Music Appreciation
“Please, give
it up for Tokyo Girls!”
The young
crowd went wild as the three piece female band came on the stage. Emiko, the lead singer and guitarist, smiled
as she looked out over the full auditorium and said “Are you ready to rock?”
The cheer
back told her all she needed to know as Midori beat out a rhythm on the drums
and they launched into their first song.
The girls dressed in a similar style, but differently enough for their
fans to tell them apart.
Emiko was
wearing a black jacket, the sleeves turned up to her elbows with the white
lining showing, over a black waistcoat and white blouse, a bootlace tie loosely
hanging around her neck. A pair of tight
black riding breeches and knee length black riding boots completed her outfit,
with a black and white spotted handkerchief tucked into her jacket pocket.
Koemi played
the keyboards, her long chestnut brown hair hanging loose while the other two
had theirs pulled back in ponytails. She
and Midori were wearing blouses made of the same design as Emiko’s
handkerchief, gents dress jackets and waistcoats, breeches and knee length
leather boots, but while Koemi was dressed in black, Midori was wearing a white
jacket and waistcoat, and her breeches had wide white stripes at the side of
the leg.
They played
their songs, the crowd cheering them on, unaware of the two men waiting in the
wings to talk to them once the show was over…
“Thank you
and good night,” Midori shouted as the set finished, and the three girls made
their way back stage, entering the dressing room and sighing as they almost
threw themselves onto the green chairs. They
look as if they belonged in an airport at a gate but they were the only seats
in the room.
“Good crowd,”
Koemi said, both Emiko and Midori nodding in agreement, “but I am glad that is
over. When does the coach leave for the
next gig?”
“We got a
couple of hours,” Emiko said, “enough time for those relaxation exercises that
I told you about.”
“Oh yeah –
the stretching exercises,” Midori said, “what’s the first one?”
“It is very
simple,” Emiko said as she faced the other two, “simply stretch your legs out,
point your toes up, and move your ankles together gently from side to side.”
She
demonstrated as the other two watched, Midori shaking her head slightly as she
said “I do not see how that can help relax – and how do you ensure you keep
your ankles together.”
“It takes
practice,” Emiko said, “shall I show you how I learned?”
The two girls
watched as she removed her bootlace tie, and wrapped it around and between her
legs, securing her ankles together so that she could not move them apart.
“You learned
by tying your ankles together,” Koemi said.
“that’s right
– it’s actually fun to do it.”
“Well, we are
glad to hear that – don’t move, any of you.”
The three
girls suddenly turned to see two large, strong looking men standing there,
looking at the over scarves which covered the lower half of their faces. One of the men was carrying a large canvas
bag, while the other had a shotgun in his hand, levelled at the three girls.
“Remain calm,
do as we say, and there will be no bother,” the man with the gun said. “Give those two fine ladies a length of rope
each.”
“What’s going
on,” Midori said as she stood up, only to sit again as the second man pushed
her down, before handing her and Koemi a length of brown cord.
“You both saw
what your friend did to her ankles,” the armed man said, “so you tie her wrists
together behind her back, and you tie her ankles together while she takes care
of your friend – and make it tight.
“You would
not us to have to tighten it.”
“I’m sorry,
but I must do this,” Koemi said as she turned Emiko round and crossed her
wrists behind her back, before she wrapped the rope around them, trying to
ignore the squeak of the tie around her friend’s ankles as they rubbed
together, or the constriction she was feeling as her own ankles were bound by
Midori.
“It’s all
right, I know you can’t do anything about it,” Emiko said as she felt the rope
biting into her wrists, and then sat round, watching as Midori was handed a
second length of rope.
“Now you can
tie your friend’s wrists behind her back,” the armed man said, Midori sitting
and taking Koemi’s wrists behind her as the second man knelt and started to
bind her own ankles together.
“Why are you
doing this,” Midori asked as she tried to make the wrist binding as comfortable
as possible, before her own wrists were taken behind her back and lashed
together.
“Do not worry
– you will find out soon enough,” the armed man said as his ‘friend’ took more
lengths of rope, and started to bind the legs of each of the girls together
below their knees, the leather squeaking like mad as their boots rubbed against
each other.
“All right,”
the armed man said as he laid the gun down, “all three of you, on the floor,
kneeling and facing the chairs.”
Slowly, with
not a lot of dignity, the girls managed to kneel down, the other two watching
as the man took a long length of rope from the bag and started to bind Midori’s
arms to her side, wrapping it tightly around her torso above and below her
chest, forcing her jacket open and making her chest strain at the top of her
waistcoat as it was forced up and out.
“Does it have
to be so tight,” she grunted as he passed the rope under an arm, around the
back of her neck and under the other arm, then she turned and noticed the
second man binding Koemi’s arms in the same way, her breath coming in short
pants as he pulled the rope tighter and tighter.
“I don’t
understand – please, tell us why you are doing this,” Emiko said as the first
man tightened the ropes around her friend, tied them off in the centre of her
back, and then walked over, using more rope to bind her own arms to her side.
“If you don’t
shut up, little lady, I’m going to make you shut up,” the man said as the ropes
pulled tightly around her chest, making her waistcoat burst open as her arms
were forced into her side.
“Oh dear, we
made her outfit break,” the second man said, “what do you think we should do
about that?”
“We’ll think
of something,” the armed man said as he pulled the ropes tight and secured the
ends together, before going back to the bag and taking out three large scarves,
as well as a roll of white tape.
“Time to rest
your voices,” he said as he balled a scarf up, and pulled Emiko’s hair, pushing
the scarf into her mouth as she opened it to scream and then winding the tape
tightly round her head to seal it into place.
“Now, let’s
see if that worked,” he said as he reached round and grabbed the young girl’s
chest, her eyes widening as she struggled to try and escape his groping, but
only succeeding in forcing his hands more firmly against her breasts.
“Nplslddnntt,”
she mumbled, as Koemi had a second scarf pushed into her mouth, and then the
tape wrapped tightly round her head, trapping her brown hair against her neck
as the man wrapped more and more into place.
“Hmggdplssss,”
she moaned as she felt his hands on her own chest, her nipples hardening under
his fingers despite her brain screaming at them not to. Despite her fear, there was a feeling growing
in her as she closed her eyes, hoping the other two did not notice…
Midori
grunted as the rape stuck to her cheek, and then she felt his hands on her own
chest, pressing firmly into her flesh as she moaned. She was ready to enjoy this, but she would
enjoy it even more if it was Emiko’s hands that were caressing and squeezing
her chest…
“Stand them
up – we have one more thing to do before we ship them out.”
“Shptthmmutt,”
Koemi moaned as she and the other two were forced to their feet, and then she
felt more rope being wrapped round her waist.
At first she had no idea why he would do this, but then she felt his
hand between her thighs, the rope passing between her legs, and then pressing
up…
“HMGDDD” she
shouted out as the rope pressed on her crotch, forcing her pants against it as
it was tied off to her wrists. She
looked from side to side as her friends were given the rope as well, and then
the masked man went and looked to the door.
The trio
watched as a third man wheeled in a large laundry trolley, and one by one they
were rather unceremoniously dumped inside, a large sheet placed over them before
they were wheeled out…
How long
passed before the sheet was removed, none of them knew, but the journey had
been accompanied by their moans as they tried to move, and the fact their
bodies were reacting to where the ropes were rubbing.
They were
lifted out and placed on what looked like their stage setting, Midori behind
the drums, Koemi at the keyboard and Emiko at the front, but held in their
places by a leather belt that went around their waists, and was fastened to the
floor by two heavy chains.
“Well done
everyone,” a tall African man said as he
looked at them, “they will fetch a fine price for the discerning music lover at
the next auction. Objects of Beauty
thank you for joining us, ladies, and hops you enjoy the evening.”
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