Hijab Tales –
Pleasure
Stretching
Out
Yoga is so good
for you – it clears the mind, keeps you healthy and supple, takes away the
cares and concerns of my life. I like to
practice every day – and, given my own faith, I find it easier to do it after
morning prayer every day.
Being the wife
of a diplomat has its advantages – one of which is that I can have my own
studio, which is where I headed after prayer.
I was wearing a sandy brown leotard with darker brown leggings, a fawn
coloured hijab over my head and hair – after all, I wish to show due modesty
even when exercising.
I took a few
minutes to stretch my body out, and then started the music, smiling as I began
my own workout, oblivious to all that was happening elsewhere in the
house. That might have been a mistake,
looking back, but I felt safe, I had nothing to fear.
It was only
when I was stretching my upper body up, my legs on the ground, and the damp
cloth was pressed firmly over mu nose and mouth that I realised someone else
was there – and as I opened my mouth to speak, the fumes entered my body, and O
started to swoon, my eyes closing…
When I slowly
opened my eyes, I was still on the floor of my studio, but something felt
wrong. My arms and legs were stiff, and
I could feel something pulling on the skin around my mouth.
No – not just
that, it was pressing down on my cheeks as well, and as I tried to move I found
I could not. When my eyes cleared, I
looked in the mirror – and saw the silver band that covered my mouth, that went
round my head, pressing in on my cheeks as it went over my hijab.
I tired to move
my arm – with no success, and as I slowly turned my head to the side I could
see why. My left arm was pulled back, my
left leg bent and my ankle taped tightly to my wrist. Turning my head, I saw my right wrist and
ankle were secured together in the same way – and there was a band f tape round
my body, holding my upper arms to my sides.
Someone had
knocked me out, tied me so that I could not move, stopped me from talking – I
realised the taste of cotton wool in my mouth was because there was something
in my mouth, under the tape.
As the studio
door opened, I caught a glimpse of a masked face looking in, and then door
closed, just me, the music, and unable to move or speak. I wondered what I could do – and then I
realised something profound. There was
nothing I could do, and therefore I closed my eyes, allowed myself to relax.
It was truly
the most calming session I had ever experienced, even if I was an unwilling
participant…
The First
Time
“Are you
afraid?”
I looked at
Steve and nodded slowly. It was the
first time he had been able to come to my house without my parents’ home, and
he had promised to help me experience something I had only read about.
I was wearing a
short sleeved white top with a deep square collar, over a long sleeved black
sweater, black jeans and white sandals, my hijab as always wrapped over my head
and hair. It was a simple black one, and
I blushed as Steve held my hands.
“It’s all right
– if you want me to stop at any time, just say or nod, all right? Now, turn your back to me, and put your hands
behind your back.”
I had read
stories of women held hostage, or in robberies, for years, and always dreamed
of what it would be like to be one of them.
I had met Steve at college, and got to know him, and to trust him enough
to ask if he would help. So I slowly
turned my back to him and moved my hands behind my back, breathing slowly as he
crossed my wrists, and then I felt the rope on them as he bound them
together. It was tight, but not
uncomfortable, so that when he had finished I could only wriggle my fingers.
“Are you all
right,” he said as he held my arms. I
nodded, then watched as he knelt in front of me, and used a second length of
the white rope to bind my ankles together side by side. I watched as the rope went round and between
my legs, the hems of my jeans flaring out under the band, as he tied the ends
off and then stood up.
“Do you want me
to carry on?”
I looked at Steve,
smiled and nodded as I said “yes I do.”
He smiled in return, and then took another length of rope, wrapping it
round my legs below my knees and binding them in the same way he had my
ankles. I was unable to move them apart
now, as Steve went to the bag he had brought the ropes in, and took out a longer
length.
“Do you wish me
to do the next part?”
I nodded as he
doubled the rope over, and then walked behind me, taking the rope round my arms
and body and then gently pulling it so that my arms were forced into my sides
below my chest. He then wound it round
me again and again, above and below my chest, framing it so that my arms were
locked into place. I felt safe, I felt
snug, I felt happy as he tied the ropes off, and then he held my arms,
whispering into my ear “It’s time for you to be quiet. If you are ready?”
“I’m ready,” I
said as I watched him roll up the white scarf, and then opened my mouth, feeling
the band on my tongue as he pulled it between my lips and teeth and tied it
tightly round my head. I bit down,my
lips on the cloth as I looked at him, and saw him smile.
“There – my
beautiful captive. What am I going to do
to you?”
“Whehhfhruhhnt?”
“Are you sure?”
Steve walked
slowly behind me, and then I shivered as I felt him stroke his hand down my
cheek, down my arms, and then embraced me as his hands started to play with me…
A Night In
“I see you had
planned to go out for the night – sorry, I cannot allow that.”
The man was
tall, strong, dressed in black, and he had taken the young woman totally by
surprise as she walked into her bedroom to collect her purse. His gloved hand was now clamped over her
mouth as she struggled in his strong grip, trying to call for help. She was dressed for a night on the town – her
black dress hugged her ample body, the skin-tight black leggings glittering in
the light. Gold sandals were on her
feet, and a black hijab preserved her modesty.
“Hhhhruhhhh?”
“Not important
– what is important is that you stop struggling, or you will hurt
yourself. Are you going to stop
struggling?”
She thought for
a moment, and then relaxed as the man said “good – lie face down on the bed,
and put your hands behind your back.”
“What are you
going to do to me,” she whispered as she complied.
“All I want is
to take your valuables, and stop you raising the alarm,” he said quietly as he
slipped off the rucksack he was wearing, and opened the top, removing a length
of thin white cord as he put her hands together palm to palm, and then wrapped
the cord around her wrists to force them together.
She lay still,
controlling her breathing, controlling the fear that was welling up inside her
as she felt the rope on her wrists – and then on her ankles as he crossed them
and bound them together with a second length of the cord. She could feel his hands on her legs as he took
the length between them to tighten the binding, and secured the ends.
The man then
fed a second length of rope under her legs, as she felt them being forced together
below her knees. He was making sure she
was not going to be able to get off this bed very easily, that much she had realised.
She then felt
him removing the rings from her fingers before he made her kneel on the
bed. She tried to move her wrists, but
with no success, before she saw the white rope come down over her head, and
then felt her arms as they were forced against her sides.
“Why… Do you have to do this?”
“I cannot take
the risk of you raising the alarm somehow,” he said quietly into her ear as he
continued to wind the rope around her, binding her arms to her sides as she
glanced down. Her dress was being
stretched tightly over her chest, the two bands pressing down on her breasts –
and then he made it even tighter by using two shorter lengths of rope between
her arms and body to cinch the bands, bring them together, as she gasped.
“Did I say you
could speak?”
“But this is
tight – do you know how tight it is?”
“It has to be,
or you may hurt yourself,” he said from behind her as she heard a soft sound,
like something being peeled from a package.
“Close your eyes.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Close your
eyes.”
She swallowed
and then did just that, before she felt the soft pressure on her eyelids – and
found she could not open them again, something had been stuck over them.
“Put your lips
together.”
When she did
so, she felt whatever was over her eyes being pressed over her mouth, sealing
her lips together as she moaned softly. What
was he going to do next, she thought as she wriggled around.
Her question
was answered as she felt the man tie something round her waist, and then she
was gently laid on her stomach again – before she felt his hand go between his
legs, and something press on her crotch, rub against it, as she felt him pull
her ankles back.
When he had
finished, she tried moving – but she could not move her legs back, and worse
every time she tried to move them, that rope rubbed on her – and even with her
leggings on, doing that was making her feel strange, giddy, distracting her,
and it felt…
It felt so
good…
Discovery
Alanna and
Darla were both students on a law course, and were working together in their house
on a paper. Their housemate was out on a
visit, so they were alone, able to concentrate on their work as they sat at the
table.
Both women were
wearing casual clothes and hijabs – Alanna’s was blue chiffon over a yellow
scarf, the same shade of yellow as her long sleeved smock top and the vest she
was wearing over it. She also had on a
pair of tight denim jeans, and yellow shoes.
Darla’s hijab
was a deep mottled green, several shades darker than her smock top which she
was wearing a long sleeved black top over.
Black leggings and dark brown shoes completed her outfit.
They were
concentrating so hard on their studies that they barely looked at each other, or
heard anything – until a female voice said “well, there is someone home. Both of you, stand up slowly, and put your
hands in the air.”
Alanna turned
to see a woman standing there, a stocking pulled down over her head and dressed
in denim, but the fact that really got their attention was that she was pointing
a very real gun at them.
“Who… Who are you,” Darla whispered as she slowly
stood.
“The woman robbing
you – and making sure neither of you can raise the alarm. Walk in front of me – and keep those hands in
the air, both of you.”
“It’s all
right, Darla, just do what she says,” Alanna said as she looked at her
housemate, and then they walked out of the room, hands raised in the air before
the woman forced them to walk upstairs, and into one of the bedrooms.
“Stand at the
foot of the bed,” the masked woman said, “and hold one of these in your
hand.” She took from a bag she had over
her shoulder two red sponge balls, handing on to each of the girls.
“What do you expect
us to do with these,” Alanna said as she looked at the masked intruder.
“Simple –
compress them, then put them in each other’s mouth – all the way in.”
“But we’ll
choke…”
“Not if you remain
calm and breath through your nose,” the woman said with a smile, “go on, do
it…”
“We’ll be all
right,” Alanna said quietly as she compressed the ball in her hand, “do it to
me first.”
“Are you sure?”
Alanna nodded
and then opened her mouth as Darla pushed the sponge carefully in, making sure
it sat behind her teeth as she watched her friend close her lips. She then opened her own mouth, allowing
Alanna to push her sponge in and feeling it expand to press her tongue down as
she closed her own lips.
“Hug each
other.”
The two women
complied as the intruder took two thin black zip ties from her bag, and secured
their wrists together, both of them hearing the rasping sound as they pressed
against each other.
“Hmshrree…”
“Dhntbh.”
Darla looked at
Alanna as the woman produced a large roll of silver tape, and wrapped it round
their heads so that the silver band covered their mouths. She then stuck the free end of the tape to
Alanna’s shoulder, and slowly, methodically, she wound it round them both so
that their bodies were enclosed in a silver sheath, leaving them unable to do
more than wriggle against each other.
A sensation
Alanna found strangely pleasing.
Darla was
perplexed as the masked woman moved down them – she wasn’t sure why it felt so
safe, even as she felt so scared.
“Hhhh.”
She looked into
Alanna’s eyes as she said “Hmmhrrfhfruh.”
“Bthwhthshohhnnn?”
Alanna looked
at her as the woman stood up, and then pushed them over so that they were both
lying on the bed, their feet sticking out over the edge of the bed as their
binder taped their feet together as well.
Alanna looked
into Darla’s eyes, deep into the brown pupils, and then said “Dhrlhhh?”
“Hmmm?”
“Chnnhkhsuh?”
Darla’s eyes
opened wide for a moment as the masked women searched through the room, and
then nodded, closing her eyes as she felt Alanna’s taped lips on hers. It wasn’t unpleasant, as she rubbed her mouth
against hers.
The woman
looked at them and then smiled as she left them, gently kissing as they
wriggled round and rubbed against each other…
Teddy
“Will you do
Teddy before me?”
I smiled at
young Mary as she said that, and nodded to show my agreement. I had let myself into her house a short while
ago, after I had made sure her father had left for their business, and
explained to her mother what was going to happen before we joined her. The ten year old was wearing a black cardigan
over a black velvet dress, dark tights and knee length black fabric boots.
“OF course the
man will do that – then we can all play together,” her mother said from the
seat she had taken when we came in to see Mary.
She was wearing a snakeskin patterned scarf over her head and round her
neck, the red cardigan over her cream top held together by the thin brown belt
round her waist. The patterned red
leggings she had on were tucked into a pair of loose fitting mid-calf taupe
leather boots – and at that moment, her arms were behind her back, her wrists
tied together with the thin white rope I had in my rucksack.
“This is a very
different game,” Mary said as I looked at her teddy bear, and then took some thin
rope from my rucksack, wrapping it round the arms of the bear and forcing them
against its body, and then a second length around where the wrists would be so
that the arms were held tightly against the waist.
“There – now,
are you ready for me to do the same to you?”
Mary nodded as
she stood up, looking at the bear as I took a length of rope out and tied it
round her upper arms, making sure they were held firmly against her sides and
cinched the band between her arms and body.
With another length, I tied it round her left wrist, then took it round
her waist and around her right wrist before making sure they were firmly
secured as well.
“Why does Mummy
have her hands behind her back?”
“Well, she’s
going to sit in the chair, but you’re going to lie down, so it’s more
comfortable for her,” I said as Mary sat down, “but I am going to make sure she
cannot move her arms, so she is like you and Teddy.”
“Good,” Mary
said as I took a longer length of rope, and wrapped it round her mother’s upper
body, securing her arms tightly to her sides.
Coming back, I took two shorter lengths out and tied the teddy’s ankles
and legs together.
“My turn?”
“Your turn,” I
said to Mary as I knelt down and bound her ankles tightly together, making sure
the rope went around and between her legs, and then secured her legs below her knees
in the same way. I then helped her to
lie on the long couch, her teddy next to her, before I walked over and said
“Mummy’s turn.”
“What happens
when you are finished,” Mary said as she settled down, her head on a cushion as
I crossed and secured her mother’s ankles together.
Once I had her
legs secured in the same way, she smiled and said “the masked man is going to
leave us alone for a few minutes, but he needs to make sure we can’t say very much
first. He will put the television on,
however.”
“that’s nice – isn’t
that nice Teddy? Teddy says that’s nice
– is that tape?”
“It is – a
special tape that won’t hurt you, but will make it difficult for you to talk,”
I said as I tore a strip from the roll of micropore tape and pressed it over
the mouth of the teddy, then put a strip over Mary’s mouth.
“Chuhhhrhmhmhmmee?”
she said, and then she giggled.
“I can hear
you,” her mother said before I taped over her lips, “chnnhhemh?”
Mary nodded as
I turned the television on, and left them to relax while I raided the rest of
the house.
Joyride
As he drove
down the highway, the wind blowing over his head, he smiled and watched the
road through his Ray Bans. The sun was
shining, it was a beautiful day, and his task had begun successfully.
Taking the
bends in the road at speed, he was smiling and listening to Bruce Springsteen
on the CD player. Another few minutes,
and he would be at the cabin. Everything
was prepared, everything was laid in and waiting – except for the most
important thing of all.
Waving to the
people he passed, he eventually turned off the road and went along a dirt
track, smiling as the car rode over the bumps and ruts before he pulled up
outside a log cabin. Turning off the
engine, he went and unlocked the front door, stepping inside for a few minutes
before he came back and opened the trunk.
There she was,
the black bands that were wrapped round her head to cover her mouth and eyes
contrasting with the white and black scarf she wore in the style of a hijab,
the bow under her chin. The bands of
rope held her arms firmly to her sides, over the black and white Harley
Davidson retro top, her legs together over the faded jeans and mid-calf black
leather boots.
“We’re here,”
he said, the woman shaking her head as he lifted her out. “I’m sure your husband will pay for your
release soon.”
She understood
– after all, she had paid for this break, this ransom game. She was not to know this was not a game…
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