Black and White
Thursday
Alexa could not
believe what was happening, as she twisted round while lying on her side in
front of the low window of her apartment, the fire effect blazing as the
streetlights shone outside. She had
returned from the nightclub an hour ago – and the ordeal had started the moment
she walked in, and the gloved hand was clamped over her mouth as she was pulled
backwards.
There were four
of them – two men, two women, both dressed in black one piece suits and with
balaclavas covering their heads, only their eyes and mouths showing. It was the women who had forced her to the
floor and pulled her arms behind her back, using what she realised then was
some sort of rope to force her wrists together.
She was dressed
in white – a leather blouson jacket with the sleeves pulled up so that her dark
skin on her arms showed, that jacket over a tight white t-shirt. Her leather trousers hugged her skin, the
lower legs tucked into a pair of high white leather boots, with three inch
heels. Her brown hair was piled on her
head, diamond earrings in her lobes.
The rope rubbed
on the bare skin of her wrists, as she felt them crossing her ankles, and then heard
a squeaking sound as they bound her ankles as well, the rope rubbing on the
leather and making the squeaking.
Whoever these masked women were, they knew what they were doing, as she
wondered what was going to happen next. Especially
when they tied the rope under the heels of her boots, forcing them together as
well.
That was when
she was made to sit up, and she saw the rope – black, a deep, deep black that
went around and between her legs, before one of the masked women knelt behind
her and held her, the other woman taking another length of rope and wrapping it
around her legs below her knees to force them together as well.
She looked
round, too scared to speak as the masked men searched her room, throwing stuff
onto the floor and pulling the cushions up as they tried to find – whatever it
was they were trying to find. Her
attention was forced back as the woman took the rope between her legs to make
the binding tighter, tied the ends off under her legs, and then took another length
of rope to tie her legs above her knees.
What was
strange was how soft the rope felt – and how strong as well, as the rope bound
her legs, taking the ropes around and between her legs as had been done before.
She stared at
the three bands, the black contrasting with the white leather, as it was tied
off, and twisted her legs from side to side, hearing the squeak not just from the
rope on the leather, but the leather on the leather. She barely noticed as the woman behind her
passed more black rope around her body and pulled it tight under her chest,
forcing her arms into her sides and the sides of her jacket open as her chest was
forced up and out.
“What do you
think you are doing?”
The words
finally escaped her lips as the rope was pulled tighter with each pass, framing
her chest as it went above and below, pressing down on her chest as she tried
to move around – with little success, given the strength of the woman binding
her. She tugged once more, and then took
the rope over one shoulder, fed it under the band below and between her breasts,
and then pulling it back up so that her breasts were framed in rope, the white
material of her t-shirt stretched tight over it.
The men turned
and looked at the masked woman, as one of them said “check the other rooms, see
what you can find,” and then squeezed Alexa’s chest with her gloved hand. Alexa opened her mouth to scream – and then
tried not to gag as a large black cloth was stuffed into her mouth, and then
black tape wrapped tightly round her head to keep the cloth in place, her lips
barely able to close over it.
She had then
been laid on her side and her ankles pulled back, Alexa feeling them secure
them to the chest ropes behind her back so that she was immobilised – and
helpless, watching as the woman searched through her bags.
And the worst
thing? She truly had no idea what it was
they were looking for – although the men coming back in with bags that tinkled
as they walked told her that her jewellery and valuables had certainly been
taken. But what was it they wanted that
meant they had to trash her home?
Or maybe this
was part of their sick game?
As the four
masked intruders left, she started to struggle, the ropes rubbing on her as she
twisted her head round, trying any way she could think of to get free….
“Report.”
“We have the contact names, and she will
have no idea we had them. The robbery
appeared to be just that – a robbery.”
“Excellent – how will you proceed?”
“Two teams – two hits tomorrow, two
Saturday, we execute at dawn on Sunday.”
“Good – contact with a report on a
regular basis.”
Friday
Olga
Hammerstrom smiled as she checked her reflection in the mirror, her long blonde
hair falling over her bare shoulders. It
was seven o’clock on a Friday night, and she was ready to meet her friends at
the wine bar.
Her shoulders
were bare save for the black spaghetti straps that were holding up her tight
black satin top, matched by the short black leather skirt that came half way
down her thighs. Her slim legs were in a
pair of black fishnet stockings, as well as a pair of patent black leather
boots that hugged them below her knees.
“All right
then,” she said to herself as she picked up her purse and headed to the door,
“it’s time to…”
“Walk right
back in, with your hands in the air, and say nothing.”
Olga stared at
the man and woman standing outside, and then walked slowly back, her eyes
moving down to the pistol in the gloved hand of the man as the woman closed the
door. Both were wearing denim jackets
and jeans, black jumpers under the jackets, and dark glasses.
“What – what do
you want,” Olga whispered as she stood with her hands raised.
“Just remain
calm, this is a robbery,” the man said quietly as he looked at Olga. “Give your purse to my friend here.”
His partner
walked forward and looked at Olga, then took the purse from her hand, placing
it out of her reach as she stood behind her.
“Your
jewellery, valuables, where are they?”
Olga relaxed a
little, realising this was just a robbery as she said “in my bedroom, and some
in my front room. Why?”
“Because we’re taking
it,” the man said with a smile. “Now,
slowly, lower your arms and stand with them by your side, palms against your
legs.”
“what are you
going to do,” Olga said quietly as she complied, and then she heard a strange
sound – like wet paper being peeled from a wall, before something was stuck to
her left wrist, and then she saw the white tape as the woman passed it in front
of her, pressing her other wrist to her side before she started to slowly wind
it up her body. She watched as her black
clothing was slowly covered in white, until it came up to her shoulders, Olga
twisting round as she heard a soft crinkling – and realised her arms were
affixed to her sides.
“Take her into
the front room, secure her, make sure you find everything,” the man said, the
woman nodding as she forced Olga to walk into the main room, and then sit down
on a blue couch. Lifting her captive’s
legs up, she turned her round and rested her ankles on one armrest, then gently
laid Olga back so that her head rested on the other side.
The woman
walked back to her feet and peeled the end of the white roll of tape she was
holding, sticking it to the side of her boot and then winding it tightly round
her ankles, making sure they stayed together before she wound the tape up her
legs, the black leather covered by the white, and then her stockings as she
took it up over the hem of her skirt.
Olga knew she
was immobilised, as the woman tore a long strip from the roll, and smiled
before she pressed it firmly down over her mouth, the material forming to the
shape of her jaw as she looked up.
The woman put
the roll of tape down as Olga turned her head, watching as she found her safe
and opened it, before the man came in.
He checked Olga, then left with the woman, Olga twisting round as she tried
to find a way to get free from the tape that almost had her mummified…
“Stage 1 complete – proceed to stage 2.”
Carla sat back
in her seat, watching Have I Got News For You on the television with a glass of
wine in her hand. She had just returned
from her office, and wanted this time to unwind.
She was in her
early forties, with brown hair cut in a bob, and was wearing a black satin
dress with a square neckline and short sleeves, the skirt just covering the top
of her black stockings, and black knee length boots with zips up the inside.
She allowed
herself a laugh at one of Ian Hislop’s comments, and took a sip from her glass
before she out it down – and then sat very still.
“That is a
Glock you can see out of the corner of my eye – when I take my hand away, you
will open your mouth, and my friend here will put that into your mouth without
you saying a word. Nod if you
understand.”
Carla’s eyes
were wide open in terror, but she slowly nodded as she saw a man in front of
her, a stocking pulled down over his head, holding in his hands a folded white
silk scarf, a large knot tied in the middle.
She waited for the pressure to be removed before opening her mouth, the
knot pushed in behind her teeth before he tied the band tightly round her head.
“Get up, walk
in front of me to the bedroom.”
Carla nodded as
she slowly stood up, the man standing to one side as she stepped forward and
walked round, then felt the pressure on her back as she was forced to walk into
the corridor, up the stairs and into her bedroom. The man nodded as he put down a bag he was
carrying, Carla noticing the white rope he was taking out as she realised she
was going to be there for some time…
“Lie on your
back, hands on your head.”
As she did
this, she looked at the woman who had ordered her in, dressed like the man, who
waited until she had rested her head on the pillow before she took one length
of white rope from the man, tying one end round her left wrist as he secured
another length around her right one.
They then pulled her hands up above her head, securing them to the top of
the bed with her arms spread out wide either side of her head.
She could feel
the knotted cloth soaking up the saliva in her mouth, as she watched them each
take another length of the white rope and tie it round her ankles, spreading
her legs apart as they were secured to the bottom of the bed. She was trapped now, forced to watch as they
started to ransack her bedroom.
It didn’t take
them long to find her jewels, but as the man went out of the room the woman sat
on the bed next to her, stroking her cheek with her velvet gloved hand.
“Such a
beautiful woman,” she whispered as Carla looked at her, “we could have such fun
together…”
“Dhtntnudhrrr,”
she mumbled as she tried to twist her head out of the way, but the intruder
just smiled under the stocking mask, as she said “if we head more time, or we
were alone, we could have so much fun, but not tonight. There are more important things to do.”
“Whhttfhnnss?”
“You may never
know,” she said with a smile, “but perhaps, one night, I will come back alone…”
Carla stared at
her, unsure what to do, as the male intruder came back in.
“We’re good –
let’s go.”
She watched her
binder smile and then leave the room, before she started to struggle on the
bed.
“Were you
planning on some fun?”
“If this wasn’t
more serious, I would have done…”
“Report.”
“Stages 1 and 2 complete, we will have the
full information tomorrow night, on schedule…”
Saturday
Magda sat in
her kitchen, her towelling robe fastened around her body as she sipped on her
coffee. She was due at the bar for four,
so a lie-in that morning, a long shower and now some lunch, and she was ready
to start getting prepared for work.
Her long black
hair fell down the robe, which hugged her slim body, as she stood up and took
the mug to the dishwasher. Placing it
in, she straightened up – and then turned as she saw two women walk in, wearing
black bandanas over their mouths. They
were wearing black boiler suits and gloves, the legs tucked into suede flat
soled boots, one holding a gun and the other a large bag.
“Good afternoon
Magda,” the one holding the gun said.
“Remain calm – we have plans for your bar today, and you are an
important part of that plan.”
“What do you
mean, what’s going on,” Magda said as she looked between both of them, the
first woman smiling as she said “just do what we say, and you’ll be all
right. Now, we need you to get dressed
as if you were going to work – one of us will go with you, the other will be
busy down here.”
Magda looked
between them, and then said “I really do not have a choice, do I?”
Both women
shook their heads as Magda was taken by the arm, and walked out of the room,
while the second woman made her way into the front room…
It was a
surreal experience, as Magda sat on the edge of her bed, making sure her dark
hose was in place before she pulled on the over the knee black leather boots,
all the time watching the masked woman watch her. She had put on a tight black dress with a
round neckline, the sleeves down to her wrists and the skirt covering her bottom.
“Okay, I’m
dressed – now what?”
“Take your
phone,” the masked woman said as she looked at Magda, “call your assistant,
tell her you have been held up and she needs to open up.”
“Well, that has
the advantage of being true,” Magda said as she shook her head, and then made
the call, watching as the second woman came into the room.
“I’ve
disconnected the phone and the internet,” she said, and then nodded as the
first woman looked at her. Magda ended
the call, handed her phone over, and said “now what?”
“It’s time –
lie face down on the bed, and put your hands behind your back.”
Magda looked at
them, and then lay on her stomach, turning her head and watching as they drew
lengths of white rope from the bag, and then came over, one of them crossing
her wrists behind her back and starting to bind them tightly together while the
other started to bind her ankles.
“Why on earth
are you tying me up – don’t you need me if you are robbing the bar?”
“Our choice,”
the woman said as she pulled the rope between her arms and tied the ends off,
and then took more rope, Magda feeling the stroke of the two pairs of gloved
hands on her legs as they were secured above and below her knees. It felt – strangely comforting…
She turned her head
and looked down at the three bands of white, welding her legs together as she
was made to sit up, one of the women starting to bind her arms to her sides as
the second compressed a large white sponge in her hand and walked over.
“Open your
mouth.”
“No,
phlslsdhnnnttt,” Magda said, as the sponge was pushed quickly in, expanding on
her mouth as she struggled to close her lips over it, before white tape was
wound tightly round her head, trapping her hair against the back of her neck as
she was silenced.
IT was the
stroke of the gloved hands on her breasts as her upper body was secured that
was giving Magda the most cause for concern…
She grunted as
she was pushed over, her rankles pulled back and secured to her chest ropes
before they searched her bedroom, and then left without another word…
“We have stage 3 – waiting on you now…”
Katrina was
smiling as she entered the front door of her apartment building, her black
leather jacket covering her white top with the pattern advertising her theatre
on it. She was also wearing a short
black skirt, and white knee length leather boots with a wooden heel, her gold
blonde hair cut to frame her face.
It had been a long
afternoon, and she was ready for a few hours rest before she had to head
back. Unlocking her door, she was ready
for anything – but not to be lifted up and carried into her apartment, a large
hand covering her mouth as she tried to call for help.
As she was
turned round, she saw a smartly dressed man close the door, and then look at
her as he held a briefcase in his hand – and drew a gun out of the inside
pocket of his jacket.
“Don’t scream,
don’t raise the alarm,” he said quietly as he looked at Katrina. “Point to where your bedroom is.”
As Katrina
looked at him, she slowly raised her arm and pointed, the man nodding before he
said “we’re going to make sure you stay secure and quiet in the main room. My friend will take the hand away, if you
promise to be quiet. Do you promise to
be quiet?”
As she nodded,
she was put on the floor and the hand removed.
“Take your
jacket off, let it drop to the floor, then turn and put your hands behind your
back.”
“Who are you,”
Katrina said as she complied, turning to see a second, taller, broader but
equally well dressed man smiling at her.
She felt her arms been taken behind her, and then gasped as rope was
passed round them pulling her elbows together as her shoulders were pulled back
and her chest forced out.
She then felt
the rope around her wrists, before she saw it coming round her, the black cords
forming two bands on her white top as it framed her chest and stretched her top
over it.
She wriggled
round as the ropes were pulled tighter, then tightened between her arms and
body to further secure them, before she was taken by the arm and pushed into
the front room. She noticed the taller
man look round the room, before she was made to sit on a brown rug, watching as
more black rope was produced, then used to bind her ankles tightly together, as
well as her legs below her knees.
As this was
happening, the taller man was searching through the bureaus and shelves in the
room, humming to himself as Katrina grunted at the tightness of the ropes, the
sound of the rope rubbing on her, the feeling of it, the sound of rope on
leather and leather on leather…
“Open your
mouth.”
Katrina nodded
as she accepted the thickly rolled black scarf between her lips, muffling her
voice as it was tied tightly round her head, the tall man making her way out of
the room before she watched her binder sit and look at her.
“Thank you for
cooperating.”
“Ehhdhdachsss?”
“Not really,
no. So don’t worry – we have what we
need from you.”
She looked at
him. Surely not – and if they had that,
then did they have the other parts…
“Report.”
“We have the codes – have the team meet
us at the rendezvous at eight tomorrow.”
Sunday
“Sit down.”
The grey haired
cleaner had to watch as the masked woman used a plastic zip tie to secure her ankles
together, the two security guards either side of her as they struggled in their
bonds, silver tape over all of their mouths.
They had been taken by surprise by the armed gang, four of them moving
through the front of the jewellery store, tow standing guard over them, and the
other four…
“Do it.”
The man nodded
as he looked at the papers, and punched the four code numbers on the four pads,
watching as one by one all the lights turned green, and there was a clunking
sound as the locks opened.
It was the most
secure jewel vault in the city – only opened by four codes, known by four
people, not known to each other, and only one part of the code each.
Bu tone person
knew who they were, a woman called Alexa – and with all four men on a business
trip, their partners alone…
The doors swung
open as the quartet looked in, and smiled before they started to load their
bags with the precious stones inside...
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