Poker Night
“Hey, Pete,
toss me one from the bucket will you?”
Dave reached
his hand up and caught the beer bottle as it was thrown over to him, twisting
the top off and placing it on the table next to the cards. “So,” he said as Pete sat back down again,
“What have you been up to this week? You
seem a bit flush tonight.”
“Oh, I had a
good visit last Friday,” Pete said with a smile, “but I did have a little bit
of trouble I wasn’t expecting to deal with?”
“Oh - what,
the woman did not want to co-operate?”
“Nah - her
kid came in unexpectedly....”
It was about
nine o’clock when Bobbi found the stranger in her kitchen. She had just gone in to make herself coffee
when she saw him there, standing in her open doorway and looking at her.
“Who are
you?” she said quietly, but instead of a verbal answer he simply stepped
forward and grabbed her arm, spinning her round as he put his gloved hand over
her mouth. “Not a word, sweetie,” he
said quietly, “and you won’t get hurt. I
just want your money and jewellery, all right?”
Bobbi nodded
and mumbled “llldwhtusk” under the leather that was
clamped over her lips. Letting her go,
the man allowed her to stand up as he looked at her. She was about five seven, with long brown
hair, and was wearing a fawn coloured cardigan that buttoned up the front and
brown shorts over her bare legs.
“What are you
going to do to me?” she said as she looked at the intruder. By way of answer, he drew a large skein of
white rope out of his pocket, took a knife from the worktop and said “Into your
front room, now.”
The two
walked in, and he noted with satisfaction the fact that the curtains were
already closed. “Lie down,” he said as
he pointed to a brown couch in the middle of the room, “and put your hands
behind your back. I need to make sure you
can’t get in the way.”
“Just don’t
hurt me,” she whispered as she lay on her stomach, watching as he wound the
rope out and used the knife to cut a length off. Walking over, her moved her hands behind her
back and crossed her wrists, the cord digging into her skin as he tightly bound
them together.
As Bobbi
looked over her shoulder, she saw him crossing her ankles and tying them
together with another cut length of rope, grimacing slightly as the cord bit into
her skin. “Look, I know you have to tie
me up,” she said quietly, “but do you mind if I sit up? IT’s a bit uncomfortable like this.”
The man
pulled tightly before tying the last knot, and then said “Sure, why not? Makes it easier for me as
well.” Bobbi rolled herself over
and sat up, resting her feet on the opposite arm from her body as she watched
him tying her legs together below her knees.
“Guess I’m
not going anywhere,” she said as she lifted up her legs and looked at
them. “That’s the general idea,” the man
said with a smile as he walked behind her and sat her up. She saw a coil of rope pass over her head, and
then gasped as her arms were pulled tightly into her side as he lashed the rope
around and above her breasts, forcing her cardigan to stretch over them.
As he passed
the rope under her arm and around the loops, Bobbi thought she could hear
something on the stairs. She glanced at
the man tying her up, hoping he hadn’t heard, but he was too busy making her
breasts stick out as her arms were tightened against her body. Eventually, he stood up and walked round to
look at her, her head to one side as he said ”Right - where do you keep your
jewellery?”
“M
mummy?”
He slowly
turned round and saw a young girl standing in the doorway, her brown hair held
back by a scrunchie, wearing a pair of light blur
cotton pyjamas.
“Mummy,
what’s going on?”
Bobbi looked
at her daughter, then at the man, before saying “It’s all right, Jacqui - this
man is playing a game with me. What do you
want, sweetheart?”
“Can I have a
drink of water?”
Bobbi
looked at the man, her head cocked to one side as it rested against the
back of the couch. “All right,” he said
as she looked at the girl, “I’ll get you a drink of water. You sit here and talk to your mum.”
He helped her
to sit in the armchair, before going to the kitchen, shooting a warning glance
over to Bobbi as he did so. “It’s all
right,” she said again as she watched him walk away, “we’re just playing a
little game.”
“What game
are you playing?”
“We call it
Robbers - he’s pretending to rob me, and then I have to try and get out of
these ropes.”
Jacqui looked
at her mother as she sat there, trying to smile as she twisted against the
tight ropes. “That sounds like a fun
game,” she said as the masked man came back in and gave her a glass of water,
“Can I play with mummy as well?”
He looked
over at Bobbi, then at the girl before saying “Of course you can, sweetheart -
finish your drink and then I’ll make sure you and mummy are ready to play the
escape part, all right?” He looked over
at Bobbi as he said this, who nodded - she did not want her daughter to be hurt
either.
Jacqui drank
the water and said “What do I have to do?”
“Well, the
robber has to make sure you can’t help mummy to get free or raise the
alarm. Why don’t you put your hands
together in front of you, palms together, and I’ll fix it so that you cannot
move your wrists.”
Taking a
shorter length of rope, he tied Jacqui’s wrists together, passing the rope
round them in a figure of eight before tying it off and leaving two long ends
hanging. She watched as he knelt down
and tied her ankles together, keeping the cords over the cuffs o her pyjama
bottoms, then her legs above her knees, before tying her wrists down to the
last band. Finally, he passed a length
of rope around her arms and body, forcing them into her side around her lower
chest.
“Now,” he
said as he stood up and looked at Bobbi, “As I was saying, where is your
jewellery?”
“In my
bedroom - chest of drawers, top one on the left.” As he walked away, she looked at Jacqui and
said “Are you all right darling?”
“I’m all
right mummy - what happens now?”
“He’s going
to pretend to steal my things, and then I think he may arrange so that we cannot
talk for a while. Once he’s gone, we
start to try and get free, all right?”
Jacqui nodded
as she shuffled back in the chair, looking at her bound legs as she did
so. After a few minutes, she looked up
as the man came back in, putting a bag in his pocket as he held two scarves in
his hand.
“I need to
make sure you can’t call out now,” he said as he rolled a red silk square into
a thick band. Standing in front of
Jacqui, he held it in both hands and said “Open your mouth wide, sweetheart,
and then I’ll tie this in and you can bite down on it.”
As he pulled
the scarf into Jacqui’s mouth, Bobbi watched her daughter, praying she would
not realise how real this was. As he
stood up, she saw her daughter’s lips closed over the red band, as he rolled a
black and white bandana into a second band, but this time tied a knot in the
middle.
“Your turn,”
he said as he pulled the knot into Bobbi’s mouth, tying the ends tightly behind
her head as she grunted. Looking at the
mother and daughter, he said “bye now - good luck escaping” before closing the
door on them.
“Lucky
escape.”
“What was,”
Paul said as he sat at the table.
“Pete last
week on a job,” Dave said as he shuffled the cards.
“Hmm - I
found something interesting this week as well.
Want to hear about it?”
I was on the
outskirts of town - there was a house I had been casing for some weeks. Very well to do family - mother in her late
forties, always well dressed, always wearing expensive jewellery, while the dad
liked to flash the cash. They had two
sons, both teenagers, and I was sure there was nobody home. After all, I’d seen them both walk out of the
house, and daddy had left hours before.
Parking at
the back, I made my way over the fence, up the back garden and into the
kitchen. To my surprise, the alarm
system had not been activated - on the other hand, they were teenage boys, so
that should not have been too surprising.
The house was in silence, so I made my way along the hallway, up the
stairs and into the bedroom.
Ten minutes
later, I was heading down the stairs, my pockets jangling, but as I passed the
cellar door I thought I could hear somebody calling out. Well, I was just going to leave, but
something about the sound made me stop and listen. IT was earnest, it was angry - and it was
muffled!
So I opened
the door, and walked down the wooden staircase, and there at the bottom was the
lady of the house. She wasn’t dressed
smartly - no, she was in a man’s white shirt and denim shorts, and screaming
with her eyes closed something like “ukdsgtbckhrrtnw!!!!”
She had been
taped to a support beam, her wrists taped together behind and around her waist
holding her firmly to the wooden pole. Her
ankles were also taped tightly together, and several strips of white tape were
smoothed over her mouth.
It was
obvious what had happened - the boys had tricked her down there, and left her
to take the car out. When she opened her
eyes at the sound of the wooden steps creaking, she must thought it was them
returned to rescue her - not a complete stranger smiling as he brushed the hair
away from her face.
Well, I just
walked up the stairs and left her there, cursing and swearing...
Pete and Dave
looked at each other, then at Paul before they curst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s
good,” Pete said as he wiped his eyes, “that just puts my whole week in
perspective.”
“Paul telling
you about the tie-up game mummy,” Steve said as he took his jacket off and sat
at the table. “He told me on the phone
last week. So what happened to you,
Pete?”
“I had to go
and see the mother-in-law - she wanted a favour.”
“What sort of
favour?”
“The kind
that involves defrauding the insurance company...”
“You have got
to be kidding me - you want me to do what?”
Sophie sat
forward as she looked Pete in the eye.
“I want you to tie me up as if you had broken into my house when I get
back from the club.”
Pete looked
at Sophie sitting there - she was in her early fifties, but liked to dress as
if she was in her twenties, and to be fair it was a little bit of an embarrassment.
She was wearing a grey vest top, her flesh hanging slightly over the edge of
the armholes, and a pair of denim cut off shorts with dark stockings on her
legs. A pair of tight over the knee
black leather boots with five inch heels was over her lower legs, which she had
crossed as she sat on the chair.
“It’s not as
if you haven’t done it before,” she said with a smile on her rouged lips, her
hand running through her shoulder length dyed hair. “Of course, if you want Anne to find out
about how you earn your big fat salary...”
“All right,
all right,” Pete said as he stood up, “I’ll do it. Got any rope in the house?”
“There’s some
washing line in the kitchen,” Sophie said as she drained her glass, “why don’t
you go and get a pair of scissors as well.”
Pete left,
the room, shaking his head as Sophie adjusted her vest top again, looking at
her arms as she did so. Looking up, she
saw her son in law walk back in with the rope cut into several lengths. “Let’s do this,” he said, “Stand up and put
your hands behind your back.”
“Like this,”
Sophie said as she put her arms together, sighing as she felt Pete binding her
wrists tightly together, wrapping it round three times before tying a square
knot, and then passing the rope between her arms to tighten the coils.
“Hmmm -
that’s tight,” she cooed as Pete took a long length of rope and passed it round
her arms and chest, her breasts falling over the rope as he tightened it and
the cords sinking into the flesh of her arms.
He passed the rope round again, then once around her upper arms, before
passing it round her neck and through the band below her breasts, making a
v-shape as he pulled the rope up and forced them to strain out against the grey
of her top. Her belly pushed the rest of
the material out as he stood there and looked at her.
“I can see
you’re good at this,” Sophie said as she looked over her shoulder, “but can you
make it more - erotic for me?”
“Do you mean
can I make it so you like it when you wriggle round?”
“Yes, that’s
what I mean.”
“Don’t tell
Anne I did this,” was all he said as he passed a length round her waist,
forcing her wrists into her back before he took the rope up between her legs,
pulling her shorts right into her crotch as he tied it round the rope and then
passed it back between her legs.
“Oh yes,
that’s good, “Sophie cooed as she tried moving her legs and arms round. “I need you to kneel down,” Pete said as he
helped Sophie onto her knees, before kneeling behind her and pushing her ankles
together.
“Mmmmmmm,” Sophie said, her eyes closed as she heard the
leather squeaking as her boots rubbed up against each other, the rope
tightening around her ankles as they were forced together.
Pete looked
at her, her belly hanging over the waist rope as she rubbed her legs together
and heard the squeak again. Opening her
eyes, she looked at Pete and said “Do you ever do this to Anne?”
“Never you mind,” Pete said as he looked at her. “Now, what do you want me to take?”
“There’s some
jewellery in the case over there, and some money - I’ll get it back from you
later.”
Pete turned
to pick up his coat, when he heard Sophie say “I
think you forgot something.”
“OH,
what?”
“I can still
call for help you know.”
Pete sighed
and picked up a pair of Sophie’s panties and a long winter scarf. “Open wide,” he said as he stood there, and
as Sophie opened her mouth he stuffed the panties into place. She was able to take the whole wad in and
close her mouth as Pete tied the scarf tightly over her mouth, the shape of her
lips showing underneath.
“I mean, it’s
one thing when you bind and gag a pretty young thing, but an old one like that
- yuck!”
“Yeah, well -
we’ve all had to do it at one time or another.
Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you don’t”
“Oh yeah,
Steve - and just when did you get that lucky?”
“A week or
two back - a real stunner she was as well...”
I snuck
quietly into the house, not really expecting anyone to be home. Yeah, the light was on downstairs, but a lot of
people do that nowadays - they think it acts as a deterrent to people like me.
Anyway, when
I go into the living room I can see that the television is playing quietly, but
slightly more important there’s someone in a chair watching it. She was a small woman, not more than five
four I reckoned, and she was dressed as if she was a schoolgirl.
No, really -
white blouse, short checked skirt, dark pantyhose and black Mary Jane shoes on
her feet. She had short reddish brown
hair, and was sitting quietly watching the film that was showing.
I must have
made some sort of noise, for she turned and looked at me. Quick as a flash, I was over at her, my hand
over her mouth as I told her to shut up and say nothing. I could feel her lips moving on my palm as
she tried to say something, but there was no way I was going to allow her to
call out and try to raise the alarm.
Eventually,
she nodded to show she was going to be quiet, and I took my hand away. “What do you want,” she whispered, but I said
nothing, instead taking my backpack off and opening it to show her the coils of
rope I had inside.
“Are you
going to tie me up?” she said, and I could have sworn there was a slight hit of
excitement in her voice. “Yes - Yes I am,”
I said quietly, as I took out a length of white rope and shook it out. Putting her hands in front of her, palm to
palm, I tied her wrists tightly, watching as she intertwined her fingers while
the rope tightened over the cuffs of her blouse.
“Does it have
to be so tight,” she said as she twisted her hands round and looked at me. “Just keep quiet,” I said as I shook another
length of rope out, “and you’ll be just fine.
Put your feet up on the seat for me.”
She swung
herself round and put her feet up, watching as I passed the rope around her
ankles and pulled them together, the rope going round a few times then between
her legs. As I tied the rope off and
tucked the ends into the loops, she said “Please, don’t do any more. I won’t call out I promise.”
“Yes,” I said
with a smile as I picked a wad of cotton wool out of my bag, “I know you
won’t. Now, open your mouth.”
I swear, she
offered no resistance as I pushed the pad into her mouth, and then pulled a
thin length of white cotton between her lips to hold it in place. She closed her eyes, saying “Mmmmmmplsdntdt” as she did so, but her tone was a mixture
of fear and, to my surprise, enjoyment.
Anyway, I
took some more rope and sat her up, wrapping it round her left arm above her
elbow and then taking it round her back and around her other arm. Passing it back again, I repeated the process
to bind her arms together, and then passed it around her upper body, above her
rather nice looking breasts as I did so to hold them more firmly in place.
Another length
went around her legs, just above her knees, but as I passed the rope between
her legs I brushed against her hose, and I distinctly heard her moan. It would appear this little lead was getting
rather more into the captive mode than I usually saw someone go, and an idea
was forming in my mind as to what I could do next.
Well, would
you do anything different? I started to
stroke her legs, watching as she smiled over her gag and said “mmsmssnnssss” as she did so. She wriggled round, and I could not help noticing
the way her breasts were sticking out, so I moved up and slowly started to
unbutton her blouse.
“Msssplskpgng,” she mumbled as I pulled the
front of her blouse open, revealing a pale cream silk bra. She had her eyes closed, and as I passed my
hand over her skin she actually jolted and mumbled “Plstkm,”
under her breath.
I massaged
her breast for a while, watching her as she moaned and groaned under the feel
of my hands, before I had an idea.
Leaving her for a moment, I went upstairs and found what I needed in the
bathroom, then slipped down and started to knead her breasts again.
“Whtrugngtdnw,” she mumbled as her eyes remained shut. “This,” I said as I started the device off,
and as she heard the bussing sound she went “hggdddeee.” She then squealed as I slipped the electric
toothbrush under her pantyhose, placing it where it could do the most
good. Seeing her smile and hearing her
moan, I started to look for her things, knowing she was contented and happy.
“You
lucky, lucky bastard. You lucky, lucky, lucky
bastard.”
“Hey,
sometimes life gives you lemons, so you have to make lemonade. What else would you have done?”
Steve looked
up as Brian and Eric walked in. “Started
the game yet,” Brian asked as he slipped his jacket off.
“Nah - we
were trading stories. Did you hear about
Pete’s?”
“The mother
in law - yeah, I heard. Nothing too tacky about that.”
“EH? You can top that?”
“Listen and
weep, listen and weep....”
She was a big
woman, Rachel Black. When I say big, I
mean large, corpulent, fat - whatever you want to call
it. At any rate, in her white blouse she
looked as if she would explode out of it at any minute, and her black skirt was
so tight it almost became a mini skirt as she walked.
She was the
boss, however, so the bank staff did as they were told, and kept their personal
feelings to themselves. When the three
masked men came in, demanding money as they held them at gunpoint, they
followed procedure. When they grabbed
Rachel and took her as a hostage, however, protocol be
damned. They waited the full hour,
rather than the thirty minutes the gunmen demanded, before calling the police -
and even then some of them were glad she had been taken.
Rachel wasn’t
too happy, however. She was in the back
of a van, a black bag tied loosely over her head and her wrists tied tightly
together with rope, the cords digging into her bare skin as she sat there.
“MOVE!” was
all she heard as she was eventually hauled out of the van and pushed
somewhere. As the hood was pulled off
her head, she saw she was in a sparsely furnished room, with two masked men
watching her.
“What the
hell are you going to do,” she swore as her long blonde hair fell untidily
around her face. “Shut it,” one of the
men said as he showed her a black cotton scarf, rolled into a band and a knot
tied in the middle.
“No fucking waAAAAA,” she screamed as her hair was pulled back, and a
dirty rag stuffed into her mouth. The
taste made her want to retch, but she was unable to spit it out as the knotted
scarf was pushed into her mouth and tied tightly around her face, the cloth
digging into her cheeks as it was passed round.
“Ltmmgggg,” Rachel mumbled as she felt a pair of hands
coming round from behind her, but as they pulled her blouse open, the buttons
popping to the sides, her face went red as her chest was exposed. She hadn’t been able to find a clean bra that
day, and her large breasts hung down like two large balloons.
“Hey, we’d
better make sure they stay in place,” one of the men in front of her said, and
she squealed “Fkngngshhhtttt” as she felt rope been
pulled tightly over her bare breasts, forcing her nipples in as the white band
sunk into her flesh while her arms were pulled tightly into her side.
As the rope
went round her body below her chest, Rachel screamed into the black cloth, the
noise muffled as she ached in her breasts and arms. She was powerless to stop them forcing her to
kneel, as her ankles were crossed and bound tightly with rope, the cords
rubbing against her stocking as her skirt rode up her ass.
“She’s a
beauty, isn’t she,” the man said with a cruel laugh as she was forced to sit
down, and her legs lashed together just below her knees. “Get on your knees,” the man said and as
Rachel struggled against the couch she
looked over her shoulder, blushing and grimacing as she saw the other men
standing there and felt her skirt moving further up.
“Your staff
said you could be a real bitch,” one of them said as he walked forward, “Let’s
see if we can punish you for that.”
Rachel
squealed as his large hand came down on her behind, feeling the stinging as
tears started to roll down her cheeks.
The smacking continued, unabated as the men laughed, and laughed, and
laughed....
“My hand
still smarts from that, but it served the bitch right. We let her go a couple of hours later,
blindfolded and her hands tied in the local woods.”
“Some guys
get all the luck,” Eric said as he sat down and Pete started to deal the cards
out. “Just once, I’d love to meet a nice
juicy MILF and have a little fun when I break into a house.”
“Oh yeah -
what about that mother/daughter combo you were telling me about from a month or
so ago?”
“Oh, them -
yeah I suppose that was kinda nice, even if I was on
my own for that...”
“I told you
to stop struggling.”
“What do you
expect me to do - lie quietly here while you get away with our stuff?”
“Actually,
you can sit up in a minute if you want, but yeah - I expect you to sit
quietly.”
Cathy
Beaufort snorted as she heard this, and then grimaced as she felt the tape
sticking to her bare ankles and they were forced together. She’d walked in on the man rummaging through
her stuff, a stocking pulled over his head, but before she could call for help
held grabbed her and held a knife to her throat to “persuade” her to
co-operate.
Forcing her
into the front room, he’d made her lie face down on the couch and pulled her
hands behind her back, holding them in one hand as he took a roll of light blue
tape from his pocket and tore the end loose with his other hand. Cathy had shouted as she felt the tape
pulling at her skin, but he had been too strong for her, and now she felt her
wrists crossed and held together in the small of her back.
Her black
shoes were on the wooden floor, as she lay there while her ankles were secured
together. A blue cardigan that buttoned
up the front, and a short black skirt, formed the rest of her attire that day.
“You’re
hurting me,” she screamed as she felt the tape been smoothed on her ankles, and
then was rolled over so that she could stare up at the man. She saw him smile as he ripped the tape loose
again and bound her legs together above her knees, before reaching over and
brushing her blonde hair away from her face as she stared at him.
“Purse your
lips,” he said as he tore a strip off the roll.
“Do I have a choice,” Cathy said sarcastically, but she put her lips
together and frowned as he smoothed the tape over her mouth.
More strips
followed, until Cathy’s lower jaw was like a grey smooth band. The intruder reached down and kissed her
forehead through the stocking, but as he straightened up he heard a door
opening and a woman say “Cathy, you in here?”
“MMMMM,”
Cathy screamed as the masked man went and stood beside the door. “You in here,” the voice called out as the door
opened and a woman in her mid-forties walked in, wearing a short sleeved brown
top with black trim, the front open over a brown dress with spaghetti straps
over her shoulders, dark stockings and black mid heeled shoes.
“CATHY!” she
screamed before the intruder grabbed her from behind, a gloved hand clamped
over her mouth as he whispered “Don’t make a bloody sound, or your daughter
there gets it. Don’t deny it - I can see
the resemblance.”
The woman
looked at Cathy who said “plsmmmdshsas.” Nodding, she stood forward as she was
released and looked at the man standing there.
“Take one of
those chairs,” he said as he pointed to the dining table, “and sit on it where
I can see you, hands on your head.”
“All right,”
she said as she moved a chair out and sat down, her sleeves falling as he
placed her hands on her long black hair, “just please don’t hurt my baby.”
“She’ll be
fine,” the man said as he walked behind her, putting a bag next toher and
drawing out some rope as he did so. “Put
your hands behind your back and don’t move.”
Cathy
sat herself up and watched as the intruder guided her mother’s hands down
behind the chair and started to tie them together. “I guess your name’s Dorothy,” he said as she
grimaced at the tightness of the ropes.
“Yes, how did
you know?”
“By the
addresses on the letters outside,” he said as he stood up and unravelled a
longer length of rope. Passing it round
her waist, he crossed it behind the central spar of the chair back and then
around her lower arms, pulling Dorothy back into the seat and securing her arms
to the chair at the same time.
“Well,
Dorothy,” the man said as he pulled out yet another length of rope, “you can
make things much easier by telling me the combination to the safe I found in
your bedroom. Do that,
and I’ll take it easier on both of you.”
As she felt the
rope going round her upper body, then down and around her shoulders, Dorothy
could see her cardigan top been pulled back to reveal her dress, the skirt of
which had ridden slightly up as she had sat down. “I’ll tell you anything,” Dorothy said as she
felt her arms been pulled further back, “just don’t hurt us.”
“Well then,”
the intruder said as he knelt in front of her and pulled her ankles together to
the side, “Start talking - what is the combination?”
Dorothy
squealed again and again as her ankles and legs were secured, glaring at the
man doing this to her the whole time.
“Well,” he eventually said as he stood up, looking over at Cathy, “I’m
waiting.”
“Let me
think,” Dorothy said, but she saw he wasn’t happy with this, as he turned and
started walking over to her daughter.
Cathy screamed into her gag as she saw the look in his face, as Dorothy
said “ALL RIGHT!!!!! All right - 36 24 38”
“Better - if
a little out of date,” the man said as he walked back over to Dorothy. “Now, close your mouth.”
“I looked
in before I left, and she
was staring straight ahead. I had to use
white tape to close her mouth, criss crossing strips
over her mouth, but she was saying nothing.
Neither was her little cute daughter - although she had managed to work
a couple of buttons loose on that cardigan of hers.”
The assembled
group laughed as Eric picked up his cards and looked at them. “All right,” Pete said as he looked round the
table, “Who’s in?”
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