whilst Miss Puma got her pleasure
from raising herself up and down over her face. This went on for some minutes as Miss Puma
started to breathe more quickly, then started to gasp and cry as her climax
came; Kristen had been too worried about breathing to really relax enough to
what Miss Leopard was doing. Suddenly
Miss Puma squeezed her hips together around Kristen’s shoulders and neck as she
came in squirts and judders. Slowly
she keeled off and lay breathing deeply beside the
poor girl.
“Right,
my turn now” said Miss Leopard as she looked up from between Kristen’s leg,
then got up on her haunches and slowly slid forward until she also raised
herself then slid slowly down onto the rubber prong with a slow hiss of
breath. Quickly, she started to raise
herself up and down in time honoured fashion.
Miss Puma reached languid a hand over and reached the end of the dildo
still firmly pushed into Kristen and started again to stimulate her. This time she wanted to make certain Kristen
came again so all three were pleasured.
It took some time and Miss Leopard had come minutes before so both women
were kissing, fondling and working the girl until finally she came in a gush of
hoarse breathing.
“There
my lovely girl, now you know how to enjoy yourself. Some nice man will be so grateful you can
tell him what turns you on in a few years time. Now rest and get your strength back.” Kristen was only partly awake as the two
naked bodies left her room arm in arm.
I just lay there, looking down my body and trying to think about everything
that happened. Sure, when we had played games as a family I had been unable to
contain myself, but I had always managed to make it to the bathroom before
anything happened. This, however - this was in a way different league, and I
was not sure whether I should feel violated or ecstatic.
Any other thoughts I may have had in that area were soon stopped by the door
opening and Miss Leopard coming in, pulling her leather gloves up tightly over
her hands as she leaned over and stroked my cheek.
“You
look tired, Mark,” she said with a smile, “so I’m going to untie you, and you
may have a short shower. Once you have had that, you need to come back in here
with me until your mother and sister have had a chance to clean themselves up.
I nodded as she slowly untied the ropes and massaged my limbs, then looked at
my mouth. “I see Miss Panther dropped in,” she said as she drew my boxers out,
and then walked with me to the bathroom.
As we passed Mum’s room she paused so I could look in and I saw her on the bed,
face down with a large pile of pillows under her stomach so her arse was pushed
in the air. Her hands were stretched out
in front of her and tied to the bedhead whilst her
legs were tied ankle to thigh. Further
ropes pulled her knees apart and anchored them to each side of the bed bottom
so she was stretched tight. I could hear
a faint buzzing sound as well then homed in on the sight of two round things
showing from both her holes at the back.
Before I could get a chance to ask I was pushed into the bathroom next
door and made to get under the shower.
The
warm water woke me up a little bit, as I washed away all the sweat of the
previous night. Finally, I came out and took the white towel that Miss Leopard
handed me, before wrapping it round me and walking back to my room with her.
As I left the bathroom, Miss Puma was standing there with Kristen, who was
shaking. She looked at me, but said nothing as I was walked to my room, and
Kristen into the bathroom.“Now, Mark,” Miss Leopard said, “Dry yourself off, and find a clean pair of boxers to put on.
Then you can come downstairs with me and help me to arrange some breakfast for
your family.”
“Can’t
I put some more clothes on?”
“No,”
Miss Leopard simply said. “Now hurry up.”
I found a clean pair of blue boxers and pulled them on, as well as a pair of
sandals which Miss Leopard allowed, and then walked with her down to the
kitchen. She watched as I prepared some cereal and coffee, as Kristen was
walked in a few minutes later by Miss Puma. She was dressed in a light pink
bikini, and sat down as I handed her some cereal.
“How
are you,” she said as I sat next to her, and we ate.
“Tired
- you?”
“Exhausted
- after you left, those two women drove your mother and me wild.”
“How?”
Kristen
looked at me and said “Mark, do you really want to know?”
“Sis,
given what happened to me during the night, nothing would surprise me. But we
can’t talk about it now - how’s Mum?”
“Sore, Halfway through the night they untied us
then they moved me to my room and retied me so very tight but I heard them
doing something to Mum as she was crying and having to repeat numbers and codes
time and time again. Oh shit the codes
for the shop, they are going to rob Mum’s shop” was all Kristen said before she
took another spoonful of cereal in her mouth. After a few more minutes, during
which time we finished our cereal and were able to have a drink of fruit juice,
Miss Panther walked Mum in.
She looked tired, they had let her have a shower as well as her hair was still
wet, but she was only able to walk with difficulty - A rope had been tied
tightly around her waist and at least three turns taken between her legs,
hugging her black thong panties in place as she sat down and was given a cup of
coffee. She too was also only wearing a black underwired
bra with the panties.
“Have
breakfast,” Miss Panther said, “Are you two finished?”
We
looked at each other and then nodded.
“Good
- you two take them into up to their bedrooms. Everything’s set up in there.”
“Come
on,” Miss Leopard said as she took my arm, and Miss Puma’s Kristen’s, as we
were walked back up stairs.
“
Bye Kristen, What are you going to do
with us.” I asked.
“We
need to keep you out of the way now so we can do our thing and get away. Don’t worry we
will leave you a way to get free but it will take some time. Now let’s get started.”
“Let’s
do what they say” I say to Kristen who nods mutely, fear and anxiety showing on
her face. I entered my bedroom and saw
ropes and other things laid out on the bed.
The curtains were still drawn but light was casting the room into a
gloomy shade.
“Stay
still and put your hands behind you,” Miss Leopard said, so I turned my back to
her and did as she ordered. I soon felt
the harsh, tight rope around my sore wrists then again the tighter rope drawing
my elbows behind me. More rope wound
around my chest holding my arms tight to my back then more rope around my waist
holding my wrists to my arse which continued into a crotch rope running either
side of my balls and tied off to the cinch on my wrist ropes. Then she turned me round and knelt with more
rope to tie my ankles with more cinched ties then just below my knees, just
above and finally at the top of my thighs.
All this ropework had, despite my tiredness,
started me up again and my cock was half up.
“Well
that definitely helps me” she said looking up.
Her soft lips suddenly latched on and she began to suck and
squeeze. Very soon I was fully up and
she reached up to the bed and found a black leather item. She opened it out and I saw what seemed
like a tube with some straps and laces.
Incredulous I looked down as she started to pull the sheath down over my
cock. When down she pulled a small
sack at the base around my balls then started to tighten all the laces. Once tight she found a small strap which
went around the base just above my balls.
I noticed bizarrely a small metal hoop at the tip but my cock was now
mummified.
“Good
Mark. I am glad you didn’t cause
problems. We will be gone soon and then
you will never see us again. Now I just
need to gag you and leave you on the bed.”
She reached for a large red ball gag on the bed and waited for me to
open my mouth. Resigned, I did so but
this was bigger than any they had used before and she had to twist and push and
prod it in until it popped behind my teeth.
Immediately, my jaw started to ache and I also knew I would
need help to get it out. Before
she tightened the strap, she reached for a short length of thin twine from the
bed which she tied into a loop then fitted each strap through it so the loop
fell just below the ball. She then
pulled the straps back and tightened the buckle behind my neck. I gurgled and tried to settle the horrible
thing forward so it would not start the gag reflex or close my throat.
Picking
a roll of duck tape she pressed one end to my cheek then wound it around my
face and head and back across the ball.
Three times it went round until there was a band of silver from below my
nose to the base of my chin, but the twine loop still hung down free. My mouth however was sealed and airtight so
already my breathing was slowing as I tried to get enough air in. She pushed me gently onto the bed and I
bounced on the soft mattress. I had
given up some minutes ago but also realised apart from a couple of squeals from
next door I ahd heard noting
from Kristen. Then I heard the slow
steps of Mum as she was also brought upstairs to her room.
There
was some vague muttering sounds then a high pitched
shriek suddenly cut off and silence descended upon the house but for soft
footsteps around. I dozed off a bit
with tiredness and aching pain when I felt a hand on my shoulder turn me onto
my side facing the door. Miss Leopard
leant down and I noticed she had a short length of twine in her hands. She felt for my toes and wound this tightly
around my big toes sealing them together with a couple of cinches to stop it
coming undone. Then she too a much longer length of twine and fed one end through the loop on my cock cover
and the other through the loop of twine on my gag then..pulled...hard. My head cannoned down and the pain in my cock
as it was heaved up made my eyes water as I tried to scream. Three times she fed the twine through then
tied it off.
“Now
Mark, my darling boy, we are off. I
will not blindfold you as you have to be the big brave man and free your mum
and sister. They probably cannot get
free. We have left a pair of scissors
in one of their rooms. Won’t tell you
which so you will have to check both but it will be in plain view. We are not monsters. You should then be able to cut your wrists
free and then cut them free. May take
some time but you haven’t anything more important to do, have you. Now don’t start until you hear the front
door close, we really don’t want to make it impossible for you to free yourself
either, spoils the fun for our imagination.
Thinking of you hopping across the hall or scooting on your butt if that
is too difficult. One thing I must
stress, we have pulled the main phone and taken the cells. The doors will be locked from the outside and
no keys left so I really wouldn’t try to get downstairs as you are; you fall or
tumble and you could crack your head and then where would your Mum or sister
be, huh? Think about it. No, find the scissors, cut yourself free
then free them. Then think about
rescue from outside, by which time we will be long gone. Now just to keep you warm.”
She
reached over and spread my sheet fully over me then tucked it firmly into the
side of the bed, went round and tucked the other side in. The sheet was pulled tightly over my body and
my movement even more reduced. She
paused at the door and blew me a kiss then winked as she left.
“All
ready both of you”
“Yes”
“Done”
“Then
let’s go and do this. We have spent long
enough and need to get out of town soon.”
I
heard the footsteps down the stairs, more subdued conversation then the front
door opening, followed a few seconds later by it being slammed shut and I
vaguely heard the key turn in the lock.
I lay for a good minute until rational thought kicked in. What had she said, I had to free the
others. I tried to shout but only
managed strangled “Mmphmmphhhmm” before I ran out of breath. It sounded weak to me and I heard nothing
in response from next door. OH well
better get up and look for these scissors then. That is when I found why she had tucked me
in. I was held down to the mattress,
could hardly move. I tried to turn on
my back but my bent head hit the sheet edge and wouldn’t go under. I tried to move my legs and found some
purchase but having my toes tied meant I could not use my feet separately again
limiting my efforts. It took at least
ten minutes of rocking, rolling and stretching before the sheet was loose
enough could slide up and lift my feet out.
Soon I had my feet on the floor and considered where to go next. I could try and stand but if I over-toppled
I would slam face first into the carpet from a high height, not good. No I needed to use the furniture to edge
round the room using my increasingly numb fingers for some support. That is when I found another problem with
tied toes. I could not shuffle my feet
along but had to hop or waggle on my toes and heels. Then I thought of Kristen and Mum and knew I
had to try.
Well
I made the door somehow but it took ten minutes and I was dripping with sweat
from the effort, and wheezing terribly through my nose through lack of air in
my lungs. Having to look at the ground
all the time as I went also made life difficult as I could not plan my journey
well, I kept knocking into sharp bits and pieces. I rested.
Now which room first? I wanted
to get to Mum but Kristen was just next door and I could at least look in. They may have left the scissors there anyway
expecting me to go to Mum’s first just to extend the torture. I slid around the door and stuttered along
the short wall to her door, slid round again and tried to lift my head enough
to see as her bed faced the doorway.
“Oh
Kristen, No No.” Which came out as
“mmphhh. MMP MPHH” I doubt she heard me as her head did not
move. I took in the torture she had
been left in. She was on her knees in
the middle of her bed, kneeling on some thick pillows. Her legs had been bent so each ankle was
tied very firmly to the thigh, frog tied I dimly remembered from my internet
searching. Then I saw each knee was
tied to the bed side so her legs were spread.
The normal rope crotch rope was super tight and I saw two small electric
leads fed out. Two? Oh no I thought. Now I also dimly heard buzzing noises. My eyes moved up. “Oh No.
No. No.” Her arms were tied at wrist and elbow with
cinched ties of tight rope then pulled up and secured to the top of the head
board whilst I saw a length of twine come from each nipple and fixed to the
base board. Over the twine was stuck a
number of bits of tape to keep the twine on.
She was literally floating in mid air on her knees. She could not go back to relieve the strain
on her hands and could not go forward to give succour to her poor nipples and
breasts. I had to turn my head sideways
a bit to be able to see her head. I
think I expected to see her bright eyes and be able to communicate somehow I
would be able free her but no. Her
entire head from chin to crown was covered with red bandage so all that could
be seen was her little button nose and flaring nostrils, and judging by the
bulge where her mouth was, she was very fully gagged so no chance of any
conversation. Indeed I was now certain
she had no idea I was staring at her.
Slowly
I swivelled my head painfully round but could see no scissors glinting on any
surface. Did believe Miss Leopard when
she said they were in plain sight. I
was certain she did intend me to find them and free everyone. My
eyes returned to the V between Kristen’s legs and now I saw through the rope
two round plastic knobs stretching down a couple of inches before the wires led
off over the side of the bed .
No
nothing further I could do here. Even if
I could free my hands it would need two of us to free Kristen as one person
would need to support her whilst the other cut the ropes, so off to find Mum
whom I was certain was in her bedroom.
Again the sliding, waggling and hopping around the wall all the way round
the landing as Mum’s room was the opposite side to ours. It took another twenty minutes before I
arrived at her doorway, dripping with sweat from the exertion and ignoring the
various pains, aches and sheer excruciating terror of my position. I was almost frightened to poke my head
round; what would I find. How had they
left my Mum and would I be able to find the scissors and free us all. The longer it went on the less feeling I had
in my fingers and arms I sensed. I slid
round leaning heavily against the door frame then stopped. All I saw was a sausage like bundle on her
bed, one large bundle her body and a smaller one her head covered in what
seemed a pillow case.
“Oh
Mum what have they done to you. Don’t
worry I will get us out.” But none of
this came out as recognisable words and she gave no sign she had heard me. I saw her face was to me and watched the
faint fluttering of the pillow case over her nose. Now I needed those bloody scissors and quick or none of us would
survive. If I could not get free I would
starve to death and they would die of asphyxiation. This was all down to me. Again it was difficult looking around with
my head connected to my groin and bent looking at the ground but I had found I
could angle it slightly sideways and get better vision up to bed height.
“Dncc mphh mmmmm
ghnnns NNHHPP” There they were on the bedside cabinet in
full view, a nice shiny paid of bandage scissors. Well, Miss Leopard at least you played
fair. It took another twenty minutes
navigating all the furniture and obstacles in Mum’s room before I leant against
the cabinet. Now I had to lean forward
and grab them with one hand which meant great control as my arms were still
attached to my waist and lean too far and I was a goner, face first and
probably unconscious. I also found it
difficult as I couldn’t see what I was doing so had to go by feel then turn and
see how far away I was. Ah touched them,
now mustn’t knock them off somewhere I can’t find them or push them further
away.
At
last I sank slowly to the floor with the scissors grasped firmly in both
hands. By reversing them I was able to
get the blades upwards and in between the ropes then tried to close the
handles. It took some getting used to as
I was essentially using them back to front upside down but I felt the rope
begin to fray. The crotch rope felt
looser and so did my wrists so I stretched then apart. Nope not enough yet. Three times I did this until suddenly my
wrists flew free. I rested with fatigue
and sudden exhaustion as the adrenaline slowed. Well first thing done, now to free the rest
of me starting with undoing me gag. I
brought my hands round to my front to come to an abrupt halt with the finger
just past my hips. Then I realised the
awful horror of my position. I may have
freed my wrists but my elbows and upper arms were still tightly tied both
together and to my chest, there was no way I could bring me head down or reach
up enough to pull the tape off. Now this
was going to make things interesting.
Still by leaning my head right over and pulling my arm as far as it
could I managed to snip the twine connecting face to groin. OH bliss now I could waggle my head around
and see things properly.
Well
it took long minutes as I changed my position from sitting to kneeling to
sitting again but I managed at last to cut through all the ropes around my legs
and finally the horrible twine on my big toes. With
a muted sigh of great pleasure I stretched my legs out and wiggled my
toes. Slowly, I felt blood surge into
the muscles and the pins & needles lessen. I staggered up and took my first steps for
some hours. I almost fell my legs were
so tired and cramped but I made it to the bed and sank down on the soft
mattress. Mum felt the movement and I
heard a very faint moan from the pillow case and saw a flutter of movement of
the big bundle. I saw the wrap around
her body was one of her best sheets then secured with loops of silver duct tape
at two foot intervals all the way down.
I also saw the pillow case had a ring of tape around her neck but
plainly not tight enough to stop her getting air in; it would simply stop her
or anyone pulling the case straight off.
Now
where to start ? Her head of
course. Now careful now to snip the
tape around her neck, done, then pull the case up slowly over her head.
“Nohhhh...mmpphhhh......tttssddd”
staring back was a completely mummified head like Kristen’s but this time in
blue bandage. This isn’t bloody fair
Miss Leopard I swore into my aching mouth.
It was difficult to unwrap as I could not easily lift her head and hold
the bandage but in the end the top of her head came to view.
“Nohhhhh......dnscccns....mmmpphh”
Two crosses of duct tape faced me covering what seemed like small scarves or
hankies over her eyes. I carried on
reeling off the bandage down over her mouth, fearing what I would find. Yes more tape just like mine and judging by
the big bulge at the front her mouth was also full. Oh well I have to get the tape off so let’s
do the eyes first; at least then she can see me and we may be able to
communicate a bit. She may lose some
eye brow but hopefully she will understand and they should grow back.
I
nibbled and tweaked until I found an end over her left eye and jerked
firmly. Both strips came free and slowly
peeled off bringing what was a small hankie with it. Her teary eye blinked at me. I did the same with the other tape and now
both eyes focussed on my face and I saw a smile in those eyes I knew so
well. I tried to smile back. Now for the voice I decided and reached
for an end to the tape over her lower face.
She moved her head to help me as I un-wound the tape which kept sticking
to itself bringing everything to a jerky stop.
Over the minutes more and more skin started to show until finally I
threw the ruffled tape away. Staring
at me was a wide open mouth framed by red swollen lips and inside was a brown
gauze ball of various sodden coloured cloths.
The stocking, for that is what it was, was pulled viciously tight around
her mouth then brought back and round again to be knotted behind her neck. I soon saw the problem of tight nylon was
you could not undo the knots but I also decide I did not wish to try and cut so
close to her face without full control of my arms, so I motioned with my eyes
and head downwards.
I
started at the top of her sheet and found the scissors sharp enough for the
job. It was a bit more of struggle when
I reached tape but soon the whole side fell away and I stared at her
front. Aghast, I stared straight at
her breasts where thin twine had been wound all round the base of each so they
bulged out like red, purple balloons.
Further down I saw winds of rope around her waist then pulled down
between her legs. White rope was all
round her chest above and below her swollen breasts. I stood up and moved round to the other
side of her bed then staggered back. I
expected to see her hands, admittedly tied tightly, running down her back but
instead her hands were up by her neck and her arms bent backwards, a position I
came to know as Reverse Prayer. Her
fingers were white and swollen and plainly so tightly tied she was losing all
feeling. Lower down I saw her legs tied
at ankle, knee and thigh so tightly the ropes were sunk so far into her flesh
as to be almost hidden but then they had been bent back in a hogtie and tied
off.
I
had to cut her free and raised my scissors to her arm ropes. It again took some time as I did not want to
cut any skin and the ropes were very tight but slowly the ropes fell away until
her hands were free. She was unable to
move her arms at first so I gently tried to move then down. I heard the scream even though her gag as
the cramps un-knotted. Slowly they
came down around her front as I moved down to cut her legs free. Once she was free she motioned me over and
cut through the ropes around my elbows then we both freed our mouths. Next we moved to Kristen and some hours
later finished answering questions with the police and being checked by the
Hospital. We couldn’t go home as it was
a crime scene so stayed in the Imperial Hotel.
Later
we found the women had cleaned out Mum’s shop and the owner, a skinflint old
man, blamed her for giving them the alarm and entry codes so sacked her. The towns folk were so angry at this they
stopped using his shop and he went bust.
Mum was offered a good job managing the office in a local works, “more
pay..Less hassle, great”. We didn’t
play any more for some considerable time but slowly life got back to
normal. But I knew one thing - I was
never going to put what happened last night out of my memory. I also knew I had
to find the Miss Right for me - the one who would want to play such games with
me...
The
End
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