A Quiet Night In
“Mum – are
you in?”
I came into
the house, putting my bag down on the floor as I put my coat on the hook. I was still getting used to using that word
again – Mum – despite the fact the wedding had been months before now.
Not that it
was a bad thing – it was a wonderful word to use, but it had been so
long... Anyway, I heard her say “In the
kitchen Louise – come away in,” so I went through to see her sitting at the
table, dressed in a blue jacket and dress as she drank some coffee.
“Did you get
it?”
“I did,” Mum
said with a smile, “so I’m afraid you may need to keep an eye on each other
after school once I start.”
“Why’s that
Mom,” Freddie said as he came in.
Obviously, we were both in school uniform, but I got the skirt while
Freddie got the trousers.
“I got the
job at the bank today,” Mum said with a smile, “and I’ve told your father, so
we’re all going out for dinner tonight.”
“Great,” I
said before I got to the really important matter at hand. “Did you talk about Friday night?”
“Friday?
Why would I need to talk to your father about Friday?”
“MUM!”
“I’m joking,
I’m joking,” Mum said as she laughed, “I did , and
we’re in agreement, so long as the other mothers agree as well.”
“Agree to
what?”
“Sleepover on
Friday – we don’t have school that day, and...”
“Oh
great – the four of them here on a sleepover?”
Freddie shook his head as he said “I’m going to my room, to do my
homework,” and walked out, picking up his schoolbag as he walked up the stairs.
“What’s his
problem?”
“The
only boy in a house full of girls? Go and get your homework done, and then get
changed. I’ll call the other mothers and
make sure they are happy with it.”
“Thanks Mum,”
I said as I kissed her on the cheek, and went off to my own room. It really was great to have a mum again...
“Damn, damn, damn...”
As I sat my desk, doing the math
assignment I had been set, I was trying to reconcile myself to the fact Friday
was about to be ruined for me. Having
the day off class was good, but then – oh, the torture...
I heard the knock on the door, and
then Mom saying “can I come in” as she opened the door.
“Sure mom – sorry if I was angry
downstairs,” I said as I turned round.
“Not a problem – living with a sister
takes some getting used to, after all, and this is the first time Louise will
have had her friends round since we got here.”
Sitting on the bed, she looked at me and said “You know, you’re getting to look more like your dad every day.”
“Do you miss him still?”
“A little – but you have a new father
now, who cares about you very much. And
because he does, he has a suggestion to put to you?”
“Oh?”
“Why don’t you give Frank Cottrell a
call, and see if it’s all right for you to stop over there on Friday
night? Your dad and I are going to steer
clear of the girls all night, so you should think about doing the same.”
I looked at the best mom in the world,
and said “that’s a great idea. Can I
call him now?”
“Go on – use the phone in our room,”
Mom said, as I went through and sat on the bed, dialling the number. A few moments later, I heard Mrs Cottrell
saying “Hello, Cottrell Farm.”
“Hello Mrs Cottrell, it’s Freddie Hawkins here.
Is Frank there?”
“Hang on,” she said as I heard her
call out, and then Frank saying “Hey Freddie – what can I do for you?”
“Get me out of hell – Louise is having
a sleepover, and I was wondering if there was any chance of me staying with you
on Friday.”
“Let me check with mum,” he said as
the line went dead for a few minutes. I
looked at Mom standing in the doorway, before Frank came back and said “Yeah,
you can stay over – provided Dad says it’s all right. In fact... Why don’t I see if Charlie can stay over as
well?”
“That would be great. Call me back later and let me know,” I said
as I smiled. If Charlie could make it,
it would be an epic night.
“He’s really
going to be out of the way all night?”
“Yes I am,”
Freddie said as we sat having our lunch on the Friday. “The moment Fiona shows up, I am outta here – you four can have the place to yourselves for
the entire night – Mom and Dad excepted of course.”
“Oh we’re
staying out of the way,” Dad said as he looked at us, “I need to go on a
business trip Saturday afternoon, and your mum and I want some quality alone
time, so we’re staying well out of the way.”
“And we’re
not going to disturb them,” I said as I stuck my tongue out at Freddie. “so when are you
scampering off to spend the night with the boys?”
“That’s
enough from both of you,” Dad said as he shook his head. “You can both wash and put away the dishes
now.”
“Yes Dad,” I
said as we both started to collect the plates up. I was wearing a white sweatshirt, pink
leggings with white flowers and socks, while Freddie was – well, he was
Freddie.
As he went
off to pack his bag, Mum said “so what exactly are you girls going to be doing
tonight?”
“You know –
eat snacks, drink too much, watch some movies, and talk about boys. The usual stuff.”
“All right –
then you had better help me to get some chips and dips sorted out.”
“Why would we
want to put chips into dips?”
“She means
crisps,” Dad said, “and you need to be taught how to make popcorn as well. I’ll make sure Freddie is getting his stuff
together, and run him round later.”
“Right,” Mum
said as she found a heavy pan, “Let’s do a test run of the popcorn first, shall
we?”
“Hey Fiona,”
I said as she came in the door, her mum handing Mum her overnight bag, “ready
for a fun night.”
“You
betcha – and no boys?”
“No boys –
Freddie will be on his way in a little while.
Come on through – we’re sorting out the food for later.”
“Is that
fresh popcorn?”
“It is,” Mum
said, “I’ve buttered it, but I’ll use sugar for the stuff later. Try it.”
Fiona picked
up apiece and tried it, smiling as she chewed on it. She took off her coat, repealing a pink Hello
Kitty top and blue jeans, before she went to hang it up, taking off her
trainers and leaving them by the door as well.
“So when are
the other two coming round?”
“In an hour
or so, so we’ve got plenty of time...”
I smiled as Dad knocked on the door of
the Cottrell farm, and Mrs Cottrell opened it.
“Hi Linda,” Dad said, “one son safely deposited.”
“Frank and Eric are feeding the
chickens out back,” Mrs Cottrell said as she looked at me, “why don’t you go
and give them a hand and your dad can bring in your things.”
“Thanks,” I said as I walked round,
finding Frank and Eric in their jeans and jumpers, scattering seed on the pen
where the chickens walked about.
“Hey,” Frank said as he saw me walk
round, “grab a handful and give us a hand.”
“Thanks – where’s Mark?”
“Out in the top field with Trojan –
he’s using today to till some of the ground with the plough.”
I nodded – after all, this was a real
farm, so I gave them a hand to feed the birds, before we put some feed in the
trough for the pigs and some fresh hay for their horse.
We then went into the house, leaving
our shoes by the back door as Mrs Cottrell gave us all some cold milk.
“I’ll start sorting dinner out for you
boys,” she said as we put our glasses down, “your father and I are going to go
out tonight, and Mark is going to keep an eye on all of you.”
“Which means he stays in the front
room, and we keep out of his way,” Eric said with a smile as we all went to the
stairs – only to stop when there as a knock on the door.
“Hey,” Charlie Williamson said as he
came in, Eric going to watch some television as Mr Williamson put Charlie’s bag
down by mine, and we went up to Frank’s room.
“Well, this is a good way to spend a
Friday night – but why are we three gathered here anyway?”
“To keep out of the way of the worst
horror know to young mankind,” I said quietly, “the girly sleepover.”
“Sleepover? Who and where?”
“My place,” I said as I looked out of
Frank’s window, from which you could see our house. “Come and see.”
All three of us looked out of the
window to see Patty and Rachel walking to my front door, Rachel’s dad carrying
two bags behind them.
“All four of them, at your house,
tonight?
Where are your mum and dad?”
“Staying in their bedroom.”
I turned my head to see Charlie
looking at my house, stroking his chin.
“Hey Freddie – have you got a back
door key?”
“Yeah – why?”
I saw Charlie looking out of the
window again, before he said “I think we should go over and invite the girls to
play a little game of Slumber Capture.”
“What?”
“Come on – the four of them, sleepover,
your parents staying out of the way?
It’s perfect – we make their night by kidnapping them one by one.”
“I don’t know,” Frank said quietly,
“the idea of sneaking out of the house and into yours...”
“You’re not afraid, are you Frank?”
Looking at me, Frank nodded and said
“I don’t want to get into trouble.”
“Gotta
admit, Charlie, I don’t exactly want to get into Mom and Dad’s bad books
either. It’s a bit too close to the
knuckle.”
“Your folks are going out, aren’t
they?”
“Yeah,” Frank said quietly, “but
Mark’s in charge. You’d need to get past
him.”
Charlie just smiled...
“Right,”
Rachel said as she replaced her glasses, having cleaned them, “thanks for the
wonderful tea, Mrs Hobson.”
“Yeah, thanks
Mum,” I said as we sat round the dining room table.
“Well, you
girls go into the front room, and decide what you’re going to do,” Mum said,
“so that we can get thing set up before your father and I beat a dignified
retreat.”
The four of
us went into the main room, sitting down as Fiona said “so where is that
brother of yours?”
“Staying at
the Cottrell farm, way out of our way – guaranteed a boy free zone tonight,” I
said with a smile. I could see Fiona was
a little upset, but them’s the breaks.
“Good,” Patty
said, “means we can do whatever we like.
So what have you got for us to watch?”
“Don’t tell
Dad I sneaked these out of the cupboard,” I said as I put some DVDs in front of
them.
“No way,”
Rachel whispered, but I heard footsteps, so hid them as Mum came in.
“So what are
you going to do,” she said as she looked at us.
“We’ll get
changed and then start to have fun,” I said, “come on girls – upstairs.”
“One thing,”
Rachel said as we went into my bedroom, “let’s make this a tie-up free
night. Just for once, let’s have fun
while still been able to move and talk – agreed.”
“Radical thinking,
Rach,” I said with a smile, “but yeah – that sounds
good.”
I smiled as I
took my clothes off, and pulled on a pair of dusky pink pyjamas. Rachel had a blue nightdress, and Patty a
green t-shirt and shorts. Fiona had
brought her teddy bear onesie – so when the four of
us came into the front room, Mum and Dad just shook their heads and laughed.
“Give me a
hand with the food, Louise,” Mum said, “and then your dad and I are staying out
of the way until the morning.”
The three of us heard Mrs Cottrell say
“You boys behave yourselves now,” and the front door closing, before we made
our way downstairs.
We found Mark and Eric sitting in the
front room, watching an episode of Daredevil on the television.
“I wondered where you three had got
to,” Mark said as he looked up, “so what have you been doing?”
“We were just talking upstairs,” Frank
said as we stood by the door. Both Mark
and Eric looked at us now, as he said “and?”
“We were wondering if you’d allow us
to go over to my house and surprise the girls," I said as I looked at him.
“Nope,” was his immediate reply as he
stood up, and we heard the doorbell ring. “That will be the pizzas for dinner – come
through to the dining room.”
As we walked through, it looked like
our plans for the evening had been scuppered at the first step – but a few
minutes later, Mark came in with the pizza boxes, putting them down on the
table before he said “And how exactly would you surprise the girls?”
I grinned as I said “Well, here’s what
I thought...”
“Well, ten out of ten for pluck,” Mark
said as he looked at us, “but if you’re going to do this, then we need some
rules of contact. I can’t leave Eric
here on his own, so the two of us will come over to
the house with you. Frank, take your
mobile phone – I want you to text me when you are on your way back. I’ll also text you when I get word that Mum
and Dad are on their way home as well – you need to come back then, no matter
what.”
“Okay – but in the meantime?”
“Just don’t do anything stupid – and
if your parents catch you, Freddie, own up.”
“Gotcha,” I said as I nodded.
“All right then – wash the dishes, dry
up and put away, and then get together what you need.”
“There we
go,” Mum said as she put the bottles of Coca Cola by the plastic cups, “got
everything you need?”
“Thanks Mum,”
I said with a smile.
“Right then –
do not sit up for too long, and enjoy your evening,”
We watched as
Mum went out and closed the door, before Patty said “Right then – what are we
going to do first?”
“Let’s watch
this first,” I said as I showed them the DVD of Pitch Perfect, “and then we can
move on to Scream...”
I walked over
and drew the curtains over the windows, before sitting down as the music
started.
“Well, the lights are on upstairs and
downstairs,” I said as we walked towards the house, “I guess the festivities
have begun.”
Frank, Charlie and I were each
carrying a plastic bag, into which we had put lengths of rope, scarves, rolls
of tape and some handcuffs what Mark had somehow found. I had the key to those in my pocket, as we
sneaked around the side of the house.
“Right,” Mark said as he looked at us,
“from now on, you are on your own. Just
remember – when I say Mum and Dad are coming home, the three of you need to
come back as well.”
We nodded as I slowly unlocked the
back door, and walked in, Charlie and Frank following before I closed the door
and locked it behind us. The room was
dark, but I didn’t turn the light on, as I motioned for them to wait there and
then sneaked down the corridor.
I could see the light on under the
door, so I put my ear to the door and listened.
“Oh come on,” I heard Patty say, “end
this film – let’s get on to the really good stuff.”
Coming back, I whispered “they’re all
in there watching films.”
“So what do we do,” Frank said as he
looked at me.
“We wait – because sooner or later,
one of them is going to need to go to the toilet. Let’s wait here...”
We were
huddled down on the couch, watching the start of the film with the sound turned
up – loud enough for us, but not so loud it was going to bring Mum and Dad
down.
“What on
earth is she doing,” Rachel said as she grabbed a handful of popcorn, and
watched the blonde haired actress as she answered the telephone call.
“I honestly
don’t see what’s so scary about THISSSSS!”
I laughed as
Patty screamed when the person in the white mask appeared, before she grabbed
some more popcorn and smiled sheepishly.
“See – told
you it would be fun,” I said as I held a cushion, laughing along with the other
girls.
It was about
half an hour into the film that Fiona stood up and said “I need to go a place.”
“Want us to
stop the film until you come back?”
“No you’re
good,” she said as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“It’s Fiona,” I whispered as I looked
out of the kitchen door, trying not to laugh at the brown one piece costume she
had on with a bear’s face on the front.
“Come with me Charlie. Frank you
wait here.”
The two of us sneaked down the
corridor and stood either side of the door as we heard the water running. As Fiona stepped out into the dark corridor, she
turned and closed the door – which allowed me to grab her, wrapping my left arm
round her and pinning her arms to her side as with my other hand I pushed a folded
cloth in her mouth, and covered it with my free hand.
“HWTHFFHHHLLLLPPPPP!” she tried to
call out, as I looked to the door, but nobody came out. She was a real wildcat as she tried to get
herself free, and push the cloth out.
“Hi,” I whispered into her ear,
“Surprise.”
She stopped struggling for a second,
as she saw Charlie walk round and grab her legs, and we carried her up the
stairs, Frank following as quietly as he could.
We made our way into my room, as Fiona said “mgnnlufrthssfrdeehbsn.”
“Promises Promises – nice outfit, by
the way,” I said as Frank produced a knotted strip of towel, and I took my hand
away, allowing him to cleave gag Fiona while I took her hands behind her back,
and used a pair of the handcuffs to secure then together. They hung on her wrists as she tried to pull
them apart, with no luck.
“Sit down,” I said as Charlie brought
my desk chair over, Fiona nodding as sat and allowed me to use some rope to tie
her waist to the chair back, as well as her stomach, while Charlie knelt down
and tied her ankles together and to the chair leg. Frank took a roll of the special tape we use,
and wrapped it round her head, Fiona watching us the whole time.
“Now,” I said as I looked at her, “You
just stay here – we’re going to bring the others up, one by one, so have fun.”
“Ulllnfrgtwwsfthss,”
Fiona said as she started to struggle, looking at us the whole time.
“Is it safe leaving her on her own up
here?”
“Don’t worry – she can’t get out of
those cuffs, and we need to get down before they realise she hasn’t come back,”
I said, so we headed back down the stairs as quietly as we could, hoping Fiona
was going to play along...
“Where do you
think Fiona’s got to?”
I looked over at Rachel and Patty, and said “I wouldn’t worry – she probably
just went to get a OHMYGODLOOK!!”
The other two screamed as the masked figure appeared behind the boy, our minds
completely taken off wherever Fiona had got to.
A few minutes later, Rachel stood up. “My turn – if I see
her, I’ll chase her back.”
“Hurry up – I think the really good bit is coming.”
“It’s Rachel,” Charlie said with a grin as he looked at me, “allow me.”
“All yours,” I said quietly as she went into the bathroom. He sneaked towards
the door, and waited for a moment with the cloth in his hand until he heard the
water running.
As she came out, Charlie grabbed her, pushing the cloth into her mouth before
she had a chance to call for help. I watched her struggle under his grip,
before he leaned over and whispered something into her ear.
I swear, I have never seen anyone melt so quickly as
Rachel, as she nodded and Charlie motioned to both of us. I handed him a
knotted strip of towel, and he pulled it into her mouth and around her head
before cuffing her wrists behind her back.
“Let’s get her upstairs,” I said.
“We can out her with Fiona, make it easier to watch them both.
“Not a good idea,” Frank whispered, “we haven’t covered their hands or taped
their fingers. I bet they could get free, even with cuffs.”
“All right – we use Louise’s room,” I said as we walked upstairs, and went into
her bedroom. I pulled the chair away from her desk, and soon little Rachel was
sitting there, looking at us as Charlie started to bind her ankles.
“I think we can take it from here,” I said as I looked at Frank, “you go
downstairs, give us a signal if one of them leaves the room.”
“I’ll check Fiona before I go down, but I need the toilet first,” Frank said as
he left us, closing the door behind himself.
“Patty, something’s not quite right here?”
“I know,” Patty said as she grabbed another handful of popcorn, “none of them
are obeying the rules.”
“That’s not what I mean Doofus,” I said as I punched
her, “I meant Fiona and Rachel. Where are they?”
“Toilet?”
“For this long – something’s going on,” I said as I stood up, “come on.”
“What?”
“Leave the film running – I have a feeling we’re not the only ones in the
house, and I’m not talking about Mum and Dad.”
Leaving the front room, we closed the door behind ourselves and walked down to
the kitchen. Everything looked all right, but I then heard a noise in the
downstairs toilet. Putting my finger to my lips, I motioned to Patty to join me
by the door, as we both looked through the crack.
I think you can imagine my surprise – well, nor surprise, amusement when I saw
Frank Cottrell come out, and head to the stairs.
“I knew it,” I said quietly, “the boys are here?”
“Boys, plural?”
“Come on –can you imagine Frank being here on his own?”
“You have something there,” Patty whispered, “so what now?”
“Now – let’s see where he goes,” I said as we sneaked along the corridor,
following Frank as he walked up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, we watched as Frank passed Freddie's door, and then
heard him say “Now what have we got here.” He walked in, and we walked quickly
behind him to see him standing in front of Fiona, a pair of handcuffs round her
left wrists, as she leaned down to try and untie her ankles.
“Well now, I guess I’ll have to really make sure you can’t get away,” we heard
Frank say – which we took as our cue to walk in, grabbing Frank by the arms as
I said “On the other hand, you could tell us what’s going on.”
“Turrtmm,” Fiona said as she finished untying her
legs, and then walked over to close the door before she looked at us.
“Sorry – we were watching a film,” I said as Patty held Frank. “Now then, young
Master Cottrell, why don’t you tell us what’s going on here?”
Frank just looked at the three of us, not saying a word.
“Come on Frank – if you’re here, Charlie and Freddie must be here with you.
Where are they?”
Frank stayed silent, blushing redder than a Riding Hood.
“Oh they’re here all right,” Patty said. “Do you see Rachel in here? Where do you keep ropes, Louise?”
“Under the bed, why?”
“Because,” she said as she reached under and pulled out a bag, “we’re
going to make sure Frank stays here, and capture the boys ourselves.”
“Oh yeah,” Fiona finally said as she spat the cloth out.
“I’m not worried – they’ll get you before you know it.”
“Good – thanks for confirming they are here,” Patty said as she took a length
of rope out, “now lie down, hands behind your back, or we start the tickle
torture...”
“There we go,” I said as I stood back, “all snug and cosy.”
“Hrddhrrr,” Rachel said as she struggled in the
chair. Like Fiona, we had bound her ankles to the front leg, and tied her legs together, folding the skirt of her nightdress up and then
back once they were secured. One of my belts had been used to secure her to the
chair back. “Whtruflkssgnnss?”
“Hopefully, we’ll have all four of you before they find out,” I said as
Charlie patted our captive’s head. The band of white tape round her head was
helping to keep her even more silent.
“Two down, two to go. Where’s Frank?”
“He’ll be fine – come on, let’s leave her here.”
I watched as Charlie looked round the room, and then grabbed a set of keys.
“What do you want with them?”
“Making sure she can’t get out if she gets free,” Charlie said as we went out,
and he locked her bedroom door.
“Okay then – you go and check on Fiona, and I’ll head down and join Frank.”
“Gotcha,” Charlie whispered as I headed down the staircase. The film was still
going, but I couldn’t hear them, probably because they were so scared. More to
the point, where was Freddie? He was supposed to have been by the bathroom
door!
Shaking my head, I went back to the kitchen and kept watch.
“There – doesn’t that look better?”
Fiona nodded as she pulled the rope between Frank’s legs, cinching the binding
she was applying below his knees. He already had his wrists tied together
behind his back, and ropes around his arms and chest, while the white tape was
now wrapped around his head, keeping the towel strip and sponge in place.
“Now then,” I said as I pulled his ankles back, holding them in place as Fiona
tied them to his chest ropes, “since you won’t tell us, we’ll just have to...”
I stopped as I heard footsteps outside the door, and nodded to Fiona and Patty,
who stood either side, the three of us waiting.
“Now then, young Fiona,” Charlie said as he came in, “how are you... Ah. Oh dear.”
“That,” Patty said as she closed the door, “is a very good thing to say,
young Charles. Now, are you going to do what we tell you to do, or do we have
to make things difficult?”
I looked up at Charlie as he took in the scene, and then said “It’s a fair
cop,”
“Hands behind your back, there’s a good little captive,” Fiona said, as she
cuffed his wrists together behind his back, and then wrapped the rope around
his waist to keep them in place.
“Now then,” I said as Patty wrapped rope around his arms and chest. “Where are
Rachel and Freddie?”
“Who?”
“Very funny,” Patty said as she pulled the rope tight. “Where are they?”
“I don’t know,” Charlie said as he smiled at all of us. “Now, why don’t we...”
“Oh no,” Fiona said as she pushed the sponge ball into his mouth, and then
peeled the end of the roll of tape free, “you can stay real quiet. I know how
persuasive you can be, given half a chance.”
“Hmmm?”
“Yes you,” Patty said as they helped him to lie down, and then tied his
ankles and legs, before hogtying him.
“Now then, where do you think Freddie is,” I said as I looked at the other two.
“Where the heck is Frank,” I thought as I looked at the door. “More to the
point, surely one of them would need the toilet by now...”
Looking at the door again, I decided to take a look, see what was keeping them
so engrossed. I listened once more, and then slowly opened the door – only to
find the room empty, the film starting again.
I stood there for a moment, looking at the couch, the bowl of popcorn on the
table in front of it, and slowly shook my head. “Oh sis, sis, sis – you are the
cunning one, aren’t you,” I said to myself, but then closed the door and looked
to the staircase.
Walking up, I put my ear to the closed door of Louise’s room, and then my own,
before I walked over to the linen closet and walked in, closing the door behind
me.
“So what are
we going to do now? We’ve got two of
them – just Freddie to go.”
“Yeah, I
know,” I said as I looked at Patty, “But we can’t all go and look for him – not
so much because of Frank, but because of him.”
I looked at
Charlie, who was watching all three of us, with what I could swear was a grin.
“True – but
I’ve got an idea. Have they finished
down there yet?”
“Finished
down – oh yeah, they finished last week.
I just haven’t been down yet.”
“Well, here’s
the plan,” Patty said. “Fiona stays here
and keeps an eye on Frank – we’ll unite Charlie’s legs, and take him down to
the basement. We’ll make sure he’s
secure down there, turn on the television...”
“The
television? He really did turn it into a den then?”
“Yeah – nice
comfy chairs down there too. Makes me
wonder why we didn’t use that instead...
Anyway, that way they can’t free each other. We find Freddie, release Rachel, triumph
complete.”
“Okay – I
don’t see a problem with that,” I said as I untied Charlie’s legs, helping him
to stand up as Patty looked outside.
“Coast is
clear – come on.”
I watched as Louise and Patty walked
out of the room, holding Charlie between them, and then felt for the water
pistol in my pocket. Smiling, I sneaked
out and went into the room, in time to hear Fiona say “so what are we going to
do with you, Hmm?”
Frank just shook his head, his eyes
fixed on me in the door as she said “Oh come on – I’ve been watching that film
all night, but it’s a film. No way anybody would walk in and...”
Which was the moment she felt the
water on my back, and turned to see me standing there, saying “Surrender, Fiona
– for you, the game is over.”
If she was going to spoil things, that was the moment – one word from her and it was
all over. She looked at me for a few
moments, and then raised her hands as I closed the door.
“Right then – you can start by untying
Frank there, and then we’re going to make sure you really cannot get free.”
Fiona nodded as she untied Frank,
removing his gag as well as he looked at her, and then at me.
“Sorry Freddie – they jumped me and
untied Fiona.”
“No problem – where’s Charlie?”
“They said something about the
cellar...”
“Oh – not a bad idea actually, but
first we need to take care of you,” I said as I looked in our supply box, and
got out two sponges. “So let’s do this
right – you know what to do Fiona, and Frank can take care of the preliminaries
for you.”
Nodding, she held the sponges while Frank
wrapped silver tape round her fists, and then pulled a pair of socks over them,
before taping them to her arms and crossing her wrists behind her back.
I smiled as I watched Frank wrap the
rope around her wrists, holding them tightly together, while I folded a clean cloth
and held it in front of her mouth. “Open
wide – and don’t worry, we’ll bring Rachel to you in a minute.”
Fiona nodded as I pushed the cloth
into her mouth, and then pulled the knotted strip of towelling between her
lips, while Frank tied the rope around her waist, and then around her arms and
tummy.
She tried not to giggle as we made her
sit down – and then we heard footsteps in the corridor. Frank clamped his hand over her mouth as I
whispered “not a word” and stood by the door.
You see, I knew the footsteps – it was
Dad, and he must have been walking to the toilet. I knew if Fiona called out, the game would be
over – but we would be in real trouble.
So I held my breath and watched we
heard the toilet flush, and then heard Dad walk back. He stopped for a moment outside the door, and
then went on, until we heard the bedroom door close.
We all breathed a sigh of relief as
Fiona was helped to lie face down on the bed, Frank binding her ankles and legs
while I wrapped the tape around her mouth and head, and then tied a folded
scarf over that while her ankles were tied to the tummy ropes.
“Right – she’s not going anywhere,”
Freddie said quietly, “and we still have to capture the other girls.”
“If they have Charlie, he has the keys
to Rachel’s room.”
“And we need those keys,” I said as I
handed Frank another water pistol,” this needs careful thought.”
“Nice,” Patty
said as we walked Charlie down the stairs to the cellar, “and you were going to
tell us about this when?”
“Tomorrow – I
shouldn’t really be down here at all,” I said as I turned on the light. Charlie’s eyes widened as he saw the pool
table, television and comfy chairs on the carpeted floor.
“Put him on
there,” I said as I pointed to the couch, and we frog marched Charlie over,
making him lie down before I and Patty re-tied his ankles and legs, and I
secured his ankles to the leg of the couch with another length of rope.
“So how do we
stop him from raising the alarm?”
I turned the
television on, Charlie nodding as I said “you’re going to be a good boy and
stay here, aren’t you?”
He nodded as
I said “so, Rachel – where is she?”
“Ncmmnt.”
“All right
then – Patty – you head upstairs and make sure Fiona’s all right with
Frank. I’ll keep an eye on Charlie here
– I don’t trust him.”
“Got it,”
Patty said as she made her way back up the stairs...
“Are you sure she’s going to be all
right in that spare bedroom?”
“She’ll be fine,” I whispered to Frank
as I locked that door, “we have other problems to think about. We need to think about how to get the keys
from...”
I stopped as I heard footsteps at the
bottom of the stairs, and signalled to Frank we needed to get back to my
room. We barely made it back in time
before the footsteps came towards the door, and I stood by the wall as the door
opened.
“Fiona – you still all right in here?”
I smiled as Patty came in, and then saw
Frank standing in front of the bed, the water pistol pointing at her.
“Oh sugar,” she said quietly, before
she smiled and raised her hands. “You Gotmmmgg,” she said, her voice muffled as I pushed a folded
scarf into her mouth, and then pulled her wrists behind her back, using some
cord to secure her wrists together as Frank picked up a fresh strip of towel
and tied a knot in the middle of it.
“Night falls, I’m cast beneath her
spell, Daylight come, our heaven turned to hell...”
We all froze as I heard Mom coming up
the stairs, Frank looking at me in blind panic.
I clamped my hand tightly over Patty’s mouth – so tightly I could feel
her short gasps on my palm – and dragged her to the walk-in closet, Frank
following and closing the door on us as I held Patty tightly against me.
I heard Mom walk into the room,
looking round as she said “I thought I told the girls to stay out of Freddie’s
room.” Through the thin slits in the
door, I watched as she walked round, and then stood in front of the door.
I could feel Patty’s hot breath on my
hand, as I said several very hurried and silent prayers. We were completely in her hands now – one
kick, one muffled scream, even trying to talk, and I knew Mom would find us and
it would be game over. Not to mention
the grounding of a lifetime.
“Gail?
What’s keeping you?”
“The girls have been in Freddie’s room
– didn’t we tell them not to?”
“Ah, let it go – they’re just having
fun, and they haven’t disturbed us. Come
on – the film’s just starting.”
I watched, Patty still breathing
heavily into my hand as Mom looked round the room, turning off the lights and
then closing the door. We stayed where
we were, hearing Mom talking to someone, and then the footsteps as they headed
off to Mom and Dad’s room.
Eventually, I took my cell phone from
my pocket and turned the torch on, watching as Frank opened the door and we
stepped out.
As I took my hand away, Patty pushed
the cloth out, took several deep breaths and said “that was close – if I hadn’t
been gagged, I would have called out, and you would have been so busted.”
“Yeah – thanks for that,” Frank
whispered as I picked up the cloth, “now open wide.”
Patty nodded as I pushed the cloth in
and this time completed the gag, while Frank tied her wrists to her back with
rope around her waist, and then her stomach and her shoulders.
Five minutes later, young Patty was
hogtied on my bed, as I whispered “Right – now to capture Louise and free
Charlie. Come on...”
“Now where
has she got to,” I said as I looked at Charlie.
“You stay there.”
“Funssst,” he mumbled as I slowly walked back up the stairs,
and then the main staircase, wondering where Patty had got to. As I reached the top of the stairs, however,
I saw Mum coming out of Freddie’s room, and then looking at me.
“All right,
Louise,” she said as she folded her arms, “did you girls play any tie-up games
in there?”
“Errr – sorry Mum,” I said quickly. “I forgot.”
“All right –
I have cleared the things away, and turned the light off, but next time, ask Freddie if you can use his room for your games
BEFORE he leaves the house?”
“Yes, Mum,” I
said as I looked at my mother.
“So where are
the others?”
“They’re... A
little tied up,” I said with a smile, just relieved she hadn’t figured out the
boys were here.
Mum just
looked at me, and then shook her head as she said “all right, just be careful,”
before she went back to her room.
As soon as
the door was closed, I tried the door to my room – only to find it locked. So I had to go back and get the spare key
from the kitchen, and come back up to unlock the door. Opening it, I slipped in and closed the door.
“Wlltssbbrttm!”
I slowly
turned to see Rachel sitting in a chair, looking at me over the band of tape
that covered the lower part of her head, and indicating her hands behind her
back.
“Come on...”
As soon as I
heard that, I left the room, locked the door and hid in the bathroom, trying
not to be heard as I watched - Frank and Freddie emerge from his room? They must have been in there when Mum went in
– but how the hell did they get away with not being seen?
I waited as
they crept downstairs, and then went to my room, opening the door and going
on. I didn’t dare turn the light on, in
case I disturbed Mum and Dad again, but I could see someone bound and gagged properly
on his bed. The clothes told me who it
was, so I knew where Patty was – but Fiona?
Suddenly, I
heard footsteps outside, so I grabbed a water pistol from Freddie’s toy trunk
and waited by the door.
“Any sign of her?”
I looked at Frank as he came out of
the kitchen, slowly shaking his head, and wondered how once again she had
managed to give us the slip.
“Where could she have gone? And Charlie for that
matter?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “unless...”
“Freddie?”
“Frank, we’re going to need another
gun. Can you quickly go and get it from my
toy box? I’ll keep looking for them
while you do that?”
Frank nodded as he headed up the staircase, and I looked in the downstairs rooms again.
“Oh you did, didn’t you,” I said as I
went to the cellar door and started to walk slowly down the stairs, my gun
pointing forwards. I smiled as I saw
Charlie sitting there, watching the television as he twisted round.
“So my sister got the better of you,”
I said as I came down, Charlie turning his head and looking at me over his gag.
“Is she in here?”
He shook his head as I looked at the
cuffs around his wrists. “Damn – I need
to get the keys from my room. Hang in
there...”
The door to
my room opened and closed, and I saw one of the boys using a mobile phone as a
torch, Patty looking at him as he made his way to the toybox. He didn’t hear me as I crept up behind him,
pushed the barrel of the toy gun against his back, and said “Hello Frank –
hands in the air please.”
“Gshheee,” Patty giggled as Frank raised his hands.
“Now, put a
cloth in your mouth and gag yourself in the appropriate manner.”
Nodding,
Frank picked up a clean hankie and put it in his mouth, before he tied a knot
in a towelling strip and used it as a cleave gag. Finally, he took a roll of white tape and
wrapped it tightly round his head.
“Good boy,” I
said to Frank with a smile. Looking at
Patty, I said “I need to take him to my room, or we all have our gooses
cooked. You all right like that for a
while?”
Patty nodded
as she wriggled round, and I looked out of the bedroom door. There was no sign of anyone, so I walked
Frank out, unlocked the door to my room and brought him in.
“Gtmmfrrlusse,” Rachel said as I closed and locked the door,
and said “sorry Rach – things to do.” Grabbing some rope, I pulled Frank’s hands
behind his back and crossed his wrists, securing them tightly together with
rope and then wrapping the rope around his waist.
I then tied
his arms tightly to his side, Rachel watching the whole time as she struggled
in the chair. “Gtmmtfthss,”
she called to as I tied the ropes off.
“Sorry Rachel
– I will come back and untie you, I promise, but I need to do this first,” I
whispered as I unlocked the door, checked the coast was clear, and marched
Frank back to Freddie’s room, locking my door behind me.
“Sit down,” I
whispered as I closed the door, and waited until he was sitting before I tied
his ankles together – securing them just in time to hear the soft footsteps...
I could not believe what was going on
as I made my way up the stairs. Louise
was still loose, and they captured Charlie?
Still, at least I knew where he was, and once I met up with Frank.
Smiling, I opened the door to my room
and slipped in, closing the door as I said “Frank? Have you found the gun yet? I found Charlie and I need the keys...”
Turning round, I say Patty still
hogtied on the bed – and then I saw Frank sitting on the floor, looking at me
over his tape gag, his arms bound and his ankles lashed together.
“Ah,” I said, realising what had
happened before I felt the gun at my back, and heard Louise saying “Surrender,
bro – hands in the air.”
“Aw damn,” I said as I slowly raised
my hands, and heard Louise giggle before she said “my room – and not a sound.”
We slipped out of my room and back to
hers, me watching as she unlocked her door – and where she had a spare key was
a story for another day – and took me inside.
“Hgrrt – nw?”
“Not yet, Rach,”
Louise whispered as she closed the door, and grabbed some rope, “I need to get
him secured first.”
For some reason, Rachel seemed fed up,
as she rolled her eyes and watched as Louise pulled my hands behind my back and
started to bind them together.
“We win,” she giggled as the rope went
between my wrists, “First I caught Charlie, then I caught Frank, and now I have
you. What was the idea – prove you could capture all of us?”
“Something like that” I said, “but you
haven’t won yet. We’ll get free and
capture you, and then all four of you will be our hostages.”
“Promises, promises,” she said as she
tied the rope round my waist, fixing my wrists to my back. “You were sneaky, but we were sneakier.” My arms were soon tied to my sides, before
Louise made me sit down, and tied my ankles together. Once she had his legs secured, she made my
lie on my stomach and hogtied me.
“What – no
snappy comeback,” I said as I held the folded cloth in front of Freddie’s
mouth.
“I will get my
revengenuummm,” he said as I stuffed the cloth in,
cleave gagged and then tape gagged him before I stood up.
“So – you
here, Frank in your room, Charlie downstairs – we win!”
I then knelt
next to Rachel and looked at her – and then looked at her again.
“Whtluuss? Nteemmm.”
“Hang on,” I
said as I stood up, “The boys are all tied and gagged, so are you, so is
Patty. I presume Fiona is somewhere else
as well – the spare bedroom? Anyway, I
think this triumph needs to be complete.”
I wondered what my sweet sister was thinking
of, as she looked at Rachel and said “I’m really sorry, Rachel, but you’ll need
to stay there just a little while longer.
I need to bring Charlie up to join these two in their humiliation.”
“Hfrthlffff
– ltmmggg.”
“I’m really sorry,” Louise said as she
went out, locking the door behind herself.
Rachel looked at me, with eyes alight with fire, and I just shook my
head.
IT was over, and we had lost. We were probably going to get a rocketing
from all the parents, and Mom and Dad would be mad as hell with me. But one thing was still true – it had been
fantastic fun!
I made my way
down the stairs, and then turned the television off before I went to the cellar
door. One more trip up, and then I could
untie the girls, and we could lord it over all three
of them.
“Sorry,
Charlie,” I said as I came down the stairs, “we have Frank and Freddie as well
now. Game over, you...”
I stood and
looked at the empty couch, wondering where Charlie had got to, before I felt
the toy gun against my back, and I slowly raised my hands...
“Aw no,” I
whispered as I felt Charlie pull my hands behind my back, and then the rope on
my wrists as he tied them together.
“You’re not
going to get away with this," I said as he wrapped the rope around and
between them, “The other girls are guarding Frank and Freddie, and they’ll come
looking for me soon. They can’t escape,
and neither can you. Give up now, untie my hands, and we won’t be too hard on you.”
There was no
reply, and as I saw him pass the rope around my waist and force my hands
against my back, I realised I had made a big mistake. I should have untied the girls – especially
Rachel, who probably is thinking of many new ways to torture me right now.
As I felt
Charlie tie off the rope, I said “Well, what do you say?”
Then he
jumped in front of me, and I saw he had his hands free, the cuffs hanging from
one wrist – and what was worse, he still had the gag on his mouth. Even worser, he
didn’t have a toy gun in his hand – he had a plastic rod, which he waved round
and then poked me with.
“Oh god – I
feel for the oldest trick in the book,” I said with a gasp, feeling very embarrassed
now as Charlie held a large cloth in front of my mouth. Nodding, I opened my mouth and allowed him to
push it in, before he took a strip of towel, tied a knot in it, and pushed the knot
in my mouth, hopping behind me as he tied the strip round my head.
My
humiliation – was complete.
“Nwwwht,” I mumbled as he hopped back round, then bent over
and untied his legs, before he showed me a spare handcuff key and removed the
cuffs from his other wrist. He must have
been given it by Freddie, and then got his arms free before I came down. Another thing to thank my
brother for.
Taking me by
the arm, he led me up the cellar stairs, all the time his gag in place, before
he turned the lights off and slowly opened the door. The hallway was empty, so he took me out and
we started to walk to the staircase – only to stop as we heard nearby footsteps
at the top.
Charlie
quickly pulled me into the front room, holding me with his hand clamped tightly
over my gagged mouth, his breath coming in short nasal gasps as he watched
through the crack in the open door.
I could tell
how afraid he was, as I saw Dad walking to the toilet and going in, and then
Charlie pulled me further in. His hand
over my mouth was actually trembling – and I was as well. I mean, I could have called out and Dad would
still have heard my muffled voice, and that would have been it – game over.
I wasn’t that
worried about myself however, as I heard Dad come out
and walk to the kitchen – it was the other boys, and how they’d feel left like
that...
His hand was
really pressing down now as we heard the fridge door open and close, and then
his footsteps as he walked past the door again and up the stairs. I was actually starting to sweat as we heard
a door open and close, before Charlie took his hand away and led me up the
stairs.
He had also
taken the key to my room from me, so I could only blush as he unlocked the
door, opened it and pushed me in, closing and locking the door before he turned
round to see Freddie bound and gagged.
I could tell
he was smiling, however, as he saw Rachel there.
“Hvngffn?”
They all
giggled as they heard him before he realised his mistake and took off his own
gag. “That’s better – sorry I took so
long, but I was watching my favourite program, and then – well, then Louise
showed up.” He helped me to sit on the
bed before he said “You want to be untied?”
“Hys,” Freddie said as I looked at him.
I had no idea how he had done it, but
he did it – and I never should have doubted Charlie, as he untied me and
removed my gag.
“Thanks,” I said quietly, “can you
excuse me for a few minutes? I need to
go and free frank, and then bring the other two girls in here.”
“Gotcha,” Charlie whispered as I went
out, and walked quietly back to my room, closing the door and using my phone as
a torch again.
“Whthppnnd,”
Frank said as I looked at him, and then started to remove the ropes.
“Charlie got free somehow,” I said as
Frank sat up and removed his gag, and I released Patty from her hogtie before I
untied her legs. “Listen – can you
escort Patty to Louise’s room? I need to
collect Fiona.”
“Gotcha,” Frank said as he opened the
door, looked out and then led Patty to the other bedroom. I waited until he had gone in, and then let
myself into the spare room.
Fiona was wriggling round,
her ankles tied the foot of the spare bed, and almost screamed when she saw me
there.
“Hush – I bring news,” I said as I
walked over and started to untie her legs.
“Whtnwsss?”
“We won,” I said with a smile as I led
her back to Louise’s room...
As my darling
brother walked Fiona in, and closed the door behind them, my heart really sank.
“So what are
we going to do with them,” Charlie said quietly as Frank took his phone out and
looked at it.
“Whatever it
is, decide fast,” he said quietly, “That’s Mark giving me a thirty minute
warning.”
“Plenty of
time – we can be back at your place in a minute,” Charlie said. “I think we should let them sleep tied up –
properly.”
I wasn’t sure
how I felt about that – especially when the started by untying my arms. Charlie and Freddie then brought my hands in
front of me, as Frank held out two sponges – and then I understood.
I watched as
he taped over my fists, and then covered them with socks before they boys taped
them to my arms. As Charlie and Freddie
re-tied my wrists, and then passed the rope around my waist, I realised all of
us were going to be like this, and said “Sreee” as I
realised they were tying the rope above and below my chest. It was meant o be
our mums or the older girls who did this, but none of us were in a position to
complain.
Normally, I
wouldn’t have minded either – but as the two boys passed some rope under my arms
and tightened the bands, I suddenly felt funny – funny peculiar, funny strange,
as the bands pressed on my chest. It was
annoying as I wriggled round, watching them bind my ankles and knees, but at
the same time, it was actually nice.
And
annoying.
And
nice.
And
annoying, as Charlie wrapped the white tape round my head.
“Tssstrrngg,” I mumbled as he looked at me, and then said
“Freddie, got any duct tape?”
I shook my
head, given my hair was uncovered, but Freddie took a roll from our box and
handed it over, Charlie smiling as he wound it tightly round my head, taking care
not to go over the edge of the white tape.
As it got tighter and tighter, I had to admit it felt really nice, and
once he had tied a folded black scarf over it, I knew I wasn’t going to be able
to do more than mumble.
I watched as
they untied Patty, making her stand as they untied her arms and started to
cover her hands as well. While they did
that, Frank helped me to hop over to the bed – and those ropes rubbed on me
even more, making me feel very strange as I lay down, and watched him tie my
ankles to the foot of the bed.
A few minutes
later, Patty was lying in her sleeping bag, wriggling and almost giggling under
the tight gag, while they took care of adding the extra layer of gag to Fiona,
and then re-tying her legs as she lay in her sleeping bag. As she looked at me, she raised an eyebrow as
she wriggled, and I could tell she was as confused as I was about how she felt.
Charlie then
untied Rachel from the chair, who looked at all of us and shook her head before
she ran to the toilet – but she returned a few minutes later, and soon she was
as secure as we were, lying on her side in the sleeping bag and looking at us.
“Two
minutes,” I heard Frank say, “we’d better get going.”
“Gotcha,”
Freddie said as he suddenly knelt down and kissed Fiona on her forehead, and
Charlie did the same to Rachel – and Frank did the same to me! I wriggled and felt the ropes rubbing again,
as Patty rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Sleep tight
girls,” Charlie said as he turned the light off, and left us there – trying to
get to sleep and not make a sound, as those ropes irritated the hell out of
me...
As we headed out of the back door, and
I locked it, we heard Mark hiss “Where have you been? We don’t have much time!”
“Sorry – things to do,” Frank said as
we sprinted back to the farmhouse, Eric watching us as we sprinted up the
stairs and got ready for bed. We barely
had time to get into our sleeping bags before he said “Mum and Dad are back,”
the headlights sweeping across the room as we settled in.
A few minutes later, we heard Frank’s
parents talking quietly to Mark outside, and then the lights went out, as I
said “Well done guys – we actually did it!”
“Yeah – time to sleep now,” Charlie
said, “we have work to do in the morning.”
“What sort of...” I never got an answer, as we fell quickly
asleep.
The next thing I knew was Charlie
gently shaking me, and as I opened my eyes I saw the sunlight starting to
appear.
“Whattimeisit,”
I mumbled.
“Quarter to five,” Charlie said
quietly, “get dressed – we need to get to your place and make sure the girls
can free themselves.”
“Fair point,” I said as I pulled some
clothes on, and we went downstairs, taking care not to wake anyone as we
slipped out of the farmhouse and back to my place.
Everything was quiet as I unlocked the
back door and we came in, sneaking up the stairs and back into Louise’s room. All four of them were asleep, dreaming of
something by the noises they were making, as I untied the scarf from Louise’s
mouth, and then started to remove the tape.
I could feel
something moving my head, and as I opened my eyes I was surprised to see
Freddie peeling the tape away, while Charlie was unzipping Patty’s sleeping
bag.
“Whtsgngng,” she mumbled as she peered at Freddie, who had
uncovered my cleave gag, and then looked at both of us.
“Time to
practice your escape skills – hope you enjoyed the evening,” Freddie said as
the two boys sneaked out of the room, leaving us looking at each other.
Eventually,
Patty started to try to sit herself up, but I could hear her moan softly, and
it took several attempts for her to get into a seated position, and then push
herself up onto her feet. I could see
why the boys had sneaked back to do this now, to give is a chance to get free
before my parents woke up.
Not that it
meant I wasn’t going to get my revenge, but I gave them credit for that, as I
worked my jaw and pushed the cloth out, the knotted scarf falling round my
neck.
“Okay Patty,”
I whispered, “can you come over and sit down with your back to me.”
She nodded
and jumped over, turning and then sitting down as I wriggled over – only to
pause as those ropes rubbed on me again, and I wondered what was happening...
Eventually,
however, I started to pick at the rope around Patty’s wrists, trying to undo
them as quickly as possible. In theory,
it should only have taken me a few minutes – but the way those ropes were
making me feel meant I had to stop several times, Patty looking over her
shoulder and raising an eyebrow as I lay there panting.
I wondered if
she knew what was going on – she had the same binding as me, after all – but pi
just tried to shake off the funny way I was feeling and went back to work.
It took
thirty minutes, but eventually I managed to loosen it enough for Patty to shake
her hands free. She turned to look at
me, said “fnkuuu” and then pushed the toher ropes around
her upper body, breathing a sigh of relief through her nose before she looked
at me.
“Let me see
your right arm,” I said, and as Patty leaned over I picked at the tape around
the top of the sock, peeling it off and then using my teeth to pull the sock
off her arm. I then picked away at the
tape, so that once it was away she could drop the sponge and then start to
uncover her left hand.
“Fantastic,”
I said as she shook her hands and looked at me, “can you untie me now, and we
can free the others?”
I looked at
Rachel and Fiona, who were watching us over their gags, while Patty nodded and
I rolled over so she could see the ropes.
I waited for a few minutes for her to start.
And
then a minute more.
“Patty,” I
said as I rolled over onto my side, “what do youfnnkkuewttngfr?”
I was taken
completely by surprise as she pushed the cloth back into my mouth, and then the
knotted towelling strip, tightening it around my head before she picked up the
roll of white tape lying on the floor and wrapped it round my head again – and
then the duct tape keeping it over the white band.
“Whtruudnng,” I mumbled as I looked at Patty, who just said
“trstmm” as she put the blanket back over me. I wriggled round, those ropes rubbing even
more, as I watched her look round and take the handcuffs from the top of the
drawers.
She hoped
back to her sleeping bag, sitting herself down and zipping it up from the
inside, before I heard the click of the handcuffs closing and she said “Gndhhtll.” Well, to
say I was miffed was putting it mildly, as I moved round, trying to get
comfortable and noticing the way those ropes were making me feel, rubbing on my
chest as my eyes slowly closed.
“Good morning
sleepy head.”
I opened my
eyes to see Mum standing over me, smiling as she removed the blanket and saw
how I was tied. “I thought you were
going to have a rope free night?”
“Chnchfpln,” Patty said as she looked at me from her
sleeping bag, Rachel and Fiona nodding in agreement. I watched as Mum walked over and unzipped
Fiona, looking at her before she said “so how did you all end up like this?”
I tried not
to scream in frustration as she released Rachel from the bag, both of them
struggling to sit up as she knelt by Patty and unzipped her bag.
“Oh I get it
now,” she said as Patty sat up, her wrists cuffed behind her, “you tied them up
and then took care of yourself?”
Patty nodded
as I looked at the clock, and saw it was just before nine o’clock.
“Okay then,”
Mum said as she picked up the key to the handcuffs from the table, and released
Patty’s wrists, “I guess that also explains the extra ropes. Well, you get yourselves untied – I’ll start
to sort some breakfast out.”
“Fnksmm,” I mumbled as Patty rubbed her wrists, and then
immediately started to untie me. I was
so glad when those double ropes came off – and yet I was also a little
disappointed. Perhaps next time...
Eventually,
she managed to unwrap my hands, and I started to
remove the tape and gag from my mouth as I ungagged
myself, and Patty removed her own gag.
“Patty, what
the...”
“Later,” she
said as we untied our legs, and then went to help Rachel and Fiona. They had been watching Patty the whole time,
and kept watching as we untied them and removed their gags as well.
“all right,
Patricia Pickering,” Rachel said as she found her glasses and put them on,
handing Patty’s to her, “as upset as I am with Louise for last night, what the
hell were you playing at earlier?”
“I had to,”
Patty said quietly as we looked at our wrists, “if your mum had found all four
of us as we were left by the boys, Louise, she’d ask who did it, and we’d have
had to tell her. It was only when Lou
released my arms that I realised that, so I re-gagged her and cuffed myself in
the sleeping bag.”
“Oh – I get
it now,” Fiona said. “That way, she
thought we decided to sleep this way after all, and you volunteered to do it.”
“That’s
right,” Patty said, “and I couldn’t explain because of the gag. This way, the boys don’t get the blame – but
I want to get them back so badly for this!”
“All right –
and I guess I deserve what you did for blowing last night,” I said quietly,
“I’m sorry Rachel and Fiona. I should
have untied you both, but I was so damned sure Charlie could not get free...”
“All forgiven
and forgotten,” Rachel said as we hugged each other, “now how about we get
ready and eat – I’m starving!”
“There you
are,” Mum said as we came in, “who wants bacon and eggs?”
“Please Mum,”
I said as we sat down.
“So did you
all enjoy yourselves last night?”
“OH YES,” we
all shouted.
“Well, can I
say one thing?”
“Yes, Mum?”
“If you’re
going to sleep like that – and I know you’ve all done it for one reason or
another – then at least tell me.”
“Sorry mum,”
I said as I drank some orange juice, “it was after I saw you last night and we came
to my room that we decided to do it.”
“Well, so
long as you do so in the future,” Mum said as she went to the stove.
Once we had
all eaten, we cleaned ourselves up and got changed, before we gathered in the
front room. We were all wearing jeans, jumpers
and Ugg boots.
“All right,”
Rachel said, “Given I spent almost the entire night locked in your room,
Louise, what else happened after I was snatched?”
“Well, you
weren’t first – I was,” Fiona said. “The
boys left me tied and handcuffed in Freddie’s room, but I saw a key for the
handcuffs on the chest of drawers, managed to move my chair and start to free
myself – I guess you’d been snatched by then Rachel.”
Between us,
over the next thirty minutes or so we managed to piece together what happened to
all of us – and one thought was growing in my mind.
Well two
actually. Patty voiced the first. “Gotta admit, it
was a lot more fun than watching films all night – they did well on that
count.”
“True,” I
said, “but...”
This, of
course, is when the phone rang. I went
out, picked up the handset and said “hello, Hobson house?”
As we all sat round the breakfast
table, we were looking at each other, wondering just how we had managed to
succeed the previous night despite everything.
We didn’t dare say a word – with their Mom and Pop taking as well, the
Cottrell boys just looked at me and Charlie.
Eventually, Mr Cottrell stood up and
said “Mark, Eric, come and give me a hand in the top
field. Frank, you stay with Charlie and
Freddie – but you do your share of the chores this afternoon.”
“Thanks Dad,” Frank said as they put
on their work boots, and the three of us, clad in sweatshirts and jeans, went
back up to Frank’s room to put the sleeping bags and things away.
“That was amazing last night,” Frank
said as we cleared the last of the things away, “I still can’t believe we did
it – and we won. Do you think they’re
all right?”
“They should be,” I said, “Charlie and
I sneaked over this morning and made sure Patty and Lou could free each other.”
“When?”
“Just before five,” Charlie said. “They should all be up and about by now
anyway – and given we haven’t heard an irate phone call from your parents
Freddie, I imagine everything is all right.”
“Might be wise to check though,” I
said as I took out my cell phone and dialled the home number. I watched the other two before I heard Louise
say “hello, Hobson house?”
“Louise, it’s
Freddie – how are things over there?”
“We’re good – and thanks for last
night, all of you.”
“So Mom and Dad don’t know?”
“No, we covered for you – but you owe
me Freddie. All three of you owe us.”
“Oh come on – you just said you
enjoyed it!”
“And we did...”
“Well, thanks for not squealing on us,
and for playing along. You’re the best,
Lou.”
“Good – I’ll see you later then.”
As I ended the call, we looked at each
other and then gave each other high fives – it had been the best night ever!
“Well,” Patty
said as I came back in.
“Freddie – he
says thanks to all of us for playing along and not dobbing them in.”
“Fine – but I
still want revenge – let’s go over to the farm and surprise them.”
I looked at
the other two, who nodded, so I went to the kitchen and said “Mum, can we go to
the Cottrell farm.”
“You’d better
call Mrs Cottrell and see if it is all right,” Mum said as she and Dad looked
up from the kitchen table. “If she’s
happy, I’m happy.”
Dad nodded to
show he agreed, before I went to the phone and dialled, hoping and praying it was
Frank’s mother who answered...
“Hello, this
is Linda Cottrell...”
Breathing a
sigh of relief, I said “Hello Mrs Cottrell, its Louise Hobson. I was wondering if it would be all right if
the girls and I came over to play with the boys today.”
“I don’t
think that will be a problem – Frank will have chores later, but not before
lunch. Do you want me to tell them
you’re coming?”
“No,” I said
with a smile, “we’ll make it a surprise for them – and thanks again Mrs
Cottrell.”
Putting the
phone down, I said “we’re on – get some supplies, and we’ll go in a few
minutes.”
As we walked
along the road, Patty said “so how are we going to do this?”
“I’m not sure
yet,” I said, “did you bring the water pistols?”
“In the bag,”
Rachel said as she held up the rucksack, “so we find them, capture them, and
then gloat over them?”
“That’s about
the size of it,” I said with a smile.
“So what are we going to do until
lunch,” I said as I looked at Frank.
“Well, I don’t need to do anything
round the farm, but we could go out to one of the barns, see what we can do in
the straw.”
“Isn’t that dangerous,” Charlie said.
“Not at the moment – it isn’t too
high, and so long as we don’t try and burrow into it we’ll be fine,” Frank said
as he pulled his shoes on. “Come on...”
We went out of the house and over to
the stables first, where Trojan had his large head out over the door.
“Hey there,” I said as I patted his
nose, and Charlie took his phone out.
“Ah – I need to nip home for a few
minutes – I won’t be long,” he said as he sprinted out towards the path to his
house.
“Want to go to the barn,” Frank said
as I stroked Trojan’s nose.
“I’ll be around in a minute,” I said
as I looked at Frank, “don’t worry I won’t be long.”
As we went up
the farm road, I saw the three boys coming out of the house, so we held back a
few minutes hoping they would not see us.
When it was clear they hadn’t, the four of us followed at a distance and
waited until we saw Charlie move to go across the field.
“Aww,” Rachel said quietly, “I hope he’s coming back...”
“Crush much,”
Patty said as she looked at her friend, before we had to stop ourselves from
laughing out loud. We then made our way
past the farmhouse, as I looked round the corner to see Freddie talking to the
horse Trojan.
“Where’s
Frank,” I said as I looked round.
“I see him –
he’s gone to a barn over here,” Fiona said as she looked round the corner
behind us.
“Right,
Rachel, Patty, you watch Freddie, and whistle if he starts to come round,” I
said as I took the rucksack, “Frank’s first.”
Fiona and I
walked slowly along the back of the building, and looked in the barn behind
it. Frank was standing there, his back
to us as he looked at some bales of straw.
Taking the water pistol out of the rucksack, I walked up behind him, and
put my hand over his mouth.
“Whtthtt,” he mumbled before I said “Well done, Frank – it’s payback time.”
Fiona smiled
as she said “Hello Frank – hands behind your back, very slowly please.”
“You know
Freddie will be around any minute?”
“I’m counting
on it,” I said as I took a length of cord and tied his wrists together behind
his back, making sure it went around and between his arms, and then tied it
off.
As I did
this, Fiona was rolling up a black bandana and tying a knot in the middle of
it. “Open wide,” she whispered into his
ear, and smiled as he allowed her to push the cotton knot between his lips, and
then tie the ends together at the base of his neck.
“Go and sit
on the bales over there,” I said, gently pushing him in that direction and
watching as he sat down, before I tied his ankles together, and Fiona his legs
below his knees.
As I tied the
knot off, we heard Patty whistle, and quickly moved to stand either side of the
barn doors...
“Well, I’d better go and see what
Frank’s up to,” I said as I patted Trojan’s nose again, “see you later?”
I started to walk round, waving to
Mark and Eric as they worked in the pig sty, and then approached the entrance
to the barn.
“Hey Frank – sorry I got...”
I stopped as I saw Frank sitting on a
bale of hay, looking at me, over a knotted cleave gag, his legs tied and his
hands behind his back.
“Okay,” I said quietly as I looked
around, and then came in, “where are they?”
“Right behind you,” I heard my darling
sis say as I felt a toy water pistol against my back.
“Ah,” I said quietly as I raised my
hands, “I should have expected something after last night. Sleep well?”
“Very well,” Louise said as Patty and
Rachel came in, “so what happens now?”
“We make sure you two cannot warn
Charlie,” I say as the other two walk to Frank and start to tie his arms to his
sides, “so, hands behind your back – please.”
“You know, of course, this means war,”
I said, but I smiled as Fiona crossed and tied my wrists together behind my
back, and then started to tie my arms to my sides.
“Round his upper arms as well,” Louise
said to all three of them, “I want them to feel what we felt last night.”
“You as well, eh,” Fiona said,
watching her nod as we both had ropes around their arms, stomach and shoulders
tightly applied. I had no idea what they
were talking about – they said they had enjoyed last night, but something had
annoyed them as well?
“Sit next to Frank,” Fiona said, so I
walked over, watching as she tied my ankles and my legs below my knees, and
then opening my mouth as Patty pulled a knotted bandana between my teeth as
well.
“Two down,” she said as she looked at
us, “and I know just the punishment for both of them.”
“And that is?”
Frank and I looked at each other as
she pulled off our shoes and socks – and then we knew, as they started to
tickle our feet, and we wriggled around.
Well, tried desperately to get out of
the way would be a better way of putting it, as they spent the next twenty
minutes tickling us mercilessly. I was
beginning to think I would never get free from this, when I saw salvation
appear in the barn doorway.
We were all
so preoccupied with tickling the two of them, for a few minutes we forgot that there
were three of them the previous night.
The reminder
came when Rachel stepped back, still giggling at the two boys as they wriggled
round – and then we heard her giggles suddenly become muffled.
We turned
round to see Rachel standing in front of Charlie, her eyes looking at him as he
covered her mouth with his hand.
“Well now,”
he said as he looked at us, “I see you decided to go for revenge after last
night. Is that right Rachel?”
I was
astounded to see how much she – well, almost melted as she nodded her head.
“Well, I
suppose I’ll have to secure all four of you before I free them,” he said as he
looked at Frank and Freddie, “after all, they look as if they need a time
out...”
“Well, I
think there may be a different approach, O brother of mine.”
I looked over
Charlie’s shoulder as he slowly raised his hands, and smiled as I saw Lisa and
Cassie standing there. Both girls were
wearing padded jerkins over sweaters and jeans, Cassie in a pair of short black
leather boots and Lisa wearing a pair of trainers.
“Dad asked us
to bring something round to Mr Cottrell,” Lisa said quietly, “but we saw you
walking back here, and followed you.”
“This looks
interesting,” Cassie said as she looked at our two captives, “what’s going on
Patty?”
“Just a nice
simple piece of revenge,” Patty said as Rachel walked behind Charlie, and
pulled his wrists behind his back before she took some cord from Fiona and
started to tie his wrists together.
“Oh yeah –
what did they do,” Lisa said as she watched Rachel binding her boyfriend.
“Not much,” Charlie
said, “just raided their sleepover a little...”
“Oh that
deserves everything you’ve got coming,” Louise said with a smile, watching as
Rachel bound his arms, made him sit next to the other two and gagged him,
before she tied his legs and then removed his socks and shoes.
“Now then,”
Rachel said as we high fived each other, “about last night, and leaving me tied
in the chair like that...”
“Fun as this
would be to watch,” Cassie said, “we need to take these things to the house.”
“Oh yeah –
back in a few minutes,” Lisa said as they left us to torture our captors of the
previous night...
It was after
we had been tickling them for about fifteen minutes that we took a break.
“Look,” I
said as we turned our backs to the boys, “there’s something I meant to ask
about last night...”
“What’s
that,” Rachel said as she glanced over at Charlie.
“When they
tied us for bed, and we had those extra ropes on our chest...”
“Yes?”
“Well – did
they feel funny to you as well?”
“You too,”
Fiona said as she looked at me, “I thought I was the only one. The tingly feeling when they were rubbing...”
“The way you
wanted to gasp out and make them stop,” Patty said, “and then you didn’t?”
“And how warm
and scared it made you feel at the same time?”
Fiona and I
looked at Patty and Rachel, before we said “Why didn’t either of you say
anything?”
Patty blushed
and said “it’s not the first time I felt that way. You want it to stop – and then when it does...”
“You want it
to happen again,” Rachel nodded and blushed as she spoke.
“OOOOkay – we can talk about this later,” I said, “once we
figure out why Cassie and Lisa had not come back as they had promised.”
“Maybe they
got offered a drink by Mrs Cottrell,” Fiona said as we stopped and let them
recover.
“Or maybe Jay
Edwards has struck again,” Patty said – earning her a well earned kick from
Rachel.
“Come on
Rachel,” Fiona said, “we’ll go and see what’s keeping them.”
We watched
them walk towards the house, and looked back at Freddie and his
co-conspirators, who were slowly getting their breath back.
“Think
they’ve had enough torture?”
“Oh I don’t
know – I think they can take a little more, don’t you?”
“Hgddnmmrmrr,” Frank said as he tried to move out of the
way, only for Patty to grab his legs and start tickling him again. I gave Charlie a break for a while and
started on Freddie.
Well, what
are sisters for?
Ten minutes
and three exhausted boys later, Patty noticed the lack of return of our
friends.
“Mbbehshr,” Freddie said as he looked at me.
“You three
stay right there,” I said as I looked at them, “we’ll be right back.”
Patty and I
walked back across the yard to the farmhouse, opening the door to the farmhouse
and walking in.
“Hello
girls,” Mrs Cottrell said, “would you like to stay for lunch? I’ll call your mother and let her know.”
“Thanks,” I
said, “have you seen the other girls?”
“No, I’m
afraid I haven’t,” was the reply. “Maybe
Mark has seen them.”
“Okay – thank
you,” Patty said as we turned to go back out of the house – only to find Eric
blocking our way.
“Hey –
looking for the others?”
“We are,” I
said as I looked at him, “have you seen them?”
“Oh yes we
have,” we heard Mark say behind us, and as we turned round we saw the toy
pistol in his hand. Looking at each
other, we raised our hands and made our way into the front room – where four
very tightly bound and gagged friends were sitting looking at us.
“Now,” Mark
said as he stood in front of us, and Eric took our hands behind our backs,
“where are they?”
“Tssnffrfnmssufgtsnte,”
Charlie mumbled as we tried to free each other.
Patty and my darling sis had gone about fifteen minutes before, and
there was no sign of them returning.
Not that Charlie was having much luck,
as Frank shook his head and watched us struggling. My real problem was I figured it was going to
get close to lunchtime, and I did not want the embarrassment of having to be
freed by them.
Or by Frank’s mother.
Although, as it turned out, there was
a worse alternative.
“They’re in here, Mark.”
All three of us looked to the barn
doors to see Eric standing there, trying hard not to laugh as Mark appeared
behind him.
“You know, by all rights I should
leave the three of you here,” he said as they came in, “for being stupid enough
not to realise the girls would try and get their revenge today. Especially you, Freddie – Louise is your
sister after all!”
I had to admit he was right about that
as he looked at us. “And then you’ve got
Patty and Rachel – two of the best tiers in that group. Seriously, give me one good reason why I
should untie you, and not tell Mum and Dad?”
“Bcssurragdsprt?”
Mark looked at Charlie shaking his
head as he said “all right – you can thank the two of us later for keeping the
girls out of the way.”
“Whtdumnn?”
“We’ll show you,” Eric said as they
started to untie us, “once you’ve got your shoes and socks back on. The chickens have been out for a little
while.”
We took a moment to sort ourselves
out, and then followed the two of them to the farmhouse. As we came in, Mr Cottrell said “Shoes off
and wash your hands – lunch will be in a few minutes. Have you seen the girls?”
“We’ll tell them,” Mark called out as
we went into the front room – and had to stop ourselves from laughing as we saw
the six girls, sat in the chairs, their hands behind their backs and tape bands
around their stomachs, legs and ankles.
Strips of silver tape were also over their mouths.
“Okay,” Mark said, “honour is
satisfied on both sides. Truce?”
The girls looked at each other and
nodded, while Eric picked up a pair of scissors.
“Good, because I’m hungry. Cut them free Eric – and everyone wash their
hands. It’s lunchtime.”
“Well, I
think it’s been a good couple of days, don’t you?”
Freddie and I
were in the living room – Charlie had collected his things and gone home, and
the girls had all returned after thanking Mum and Dad for the sleepover. They had nipped out for a few minutes to get
some things for tea, leaving us watching the television.
“Yeah, I
suppose so,” I said as I looked at Freddie, “even if you gave us heart attacks
several times over.”
“Oh come on,”
Freddie said as he pulled a length of rope out, and started to tie my wrists
together behind my back, “you enjoyed it really. It’s like a roller coaster ride – the thought
terrifies you, but once you’re on...”
“Once you’re
on,” I said as he pulled the rope between my arms and tied it off, and then
took another length of rope while I put my legs on his lap, “you can’t do anything
else except enjoy it. But last night...”
“I’m sorry if
we ruined things for you,” he said as he started to tie my ankles together.
“It’s not
that – like I said, it made for a really fun time – but I was worried sick you
were going to leave us for Mum and Dad to find in the morning, and explain how
we managed to do what happened.”
I wasn’t
going to tell him the real reason was the way those ropes they had tied on had
bothered me – that was a question for Mum or someone else.
“We sneaked
back and started to sort things out, didn’t we?”
“You could
have told me, you know.”
“Well, it
worked out in the end, didn’t it?”
“I suppose
so,” I said with a smile, “just watch it next time, all right?”
“Next
time? Another sleepover to raid?”
“Freddie Hobson,
I swear I...”
“Hush,”
Freddie said as we heard a car stop outside, and he slapped a strip of duct
tape over my mouth, looking over the back of the couch as the front door
opened, and Dad came in.
“Dinner in
thirty minutes – you will untie her then, Freddie?”
“Sure Dad,”
Freddie said with a smile as I nodded.
Getting off
the couch, Freddie looked at me and said “look – let me make it up to you.”
“Hwww?”
He turned on
the television, and found a channel that was showing Totally Spies, sitting down
and watching it with me as I cuddled into him.
That was nice of him, given he absolutely hates this show – but he sat
and watched it with me.
Maybe he
isn’t that bad a brother after all...
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