Star Struck
“There you
are,” Rachel said as she came in, putting her glasses on after she had wiped
them, “where have you been hiding this last week?”
“In bed,
recovering from the flu,” I said as I stood up, “but I’m a lot better now. Seems all of us have had it over the last two
or three weeks, but at least Aunt Cassie avoided it.”
I was wearing a
grey jumper and joggers, with a pair of trainers, while Rachel had on a blue
tracksuit and trainers. This sleepover
had been organized a few weeks ago, but with the bug that had been going round
the school it had been postponed until now.
But it was Friday night, and I was well enough now to take part.
“Where’s your
bag,” I said as we sat down.
“Your mum is
taking it to your room – she says she’s going to go and get some KFC for tea
tonight,” Rachel said as she swung her legs to and fro, “so what are we going
to do until then?”
“Want to watch
some cartoons?”
“Yeah,” she
said as Mum came in. “I need to pick up
a few things, and I’ll get the tea on the way home,” she said with a smile,
“can I trust you two to behave?”
“Can you tie us
both up Mom?”
“A little – not
the full job, just your wrists and legs, all right?”
“I guess so –
if you tie us in our sleeping bags tonight?”
“All right,”
Mum said as she left for a few minutes, and came back with some lengths of
rope. She tied my wrists together in
front of me, and then tied my ankles together side by side, as well as my legs
below my knees, before she tied my wrists to my legs. I watched as she did the same to Rachel, and
then handed me the remote for the television.
“I should not
be too long,” she said with a smile as she grabbed her handbag, and then went
out of the house. We looked out of the
window as our Bug drove off, and then I selected a cartoon to watch.
“So have you
seen Cassie or any of the others?”
“Cassie and
Jenny came to see me while I was ill – they were looking better as well. I heard she was going out with Bobby tonight
– it’s his school disco.”
“Well, that’s
good – but I’d rather be here,” Rachel said with a smile as we watched Scooby
Doo: Mystery Incorporated.
“So which
version of Scooby Doo do you like the most,” Rachel said, “this one or the new
one?”
“Oh definitely
this one,” I said with a smile, “I mean...”
As I wriggled
round, I accidentally changed the channel to CBBC, and Newsround came on.
“Hey – why is
there a picture of Debbie Dee on the screen,” Rachel said as the opening
credits ran.
“I don’t know,”
I said as I picked the remote up in my hand and turned up the volume.
“First today,
police have confirmed that Debbie Dee, the star of Debbie Knows It All, has
disappeared, and is feared kidnapped.
The twelve year old Debbie was last seen at a store signing of a book
based on the hit television series, when she went to a rest room, and was not
seen again. Police have asked anyone who
may have seen anything to...”
“Oh dear,”
Rachel said as she looked at me, “who would try to kidnap her?”
“Well,” I said
as I wriggled round, “she is popular – I love Debbie Knows It All!”
“Yeah – and she
was good on that quiz show as well. I
hope she’s all right...”
“Hey – maybe she’s
met one of the ones who took us.”
“What – Jay
Edwards?”
“No – he’s not
a kidnapper,” I said with a smile as I turned it back to the cartoons.
“Did you hear
the news about Debbie Dee, Mum,” I asked as she zipped up my sleeping bag. My wrists were crossed and tied in front of me,
and there were ropes around my arms and tummy, my chest, my ankles and my
legs.”
“I did,” Mum
said as she checked and zipped up Rachel, and then smoothed a length of tape
over her mouth. “Now, sleep well, and I’ll
see you both in the morning.”
“Fnkssmm,” I
said after she had taped my lips over, and she turned the lights off, the two
of us settling down to sleep...
“Well, that was
an interesting service,” Rachel said as we came back in from the early service
at the church, Mum closing the door behind us.
I was wearing a light blue summer dress, with a skirt that came down
over my knees, while Rachel had on a pale green one. Both of us were wearing white socks and black
flat shoes, while Mum had on a blue skirt and jacket with white shoes.
“Right – I’m
going to sort out a snack,” Mum said, “what are you girls planning to do for
the rest of the day?”
“I’m not sure
yet,” I said honestly, “we’ll decide after we eat.”
“Okay then –
come and sit at the table,” Mum said, and we had a drink and a slice of cake. When we had finished, I said “We’ll do the
dishes mum – you go and have a sit down.”
“Well, if you
insist,” Mum said with a smile as she went into the front room, I started to
wash the dishes, and Rachel picked up a tea towel.
“So what are we
going to do this afternoon,” she said as she picked up a glass.
“Well,” I said,
“where are Louise and Fiona today?”
“I think
they’ve been over at the Cottrell farm, helping out with something for the
church fete they are going to,” Rachel said.
“And they’re
over there all day?”
“Yeah – why, do
you want to go over?”
I nodded and
then grinned. “Hey – want to walk over
bound and gagged?”
Rachel looked
at me, and told me her answer with a grin.
“You’re on,” she said quietly.
“Great – let me
go and ask Mum first, and then we can call Charlie over to take care of
us.” I knew Rachel would agree to do
that – Charlie been her Darling and all that...
We finished
doing the dishes, and then as Rachel went up to my room I went into the front
room.
“Mum – will it
be all right if Rachel and I head over to the Cottrell farm this afternoon?”
“Of course you
can,” Mum said, “but be back by six.
Tomorrow is a school day.”
“All right
Mum,” I said as I left and went upstairs, heading to the toilet before I joined
Rachel in my room. “Cassie gave me
something that are going to be of great use here.”
I went to the
wardrobe and took out two knitted ponchos, laying them on the bed as Rachel
grinned.
“Listen –
change of plan,” I said with a smile, “you tie me up first, and then call
Charlie over to bind you. He can then
escort us to the path.”
“Now that
sounds like a plan,” Rachel said as she put her hands under the bed, and drew
out my supplies box. Opening the lid,
she took out two sponge balls and handed them to me, smiling as I made two
fists and then tearing the end loose from the roll of duct tape before she
started to cover them.
I watched as
she then pulled a pair of white socks up over them, and taped them to my
arms. She then guided my wrists behind
my back, and I have to confess a little thrill of excitement ran through me as
I felt Rachel start to tie my wrists together.
I can’t explain
it – it’s that knowledge I would not see my hands again for a few hours, and I
loved that thought. I still remember
when Cassie and Jenny first tied me up, and how excited that made me feel.
I was older
now, and I had to admit that feeling was still there – but sometimes, depending
on how I was tied, there were new feelings that I had experienced as well. I remained calm on the outside, but inside my
gut was doing a little dance, especially as Rachel passed the rope around my
waist so that my wrists were secured to my back. She then cinched the band by passing the
ropes between my back and wrists, and then tied them off. She then took some rope around my stomach and
secured my arms in a double figure of eight, then below my chest, and finally
over my shoulders.
“I’m not going
to tighten them,” she said quietly, “we’re going to be walking after all.” I nodded and twisted round, but it was tight,
and I loved the way it made me feel.
“What are you
doing,” I said as Rachel knelt down.
“Your ankles –
why?”
“We’re walking
– remember?”
“Oh yeah –
meeting the girls at the farm,” Rachel said with a grin as she took her mobile
phone and dialled a number.
“Charlie? It’s Rachel – are you busy just now?
“You’re
not? Well, can you come round to Patty’s
house for a little while? We want to
walk over to the Cottrell farm – but we want to do it...
“Yeah, that’s
right – so can you come and help me get ready?
Patty’s done.
“Great – see
you in a few minutes!”
“So he’s on his
way,” I said with a grin as Rachel ended the call.
“Oh yes – so
gag?”
“Well – it’s a
warm, dry day,” I said with a smile, “I don’t think we can wear a coat with the
ponchos anyway – so let’s sort out what we want for the gags, and then take
them in a bag with us. Charlie can take
care of us before we go in the woods.”
“Okay then –
let’s pack a bag...”
I sat down on
the bed and watched as Rachel put the things we would need into a drawstring
bag, before I said “I was listening to the news this morning on the radio, and
they said Debbie Dee was still missing.”
“The family
still have had no word?”
“They didn’t
say, but her mother sounded upset before we left. I mean, to snatch her from a public place?”
“I know – she
must be close to the book store, but to have heard nothing.”
“How much do
you think they have asked for as a ransom?”
“A lot I
imagine,” I said as Rachel sat down, “given nothing has been said. So how do you think they’ll have her tied
up?”
“Properly the
way you are, and I’m going to be,” Rachel giggled, “to make sure she can’t
escape.”
“I don’t know,”
I said as I shook my head, “Remember when those men snatched us from the park,
and we ended up at that house across town?”
“Oh yeah – you
had to teach them what to do, and then Jay Edwards turned up!”
“Exactly – the
times we have been kidnapped, we ended up teaching them what to do. We even taught Jay Edwards a thing or two the
first time we met him – well, Cassie did I suppose, but I helped.”
“I’ll never
forget that weekend – it was the first time I was really tied up as well,”
Rachel said with a sigh.
“Anyway, I bet you
Debbie would not know what to do to escape – chances are she’s as well tied up
as she was on the show.”
“So they think
the fact she’s scared out of her wits would be enough,” Rachel said, “that
actually makes...”
The ringing of
the doorbell made her jump up, me laughing and shaking my head as she rand own
the stairs, and came back up with our good, good friend Charlie
Williamson. He was wearing a black and
white rugby shirt and jeans, shaking his head as he came in and said “So, why
exactly did I have to rush round here?”
“We need your
help,” I said, “the two of us want to go to the Cottrell’s farm – but we want
to walk there with our arms tied and gagged.”
“Ooookay,”
Charlie said, “so let’s run through things.
Arms tied?”
“That’s right,”
Rachel said, “you cover us both up with the ponchos after you tie me in the
same way I tied Patty.”
“Well, that
would work,” Charlie said as he stroked his chin, “gagged in public?”
“Well,” I said,
“we carry what we need in the bag, and then when we get to the start of the
path, you gag us there.”
“And then we
all walk to the farm?”
“No – we walk
to the farm, you go home,” I said as I looked at him.
“That I’m not
sure about,” Charlie said as he looked at us.
“Oh come on,
Charles Edward Williamson,” Rachel said as she looked at him, “are you saying
we can’t do it?”
“Oh I know you
can both do it, Rachel Annabelle Rigg,” Charlie said, “I just don’t know if I
should.”
“I won’t tell
if you won’t.”
He looked at
Rachel, then smiled as he said “all right then – let’s get you ready,” Rachel
grinning as he said this. Honestly, the
way he speaks to us sometimes, you feel as if you would let him do anything...
“All right,
here we are,” Charlie said a few minutes later as we got to the path through
the woods. Both Rachel and I had the
ponchos he had placed over us, covering our arms, while we had been talking
about our plans for the next few weeks.
“Let’s duck in here and I’ll get you ready.”
We walked into
the trees, and then off to one side as Charlie opened the bag, and took out
first two folded cloths. “Right – any
last words.”
“Thank you for doing
this Charlie,” Rachel said as she looked at him. I rolled my eyes and said “yeah, thanks”
before we both opened our mouths, and he gently pushed the cloths into our
mouths, and made sure sat behind our teeth.
He then took two strips of towelling, tied knots in the middle, and used
them as cleave gags to keep the cloths in place.
I have to
admit, it gave me thrill as Charlie then found the white tape, and wound it
tightly round our mouths, making us more and more silent. I looked at Rachel, and saw that she had her
eyes closed, humming to herself as he wound the white tape round.
The silver duct
tape was next, the white edges on either side, and then he folded scarves in
the same colour as our dresses and tied them around our heads as well.
“Okay – that
should do the job,” he said as he kissed Rachel on the cheek, her muffled
giggle the only response as she wriggled round.
“Now, are you two sure you are going to be all right?”
We both nodded
as we turned and re-joined the path, walking down as Charlie watched, for a
moment, shaking his head. I mean, it
wasn’t as if we hadn’t walked down this path countless times ourselves – both
free and bound and gagged. It’s just we
wanted to do this this way, by ourselves, for the first time. I bet even Cassie had not done it on her own!
The path was
cool as we walked along, trying to talk to each other, but at the point where
the path turns to the right I stopped and looked round for a moment. Rachel looked at me, and mumbled “whtrufnkn?”
I was looking
to my left, at a little gap in the trees.
There was a small grass covered path there, but we had never tried to
find out where that path led. After all,
why would we when we were on our way to the farm?
As Cassie says,
however, if I was a cat I would have used up at least seven of my lives, so I
looked at Rachel and said “Wnntsplr?”
“Hnnn – cmmnn,”
she mumbled as she turned and started to walk down the path – and then turned
round to see me looking down the narrow path.
“Cmmnn,” I mumbled as I indicated the path, and then
started to walk down it, Rachel shaking her head as she came after me. The path was just wide enough for us to walk
single file, and there were high bushes on either side, some of the branches
brushing against our faces as we walked along.
The gags, however, meant all we felt was the brushing and nothing else.
As we walked
along, we came across a few fences that seemed to block the way, but as we got
closer we could see gaps that had been put in the fence to allow people to pass
through, so we moved sideways through them.
The path, however, just seemed to keep going on and on, so we kept
going. I know I was excited to see where
it led, even if we were discovered now...
After about
half an hour, the path opened out onto what looked like a farm road, and as we
both turned to the left we could see an old farmhouse a few yards further up.
“Wnddrrhlfsthr,”
I heard Rachel say, and I had to admit I was curious as well – but we had a
more immediate problem. The hedge on the
other side of the road had no gap, and there was always the possibility we
could be seen.
“Cnttgnefrfr,”
I mumbled, “bsttrrnbk.”
Rachel nodded
and we turned to go back down the path – but then she looked at me, as we both
heard a vehicle coming down that road.
We both went back into the trees, and sat behind a bush to watch. We could see the whole road up to the house
through the bush itself, Rachel and me controlling our breathing as a black
transit van drove down to the house.
As we looked,
the van stopped, and two men came out.
They were big men, and looked strong, both of them wearing black leather
jackets, but there was something funny about their heads – it was only as they
turned round after closing the doors that both Rachel and I saw they were
wearing ski masks!
One of them
went to the door of the house, while the other one walked round and opened the
doors of the van. I watched as a third
man came out with the first one, and between them they took something out of
the van.
No – someone,
someone wearing a blue long sleeved dress, dark tights and black ankle boots,
someone with rope holding her ankles together, and her hands behind her back,
someone with tape covering her mouth, but looking at her I knew I could get it
off in a matter of minutes.
Someone with
long red hair...
“Ptteee,”
Rachel said beside me, “ssntnthtdbbide?”
I nodded,
because I had recognised her as well – it was Debbie Dee!
We watched as
the men carried her into the house, and then came back out, one of them getting
into the back of the van as the other two went in the front. We watched as they turned the van round, and
then made their way back down the road.
“Hmggddd –
wndndtllsmn,” Rachel said as she looked at me, but I had been doing the sums in
my head. Two men in the van had driven
up, and a third in the house – and three had driven away. Which meant they had left Debbie in the
house, probably tightly bound and gagged so she could not raise the alarm...
“Nddnntgn,”
Rachel said, rolling her eyes as I looked out and saw the van going down the
road. I motioned to her to follow me,
and then started to make my way up the road towards the farmhouse.
“Ndddlstphrr,”
Rachel mumbled, but she followed me as we walked slowly up to the house. It was an old two storey home, and as we both
walked round the outside we could see the windows were dirty, and old heavy
curtains were drawn on the inside, covering the glass panes.
“Frdnlee,” Rachel
mumbled, as I kept walking round, and we eventually came to the back door. I looked at Rachel, she looked at me, and
mumbled “hcmmnnuwldnnttt...” But I did,
as I lifted my foot and very gently pushed on the door.
The last thing
I expected was for the door to open, creaking slightly as it moved
inwards. We looked at each other, and
there was that understanding that only comes from good friends who trust each other. Rachel nodded, turned to walk down the path –
and I swear, I could hear her sigh of exasperation as I made my way into the
house.
She followed me
in, however, as we went through a kitchen and into a hallway. There were a few doors that went off, and we
looked in a dining room, what looked like a living room with couches, seats and
a television, and then a room that had a ping pong table set up inside.
“wntwgm?”
I looked at
Rachel, who was shaking her head and giggling, before we went out of the room
and looked at the front door. There was
a staircase to one side, so we both started to walk up, the stairs creaking
slightly as we did so.
When we reached
the top of the stairs, we could see a bathroom on the left hand said, and the
hallway with doors going off. We could
hear noises behind one, so I backed up and pushed the door in...
As I backed in,
Rachel looked over my shoulder, and said “hmmmswtlrddshrr.”
“Hruuuu?”
I turned round
as Rachel followed me in, and we both looked at Debbie Dee, who was staring
wide eyed at us. She was sat in a wooden
chair, and I could see the rope around her waist, holding her to the chair
back. She was swinging her bound ankles
to and fro, with the tape covering her mouth, but the shock on her face as she
saw us was plain to see.
We both slowly
walked round her, and I could see the way her wrists were tied would be
ridiculously simple to undo. As I tried
to, however, I remembered there was a problem with that – my tied and covered
wrists for one thing, and as Rachel shook her head I realised it was a silly
thing to do.
“Wffgttgndrslrm,”
Rachel said as she stared at me, and she was right on this one. “Lllbbkk,” I said as we left the room, and
walked quickly down the stairs, along the hallway, through the kitchen, out of
the back door – and straight into one of the men as he looked at us.
“What the... Where on earth did you two appear from,” he
said as he looked at us through the eyeholes in his mask, before he turned us
round and made us walk back through the kitchen, and into a downstairs
room. There was an old couch there, with
a cover over it, so he looked at us and said “both of you sit down there.”
We looked at
each other, knowing we didn’t have a lot of choice in this, so we walked over
and sat down, watching as he picked up two lengths of cord from a table and
knelt in front of us. “Where on earth
did you two appear from,” he said as he tied our ankles together, and then
stood up.
“Where did who
appear fro... Who are they?”
We looked at
the two other masked men, who were carrying paper bags, and we could see a
couple of bottles sticking out of the top of one of them.
“I have no idea
– I was going to open the back door when they ran out. What do you think?”
“This is
Holderness – they must have been kidnapped by someone else, or escaped after
been tied up by some gang of robbers,” the third man said as he put the bag
down on a low table, and looked at us.
“I heard this
town had a reputation Three,” the man who had caught us said, “but this? Who would do this to a couple of young
girls?”
“Whoever it was
Two,” the other man said, “I think they must have managed to get their legs
free, and then come looking for help.
Their bad luck they picked this house.”
“I think I know
who did this, One,” the man they called Three said.
“Oh – who?”
“Jay Edwards –
this is his style of binding. Poor kids
must have run out and left their other family to get help.” Three looked at us, and then looked up,
before he said “You’ve been upstairs haven’t you?”
Rachel and I
looked at each other, and both nodded as Two said “Dammit – all right, go and
bring her down. We’ll let all three of
them have something to eat.”
One nodded and
went out of the room, going up the stairs as the other two looked at us. A few minutes later, he came back, Debbie in
front of him before she sat on the couch next to us. She looked at us, and then put her head down
as he said “you two are going to have to stay with us now until we get the
ransom for this young lady here. Sorry,
but your family will have to wait a while longer.”
We looked at
each other, then at Debbie who only had her wrists tied behind her back, before
we both nodded. I had an idea – I just
had to hope they did not catch on...
“We’ll untie
them first,” Two said as he and Three walked behind us, and we felt them remove
our ponchos. “Oh yeah,” Three said as
Debbie stared at the ropes around our arms and body, “this is Jay Edwards all
right. It’s unmistakeable.”
“Why on earth
does he do this to kids,” One said as we both felt the ropes slacken around our
arms, “it’s exaggerated, too much. After
all, she can’t escape with her hands tied behind her back, and that’s all
that’s needed.”
Debbie watched
as our arms and wrists were untied, and Two said “dear god – bad enough they’re
tied like that, but look at their hands.”
Her eyes widened even more as we brought our hands round, and the two
men started to unwrap the tape from them.
“I can
understand him and his gang doing this to adults – they will try to escape,”
One said as he watched, “but little girls?
No way...”
We didn’t say a
word as our hands emerged, and we flexed our fingers while Two and Three
removed the scarves round our heads. “Oh
dear lord,” Two said, “look at this.
Where are the scissors?”
One picked up a
pair of scissors and handed tem other, both of us sitting still as the bands of
tape were cut away, and then the towelling strip. Finally, the cloths were removed from our
mouths as the three men looked at us.
“Seriously,
what does he expect the kids to do – scream and call for help when they are
held hostage? Tape’s enough to keep
anyone quiet,” One said as he squatted down in front of us. “So, what are your names?”
“I’m Patty,” I
said quietly, “and this is Rachel.
Please, we won’t tell anyone...”
“Back up a
second – did Jay Edwards do this to you?”
We looked at
each other, before I said “yes – he kidnapped us to make our daddy do
something.” Well, it was a little white
lie – I don’t have a daddy, but he did kidnap us to make Cassie and Jenny’s
daddy do something. But I had figured
one thing out about these three kidnappers.
In the ranking, I thought they were rank amateurs.
“Okay – well
Patty and Rachel, I’m afraid you’re going to have to stay with us for a little
while now,” One said as he untied our ankles, “so do I have your word you won’t
scream or try to escape for the moment?”
“We promise,”
Rachel said quietly as he looked at us.
“Good – well,
the three of you can have some lunch now,” he said as Two untied Debbie’s
wrists, and then peeled the tape away from her mouth. “No talking – just eat and drink.”
The three of us
looked at each other, and then we said “thank you” as we took the sandwiches
and bottles of water they handed to us.
The three men went and stood in the corner, talking to each other as I
listened...
“So far so good
– this is going far better than I expected.”
“I know – it
makes a change from hacking banks or doing dial up scams. Who would have thought there was so much
money for so little work.”
“Apart from
driving from place to place every day, that is – and making sure she doesn’t
get too uncomfortable, but yeah, easy money.
Do you think they will pay?”
“Of course they
will – she’s a star after all. If you
hadn’t stumbled over her schedule for her book signings when you hacked that
computer, and realised how easy it would be to spirit her away, this would
never have been our payday.”
“Yeah – waiting
until she went to the toilet, then bundling her into the car...”
All three of us
looked at each other, but didn’t say a word, instead eating and making sure we
had enough to drink.
“Okay,” One
said as I finished the bottle of water, “one at a time go to the toilet. Then we need to tie all three of you up, and
keep you out of the way. You first, miss
starlet.”
Rachel and I
watched as Three took Debbie out of the room, and then she came back in, Rachel
going next, and finally me. This would
normally be the point where I tell them they are tying her up wrong, and how we
were was the right way to do it.
I had a plan,
though – and part of that plan was going to be playing on the fact they were
such amateurs. I just had to hope I’d
got what I thought was going to happen right from the way they were talking...
“Okay,” Two
said as I came back in, “all three of you stand facing the couch, and put your
hands behind your backs.”
We turned
without a word, looking at each other as our hands were taken behind our backs,
and we felt them tying our wrists together.
They then passed a length of rope around our waists, securing our wrists
to our backs, before we were turned round and made to sit down.
“This is going
to be more comfortable for both of you,” One said to Rachel and me as Two knelt
down and tied our ankles together with more rope. He at least cinched the binding for all three
of us, before Two tore a strip of duct tape from the roll and stuck it firmly
over Debbie’s mouth. Rachel and I just
watched as a single strip of tape was also pressed over our mouths, before the
three men picked us up and carried us back to the bedroom, leaving us on the
bed as they went out and closed the door.
“Msreee,”
Debbie said as she looked at us, and we both nodded. For this to work, I knew we needed to keep
still and do nothing – as much as I wanted to get free now, I and Rachel both
knew we had to make them think we could not escape.
After a few minutes,
all three of us heard One say “let’s go” and the footsteps downstairs. I looked at Rachel and nodded, both her and
Debbie watching as I managed to get off the bed and jumped over to look out of
the window.
They probably
figured nobody was going to try and climb to look in, so I could see the three
men, their masks removed, as they got into the black van and drove off down the
road again.
“Hdthhgnn,”
Rachel said as she looked at me, and I waited a few minutes before looking at
her and nodding. Debbie turned onto her
side and said “whrrudnn” as Rachel got off the bed and jumped over, the two of
us standing back to back for a few minutes.
“Gffmemnnn” I
said as I started to twist my mouth round, Debbie’s eyes opening wider and
wider as I managed to get the tape away from my mouth and then said “Sorry –
I’ll explain in a little while.”
“Hey,” Rachel
said as she looked at Debbie, “just give us a minute... There.”
We both brought
our hands round and untied the rope from our waists, as I said “good thing they
really were amateurs.”
“Meeshrs?”
“Yeah – we got
lucky – real lucky,” Rachel said as we sat down and untied our ankles, “but I
need to ask a question.”
“Go on?”
“What in the
name of creation were you thinking of Patty Pickering! Bad enough we did that today, but to go into
a strange house like that? We were lucky
– we might not have been.”
“Yeah – sorry
about that,” I said with a little smile as we stood up and walked back to the
bed. “Now then, keep very quiet, all
right?”
Debbie nodded
as we helped her to sit up, and I peeled the tape away from her mouth while
Rachel untied her wrists. “Thanks – who
are you?”
“I’m Rachel,
this is Patty,” my good friend said as she untied Debbie’s ankles, “and I guess
you could say, for better or worse, we’re the rescue party.
“Big fan,” I
said as Debbie rubbed her wrists, “but what do you say about us getting out of
here before they get back?”
“Yeah – that is
a plan,” Debbie said as we opened the room to the door, and made our way down
the staircase. The house was empty, but
as I tried the front door I said “Damn – it’s locked.”
“What about the
back door?”
We made our way
into the kitchen, Debbie watching as Rachel and I looked at it.
“They
remembered to close and bolt it this time,” she said, “let’s open them all up
and see if they locked it.”
“If they
didn’t?”
“We break a
window,” I said, trying to sound brave as we pulled the bolts back, and then
turned the door handle. As it opened
inwards, Rachel and I grinned as we both walked out, Debbie coming in with us.
“Where are we,”
she whispered as I closed the door again.
“Holderness –
but...”
“There you
are!”
All three of
turned round to see Charlie standing there, and I could see the fear in his
eyes as he looked at us. He was
surprised for a moment at the sight of Debbie, before he said “we need to get
away from here.
“now.”
Well, the three
of us were not going to argue this time, so I ran to the gap in the hedge,
Rachel and Debbie running behind me and Charlie bringing up the rear. All the time, I was hoping and praying the
van did not appear, but we managed to get onto the path and then run along it,
until we were well away from the road and came through the path into the woods.
“I... I need to stop... catch my breath...” I said
as I stood, bending forward with my hands on my knees. As the others did the same, I then sat down
on a tree trunk, before I said “Well, that was different...”
“I... I...”
Debbie sat herself down and took several deep breaths, before she said
“thank you – really, thank you. I was so
scared all that time... Where are we
anyway?”
“You don’t
know?”
“No – they
moved me somewhere different every day.”
“Holderness,”
Charlie said, “and by the way – hi.”
“Sorry,” I
said, “Charlie Williamson, Debbie Dee.”
“I can see
that,” Charlie said, “so you were kidnapped?”
“Yeah – I’ve
been tied up and gagged most of the last few days, since they snatched me.”
“How were you
tied up,” I asked.
“Just as you
saw me when you walked in the room – tied to a chair when we got to where we
were going, allowed to eat and go to the toilet, then tied and gagged on the
bed overnight.”
“And you
couldn’t get free,” Rachel said as she sat down as well.
“No,” Debbie
said as she shook her head, “how did you manage to free each other?”
“Practice –
we’ve been tied up a few times,” I said quietly.
Debbie looked
at Rachel and Charlie, who nodded as she said “but how did both of you end up
tied like that? Were you really
kidnapped by this Jay Edwards?”
“Well, a few
times, like we said,” I replied, “but not this time. We like to play tie-up games – and for this
one, Charlie helped us to be walking to a local farm.”
“At least,”
Rachel said, “that was the plan until you changed your mind. Still, some good came from it.”
“You... You wanted to be tied like that? How did you learn? How does it feel?”
“All warm and
secure,” Rachel said, “and as Patty said, we’ve had plenty of practice.”
“Honestly, it’s
easier for you to experience it than explain it,” I said, “but you’ve been tied
up and gagged on television?”
“That was
acting – this was real, and you two were really, really tied up and gagged,”
Debbie said quietly, “I wonder how it would feel to me...”
“Maybe one
day,” Charlie said, “but right now, want to tell ME why you did this?”
“When you tell
us why you followed us,” I said as I looked at Charlie, “I told you we wanted
to do this by ourselves?”
“You should be
glad I didn’t,” Charlie said quietly. “I
watched for a few minutes, and then decided I had to make sure you got there safely,
so I followed you in. I saw both of you
take that path,” he said as he pointed between the bushes, “but by the time I
caught up, you were walking round that old farmhouse and then went in.
“I was about to
come out when this black van drove past, and I saw these guys get out with
balaclavas over their heads – so I knew that once again Patty Pickering had
landed her and Rachel in a heap of trouble.
All I could do was keep watch for a while, until the men came out and
the van drove off again. Only then could
I come up and try to get in, but all the doors were locked – I was about to
call someone when the back door opened, and you three ran out.”
“Well, I’m glad
you did,” I said as I looked at him, “and yeah, I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad you
came as well,” Rachel said as she gave Charlie a little peck on the cheek. “So, where do we go from here? The farm?”
“No – we’ll go
back to my place,” I said as I stood up, “your folks are still away Rachel and
we can call the police from there.”
We all looked
at each other before Debbie said “how far?”
“Twenty
minutes,” Charlie said as we started walking.
“Mum must be
out,” I said as I tried to open the front door, and then took out of my pocket
my own front door key. “I’m glad they
didn’t search us.”
“You and me
both,” Rachel said as I unlocked the front door, and we went in. There was a note on the table by the door.
“Patty – gone
round to see your aunt for a few minutes.
I’ll be back by six. Mum.”
“Got any drinks
in the fridge,” Charlie said. I nodded
as he went through, and Rachel and I took Debbie into the front room. We all sat down on the couch – and then we
both looked at Debbie as she started crying, her head in her hands.
“Hey,” I said as
I put my arm round her, “it’s all right to be scared. You’ve been missing for a few days after
all.”
“I know – I’m
relieved more than anything, but it was so scary.”
“We can
understand,” Rachel said, “one time, we were kidnapped with Patty’s aunt and cousins
and some friends by Jay Edwards, and we were much more tightly gagged and bound
than you were for three days soild.”
“What – three
days like you were when I saw you?”
We both nodded
as Charlie brought through four small bottles of Coke, handing one to each of
us.
“Three
days? Can you tell me how you felt, and
why he did that?”
“We’ve got
plenty of supplies,” I said, “we can let you experience it as well.”
“No – thank
you,” Debbie said, “but would you be willing to b tied again that way so that I
can see what’s involved?”
“Oh boy – like
you have to ask her,” Rachel said as Charlie stood up. “I’ll get the box,” he said as he went
upstairs, coming down with the box of ropes and other things.
“So – first
thing is to make sure we really cannot use our hands,” I said as Charlie handed
me two sponges. “Holding these means as
cannot use our fingers, especially when they are covered in tape.”
Debbie watched
as Charlie covered my fists in silver tape.
“However,” Rachel said, “it may still be possible to flex your fingers,
so we cover them with socks, and then tape the socks to our arms. That really stops us using our fingers, and
it also helps protect our wrists.”
“If there are
two or more of us,” I said as Charlie pulled the white socks up my arms, and
then taped the top to them, “it also means we cannot free each other. If those men had covered our hands, it would
have been much more difficult for us to get free.”
“That actually
makes a lot of sense,” Debbie said as she watched, fascinated while Charlie
took a length of rope and doubled it over.
I turned round and let her watch as Charlie crossed my wrists behind my
back, and started to tie them together.
“Why do you take the rope between her wrists as well?”
“It’s called
cinching,” Charlie said as I felt the rope tighten round my wrists, “it keeps
the binding tight, and also makes it more difficult for her to move her
wrists. But although she cannot move her
wrists apart, Patty can still move her arms – so we tie some rope round her
waist and wrists as well, and then inch it between her arms and her back.”
As he tied the
rope off, I showed Debbie that my wrists were effectively secured to my back as
well, and smiled as she nodded. “So,”
she said, “the ropes around her arms and chest?”
“Just further
ensure I cannot move my arms,” I said as Charlie doubled over a long length,
and then tied the rope around my body, the two bands hugging me before he tied
it off.”
“See,” I said,
“I can’t move my arms now.”
“Wow – and you
spent three days and nights like that?”
“Oh yeah,” I
said with a smile, “either dressed up in old clothes or in nightclothes.”
“Now comes the
bit we like,” Charlie said, “keeping Patty quiet.” I shot a look at him, as Rachel said “Debbie,
you were too scared to realise it, but really a strip of tape over the mouth
can very easily be got off – you saw both of us doing it. If you really want to keep someone quiet, you
need to make sure they cannot use their lips and tongue to speak, and also make
it difficult for any sound to come out.”
“So that was
why you had all those parts?”
“Yeah,” I said
as I watched Charlie fold a clean sock up.
“The first bit is to put something in the mouth to keep your tongue
pressed down, and muffle any sounds.” I
opened my mouth and let Charlie put the sock in, closing my lips before I said
“seewhtwmn?”
“Oh wow – I see
now,” Debbie said as Charlie then tied a knot in a strip of towelling. “Thing is, you can push that out with your
tongue,” Rachel said, “so you need to tie something into the mouth to make that
more difficult.” Both the girls watched
as Charlie used the strip as a cleave gag, the knot sitting between my teeth.
“Okay,” Debbie
said as she looked at me, “but can she push that out as well.”
“Yes she can,”
Rachel said as Charlie picked up the roll of white tape, “and even if you put
strips of tape over her mouth, she could use the sock and the cleave gag to
push that off as well. That’s why we
wrap the white tape round the head – it covers the gag so far, means it stays
in place.”
“Nddekppssmqtrr”
I mumbled as Charlie wound the white tape tightly round my head. “This is special tape,” he said, “and it
doesn’t stick to the hair, so it doesn’t get damaged.”
“That is amazing,”
Debbie said as she saw the shape of my lips and the knot under the white
tape. “So what about the silver tape?”
“Oh that just makes
it even tighter – this alone can’t be got off without help,” Charlie said as he
tore the end free of the silver tape, “but it does keep you even quieter, and
the white tape protects the hair.”
I nodded before
the silver tape went round, and then Charlie folded a black scarf and tied that
over everything.
“The overgag
just covers everything, and keeps it looking good,” Rachel said as I twisted
round, and made some unintelligible grunts.
“So what do you think Debbie?”
“I’m amazed,”
Debbie said as she looked at me, “I wonder f they would do this on the
show?” Out of the corner of my eye,
however, I could see Rachel whispering to Charlie, who nodded as he folded a
second scarf, while Rachel took my glasses off.
“Now, we need
to make sure Patty’s chest ropes are cinched as well,” she said, but before I
could try and say anything I was blindfolded.
I then felt the chest ropes tightening on my left side, and I squirmed round
– because I could guess what was coming.
And sure
enough, I felt the pressure as the rope was taken up and around the back of my
neck, and then the chest bands tightening on the right hand side as I tried to
keep as still as possible. And I had good
reason to do so – because I was suddenly feeling very, VERY light headed, as
the ropes rubbed on me.
I then felt
some more rope been tied round my wrists, and then the feel on my back as the
rope was fed up, up, up - and then tied to the rope at the back of my
neck. I could hear Rachel say “This is
all to further cinch and tighten the ropes, and it means they really cannot
escape, or even move.”
“So what
happens when she tries to move,” I heard Debbie say, and I wanted to tell her
“because if you do try, trust me, you will be upset and frustrated and elated
in the same moment.”
Instead, I was
helped to sit down, as Rachel whispered “and this is to punish you, Patricia
Pickering, for being so reckless earlier.”
Well, she had a
point, as I felt Charlie cross and bind my ankles tightly together, and then
secure my legs together below my knees, both bands cinched as the rope went
between my legs. At the same time,
Rachel deposited the poncho over my body, as Debbie said “Oh my – it all looks
so like a film or a television show now.”
“True,” Charlie
said, “but one more thing is needed to make sure she really cannot move. Help me Rachel?”
“Oh yes.”
I had to stop
myself from crying out as I was helped to lie down, rolled over, and then my
ankles were pulled back and tied to my chest ropes. I really could not move – well, I could move,
but I dared not, as the blindfold was taken off, and Rachel said “so, what do
you think Debbie?”
“Wow... Do you...
Do you think you could do that to me now?”
I was in no
position to answer that question, which is why it was probably just as well
that we all heard the door open, and I heard Mum call out “Patty? Are you back yet?”
“We’re in the
front room Mrs Pickering,” Rachel called out, and I saw Mum walk round and look
at me.
“You all right
Patty,” she said and I nodded – as little as I could, because... Well, I think you can guess.
“Oh,” she said
as she looked at Debbie, “hi there. I’m
Patty’s mother – you are?”
“Debbie – I met
the girls when they were out today, and they invited me to come home with
them.”
I saw Mum smile
as she said “well, it’s very nice to meet you Debbie. I’m going to start preparing tea girls –
perhaps you can finish your game off?”
All of us
watched as Mum left the room, and then Charlie, Rachel and Debbie looked at
me. “Hang on,” Charlie whispered,
“three... Two... One...”
“Debbie? Debbie Dee?”
“Well... Yes,” Debbie said with a smile as I saw Mum
walk quickly in, kneel down and look at her.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, “Are you all right? Are you hurt?
Where have you been? And do you
know...”
“Do we know
what, Mrs Pickering?” Rachel said as Mum turned the television on again.
“The family of
kidnapped child star Debbie Dee again appealed today for information that could
lead to her release, and doubled the reward for any information leading to her
return.”
“Doubled? Doubled to what?”
“Oh that’s not
important right now,” Mum said, “look, are you hungry?”
“Actually,”
Debbie said, “I am...”
“All right
then, Charlie, can you stay with Debbie while I cook some food. Rachel, would you untie my darling daughter
please – I want to hear exactly what happened.”
She wasn’t the
only one – I’d started wriggling round when I heard the news announcement, and
then had to stop because of the way those blasted beautiful ropes were making
me feel.
“We’ll go
upstairs to do this,” Rachel said as she released me from the hogtie, and then
helped me to stand up, still wearing the poncho as Debbie sat with
Charlie. “I’ll call my dad and let him
know where I am,” he said as he took out the mobile phone, while Rachel walked
me up to my bedroom.
“Well, Patty
Pickering,” she said as she slipped the poncho off me, and removed the extra
wonderfully irritating ropes, “that’s another fine mess we’ve got ourselves
into.”
“Tllmbeettt,” I
said as the layers of my gag were removed, and then I took a deep breath, “Can
you hurry up and untie me please? I
really need to get to the toilet.”
“What sort of
reward do you think they were offering?”
“I’m not sure –
but that’s not the important thing is it?”
“No – no, I
guess it’s not...”
“It’s very nice
of you to let me have this to eat, Mrs Pickering,” Debbie said as we sat round
the dinner table, having just finished some fish fingers, chips and peas.
“Well, I’m glad
you liked it,” Mum said as the doorbell rang.
“That’s someone I called to come and talk to you Debbie,” she said as
she stood up and went to answer the call.
“Who will she
have called,” Debbie said as she looked at me.
“Hopefully, a
family friend,” I said with a smile, and it was a friendly face who appeared at
the door.
“Well,” Barry
Hampton said, “I see what you mean Jessica.
Hello girls – and you must be Debbie.
I am very pleased to see you as well.”
“I’m sorry,”
Debbie said, “you are?”
“Oh that’s my
fault – I’m Detective Superintendent Barry Hampton, from Holderness CID, but
more importantly I’m a friend of all the others here. Jessica called me to say you were here – I’ve
got a couple of other people here with me, and I was wondering if I could just
have a quick word with you, Rachel and Patty in the front room?”
“Sure,” I said
as I stood up, “can we take our drinks through Mum?”
“Go on,” she
said as the three of us looked at Charlie, and then walked in to where two more
people were waiting – a man and a woman, like Mister Hampton casually
dressed. “Have a seat girls,” he said as
he sat in an armchair, and we sat on the couch.
“Okay then,” he
said as he leaned forward, and looked at Debbie, “we’ve contacted your parents
Debbie, and when we’re done here I’m going to take you to where they are
staying, but I didn’t want the press descending on you here. So, do you want to tell me what happened?”
We sat there as
Debbie told him about how she was snatched, and driven from place to place, and
how she had always had her wrists and ankles tied, as well as tape over her
mouth. She showed him her wrists, and he
also took a look at her mouth, and the tape residue around it.
“Okay,” he then
said as he looked at us, “so Debbie has been missing for a few days – how did
you find her?”
“Well,” I said,
“Rachel and I were going through the shortcut in the woods near your house to
the Cottrell farm.”
Mister Hampton
nodded to the other man, who nodded back as he looked at the map.
“Well, about
halfway through I noticed this path that went off to the left, and ran through
the woods for a little while. I
persuaded Rachel that we should explore the path, and it came out on an old
country road with a wall at the other side.”
“Have you got
it,” Mister Hampton said, the man nodding as I continued. “Well, we were going to turn back when we saw
this black van drive down the road, and stop at a farmhouse about a half mile
further down. We hid in the bushes and
watched as three men came out.”
“Can you
describe the men?”
“No,” Rachel
said, “they had balaclavas covering their heads. Anyway, we saw them carry something into the
farmhouse, and then come out and drive off a little while later.”
“My curiosity
got the better of me,” I said, “and I persuaded Rachel we should go and see if
what we could see. I walked down to the
house with her, but all the windows were covered over. I then tried the back door – and it was
unlocked, so I went in with Rachel. We
looked around downstairs, and then went up and we heard this noise in a
bedroom. When we opened it – Debbie was
in there, tied up to a chair.”
Mister Hampton
looked at Debbie, who said “that’s right sir – I was shocked to see the two
girls walk in on me – but before they could get me free, one of my kidnappers
surprised them, and tied them up on the bed.
They tape gagged both of them, and then left again. We heard them drive off – and then a few
minutes later, they managed to free each other and then me.”
Mister Hampton
raised an eyebrow as he looked at me, before he said “all right - so all three
of you managed to get free, and then?”
“We went
downstairs, but the front door was locked.
We managed to open the back door, however, and ran out – only to find
Charlie. He had followed us, and was trying to get in as well.”
“And then you
came straight back here?”
“And then we
came straight back here,” I said. “Mum
was out, so we played for a while until she came back – and then she must have
called you.”
Mister Hampton
looked over at the other man, who came over and showed him his tablet. “The Smart farm – it’s been empty ever since
the old man died and the family moved.
Get a team out there, see what they can find.”
“Yes sir,” the
younger man said as he left the room, and Mister Hampton looked at all of
us. “Right, Elaine, would you go and ask
Charlie in the other room what he did this afternoon, and ask Mrs Pickering to
stay while you do that please?”
The woman
nodded as she left the room, and Mister Hampton took out his mobile phone,
dialling a number as he smiled at us.
“Connie? Brian Hampton – what are you doing at the
moment? Good – can you possibly come
round to Jessica’s place? I’ll explain
when you get here.”
“Who is he
calling?”
“My Aunt
Connie,” I whispered to Debbie, “she’s a journalist.”
“Oh – all
right,” Debbie said as he looked at us.
“Bear with me a few minutes girls – we just need to get Charlie’s
version of what happened, and then Patty’s aunt will decide how we are going to
do something.”
Five minutes
later, the doorbell rang, and Mister Hampton left, coming back with Aunt
Connie. She was wearing a long striped
smock, her bump visible under it, black leggings and trainers.
“Okay,
what’s... Ah.” She looked at us, and then at Mister Hampton,
before she said “do I need to hear the story?”
“I’ll brief you
later – but right now, my big concern is what happens when we go public with
the fact that Debbie is safely returned.
Can you liaise with her press people, act as the filter when they start
demanding to talk to the girls and Charlie?”
“No problem,”
Aunt Connie said with a smile, “and I can understand the concerns. We need to cover Jennifer, Mark and Yvonne,
and Clive and Kerry as well, won’t we?”
“Yeah – I
agree,” Mister Hampton said. “I know
it’s asking a lot at the moment...”
“Not really,
I’ll pull Cassie and Jo in as well on this one.
So what are you going to do now?”
She stopped as
the female police officer came in, and showed Mister Hampton her notebook, and
he nodded. “Well, we start work now –
Debbie, I want you to come with me and my friends, while Mrs Brown talks to the
girls, Charlie and Mrs Pickering. I’m
sure you will be seeing each other again very soon.”
“Thanks for
finding me,” Debbie said as she hugged both of us, and then went out with
Mister Hampton, waving to Charlie and Mum as they went out. Aunt Connie closed the door, and then stood
with her arms folded as she looked at Mum.
“Well, this is
going to be a fun time,” she eventually said, “I reckon we’ve got until the
late news tonight before the first calls come.”
“Why would the
press want to talk to us? Surely they
will want to talk to Debbie?”
“They’ll want
to talk to all of you – but we’re going to fix this so that they all talk to
you at the same time,” Aunt Connie said.
“I don’t think you three realise what is about to happen?”
“Well, we
rescued a missing girl whose name and picture has been all over the news,”
Charlie said, “what else?”
“There is the
small matter of the reward that has been offered by her family, the television
studio, and the film studios for her safe return,” Mum said as she came over
and hugged me.
“What? A trip to the studios?”
“A little more
than that – there was a reward in money terms as well,” Aunt Connie said. “A very large reward.”
“How large,”
Rachel asked, and we watched as Aunt Connie held up six fingers.
“Six thousand
pounds? That’s some serious money.”
“No, not six
thousand pounds,” Mum said, “six million pounds.”
The three of us
looked at each other as Aunt Connie found her mobile phone. “Yvonne?
Connie Brown – can you and the others come round to Jennifer Pickering’s
house please? Something we need to
discuss – I’m inviting Clive and Kerry as well...”
“Ladies and
Gentlemen, thank you all for coming here today.”
Rachel and I
were sitting in the front row of the hall, both of us wearing new dresses as
Charlie shifted nervously beside me. I
had occasionally seen him in his school uniform, but to see him wearing a smart
suit, white shirt and tie was new even for me.
Rachel was just smiling as she looked at him and he even smiled back.
Lord Holderness
was on the stage, Mister Hampton next to him in his full uniform as Suzie’s
granddad continued “We’re here today to recognise three very brave young
people, who found where Debbie Dee, the child star, was being held hostage and
took her to safety. Two of these young people
have received a commendation before, when they were caught up in a double
robbery, but it was the initiative shown by all three that led to the
successful return of Miss Dee to her family,
And that is why
we are here today.”
I looked round
to see Cassie and Suzie sitting with their families, and smiled even more when
I saw Tommy Jacobs sitting with Bobby and Suzie. He was visiting for the weekend with his
family, and it had been a very nice surprise to see them come in as well.
“And so, I
would like to invite Detective Superintendant Barry Hampton to present these
medals and certificates to Patricia Pickering, Rachel Rigg and Charles Williamson. Please come up, all three of you.”
We got up to
the sound of everyone clapping, and walked up the steps to the stage, where
Mister Hampton put the medals round our necks and handed us the framed
certificates. We then turned and posed
for photographs before Lord Holderness said “I wonder if I could ask the parents
of these three young heroes to come to the stage as well?”
I smiled as Mum
came up, wearing a new blue dress, and then Rachel and Charlie’s parents joined
them, Rachel’s little brother Chris sitting with Aunt Jennifer and Jenny.
“As you will be
aware, a reward was offered for the safe return of Debbie, and I would like to
ask my wife to present Mister and Mrs Williamson, Mister and Mrs Rigg and Mrs
Pickering with their cheques.”
There had been
a plan to give us big cardboard cheques, like they do when someone wins the
lottery, but all our parents had objected to that. There was no getting out of the presentation,
however, as Rachel’s parents looked very embarrassed when Lady Holderness
handed them each an envelope, and shook their hands.
At least Mum
looked happy, as did Charlie’s parents, while more photographs were taken of
all of us, and then of us as separate families.
“You can breathe again now,” Lady Holderness said as the last photograph
was taken, and we all went to get a drink.
“Okay, you’re
ahead now,” Cassie said as she came over, wearing a grey dress and jacket, “but
try and stay out of trouble for a while, all right?”
“Honestly, we
just saw the van...”
“I don’t think
that’s the whole story, knowing you three,” Cassie whispered, “but congratulations
anyway.”
“Thanks,” I
whispered back as our parents came over.
We were all going to lunch together, and then Mum was taking me to the
cinema...
I was still on
a little bit of a high the next morning when we went to church. I was wearing a blue short sleeved dress with
a pleated knee length skirt, and my black shoes, while Mum was wearing a black
jumper with a pair of black trousers and a blazer.
A lot of people
came up to congratulate us, as well as Rachel and her parents, but when the
service started it became another Sunday – and as always, Rachel and I were
going to spend the afternoon together, once again at my house.
We had out
lunch, and then went up to my room while Mum washed the dishes. As I closed the door, Rachel sat on the bed
and said “some weekend eh?”
“Yeah – so how
does it feel to be rich?”
“You tell me,”
Rachel said with a giggle.
“I don’t think
I feel any different,” I said as I sat in my chair. “I tried to follow what our parents were
talking about with Mister Williamson yesterday, but he lost me.”
“Well,” Rachel
said as she swung her legs to and fro, “I do know Dad is going to talk to his
boss, about possibly taking over the restaurant.”
“What – owning
it as well as cooking at it?”
“Yeah – Dad
says it is popular, and it should be a return on investment or something.”
“Mum’s been
talking about doing some work to the house,” I said, “but I got the feeling
Charlie’s dad was advising caution.”
“Well, he is
meant to be good with money,” Rachel said, “and I know my mum and dad are
meeting him tomorrow again.” Looking out
of the window, she said “and so the summer holidays begin again.”
“Yeah – Mum’s
been making noises about that as well,” I said, “possibly going to
Disneyland. Anyway, it is a beautiful
afternoon...”
“Yeah – oh no,
I know that look Patty. Don’t tell
me...”
“Well, we never
did get to the farm,” I said as I looked at Rachel, “and I’d still like to try
it.”
“Patty – last
time we did this...”
“I know, I
know,” I said with a smile, “but I promise - no diversions, no distractions, we
just go there.” As I looked at Rachel, I
could see she was thinking about it, and then said “all right – but we’re still
going to need Charlie’s help.”
I nodded – and
I meant it when I said we would go straight there. That had been fun to do once.
Once.
I smiled as
Rachel shook her head and took out her mobile phone.
“Charlie? It’s Rachel.
I’m at Patty’s place – take one guess what she is suggesting.
“Yeah, got it
in one. Can you come round?
“Oh is he? Well, I’m sire Ms Pickering would not object
if he came with you as well.
“Great – see
you in a few minutes,” she said as I got the ropes and materials out, as well
as the two ponchos.
“So who’s
coming with Charlie,” I asked as I doubled over a length of rope.
“Tommy – he’d
gone round to do something with Charlie, but he’s going to come here instead.”
“Tommy?”
“I thought that
would get your interest,” Rachel said as she sat down, “still want to start
with me preparing you?”
“You know
what,” I said as I put the rope down, “I think I can wait until they
arrive. After all, I’d hate to think you
were the only one who had a boyfriend to secure you, Rachel.”
At least Rachel
was blushing as much as me, before she said “did you see Debbie Dee on the One
Show during the week?”
“Yeah – she
seemed a lot happier,” I said as I looked at my best friend, “and her parents
looked really nice as well. She said she
was going to be filming a new series of Debbie Knows It All, and she was going
to make a movie as well.”
“It must be a
glamorous life, to do that...”
“I don’t know –
I prefer my life really,” I said with a smile.
“I thought she was going to come yesterday.”
“I asked
Suzie’s grandfather about that – she had to go somewhere else, and sent her
apologies. Pity really, I like her.”
“Well, she may
come into Dad’s restaurant one day,” Rachel said as we heard the front
doorbell. As I went to the top of the
stairs, I saw Mum say “Charlie and Tommy – did the girls ask you over?”
“We did Mum –
we’re going to go to the Cottrell farm.”
I saw her turn
and look at me, so I quickly added “Honestly – we are going there.”
“Well all right
– but no exploring this time, all right?”
“We’ll make
sure they get there and back, Mrs Pickering,” Tommy said as the two boys came
upstairs. Both of them were wearing polo
shirts and jeans, as well as sneakers, Charlie beaming as he saw Rachel in my
room.
“Okay,” he said
as he took his fleece off, “what exactly are you planning to do?”
“Walk together
to the Cottrell farm while tied and gagged,” I said with a smile.
“Last time you
said you wanted to do this, you ended up in a heap of trouble – both of you,”
Charlie said as he looked at us. “I
don’t know if it is a good idea.”
“I promise you
Charlie,” I said quietly, “we are just going to the farm. No diversions, no exploring new paths, no
running into gangs of kidnappers and robbers.”
Charlie and
Tommy looked at each other as I said that last thing, both raising an eyebrow
as we all burst out laughing.
“Never say
never where you lot are concerned,” Tommy said as I picked up two sponges and
made fists. He looked at me and smiled
as he picked up the roll of duct tape, and started to make my hands into silver
fists.
“So you want
this full job,” he whispered, and I nodded as he smoothed the tape off, and
started to pull a pair of socks up my arms.
“Seriously
Rachel,” Charlie said as he looked at her, “I was so worried last time I ended
up following you – and I’m glad I did now.
You could have ended up in very serious trouble.”
“But we didn’t
– and I’ll always be glad you did follow us,” Rachel said as Tommy walked
behind me, crossed my wrists and started to bind them tightly together, making
sure they were properly secured and then taking some rope around my waist to
keep them in place. “But I do trust
Patty, and I’m sure she’s learned her lesson.”
“Oh yes, yes,
lesson learned, honest guvnor,” I said as Tommy started to tie my lower arms to
my stomach.
“Still...”
“Oh come on
Charlie – please?”
I had to stop
myself from laughing as Rachel did what she called her Bambi look –the doe eyed
look that I knew Charlie could not resist.
“All right, all right,” he finally said as he looked at Rachel, “we’ll
do it, but we’re coming with you.”
“Suits me.”
Both Charlie
and Rachel turned to see I already had my arms snugly tied, with ropes above
and below my chest, but no tightening of them.
As Tommy put the poncho over my head, covering the ropes, Rachel just
chuckled as Charlie shook his head.
“Well, if one
of you is ready, we need to get the other prepared,” Charlie said as he picked
up two sponges, and handed them to Rachel.
“You just need to be patient a little longer,” Tommy said as he hugged
me, and then kissed my cheek – and I felt all warm and glowy as he did that.
I watched as
Charlie quickly secured Rachel in the same way as me, and then slipped the
second poncho over her. As we walked
over to each other, Charlie started to put some materials for the gag into the
same drawstring bag as before.
As I turned
round, I saw Tommy whispering something to Charlie, who grinned as he nodded
his head. I was already excited at what
we were going to do, and now as Charlie drew the strings to close the bag I was
eager to get going – once I had done one thing.
“What did you
whisper to Charlie,” I asked as he put his fleece on.
“Nothing,” they
said in unison, Rachel and I looking at each other before we walked down the
stairs.
“Make sure they
go straight to the farm,” Mum called through from the kitchen, “and don’t be
late back.”
“Don’t worry,
we’ll keep them on the right path,” Charlie called back as Tommy opened the
front door, and we started to walk down the street. It felt really good to have Tommy with me –
especially as he put his arm round my waist as we walked along. This was going to be a very good afternoon.
Eventually, we
found ourselves at the start of the path of the woods, and as we went in
Charlie said “well, time for you girls to be quiet. But I have a suggestion. Why don’t we blindfold you first?”
I looked at
Rachel as we both nodded, and then our sight went black as a scarf was tied
over my eyes. Tommy said “open wide” and
I felt what felt like a flannel or small towel as it was pushed into my
mouth. I stood still as he very gently
used his fingers to push it in, and make sure it all sat behind my teeth as it
filled my cheeks out – and I knew that was happening, by the way my face was
stretching.
I then felt the
knot of cotton between my teeth, as what I presumed was the towel strip was
tied round my head – and secured tightly as well, by the way it was pressing
in.
I then heard
the squelchy sound, and the tape as it was wrapped tightly round my head,
covering the gag so far. I smiled a
little as Tommy took it round and round, and then felt him press it down at the
back of my head. The next sound I heard
was the sharper sound of duct tape coming off the roll, as another tight band
was wrapped round my head.
Finally, I felt
at the edge of whatever Tommy had done the silk on my face, and I knew the gag
was complete. I was so looking forward
to him taking the blindfold off now, especially as I could hear Rachel mumbling
something as well. Any moment now, the
blindfold would...
So you can
imagine my surprise as I felt Tommy lifting the Poncho over my head and
off. “Whtsgnnn,” I said – and then I
knew what was going on, as I felt rope been threaded between my right arm and
my body.
“Tmmeehwrudnnn? Plsssdndtthth...”
“I knew you
would want this,” I heard Tommy say then, as the ropes under my right arm
tightened. “After all, you wanted to
walk to the farm tied and gagged full job, didn’t you?”
“Ysbbbtttt,” I
protested as I felt the rope going round the back of my neck. With luck, he would ask when he was done if I
wanted the ropes to stay, and I would be able – however slowly – to shake my
head and take them off.
As I felt him
thread the rope under my left arm, I braced myself for how it would feel when
those ropes tightened – and sure enough, it did force my chest up a little, as
the ropes rubbed on me from all sides and made me feel...
“Hnnnnn,” I
sighed – and then I felt the rope tied round my wrists, and then fed up my back
under all the other bands, before my wrists were pulled up and the rope at the
back of my neck down a little. That just
made me feel even weaker at the knees, before I felt the poncho as it was put
over me again.
“Now,” Tommy
said, “do you want me to take the extra ropes off?”
This was it,
the chance to nod, to get that strange pressure off me, and then...
So I shook my
head from side to side.
“Hcmmnnn,” I
mumbled as Tommy said “so you really still want to walk to the farm like this,
girls?”
I wanted to
shake my head, I swear I wanted to – so when I nodded, I rolled my eyes and
then squirmed as the ropes rubbed more.
“Last chance.”
Come on Patty,
I thought to myself, come on, just shake your head – and then I felt my wrists
move up and down as I nodded. “HCMMNNNN”
I said, and then I heard someone running off before the blindfold was taken
off.
I blinked for a
few minutes – and then turned to see Charlie running towards the road. Turning round, I saw Rachel – and no sign of
Tommy. He had disappeared as well.
“Thffbndeeds?” Rachel said and then she closed her eyes for
a moment – and I could understand why, given the little shocks that were going
through me. I wanted to run after him,
tell him to remove them – but then people would see us, and...
It ALWAYS ends
up like this – we want the ropes taken off, given how they made us feel, but
once they were on our brain and our mouth seemed to agree to disagree, so we
would think no and say or indicate yes!
“Ptteemgnnkkufrthss,”
Rachel said as she looked at me, and then the path. “Gsswwdbtrmf.”
I nodded – and
then regretted that – as we set off towards the farm. At first I just wanted to get there, and
walked quickly. But then the ropes
stated rubbing as my chest moved up and down, and my wrists moved as well, and I
had to stop, to catch my breath, to try and control the way I was
feeling... What made it worse was I had
to jump to avoid the bumps in the path, and...
So I had to
take my time and let what I was feeling ebb away, as I looked up and saw Rachel
catch up. “Dntrrnnnn,” she mumbled, and
I nodded in agreement as we walked slowly along the path, trying not to make
the ropes move too much on our chests. I
slowly lifted my wrists up, which made things easier, but after about ten minutes
or so I let them drop again.
We had to stop
every few minutes as well, to try and catch our breath. I could see how red Rachel was getting, and I
felt the same. But I wanted to get to
the farm, bet Frank or someone to take these ropes off, and feel like I can run
and jump freely...
Eventually, we
came across the field, and through the gate, as we both saw Tommy talking to
Frank and Freddie – and we also saw Louise and Fiona there. Both girls were in their Sunday dresses – and
both were bound and gagged exactly the way we were.
EXACTLY the way
we were. They weren’t wearing ponchos,
so we could see al the ropes, and from the way they blushed as we walked over,
they felt the same way we did.
“There you
are,” Tommy said with a smile, “what kept you?”
“Ukkndmmwll,” I
said, but I was smiling under all the layers of gag. As I watched, Frank typed
something on his mobile phone and showed it to Louise. As she read the message, she looked at Frank
and nodded – and then blushed like mad as Frank smiled at her.
“Well, looks like
you two were not the only ones who wanted this.”
“CHRLEEE!” Rachel turned suddenly and then nearly fell
over as we both saw Charlie come over and join us.
“I had to
follow to make sure you two were all right,” Charlie said with a smile.
“And I came
ahead, found the girls were here, and got Frank and Freddie to make sure they
were just like you,” Tommy said. I
really had just wanted to be there with Rachel, but now we were all there, I
found I was nodding and saying “fnkuu.”
“Well then,”
Freddie said, “come with us.” The four
of us followed him, Charlie and Tommy walking with us, until we came to the
back of the lawn behind the farmhouse.
Why I did not notice the picnic basket Frank was carrying probably had
more to do with the distractions I was feeling and experiencing...
The four of us
watched, looking at each one of us as we desperately tried not to move, while
the picnic was laid out and then we were helped to slowly sit down, before the
four boys tied our ankles together.
Tommy then looked at me as he took the poncho off, and said “do you want
the chest ropes taken off?”
Finally a
chance to get some relief, as I looked at him, prepared to nod my head – and
then shook it from side to side. So did
the other three, as we all looked at each other with one question in our eyes.
What the...
“Well, we need
to at least remove the gags,” Frank said quietly, as the layers of my gag were
slowly peeled away, and I saw the folded flannel that had been in my
mouth. I worked my mouth for a few
minutes, turned to face Tommy to ask him if he had any idea what he had done –
and then took a bite from the sandwich he was holding in front of my mouth.
Where on earth had
he learned these distraction techniques?
Anyway, I chewed on the ham sandwich, and then took a sip from the
carton of juice, the straw between my lips.
“Thanks,” I
finally said as I looked at the others.
“So,” Fiona
said, “how does it feel to be heroines again – or a hero as far as Charlie is
concerned.”
“It’s nice,” I
said, “but we made a new friend.”
“Oh yeah –
Debbie Dee,” Louise said as Frank let her have a drink, “what is she like?”
“She’s nice,”
Rachel said as she turned her head, and then giggled – which made all three of
us turn our heads, before we all giggled as well. We told them the story again, as we continued
to eat and drink.
And al the
time, I felt the ropes, and wanted it to end, or not to end...
“Right,”
Charlie said as we finished the picnic, “I suspect you girls would like to be
untied now, right?”
We looked at
each other, wondering if one of us was going to say no, but I had another
feeling start, so I was so relieved when Tommy started to untie the extra ropes
round my chest. I didn’t want them to
really come off, but once they were off, I was so relieved!
I also wanted
to give Tommy a piece of my mind, but as I was released, I found I couldn’t be
mad at him. Eventually, once I was free,
I kissed him on the cheek, and then ran inside with the other girls. Rachel, Fiona and Louise had all kissed the
other guys as well – and I think they liked that as well.
But right now,
other matters had to be taken care of...
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