The Family
and the Sisters
Dawn smiled as
she walked into the front room of the house she shared with her sisters, and
put her handbag down on the table by the telephone as she looked at herself in
the mirror. She looked at her
reflection, the brown rimmed spectacles under her long blonde hair, as she took
stock of what had happened in the family business she had run since the passing
of her parents.
She was wearing
a black jacket, made from leather with cloth sleeves, over a black dress that
had a leather upper part, a cloth skirt, and a leather hem. IT was a trifle daring for a forty five year
old, but in the market of jewellery trading it gave the right impression.
And besides –
she liked wearing leather, such as the over the knee black leather boots which
were tightly laced up the back, and the black patterned fishnet stockings just
completed the outfit. “Well, I can
change and relax now,” she said as she turned round – then screamed before she
was pushed against the wall, a leather gloved hand pressed firmly over her
mouth by the man who was standing there.
“Listen,
bitch,” he growled quietly, “don’t say a fucking word, or you will regret it, I
promise you.”
She looked at him,
then the two people standing behind him.
They were identically dressed, in blue boiler suits, heavy boots and
black leather gloves, and like the man they had black balaclavas covering their
heads, showing only their mouths and eyes.
Cruel, thin mouths – but one of the other two had rouged lips, and Dawn
could see it was a woman there.
“I think she’s gonna
do as she’s told, Father,” the masked man said behind the one holding her, as
her eyes widened.
“Yeah, I think
she will, but right now, I’m gonna take my hand away, and she’s gonna open that
sweet mouth for me, got it?” Dawn slowly
nodded as the hand was removed, and she opened her mouth – but what she was not
expecting was the small, hard rubber ball that was pushed firmly into her
mouth, or the white tape that was pressed firmly down over her mouth to keep
the ball in place.
“Whhtduhwwhnttt,”
she mumbled as she looked at the three masked intruders.
“Right now – we
want you to turn the fuck round, got it,” the one called Father said. “Son,. Make sure this lady is properly
secured.”
“Of course,
Father,” the other masked man said as Dawn was turned violently round, her arms
pulled roughly behind her back as she felt something being wrapped round her
arms at her elbows, pulling them together as she grunted. The rope was tight, and the one he called Son
was strong – especially as she felt the rough rubbing of a second length of
rope as her wrists were tightly secured together.
She was roughly
turned round and pushed against the wall, looking at the shotgun Father was
holding, and then at the baseball bat in the woman’s hands as she said “give me
thirty minutes with her Father – I’ll get what we need.”
“I applaud your
enthusiasm Daughter,” Father said quietly, “but there are other ways. Son – take her somewhere, secure her, and
make sure she knows what will happen if she doesn’t stay quiet.”
“Of course
Father,” the masked man said as he pulled Dawn away from the wall and pushed
her up the stairs, forcing her into her bedroom and pushing her face down on
the bed as she felt him cross her ankles, then heard the squeak of rope on
leather as he bound her ankles tightly together.
“Whhhruhhhh?”
“Us,” Son said
as he wound more rope round her legs and bound them tightly together, taking
the rope between her legs as well, “We’re the Family – and tonight, we’re
paying a home visit to you and…”
They both heard
the sound of the front door opening and closing, Son pulling Dawn up onto her
knees and putting a gloved hand over her mouth as he whispered into her ear
“one word, one fucking word, and you die…”
Fiona could not
believe the sight in front of her – two armed and masked intruders, the woman
smiling as she told her to “get her fucking hands in the air where we both can
see them.” She was wearing a sheer black
top under a black vest style dress, which hugged her curves as she slowly raised
her arms, as well as black hose and knee length black cloth boots.
“what’s going
on,” she said quietly as the two masked people looked at each other.
“Oh you’ll find
out,” the man said with a cruel grin on his lips, the woman walking behind her
and pulling her hands down behind Fiona’s back before she felt the thin, rough
rope as it was used to bind them tightly together. “Daughter, do you have everything you need
set up?”
“I do indeed –
walk, cow,” the masked woman said as she pulled the ropes tight and secured the
ends, then pushed Fiona towards the staircase.
As she reached the top, she saw Dawn, her eyes wide over the gloved hand
covering her mouth as she wriggled round, and then she was pushed into her own
bedroom as Daughter closed the door.
“Sit down,” she
said quietly as she swung the baseball bat round, and don’t say a fucking
word.”
“Look, just who
do…” Fiona went quiet as Daughter
brought the baseball bat down on her dressing table, breaking the jars there
before she said “speak again, that’s your face.
Now, sit the fuck DOWN!”
So Fiona sat, trying
to find any knot with her fingers as Daughter put the bat within reach, then put
down the bag she had in her other gloved hand before she pulled Fiona’s ankles
together, then wound a fresh doubled over length of rope around them and forced
them together. She had to watch as the
rope went around and between her ankles, forcing them together as the knot went
behind her legs.
Daughter looked
up, Fiona seeing a strange look in her eyes as her gloved hands stroked down her
captive’s legs, and then she said “you are a very sexy woman.”
“what do you
mean by that,” Fiona whispered, but instead of answering Daughter grabbed more
rope and bound her legs tightly together below her knees, the rope sitting at
the top if her boots as her limbs were forced even tighter together.
As she took the
rope between Fiona’s legs, Daughter looked up and smiled – then tugged tighter
before she tied the ropes off, and slowly stood up, her gloved hands pressing
down on the tops of her legs.
“What are you
looking at, you psycho bitch,” Fiona snarled.
“An honest
woman – I appreciate that.”
The cool, calm
response was not what Fiona was expecting – now was the kiss from Daughter
before she walked behind her, kneeling on the bed as a long length of rope was
passed round Fiona’s arms and body, then pulled tight under her chest as her
arms were forced into her sides.
Her chest was
also forced out – and even more so as Daughter framed them in two bands of tight
rope, pressing down on her breasts as each band was tightened still
further. Fiona bit her tongue to stop
saying anything as the ropes were pulled tighter still behind her back.
“What… Why…”
“Hush,” Daughter
said as she covered Fiona’s mouth with one gloved hand, and then started to
fondle her breasts with the freehand, Fiona struggling as she felt the touch
and realised just how sensitive her nipples had become, the groan escaping from
her covered mouth involuntarily.
“Shall I make
it even more pleasurable?”
Fiona slowly
shook her head as the woman took her hand away – only to press a length of tape
firmly down over her mouth, before she felt her working on the bands of rope
behind her, then the length come over one shoulder the gloved hands moving and stroking
her breasts as the rope went round the lower band between her breasts, and then
back up, forcing them even further out as she heard moans from the other
bedroom…
Dawn’s jacket
had now been forced to the sides by the bans of rope that were encircling her
own chest, Son groping her firm breasts as he roughly kissed her neck, the
woman too scared to move as she felt her mind sinking into the warm darkness
and her animal senses taking over. She
didn’t even hear the front door open and close, or the muffled scream…
“Well, you must
be the third sister,” Father said as he held Heather tightly round the waist, a
gloved hand firmly clamped over her nose and mouth, “stop struggling or I will
hurt you.”
Heather’s long
blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the straps of her black bra visible
as the neckline of her grey jersey dress sat off her shoulders. Father could see the tops of her patterned
hose as she tried to kick her legs out, her black leather boots falling slightly
down her legs as she did so.
“Listen, bitch,”
Father hissed, “my Son and Daughter have your sisters upstairs. One word from me, one word, and they regret
your struggles. Do you understand?”
Heather
suddenly stopped struggling, and nodded as he pushed her into the front room,
and then forced her to kneel on the floor, placing the shotgun within sight of
her and reach of him before he pulled some brown rope from a bag, pulled her wrists
behind her back and started to bind them tightly together.
“Please, don’t hurt
them,” she whispered as she heard the moans from upstairs.
“Does it sound
as if they are been hurt – yet?”
Heather listened
as the moans got louder, ad then grunted as Father pulled the rope between her arms
and tied it off, then forced her to kneel as he passed more rope around her
body, pulling it tight under her chest and then wrapping it round to form two
bands that pressed on and framed her breasts.
“That hurts,”
Heather whispered – and then she yelled as he pulled the rope tight, and tied
it off before he pulled her head back by her hair. “IF you won’t shut up, I’ll make you shut up,”
he growled before he let her go, Heather crying as he pulled the top of her dress
down her body, the ropes rubbing on her breasts now with only the bra to
protect her chest.
A bra which he
also pulled down, and then pressed down on her chest with his gloved fingers, groping
as she closed her eyes and tried not to scream as her body responded.
“Doesn’t that feel
good, you little bitch,” Father whispered into her ear, “do you want to thank
me of this?”
“No… Please,
stop,” Heather groaned as he heled her in his grasp, and felt something else press
against her – something large that was starting to throb.
“Oh shit –
please…”
“Since you
asked,” Father said as he pushed her forward and pulled her skirt up, her
panties down and his own pants…
Dawn screamed into
her gag as Son pinched her nipples, and then attached silver clamps to them over
the cloth, before he forced her to kneel on the floor, pulling the tape away
and then the ball before she watched him pull the front of his pants down.
“Please – no more…”
“You don’t have
a choice lady,” Son said as she gripped her hair, “take it.”
Dawn slowly
nodded as he brought her head forward, opening her mouth to accept the gift….
Fiona moaned
through the panties that had been stuffed in her mouth, tape wound round her
head as she lay on the bed, Sister looking up from between her legs with a thin
line of fluid round her mouth. She had
used her mouth and lips, her tongue, and now Fiona was physically, mentally exhausted,
and elated at the same time…
“That’s better,”
Father said as he pulled the rope tight, a pair of soiled panties now in Heather’s
mouth ad silver tape wrapped round it.
He had bound her ankles and legs, and now the heels of the boots were sitting
on her bare bottom as she started to cry, hogtied, silenced.
She could hear
the moans upstairs as two more masked people came in.
“We got everything,”
one of them said in a female voice.
“good – move out,”
Father said as they left, Heather wondering if her sisters were all right…
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