Grey Outlook
The large
conference room was filled with a gentle hum as the three women sat at one end
of the table, looking over the plans and the profile documents, but they fell
silent as the doors opened and three women walked in.
The tallest of
the three women wore a grey silk sweater, wrap round skirt, jacket and soft
leather heels, her long auburn hair falling over the shoulders, and as she
spoke her deep voice seemed to warm the room.
“Thank you for meeting here,” she said as she sat down, “I trust you
have had time to study the packages.”
“We did
Madame,” one of the women replied.
“Good – Lilian,
please, go through the plan…”
“Is everything
ready, Melissa?”
“Yes. Madame,”
the housekeeper said as she stood in the drawing room of the large manor house,
wearing the classic black coat dress, white apron and black shoes. “The caterer has prepared the food, all that
is needed is for me to heat what needs to be heated, plate and serve.”
“Excellent,
then I leave you to it,” Helen said as she turned and left the kitchen, Melissa
sighing and sitting down as she shook her head.
If she only knew what was going to happen…
The knock on
the kitchen door caught her attention as she walked over, opened the door and
said “ah…”
Helen checked
her reflection in the mirror and smiled.
The leopard print top hugged her upper body like a glove, the deep front
opening exposing just a little of her chest.
The leather skirt came just low enough to expose the top of her flesh
coloured stockings, while the knee length black leather boots had a three inch
stiletto heel.
“For a woman in
her late fifties, you look good girl,” she said quietly to herself as she
turned round – only to be shocked at the two women standing there. They both were wearing tight black sweaters,
leggings and short boots, as well as short leather gloves – and a stocking
pulled down over their heads, pressing their hair down as one said “not a word
lady – just turn around slowly, and put your hands behind your back.”
“Why should I,”
Helen said quietly.
“Because we say
so,” the second woman said as she raised her hand, and Helen saw the small
pistol in her hand.
“How… How did you get in?”
“Your
housekeeper is most accommodating,” the first woman said quietly, “now, hands
behind your back – Number Two here is going to make sure you cannot interfere
in our necessary work.”
“and how
exactly will she do that?”
“I’m so glad
you asked,” the woman said as Number Two handed her the gun, and drew a length
of rope from a bag at her side, walking behind Helen and pulling her wrists
behind her back. Helen grimaced as she
felt the rope pulled tightly round her wrists, forcing them to stay together as
it was taken around and between her arms.
Then she felt
her elbows as they were drawn together, the rope holding them in place as her
arms were secured together. She glanced
down to see the way her chest was forced out, as she said “who are you, and
what do you want?”
“All in good
time, dear lady – you have dinner guests coming, and we must be ready for
them,” the woman said as Number Two looked over Helen’s shoulder. “Orders, Number One?”
“Take her to
the master bedroom – make sure she is secured, comfortable and quiet. I will see you up there shortly.”
“Understood
Number One,” the second woman said as she forced Helen to walk in front of her,
Number One smiling as two other masked women came in.
“The
housekeeper is secured – orders?”
“The first
guest should be arriving soon – make her comfortable in the library…”
Julie looked
round as she stepped out of her Daimler, breathing in the fresh air as she
closed and locked the car door. She was
wearing a black knee length jersey dress and black slouch suede boots, and this
was a dinner she was not looking forward to.
Yes, Helen was her boss, and she had to attend, but that ‘holier than
thou’ attitude she had at times.
Walking up to
the door, she took off her glasses and wiped them before replacing them, and ringing
the doorbell. As it opened, she walked
in, smiling as she said “so what is for dinner tonight?”
“A folded
scarf.”
As the door
closed, Julie looked at the masked and armed woman, shaking her head as she
said “oh no, not again?”
“So this is not
the first time for you?”
“OH lord no,”
Julie said quietly, “so what’s the plan for me?”
“Come with me
to the library,” the masked woman said quietly.
“Number Three, will you watch for the next arrival?”
“Yes, Number
Four,” a second woman said from behind her, as Julie was taken by the arm and
walked into the library. As they walked
in, Number Four indicated a sturdy wooden chair and said “please, be
seated. I regret that I have to ensure
you stay there for some time, and that dinner will be delayed.”
“Hell – at
least you said please,” Julie whispered quietly as she sat down, crossing her
legs as she looked round. “Helen does
have a nice library – so, what are you going to do?”
“Ask you to put
your arms through the chair back,” Number Four said, Julie looking behind her
and then feeding her arms between the three slats of the chair back. As she did so, Number Four crossed her wrists
and bound them tightly together with rope, and then secured them to the centre
spar of the chair.
“That’s not too
bad,” Julie said as she flexed her fingers, while Number Four tied one end of a
length of rope to where the chair back met the seat, and then wound it tightly
round her captive, forcing her against the chair back as it secured her arms as
well.
“So, you’re
robbing Helen?”
“that is part
of the situation, yes,” Number Four said as she knelt in front of Julie, and
started to tie her ankles together, the soft suede of her boots compressing
under the cords, “and other things. I
must say, your calmness is a good sign.”
“Like I said,
not the first time, and you may be armed, but you are been courteous,” Julie
said as her ankles were pulled to the side, and secured to the chair leg. As Number four started to bind her legs
together below her knees, she said “so who are you working for?”
“You have heard
of Madame X?”
Julie nodded as
she said “I should be honoured, I suppose.
O long as none of the others are hurt.”
“And your
hostess?”
Julie laughed
as she said “this should teach her a lesson.
Where is she?”
“Upstairs –
now, I did say you would be eating a scarf.
Please, open your mouth.”
“Thank you,”
Julie said as the folded black silk square was pushed into her mouth, closing
her lips over it as Number Four pressed the edge of the black tape to her
cheek, and then wound it tightly round her head, muffling her even more as the
tape was pressed down.
“Oh look – a
safe,” Number Four said as she moved a false cover, “allow me to show you how
easy it is to open one of these…
The main door
opened smoothly as the dark haired sixty year old came in, removing her black
Pashmina shawl as she said “well, let’s get…
Ah.”
“Hello,” Number
One said as she held the gun up. “You
would be Barbara, correct?”
“That’s right,”
she said quietly as she looked over.
Number One looked her up and down – dark hair cut in a bob, shaded
glasses, a black dress with a cropped lace blouse over the top, a thin black
leather belt around her waist, dark hose, black knee length leather boots. “Please, hold your shawl out and let my
friend take it from you, and then slowly move your hands behind your back.”
“So, is this a
home invasion,” Barbara said quietly as she felt her wrists been crossed, and
then heard the tape tearing from the roll as they were secured together.
“Yes, as far as
the owner of the house is concerned,” Number One said as Barbara noticed the
silver tape that was being wound tightly round her stomach and arms.
“Helen? She can afford it.” Barbara then looked over and said “hand on –
as far as the owner of the house is concerned?
What does that…”
“Time for you
to sleep,” Number One said as a damp cloth was clamped over Barbara’s nose and
mouth. Her eyes shot open as she tried
to scream for help, but that only made her inhale the fumes, her mind
immediately starting to fog as she struggled in the strong grip.
As her eyes
slowly closed, Barbara slumped into the arms of the masked woman. Number Three held her as she fell into
unconsciousness, passing the tape to Number One as she knelt down and taped her
ankles together, and her legs above and below her knees, before taping over her
mouth. Number Three turned Barbara round
and lifted her over her shoulder, patting her bottom as she did so.
“Sorry I’m late
Helen, but…”
“Come in,”
Number One said as she looked at the latest arrival, the dark haired woman
walking slowly in as she looked at the two masked women. “Number Three, kindly take our guest out to
the van. You would be…”
“Morag,” the woman
said as she stared at Barbara while she was carried away. Her black leather jacket was over a black
dress with a fern print. The dress was a
tight fit with an open round neckline, and came to just above her knees. The fishnet stockings hugged her legs, as did
the knee length black leather boots.
“Must be a
fashion statement for the well to do older woman,” Number One said with a
smile. “I am afraid you must consider
yourself our prisoner Morag. Kindly take
off your jacket, and then face the wall, hands behind your back.”
“You’re going
to tie me up,” Morag said as she complied, her jacket falling to the floor as
she did so. Turning her head to the side
while Number One slipped some rope around her arms, and pulled them together so
that her elbows touched, she said “where are the others?”
“Julie is
having some down time in library. As for
the hostess – perhaps you would like to join her.”
“Hmmm – and
where is she,” Morag whispered as the rope was tied around and between her
arms, and then a second length of rope tied round her wrists as she flexed her
fingers.
“Let us find
out in a short while,” Number One said quietly as she pulled the rope between
her wrists, tied it off, and then wrapped a longer length around Morag, pulling
it tight under her chest before she started to wind it round above and below
her breasts. As the material of her
dress was stretched further, she smiled and said “interesting…”
“What is?”
“How this feels
on me,” Morag said with a sigh as her chest was forced up and out, the bands
rubbing on her as Number One fed the rope under one arm, up and around the back
of her neck, and then under the other arm before tying it off.
“So if I may
ask – Barbara?”
“Ah – our
employer wishes to see her on a matter of some import – well, actually, it is
her husband that we wish to talk to as a matter of import.” Tying the ropes off, she turned Morag round
and said “I will take you to Helen – once I am assured of your silence. Open your mouth.”
“Well, since
you asked so nicely,” Morag also purred as the compressed sponge ball was
pushed into her mouth, expanding behind her teeth and pressing her tongue down
as Number One tore a long strip of white tape from a wide roll, and then
pressed it firmly over her lips and jaw, the tape forming to the contours of
her face as she looked at her binder.
“After you,”
she said as she indicated the staircase, Morag nodding as she walked in front
of her, up the large staircase and along the corridor until a door was opened.
“Hmmghdhdmhrhhgg!”
“Whllhllthr,” Morag said as she saw Helen lying on her side
on the large bed. Her ankles and legs
had been secured with rope, then her ankles pulled back and tied behind her
back – but it was the other rope, that went behind her legs and hiked up her
leather skirt, that Morag’s eyes were fixed on.
“I think you
should have one as well.”
“Hfnnfnnn,” Morag mumbled as Number One tied a length of
rope around her waist, then let the ends drop to the floor, as a groan escaped from
under her taped lips while the rope was pulled up and pressed on her panties.
“Whtddufhnk,” Helen said quietly as she watched her friend
having the rope tied the skirt of her dress hiked up as well, and then made to
lie facing her as first her ankles, then her legs were bound with rope. Morag’s ankles were then pulled back, her
eyes closing as she felt the rope tighten between her legs as her ankles were
secured to that behind her.
“I’m sure you
can keep each other company,” Number One indicated to Number Two as they walked
out of the room, leaving Morag and Helen looking at each other.
“Hfuushnthhffrs?”
“thfffthknbhrrbrrhhsmwhr.
Shuleehhh?”
“Nhddeeddd.” Helen
twisted round, and then let out a sigh as she closed her eyes.
“ISthhtshnnwhtehthnnnkhsddhnn?”
Helen looked
over and nodded as Morag started to move her ankles to and fro,
closing her eyes and groaning as she did so.
She looked at Helen, and then moved over, gently pressing her tap
covered lips on Helen’s.
“Nhttheehhmshndndhtnht.”
“Hshhttthppphndkhssmmm.”
Helen nodded as
she returned the kiss, and then moved down, gently nuzzling on the bare part of
Morag’s chest as her friend slowly worked the rope between her legs. She kissed the top of Helen’s head as they
lost themselves in each other…
“And how is the
other guest?”
“Relaxing,”
Number Three said as the three masked women looked at Julie. She looked at them as well, as she said “shwwhthhnhhh?”
“I think she
deserves a reward for been so patient, Number Two.”
“I agree Number
Three. Number One?”
Julie’s eyes
widened as she saw the long white tube in the masked woman’s hand, and heard
the soft buzzing, before it was slipped into her pants, entering her damp slit
as she closed her eyes and groaned as well.
“Move out,”
Number One said quietly as they made their way back to the kitchen.
“Target is in
the van,” Number Four said as she finished fastening up the coat dress, and
tied the apron round her waist.
“Ready to play
your part?”
Melissa nodded
as she pushed the cloth into her mouth, and then wrapped the black tape round
her head, before she sat in the chair, Numbers Two and Three taping her arms
and legs to the chair as well as her waist.
“Madame will
expect you tomorrow afternoon, once you tender your immediate resignation.”
Melissa nodded
as the other three left the house, two of them climbing in the back of the van
as Number One got behind the wheel, and removed the stocking from her head.
“Right,” Lily
said quietly, “let’s move out…”
“Our guest?”
“Lady Barbara
is currently under the tender care of the farm team,” Lily said as she sat in
the boardroom of Xavier International, drinking her coffee. “Her husband has been informed of what he
needs to do.”
“And Melissa?”
“She played her
part beautifully, Madame – she will be of use in other visits.”
“Well, we now
have the foothold in the DEFRA we needed to ensure ethical policies are
maintained,” Shirley said quietly, “so well done all of you. Now, what is the next order of business…”