Not A Robbery – Golden Girls

She was taken completely by surprise when she returned home to her house. Helen had been at the charity shop all morning, and was wearing a taupe blouse, long skirt and black heels – but the last thing she had expected when she had closed the door was to be grabbed from behind, a hand placed over her mouth as a man whispered into her ear “remain calm, do exactly what I tell you to do.”

She looked through her red rimmed glasses at the mirror on the wall and saw him behind her, her gey hair against his chest. He was tall, thin, and had receding grey hair, but there was no denying the strength in his grip on her, or the way he sounded as he said “What’s your name?”

“Hlhhhnn,” she mumbled her lips moving on the palm of his hand.

“Helen?” She nodded as he said “all right Helen, who else lives here?”

“Mhfhrhnds.”

“Well, I am sure we will meet them in due course,” he said quietly. “Now, I want you to stand very still and open your mouth as wide as you can.”

Helen slowly nodded as he removed his hand, and she saw the large wad of cloth before he pushed it firmly into her mouth, making sure it all went in before he tied a wide band of white silk round her head, covering her mouth as he did so. She knew she was not going to be able to raise the alarm…

“Good,” he said as he put his hands on her shoulders, “now, turn round and cross your wrists in front of yourself.”

“Uhchnnthkmhmhnnhe,” Helen mumbled as she turned and crossed her wrists, watching as he used a doubled over length of white rope to secure them tightly together. He made sure the rope went round and between her limbs, before tying the ends out of reach of her long painted fingers. Helen sighed, knowing the next thing he was going to do was bind her arms to her sides.

After all, that had happened the last time…

“I told you to stand still,” the masked man said as he pulled the rope tightly round Helen’s body, forcing her arms against her sides as he did so. The young assistant manager was wearing a short sleeved coat dress, two rows of buttons at the front and fastened to the left, with a gold belt fastened round her waist. The skirt of her dress came halfway down to her knees, and she was wearing black heels.

She had come into the office to be surprised by the intruder, who had started by securing her wrists together behind her back with more of the thin brown rope, which was now holding her arms to her sides, forcing her chest up and out between the two bands it had formed. Her long light brown hair was carefully styled, but it was held against the back of her head by the scarf that was tied round that, the centre of the band sitting between her teeth.

She felt the last tug before the masked man pushed her into an armchair, and knelt in front of her. He stood a good foot taller than her, and was dressed in black – including the balaclava over his head, and the gloves on his hands as he crossed her ankles and bound them tightly together as well. Taking them to the side, he secured them to the leg of the chair, and then turned back to where the safe door stood open, loading wads of notes and trays of jewels into his bag.

Helen started trying to struggle, feeling the ropes rubbing on her, as well as the way the scarf between her lips was getting heavy with the saliva from her mouth. Eventually, the man stood up, and looked at Helen, his head to one side before he walked over and put one gloved hand over her gagged mouth, the other hands groping her chest as she shook her head.

“Relax – I’m not into that sort of thing, just having some fun,” he said quietly, before he kissed her forehead and then walked out of the office, leaving her to try and get free…

“Raise your hands.”

Helen looked at the man, and then raised her bound wrists up as he doubled over a much longer length of white rope. He then wrapped it round her upper body, forming two bands that framed her chest, but Helen was wondering why he had not bound her like that man had…

“Okay,” he said as he secured the ropes behind her, “up to your bedroom, Helen – nice and slowly.” He waited until she lowered her arms and then started to walk up the stairs, the man following her. They entered her bedroom, as he looked round and said “good – lie down, head on the pillows.” He waited for Helen to do this, before he lifted her hands above her head, and secured them to metal headboard.

“Mjhlhsshrinthr,” she mumbled as she looked to the chest of drawers, but to her surprise he just shook his head. “I said I would take what I wanted,” he whispered as he reached into a bag and took out more rope, wrapping it round her ankles and securing them together before he tied the ends to the foot of the bed.

Helen looked at him, wondering what he was doing as he looked down at her – and then she felt him as he unfastened and removed her skirt, revealing the black fishnet tights she was wearing as he used yet more rope to secure her legs together below her knees. She watched as he took the rope between her legs and pulled it tighter, before he looked at her, the back of his hand stroking her cheek.

“Whtthruhghhnthdh,” she mumbled, and then she watched as he slowly opened her blouse up, feeling the ropes rubbing on her chest as he pulled the panels to the side – and then the feel of his fingers as he began to massage her chest, sinking into the flesh under the cups of her white bra.

“Hmghddd,” she mumbled as he then slipped down the cups, and his fingers kneaded the flesh of her breasts. It was a feeling she had not expected to ever feel again – and she twisted round in an attempt to stop this happening. All that did, however, was to make his fingers stroke over her nipples, and Helen was shocked at how sensitive they had become, how her body shook when he did that.

So when he leaned over and kissed her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples, something in her brain seemed to take over. She had no idea if it was the helplessness of the situation, or the fact there was some sort of pleasure building inside her, but she closed her eyes and allowed him to continue, groaning softly as he made her nipples harder, even more sensitive…

She then felt his hand between her legs, gently stroking her sex as she twisted round, then opening her eyes as she saw him lower her tights, her panties, and then place his head there as she felt his lips, his tongue..

“Hshwwrthlhrrddd…”

She could feel his tongue entering her, feel a flow between her les, feel the fire that was burning inside her as her body reverted to almost an animalistic response. She growled now, pushing herself up as her eyes remained closed, the fire growing stronger and stronger as he used his lips and tongue on her until…

He stepped back and watched as her whole body shook, the beads of sweat on her body glowing, before he took from a bag a small white lozenge and slipped it into her passage, pulling her panties back up as the soft buzzing filled the room. Helen panted into her gag, barely hearing the door to the house open and close – but he did…

Marge took off her grey flecked jacket and hung it on the coat rack, then looked up stairs. Was Helen up there? She stood still for a moment, and then walked into the front room, adjusting the collar of her white blouse as she did so.

She was a sprightly sixty five year old, her hair still red-brown, and as well as her blouse she was wearing a pair of black pants and black shoes. Sitting herself on a brown leather chair, she smiled as she picked up a magazine and began to read.

“Hello – do not look round, but slowly put the magazine down, and put your hands behind your back.”

Marge looked ahead, feeling the small disc pressing against her back, and then slowly nodded as she put the magazine down, and moved her hands behind her. “Where’s Helen,” she said as she felt the rope being pulled tight round her wrists.

“Happy upstairs – remain calm, and you will be happy as well,” the male voice said as she felt the rope getting tighter, going around and then between her wrists before it was pulled tight.

“Just take what you want – my purse is in my handbag,” she whispered.

“Hush,” the voice whispered into her ear, before she saw the purple scarf in front of her – and then darkness as it was tied round her head as a blindfold. She tried to control her breathing as she felt the pressure on her arms, her mind going back over forty years…

Marge slowly took off her black blouson jacket, staring at the two women standing in front of her. Both of them had on tight sweaters, and pants tucked into leather boot s- and stocking masks pulled down over their heads and tucked under the necks of the sweaters.

The young wife was wearing a white short sleeved top, and a short black skirt, as well as black hose and heels. Suitable clothing for a secretary, but now…

“Okay lady,” the masked woman holding the gun said as her partner pulled a chair away from the dining table, “sit down, put your hands by your sides, and don’t move an inch.”

“If you want my jewels, they are upstairs,” Marge whispered, as the masked woman knelt by her, and she saw her pull a length of white cord round her wrists, tying it in place before she took the cord back and secured it to the joint of the chair seat and the chair back. The intruder walked round, Marge seeing the rope in her gloved hands, before she felt her other arm being secured in place.

“Oh god,” she whispered to herself as the woman went to a carrier bag, taking out even more rope and doubling it over before she wrapped it round her stomach and the chair back, forcing her into place. To her horror, the rope went round again, this time forcing her arms against the chair as well, and then her upper body. By the time she was finished, Marge was unable to do more than wriggle her upper body, the bands stretching her top over her chest as the woman looked at her.

“Cute – gag her.”

“Say whtthtnnhhh,” Marge mumbled as a thick black silk band was pulled between her lips, forcing her tongue down as the ends were secured, trapping her hair against the back of her neck. She was then pulled back against the wall, watching as the woman knelt down and wrapped rope around her legs, forcing them together as they were bound above her knees.

She felt the gloved fingers stroking her legs as they were secured, and again as her ankles were secured, then pulled back and the ends of the rope secured to the spar under the seat.

“Go and check the rooms,” the woman holding the gun said, her friend nodding as Marge looked at her leaving the room. As she put the gun down, the masked woman walked over, smiling under the mask as she said “now, we can have some fun…”

Marge could remember it clearly now – the feel of the gloved hand on her cheek, the covered lips as they were pressed against hers, and then the feel on her chest. She grunted as the rope framing her won chest were pulled tighter, framing her chest and making it difficult to do more than wriggle round.

And then she felt the hands on her own chest, gently massaging them as she whispered “oh god…”

“No, not God,” the male voice whispered into her ear, “but someone who wants you to feel pleasure.”

“But… Oh…” She groaned again as she felt her blouse been opened, and then the fingers on her chest as they pressed down and across her breasts. “Helen…”

“Is not your concern,” the man whispered before he kissed her neck, and then slipped his hands under the cups of her bra, gently squeezing her nipples as she closed her eyes.

She felt the hands as they were removed, and then felt her ankles being crossed, felt the rope as it was pulled tightly around and between her legs, and then the feeling as her legs were secured in the same way above her knees. She was then slowly helped to kneel on the floor, feeling whoever this man was behind her as his hands slipped the cups of her bra down, and then massaged her bare chests, making her groan as she was pushed back against his body. She could feel his response to her movements, her fingers stroking over his crotch and feeling the bulge grow larger…

“Do you like this?”

Marge fought to express her disgust at what was happening, but something inside her seemed to take control, as she nodded and said “Yhsss….”

“Good,” he whispered as he pressed more firmly, and she began instinctively to stroke her fingers as much as she could. She felt him jerk a little, and then felt him stop, sensed him walking in front of her as she heard a zip lowering.

His hands were on his head as he guided it forward, and her lips touched something – it tasted salty, and seemed large. But it also throbbed, and she knew what it was as she kissed it, moving her head up and down before she put her lips over the end, and then pulled back as her lips made a soft popping sound.

“You know what you need to do?”

Marge nodded as her head was guided forward again, and this time she put her lips over the tip, running her tongue over the base as she gently sucked. She hard his groan, and then took the organ deeper into her mouth, playing with it with her tongue as she felt it pressing that down, the throbbing running through the nerves there as she started to gently bob her head to and fro, and suck in time to the motions.

The cock grew larger in there, as she concentrated on that, not hearing the front door open and close or the footsteps up the stairs. He mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only as her mouth was filled by the expanding organ, the throbbing intensifying as she felt her own body warm internally. This… this was giving her pleasure, making her feel so good despite the way it was happening…

The hands remained on her head as she worked harder,. Sucked harder, felt the throbbing intensify and turn into a pulsing on her tongue. Marge knew what was coming, and braced herself…

When it came, it was a hot tidal wave that she started to swallow, taking in as much as she could as he pulsed and released into her mouth and throat. She knew he was not going to let go until he was done, and it seemed to last forever…

Eventually, however, he let her go and she pulled her head back,. Gasping before she felt him wipe her chin – and then push the sponge he was using into her mouth, before she heard a peeling sound and felt the tape tugging on the skin round her mouth.

She was laid on her side, her ankles pulled back and then fixed into place, as she stared into the scarf and heard the footsteps…

He looked at the hogtied, blindfolded and gagged woman before he left the front room, closing the door quietly and then heading up the stairs. He looked into Helen’s room, seeing her groan and shake again before he closed the door, and heard the sounds from along the corridor. Smiling to himself, he leant against the wall outside one door and waited.

As the door opened, a woman in her early sixties came out, wearing a short robe with black sleeves, and a white body with a floral print. The robe was fastened by one button at the front, but she was also wearing black hose and heels. The gold rimmed spectacles she was wearing matched the earrings hanging from the lobes of her ears.

She stared at the man standing there, whispering “what the…”

“Not a word,” he said quietly, “I have your housemates already secured – you don’t want them to experience nay more – discomfort, do you?”

As she shook her head, he said “what’s your name?”

“Karen…”

“Tell me, Karen – have you ever been tied up before?”

“yyyyyes…”

“Good,” he said as he took her by the arm, and led her into a room, a simple wooden chair sitting on the middle of the floor. “Sit down, and don’t move.”

Karen slowly nodded as she complied, looking to the side as he picked up white rope and then started to secure her left wrist to the back of the chair. Memories came back…

Karen grunted as the black scarf was pulled between her lips, silencing her as the ends were secured at the back of her neck. The young woman was wearing a white blouse and a short black skirt, dark hose, heels – but she also had the added decoration of a band of rope holding her crossed wrists together at the small of her back.

There was another band of rope round her upper arms, making sure they were fixed against her body by the man who was kneeling behind her, wrapping more rope round her ankles and beginning to make sure they were bound together. He had forced her to empty the contents of the tills into his bag, and the jewels from the cases, as the shutters had been pulled down over the street facing windows when he came in. The shotgun he had pointed at her had ensured her complete cooperation.

She grunted into the scarf, feeling how wet it was already getting, as she was forced to lie on her side and her ankles pulled back, the man using more rope to secure them to her wrists. He then took one last length and secured her legs together above her knees,

Karen struggled as she lay on her side, but then stopped as she saw the way he was looking at her. “Pity I am on a deadline, or this could have been more fun,” he said quietly as he picked up his bag and left her to struggle, to try and call for help…

“That hurts,” Karen said as she felt the ropes tighten round her right wrist, shaking her away form her thoughts as she glanced down and saw the way her wrist was secured to the chair back.

“Then you need it sit still and quiet,” the man said as he took more rope, a much longer length, and walked behind Karen, doubling the rope over in his hands before he passed it round her waist and pull the ends through the support slats in the chair back, forcing her back against the chair as she shook her head.

“What… What have you done to my friends,” she said quietly as the rope came round again, the bands framing her chest as the front of her robe opened slightly. He added more rope to both bands as he took the rope round again and again, and then she felt the ropes being secured as her body twisted round.

“What I will do to you, bring you happiness,” he said quietly before she saw something in front of her – a white cloth, rolled and with a knot tied in the middle.

“No… Please, I’ll be quiet I promise, you don’t have to ghhgmhhh…”

Karen could not stop him from pushing the knot into her mouth as she talked, making sure it was behind her teeth before he took the white cloth round her head, pulling it tighter and pulling back at the corners of her mouth as he secured the ends at the base of her neck.

Karen groaned then as he took rope over her left shoulder, and fed it under the lower band between her breasts, then winding it between the two bands before he took it over he rother shoulder. This pulled the bands even tighter together around her breasts, her robe opening fully – but that was not all he did. He took more rope over one the right shoulder, fed it round the upper band and took it back, then repeated the process on the other side.

“Hnnhhh,” Karen moaned as she felt the ropes rubbing on her, and then saw him walk round and move her ankle to sit against the leg of the chair. Glancing down, she saw him use rope to secure it against the joint of the chair leg, and groaned as she twisted round, wondering what his intentions were…

She felt him over her only free limb, and glanced down as it too was secured to the front chair leg. She was stuck, silenced, the ropes rubbing on her as she twisted round – but there was another feeling in her as she tried to get free, tried to speak as the white cloth grew greyer at the corners of her mouth.

“Hush – this is a moment for pleasure.”

“Whatduhhmhn,” Karen moaned as he smiled at her, and then pulled her robe open, revealing her black lace bra and thong as well as the top of her stockings. Her eyes shot open – and then she tried to pull back as he came towards her, and caressed her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently as he kissed her neck and throat.

Karen was terrified about what might happen now, but she could feel her own body responding to the attentions he was giving it, especially when he lowered the bra cups and started to sink into the soft flesh of her breasts with his fingers. She closed her eyes and groaned as she felt her own flesh firming up – and then felt his gentle suck on her nipples as he enclosed them with his lips and kissed her chest.

“Hghddd…” She felt his tongue on the erect nipples, felt her body shiver at that touch, and then the response as he sucked and kissed, her body aching rather than repulsed by this attention…

“Whhh?”

“Because beauty in all ages should be appreciated,” he said as he stroked her hair from her face, and then kissed her forehead as she heard a soft buzzing sound. Karen wondered what it was, and then she felt something being slipped under the ropes at her breasts, and felt the vibrator against her left breast.

A second one was slipped into place as she twisted round, her eyes closed as waves of pleasure swept over her, and then she heard him kneel down, felt the cold blade of scissor as he cut away her panties, and then the touch of his fingers between her legs.

It was like little electric shocks running through her body, and Karen groaned more loudly as those shocks seemed to get longer, more intense as she traced a finger up between her surprisingly damp legs. Was she still capable of feeling this even now?

That question was answered as he looked at her, and then kissed her breasts again, moving from side to side as she felt his finger slip past the petals of her sex, and stroke the inside of her passage. When he touched one particular spot, she arched her back and groaned loudly at the touch.

“Ah - there we are,” he whispered as he felt the flow, and continued to move his finger in there, Karen shaking her head as she felt her body start to shake. But there was no relief from him as he continued to suck and move, kiss and move, suck and move.

“HSWTHTJHSHHSSS!”

Karen’s eyes opened wide as her whole body shook, the orgasm so surprising and the emotional shock so unexpected as it swept over her, but also so welcoming, so wonderful at her age…

As her head slumped forward, the man straightened up, smiling as she panted into the soaking wet gag, and then wiping his finger on the inside of her leg before he walked out of the room. Making his way down the stairs, he stopped and looked into the front room to see Marge lying there. She had managed somehow to get the blindfold to go form her eyes, the scarf on her hair as she looked at him.

“Enjoy your evening,” he said with a smile as he looked at her. Marge blushed, saying “fhknuh” as she watched him walk away…

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