Cougar Taming
“What do you
think?”
The second man
in the car watched the two women as they turned off the street and walked up to
the detached house. The older of the two
had short dark hair, with hints of grey showing, and wore a pair of dark framed
glasses, her black coat wrapped tightly round her thin body. The other woman was only a few years younger,
with long red-brown hair, a tan over coat on her body and a pair of tan heels
on her feet.
“They live
alone here, right?”
The first man
nodded as he watched the older woman opening the front door, and the two of
them walking in, closing the door behind themselves. “Yup – fairly easy pickings I would imagine.”
“So how long do
you want to give them?”
“Oh let them
relax, unwind, have something to eat – and then we’ll make sure they stay out
of the way while we rob them…”
The sky was
dark, and the local council had turned off the street lamps – and ideal
atmosphere for the two men to walk up the side of the house. A casual observer would have seen they wore
black leather jackets, black pants, trainers and gloves, as well as woollen
hats.
Had they
watched a moment longer, they would have seen them pull the hats down over
their heads, covering them so that only their eyes and mouths were visible, as
they stood by the kitchen door. One of
the men produced what looked like a shotgun, but with a shorter barrel than
expected, from a bag he was holding, while the second man used a set of lock
picks to open the door.
“There we go,”
he said as he opened the door out, and the two men slipped inside, closing the
door behind them as they listened to the music playing somewhere on the ground
floor.
“Well,
everything ready?”
The second man
nodded as they walked down the hallway, the music getting louder as they did
so, before they stopped outside a door.
Nodding, the one carrying the gun held it up as the other one took the
door handle, turned it and threw the door open.
“NOBODY
MOVE!!! THIS IS A…”
The two masked
men stared at the older woman as she turned to look at them, a glass in her
hand as she raised an eyebrow, and said “well now – can I help you gentlemen?”
What had made
them stop and fall silent was her attire.
She was wearing a short sleeved black leather dress, fastened up the
front with a red ribbon that criss-crossed the front of her body, especially
the open space at her chest. There was a
fastening round her neck, while the skirt came half way down her upper legs –
the rest of her legs enclosed in thigh high black leather boots with a four
inch heel. She looked at the masked men,
holding a glass in her hand, waiting for an answer.
“Kinky,” the
armed man eventually said, “do you agree Mister Green?”
“I do agree
Mister Blue – but you need to shut the fuck up and keep quiet, understand?”
“Well, if you insist,”
she almost purred. “I take it you
gentlemen wish to rob us?”
“What gave it
away – the masks and the gun?”
“Very droll,”
she said with a sigh. “Well, I am not
going to try and stop you, if that is what you are wondering. I presume you will take steps to ensure we
will not raise the alarm?”
“That’s right –
where is she?”
“Who are you
talking to Mum,” the two men heard a voice say, as the younger woman walked
in. She was also wearing a short black
leather dress – a sleeveless one in her case – and knee length patent leather
cream boots with a leopard print on them.
She looked at her mother, then at the masked man standing with a sawn
off shotgun pointing at her, and said “ah – we have visitors I see.”
“It would
appear we do have, Abigail – and they seem to be determined to take our
valuables. I suggest we let them do what
they believe they need to do, and then see what happens.”
“Smart woman,”
Mister Green said as he looked at her, “but we’re on a schedule here – cover
Mummy dearest while I take care of the woman here.” Looking at Abigail, he pointed to a long
white couch and said “lie face down on that, and put your hands behind your
back.”
Abigail looked
over at her mother, and then nodded as she moved over, the dress moving like a
second skin over her before she lay down, her feet resting on one of the arms
of the couch as she put her arms behind her back. Mister Blue watched her mother as Mister
Green reached into the bag, took out a length of white rope, and put Abigail’s
hands together before he tied her wrists, taking the rope around and between
her slim limbs.
“It’s all right
Abigail,” her mother said as she slowly put her glass down and watched,” the
sooner they are done, the sooner they will leave us alone.” As she watched, Mister Green pulled the rope
tight and secured the ends together, before he took a second length if rope and
crossed her ankles, starting to secure them as well.
“Why the
leather bitch?”
The mother
turned slowly and looked at Mr Blue, before she said “I beg your pardon young
man?”
“The leather –
is this some sort of kinky thing?”
“Only if you
believe it is – Abigail and I find it the most comfortable thing to relax in,”
she said in a quiet tone.
“Well, I know a
way to help you relax – maybe I’ll show you later.”
She looked at
him, and then shook her head as Mr Green helped Abigail to sit up, before he
bound her legs tightly together below her knees.
“Well, I can
see I will be staying here,” she purred as he tied the rope off, his hands
stroking the leather of her boots as he did so.
“Yes, yes you
will,” Mr Green said with a sneer as he took a long length of rope from the
bag, doubled it over and passed it around the younger woman’s body, pulling her
arms into her sides as he started to wind it round above and below her chest.
“How old are
you anyway, little lady?”
“Forty… Forty last month,” Abigail grunted as the
ropes hugged her, forcing her chest up and out as they squeaked while they
rubbed on her dress. Her breasts were
forced out, the leather stretched tight over them as well – especially when Mr
Green pulled two shorter lengths of rope around the bands, under her arms, to
make them still tighter.
“Right – and
you must be in your sixties, Mummy,” Mr Blue said as he looked at the mother.
“Not that it is
any of your business, but I am seventy,” she said as she looked at him.
“Well, Granny,
turn around and put our hands behind your back,” Mr Blue laughed as he handed
the gun to Mr Green, and took a length of rope from the bag. She looked at him, then stepped forward,
looking at Abigail as she said “well, I guess it is my turn now.”
“I guess so,”
Abigail said as Mr Blue out the older woman’s hands together, and then secured
her wrists tightly together, before he did the same to her arms, forcing her
elbows together as her chest was forced out.
“You are experienced,”
she said quietly as Mr Blue began to wrap rope around her as well, framing her chest
as the ropes rubbed on her, and she started to feel a different way, unsure of how
she should react as he forced her arms against her, and then took the rope over
one shoulder, under the lower band of rope and then back up again, pushing her chest
even further out as the red ribbon started to unravel.
“On your
knees,” Mister Blue said as she was forced to the floor, and she felt him cross
and bind her ankles tightly together, and then her legs being secured together
below her knees.
“We got some
time to spare,” Mr Green said as he looked at the tow bound women, “let’s have
some fun.”
“what do you
mean,” Abigail said, and then she opened her eyes in surprise as a cloth was stuffed
into her mouth, her red lips closing over the edges as Mr Green said “keep that
in there until I tell you.”
Abigail could
only watch as Mr Blur knelt behind her mother and reached round, grabbing her
breasts in his gloved hands and groping her as she closed her eyes and said
“no… Please, don’t…”
“Oh you are
hot,” Mr Blue whispered into her ear as her body started to respond to his
massage, Mr Green grinning as he stood in front of her, and slowly unfastened
his pants.
“Hmgddnnnnn,” Abigail moaned as she was forced to watch him
while he produced his engorged member, and forced her mother to start to kiss
and lick it, her moans increasing in intensity as a result of the pressure on
her chest, and then she opened her mouth, taking the object in as she was
muffled as well, and forced to start to suck him off.
Her mother
closed her eyes, unable to prevent what was happening as it swelled in response
to her attentions, pressing her tongue down as she tasted the saltiness,
knowing she had no choice in the matter as she slowly pushed and played with Mr
Green’s member, feeling it swell even more, throbbing on her, as she was less
and less able to speak.
Mr Blue started
to push her forward and back as her dress opened slightly, and he slipped his hands
under the leather, running over her breasts and her firm nipples as she groaned
and sucked harder. Mr Green moaned in
response as she slowly brought him to the edge – and then over it, sucking hard
and drinking everything down as he gave all he had.
Eventually, Mr
Blue let go as she sat back, gasping as he pushed a sponge into her mouth, and
then strips of silver duct tape over her mouth as Mr Green fixed his pants.
Abigail had
been forced to watch, but she knew what was coming, as Mr Green walked behind
her and grabbed her chest, feeling his fingers as they pressed against the
leather and into her own chest as Mr Blue made her mother lie on the floor, and
then walked over, pulling the zip down on his own pants.
And as Abigail
was forced to start to pleasure him, her mother watched, recovering herself as
she realised there was nothing she could do to stop them…
“All right,” Mr
Blue said as he zipped up his pants, and Mr Green gagged Abigail with the tape
as well, “put her on her side, and let’s get on with robbing the place.”
Abigail grunted
as she was made to lie on her side, looking at her mother as the two masked men
walked out of the room, and closed the door behind themselves. “You go upstairs,” Mr Green said as he looked
at Mr Blue, “I’ll check the office for the safe.”
Abigail and her
mother waited as they heard one set of footsteps heading up the staircase, and
then doors open and close, before Abigail sat herself up and slipped onto the
floor, as her mother forced herself onto her knees…
Mr Green smiled
as he heard the click, and pulled the handle of the door down, opening the safe
and looking at the rolls of bank notes inside.
“Good pay day
after a fun night,” he said to himself as he picked up a bag, and started to
put the bank notes into it. He didn’t
look round as the door to the room opened and closed, only saying “did you get
everything?”
The choke hold
took him by surprise, as he dropped the bag and tried to move the arm away –
but the hold was like steel, as his eyes slowly closed…
Tipping the
last of the jewellery box into the bag, Mr Blue threw the box onto the bed and
looked round.
“The old kid
has good taste,” he said to himself as he looked round, and then left the room,
smiling as she opened the door to the master bedroom – and then collapsed to
the floor as the blow fell to the back of his neck, sending him sprawling as
Abigail looked down on him.
“Stupid prick,”
she said to herself as she grabbed him under the arms, and dragged him out of
the room, along the hallway, and then down the stairs…
“Whhh…. Whheeheppned?”
Mr Green slowly
opened his eyes, wondering why his jaw ached and he felt so cold – and then he
realised a number of things.
First, he was
naked.
Second, he was
in a cellar.
Third, he was
hanging by his arms from the ceiling, and as he looked up he saw the rope
holding his wrists together, the hook holding his arms up from underneath. Looking down, he saw his ankles were secured
in the same way.
Finally, as he
looked to the side, he saw Mr Blue hanging from the ceiling as well, a large
red ball forced into his mouth and straps round his head. He knew now why his jaw ached…
“Oh good,
mother, they’re waking up.”
He saw Abigail
and her mother staring up at them, dressed and with stern looks on their faces.
“Excellent,”
her mother said as she looked at the men.
“I think you must be wondering what is going on here. Well, it’s very simple – you picked the wrong
fucking house to rob, and the wrong fucking bitches to piss off.”
“Oh look –
they’re wondering what’s going to happen,” Abigail purred as she held up a
small box with a button on it. “Tell me,
fuckers – feeling a little uncomfortable anywhere?”
Mr Blue and Mr
Green looked at each other, before her mother said “class is in session” and
Abigail pressed the button – the two men screaming as the dildos in their rear
passages started to vibrate. “And the
first lesson is who is in charge…”
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