After Giving Thanks
“Mom, that
has to be the best Thanksgiving dinner ever!”
“You say that
every year, Erin,” Janna Keith said as she cleared the last of the dishes from
the table, “but I guess it is special this year – the first one you had to come
home for.”
Janna was in
her late forties, and was wearing a grey dress with a low cut front, and a
pattern of light grey links over the dark grey fabric. The skirt of the dress came down to just
above her knees, and it had a thin strip of black silk round the waist, secured
with a fake bow at the front. Under the
dress, she was wearing a pair of dark grey tights, with long black leather
boots over her lower legs.
Like her
mother, eighteen year old Erin had long blonde hair, although hers was a light
shade than that of Janna. A freshman
student, she was wearing a charcoal grey sweatshirt, black leggings and knee
length tan leather boots with long zips on the inside.
“Right,” her
father said as he came in, fastening the tie round his neck, “I need to get in
and make sure everything is ready for the hellstorm
tomorrow.”
“How did you
manage to get the shift before Black Friday,” Erin said as she brought two mugs
of coffee in.
“Luck of the
draw – it had to fall to me at some point,” he said as he kissed both of them, “I’ll
see you both tomorrow morning.”
The two women
stood at the door, the American flag fluttering over their heads as they waved
him off, and then went back inside.
“Let me give
you a hand to clear up Mom.”
“Oh come on –
we’ve got time to have our coffee,” Janna said as she and Erin walked into the
front room of their house, and sat down.
“So how’s
college?”
“Hard work –
but then you knew that, Mom.”
“It was a
while back in my case,” Erin said with a smile.
“But you look like you’re taking care of yourself.”
“The Hockey
team takes care of that,” Erin said with a smile. “But yeah, it’s...”
“Now who
could that be,” Janna said as they both heard the knock on the door. Standing up, she walked over to the door
while Erin picked up the remote for the television and turned it on.
“Yes, can I
help...”
Erin noticed
the sudden ending of her mother’s voice, as she looked over and then stood up
suddenly, watching as her mother came back towards her with two strangers. They were both women, and wore black jackets
and knee length skirts, their legs enclosed in sheer black stockings and their
feet in four inch heel pumps.
But apart
from their outfits, what Erin noticed was the dark sunglasses they wore – and
the very real pistol that one of them was pointing at her as her mum was pushed
forward.
“Hello,” she
said in a cultured voice, “please, sit, hands on your
head, and listen very carefully.”
The one who
spoke had blonde hair, while the second woman had auburn hair. “Sit next to your daughter, hands on your
head as well,” she said as she pushed Janna over, the older woman sitting next
to her daughter as they looked at the two intruders.
“All right,”
the brunette said, “you will refer to me as Miss Brown, and my friend as Miss
Blonde. Nod if you understand.”
Both women
nodded slowly as Miss Brown continued “you will do what we say, and you will
not question it. Do as we say, and we
will not hurt you. Do not, and you will
regret it. Do you understand?”
“Why are you
here,” Erin said quietly.
“Fair
question,” Miss Blonde said, “and we will answer it in time. Right now, I want you to go and fetch your
purse, and bring it here, with Miss Brown accompanying you. Make no attempt to raise the alarm, or your
mother is the one who will regret it.”
“Just do as
she says,” Janna said quietly, watching as Erin slowly stood up and walked into
the kitchen with the auburn haired intruder, returning with her purse as she
sat down.
“Empty it out
onto the coffee table.”
As Erin
emptied the contents out, Miss Blonde sorted through them, taking her cell
phone and removing the battery as well as the pager she carried, and then
putting her purse to one side.
“Your turn,”
she said as she looked at Janna, “where is your purse?”
“It’s over
there,” Janna said as she pointed to a side table. Miss Blonde nodded as she walked over and
emptied the purse out, disabling her phone as well and putting her purse to one
side.
“Now – what
we are here,” Miss Brown said, “some friends of ours are going to be visiting
your husband’s place of work, and we need him to allow us to do that without hindrance
– which is where you and your charming daughter come in.”
“Oh god,”
Janna said quietly, “you’re thieves?”
“We prefer to
think of ourselves as professional criminals,” Miss Blonde said, “so remain
calm, and you won’t get hurt. Actually,
why don’t you go and make some more coffee.
Miss Brown?”
“Come with
me,” Miss Brown said as she took Janna by the arm, while Miss Blonde sat and
looked at Erin.
“What exactly
are you going to do to us?”
“You’ll see –
put the television on. There might be a
miracle and something worth watching.”
“All right,”
Miss Blonde said as she looked at Erin and Janna, “it’s time we got you
ready. I want you, mommy, to put your
hands on your head and don’t move a muscle.”
As she nodded
and placed her hands palm down on her head, Janna watched as Miss Brown left
the house for a moment, returning with a bag which she placed on the floor and
opened.
“Now,” Miss
Blonde said as she looked at Erin, “fold your arms in front of you, and put
your elbows in the palms of your hands.”
“Like this,”
Erin said, Miss Blonde nodding as she was handed by
Miss Brown two lengths of thin cord. She
used them to bind Erin’s wrists to her arms, making sure the rope went several
times around and then between her limbs so they were held together, Janna
watching as it happened.
“Why are you
doing this,” Erin said as she tried to move her arms, only to shiver as Miss
Brown took a longer length of rope from the bag, and doubled it over. She walked behind the young woman, and passed
it around her body, forcing her upper arms against her body as she wound it
round above and below her chest.
“That’s
tight,” she complained as Miss Brown pulled the rope even tighter, and then
took it under her left arm, pulled the rope up and round the back of her neck,
and then around the bands under the other arm.
“It needs to
be,” Miss Blonde said as she picked up the house phone. “You are going to ask to speak to your
husband,” she said as she looked at Janna, “you are going to tell him that you
and your daughter are our hostages, and that he is to open the rear entrance to
the building.”
As she said
this, Erin’s eyes widened as Miss Brown took a sponge out of the bag, and
compressed it in her hand as she walked back over. “You need to be quiet for this,” she said
quietly, “open your mouth.”
“No – no you
are not putting that in my mouth,” Erin said as she clamped her mouth shut.
“Erin,
please...”
“Do not worry
– this is not an impossible problem,” Miss Brown said as she placed her gloved
hand on Erin’s chest, and started to massage her breasts as she wriggled round.
The ropes
sitting tightly over her chest were already irritating and arousing the young
woman in equal measures – but now, as the hand groped her, she could feel the
strangest of feelings running through her body, as she squirmed and tried to
get away.
It was
useless, however, as the hand kept working, until she finally opened her mouth
and gasped – then felt the sponge on her tongue as it was pushed into her mouth
and behind her teeth, and then the gloved hand was pressed over her mouth as
the groping continued.
“You’re going
to keep that in your mouth, aren’t you,” Miss Brown whispered, Erin nodding as
her mother watched the intruder pant a kiss on her daughter’s neck. Taking her hand away, she walked to the bag
and took out a roll of white tape, tearing the end loose before she wrapped it
tightly round Erin’s head, sealing the sponge into place in her mouth as her
mother watched.
“Now then,”
Miss Blonde said as she dialled a number, “talk to your husband.”
Janna looked
at Erin, Miss Brown, tearing the tape free and smoothing it against her cheek
before she put her gloved hands on Erin’s shoulders. Nodding, she took the phone and breathed in
deeply.
“Robert? It’s Janna.
Please, listen very carefully to what I’m going to say.
“There are
two women here with me and Erin. They
are armed, and they have tied Erin up and gagged her. I have the feeling my turn will come soon. They say they will not hurt us so long as you
do as they say.
“No – do not
call the police,” Janna said as she looked at the two women. “If you raise the alarm, they say they will
hurt us. Please...”
“Hang on,”
she said as she looked at Miss Blonde.
“He wants to talk to you.”
Taking the
handset, Miss Blonde said “Listen very carefully. Your wife is not lying – we are holding her
and your daughter hostage. Do as we say
and everyone gets to meet later. Don’t and...”
She nodded to
Miss Brown, who squeezed hard on Erin’s shoulders, making her squeal as Janna
took the handset back and said “Robert, please – they mean business!”
She listened
for a moment, and then said “They want you to go now and open the rear entrance
to the building. Please, Robert, just do
as they say.”
She handed
the phone back to Miss Blonde, saying “he’s going there now.” As Miss Blonde listened, she wondered what
was happening, before the intruder said “Good – let us know when it is done.”
She nodded to
Miss Brown, who gently massaged Erin’s shoulders before taking the handset, and
then ripping the telephone free of the wall socket. Coming back, she smiled as Miss Blonde said
“very good – both of you, stand up and face each
other.”
“Are you...
Are you all right, Erin?”
Her daughter
nodded as she watched both the intruders tale a length
of rope, and then Miss Blonde walked behind her mother, taking Janna’s hands
behind her back before crossing her wrists, and starting to bind them together.
As this was
happening, Janna watched as Miss Brown tied her length of rope around Erin’s
waist, knotting it just below her belly button and then letting the lengths of
rope drop to the floor. She could feel
the rope around her wrists as it was wrapped around and between her arms, and
then tied off out of reach of her fingers, before a long length was passed
around her own arms and body, pulled slowly to force her arms to her body below
her chest.
As the rope
went above and below her mother’s chest, Erin could not help but watch as the
front of her dress was stretched over her breasts, unaware of the fact Miss
Brown had knelt behind her, and her hand had been place between her legs. She became very aware of that as the rope was
pulled up and back, pressing on her crotch through the leggings as the rope was
secured to the ropes around her chest.
“Hmgddd,” she mumbled as she tried to move, and felt the
increased pressure on her mound, exciting and frightening her at the same time
as Miss Brown made her sit down.
Janna could
only watch this happening as the bands of rope pressed on her own chest,
rubbing on the bare flesh between them where the dress opened up as Miss Blonde
tightened them in the same way as those on Erin were cinched.
“Please,
don’t hurt us,” she whispered as Miss Brown arranged Erin’s legs, making her
sit in the Lotus position with her ankles under each knee. As she was helped to kneel down, she watched
as Miss Brown secured Erin’s ankles to her knees, taking the rope around and
between her legs as she did so.
She was dimly
aware of her own ankles been crossed and tied together as she watched Erin
close her eyes, moaning as the ropes were secured.
For her part,
Erin had no idea what was happening, the ropes ribbing on her chest and between
her legs as they were made tighter and tighter.
This was different, as she began to feel flushed, and felt a dampness between her legs where the ropes were rubbing on
her body. She didn’t know whether to
give in and enjoy them, or try to fight them – and then Miss Brown tied a
length of rope between her breasts, tightening the bands even more before she
played the rope out and tied it round her calves to further secure her legs together.
“Open your
mouth.”
Janna looked
over her shoulder, seeing the band of rope around her ankles and the second
band below her knees, and then nodded as she allowed Miss Blonde to push a
sponge into her mouth. She could feel it
expanding, pressing her tongue out as it filled and muffled any noise she was
making.
That was only
added to as she heard a ripping sound, and then the tugging on her cheek as the
end of the roll of white tape was pressed against it, and then the tape was
wrapped tightly round her head, trapping her hair against the back of her neck
as it pressed on her lips and head.
“Now then,”
Miss Blonde said as she tore the tape off and smoothed it against the
encircling band, “how shall we pass the time?”
“Pllsslfslnn,” Janna said, but she then stiffened as she
felt the gloved hands embracing and massaging her chest, looking at Erin as she
too was groped, fighting and wriggling to try and stop her while at the same
time suddenly feeling the effects of the gentle assault on her own body...
Janna opened
her eyes as she stopped shaking, looking at the clock and then the two women as
they stood up, Miss Blonde answering a call on her cell phone.
“Well, your
husband has been most cooperative,” she said, “so we’ll be going soon. But first, a little present
to say thank you for being so cooperative.”
“Whttdumnn,” Erin mumbled, and then she shivered as she felt
something being pushed under the crotch rope – and then felt it as she heard
the low buzzing.
“Hgdnnn,” Janna said as Miss Blonde lifted her dress, and
pushed a vibrator into her hose, making sure it sat against her crotch before
Janna was helped to lie on her stomach, and her legs pulled back, her ankles
secured to her chest ropes.
Erin looked
at her mother, her eyes wide open over the tape band as she saw Janna struggle,
and start to pant through her nose as they both felt the pleasure increase.
They never
noticed their two captors slip out of the house, as their bodies shook, and
they screamed into their gags...
“ERIN! JANNA!”
“NHRRRRRR,”
Janna called out as she heard her husband, and then saw him run in, looking at
them as two police officers followed him.
“Oh god, are
you all right?”
Janna nodded
and then shook again as yet another orgasm swept over her, Erin crying as the
same thing happened to her. She was just
thankful her father and they were safe, as the police cut the tape from their
heads, and eased the soaking wet sponges from their mouths.
“They told me
they’d hurt you if we raised the alarm – did they?”
“No,” Erin
panted, “they must have just left us here.
Please, get us free...”
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