Reunion
“Forty
years? Has it really been forty years
since we were in the sixth from together?”
Myra smiled as
she sat on her bed, a dressing gown wrapped round her and her hair in a
towelling turban, as she spoke on the telephone.
“Well I can’t
wait to meet all of you as well – and the idea of going in the clothes we were
wearing when we were at the school is inspired.
I’m amazed I can still get into my ones, but I can. Proves what exercise and having three kids
can do for you.
“Right – I’ll
see you there, and we can dance the night away.” Putting the phone down, she stood up and
looked at herself in the mirror – she may be the wrong side of 55, but she was
in great shape, with short cut light brown hair framing her face. Taking off the gown, she slipped into a pair
of white panties and a bra, and then pulled on a pair of tight pale blue pants,
fastening them round her slim waist.
As she picked
up the cowl necked sweater, the grey fabric shimmering, she smiled and pulled
it over her head, looking at herself again in the mirror as the material hugged
her chest. “You are looking good girl,”
she said to herself as she turned round, “I just hope walking in these again is
not too hard.”
She looked
again at the boots, which had sat in the back of her wardrobe all these
years. When she had married her husband,
he had made it clear he did not like them, so she had put them away – but now
that he had passed on, she was ready to feel that elation of her youthful
rebellion once more.
They were made
of a silver leather, designed to look like snakeskin, with a four-inch square
heel and a two inch sole. Sitting in the
chair, she pulled them carefully up her legs, her feet slipping in as she
pulled them up over her knees and tightened the laces at the back of her
calves.
Slowly
standing, Myra walked round, gaining confidence as she did so, and starting to
sign to herself.
“Wig wam bam,
gonna make you my man,
Wham bam Mam, gonna catch you if I can…”
So when she was
grabbed from behind, a gloved hand clamping a damp and sweet smelling cloth
over her mouth, Myra was taking completely by surprise. As she opened her mouth to try to call for
help, the fumes invaded her nose and mouth, and she was suddenly sleepy, her
mind starting to cloud over as she wondered what was going on.
“Breath deep,”
she heard a young man say, “don’t struggle…”
“Hrrruuuu,” she
mumbled as she started to relax, but before she could fall asleep the man took
the cloth away, lowering her gently to the floor and rolling her onto her
stomach as he crossed her wrists behind her back. Myra was dimly aware of the pressure on her
wrists as he used thin cord to secure them together, the rope going around and
between her arms. She then felt him move
her legs, and heard the squeak of leather as he used more cord to secure her
ankles firmly together.
“I’m going to
take you somewhere special,” he said quietly as he rolled her over, and she
looked through foggy eyes at him – about six foot tall, casually dressed as far
as she could tell, as she heard the sound of something been ripped – and then
felt a tugging on the skin around her mouth as he pressed something over
them. Something that stopped her from
being able to open her mouth.
She heard the
ripping sound again, and then the pressure on her eyes as he closed them, and
pressed something over the top…
He looked at Myra,
her wrists and ankles bound, tape over her mouth and eyes, and smiled as he
took more ropes out of his bag. Once he
had her firmly secured, he would carry her down to the van – and then he had
some more calls to make…
“Veronica, are
you nearly ready?”
“Be down in a
minute Betty,” the light brown haired woman said as she stood in front of the
hallway mirror, adjusting the fit of the yellow leather jacket before she
zipped it closed over her black leather pinafore dress. She was also wearing a matching pair of thigh
high leather boots with a two inch heel, the laces tied behind her legs.
“What Myra have
to say anyway,” Veronica called down.
“That she was
looking forward to seeing all of us,” Betty said in reply as she heard the
knock on the front door, and turned to walk towards it. “How can I help you,” she said as she opened
the door – and then walked slowly backwards as the two men came in. They were dressed in dark suits, shirts, ties
and highly polished shoes – and also wore leather gloves and balaclava masks.
“No loud noises
or calling,” one of them said quietly as he pointed a gun at Betty, “walk
slowly into the front room, and sit down, hands were we can see them.” He smiled as the older woman slowly nodded
and complied, sitting and watching the door as they stood either side of it.
“So who was at
the door,” Veronica said as she came in, adjusting her necklace. The redhead was wearing a long sleeved grey
top, a black leather mini skirt and thigh high tan leather wader boots.
“We were,” the
second man said as he pressed his gun to Veronica’s head. “Go and sit next to your wife – hands in
front of you.”
As she sat
down, Veronica looked at Betty and said “what’s going on?”
“I’ve no idea –
they just walked in and…”
“Take one of
these each.”
The two women
looked up as one of the men took two lengths of cord from his jacket pocket,
and handed one to each of them.
“What is this
for,” Betty said as she took it.
“You are going
to secure the legs of your partner together, below your knees – and make it
sure it is tight, or we’ll do it. And
you may not like what is involved in that.”
“Let’s… Let’s just do as they say,” Veronica said as
she gently kissed Betty’s cheek, and then bound her legs together below her
knees, drawing them together as the rope rubbed and squeaked on the mustard
coloured leather. She then sat back and
watched as Betty bound her own legs together, taking the rope around and
between Veronica’s legs.
“Good,” the
masked man said, “now, I suggest you kiss each other. A sign of affection if you will.” The two women looked at him, and then at each
other, before they gently kissed each other on the lips.
As they did so,
the second armed man put his gun down, and removed from his jacket pocket two
white cloths, waiting until they had stopped before he handed them over.
“And what are
these for,” Veronica asked, already fearing the answer – one which was
confirmed as the armed intruder said “stuff them into each other’s mouth.” The two women looked at each other, and then
slowly, slowly, Betty opened her mouth, trying no tot choke as her wife pushed
the folded cloth into her mouth, before she did the same to Veronica.
As Veronica
closed her lips over the cloth, she heard a strange, squelchy tearing sound,
and she looked over to see the intruder tear a length of wide white medical
tape from a roll. “Take this,” the armed
man said to her, “and press it firmly over her mouth.”
“Msreee,”
Veronica said quietly as she pressed the tape firmly over Betty’s mouth, the
shape of her lips visible underneath as she smoothed it into place – and then
she felt the tugging at her own skin as Betty was forced to cover her mouth as
well.
The two men
then took two more lengths of cord from their jacket pockets, walking behind
the two gagged women before they pulled their arms behind their backs, securing
them with their palms pressed together, the bands going around and between
their wrists with the knots out of reach of their fingers.
“Whrrudnnthsffrr,”
Betty said as she looked at the two men.
“You’ll see,”
the armed one said quietly, as the second one tore another strip of tape from
the roll, “close your eyes.” They were powerless
to stop them using the tape to blindfold them both, before they were forced to
stand and hobble out of the room. From
the sounds their heels were making on the ground, Veronica could tell they were
being taken out of the house, and then made to sit down before whatever vehicle
they were in moved off…
Myra grunted as
she was dropped onto a mat of some form, and rolled onto her stomach, before
her ankles were pulled back and she felt whoever was doing this secure them to
the ropes around her chest. The ropes
holding her legs together at their ankles, knees and thighs were tight, and a
little uncomfortable, but something about this situation was also exciting her
as well.
“Well, I see
you made it here.”
She recognised
the voice – but said nothing as it continued “we’re just waiting on the others
to arrive – and then we can begin. But
if you look over there…”
Myra felt the
tape as it was pulled from her eyes, then turned her head slowly, stifling a
cry as she recognised the woman lying on the floor next to her, her lips over
her gag…
Although she was approaching seventy,
Rhona liked to think she was still the trendsetter she had been in her teaching
days – and although long retired, the invitation to the reunion had intrigued
her beyond measure.
Especially when she had realised what
the dress code was. As she moved round
her front room, the creak of the leather was filling her with pleasure. In her case, it was a long tan leather skirt
and matching thigh high boots, her outfit completed by a grey cardigan over a long
sleeved white top, and a grey chiffon scarf.
Her grey hair was cut short, and she was wearing simple pearl studs.
Looking at her reflection through her glasses,
Rhona smiled and said “I can still show those girls a thing or two, even now.”
“I do so agree.”
Rhona stood stock still for a second,
and then turned as she said “you?”
“Me – please, no sudden moves or cries
out. I’m here to take you to this most
special reunion.”
“Perhaps,” Rhona said, “but why do you
need that gun?”
“Oh – I won’t need this in a little
while, but first I need to make sure I will not need it. And for that, I need to ask you to cross your
wrists in front of yourself.”
“And why would – ah,” Rhona said as she
saw the ropes. “but why?”
“Oh I am sure you will figure it out in
due course – you always were one of the brightest of the bunch. But my time is limited – so please, cross
your wrists.”
As Rhona felt the cords rub on her
wrists, forcing them comfortably but firmly together, she said “surely this had
nothing to do with…”
“Ah – you do remember. Good.
Stand still now.”
Rhona stared straight ahead as more rope
was passed around her waist, securing her wrists to the front of her body, and
then more rope passed around her upper body and arms. The effect as the ropes were pulled tighter
was to force the cardigan to her sides, her arms pinioned to her sides, her chest
framed by the bands as it was forced up and out.
“Oh my god,” she whispered quietly as
she twisted round.
“Yes – quite an intoxicating feeling
isn’t it. I learned it that day – and I
wanted to share it with all of you on this anniversary.”
“But I tried to stop them…”
“Yes you did, and that is why I am being
more lenient with you.” Rhona grunted as
more rope was used to tighten the bands around her upper body together, between
her arms and her body.
“So what now – are you taking me
somewhere?”
There was no answer, only a folded cloth
held in front of Rhona’s mouth, as she opened wide and tasted the cotton as it
sat on her tongue. She then had to watch
as her scarf was removed, and used as a cleave gag, keeping the cloth behind
her teeth.
“Now then – if you will come with me…”
“Hmlrddd –
msseeifs?”
“Hllymre –
srreeurhrrswl?”
Myra could only
nod as she heard footsteps, and then two more captives were carried in, placed
on mats next to her and then hogtied. As
the tape was removed from their eyes, Veronica and Betty looked round, and then
at the other two.
“Hllrrdd –
btthmnnss?”
Myra nodded at
Veronica’s comment as all four struggled…
“I am what I
am, and what I am, needs no excuses…”
Edna smiled as she
fastened the last button on her short sleeved white blouse, and then walked
over to the couch, slipping the left boot over her leg and slowly pulling the
zip up as the material covered and hugged the leg of her skin tight jeans,
pulling it further and further up as it went over her knee and half way up her
thigh. She smiled as she switched her
leg, the supple burgundy leather caressing her limbs as she made sure it still
fitted.
“Looking good
girl,” she said as she out her right leg down, the three inch stiletto heel
adding extra height and making her seem even slimmer. Her light blonde hair was cut in a bob, as
she looked round.
“Now, where did
I put my purse,” she whispered to herself as she looked round, and then walked
over to the table – before a leather gloved hand clamped itself over her mouth,
taking her completely by surprise.
“Wjhtffkkk,”
she mumbled as she reached up to try and pull the hand away – and then she felt
the cold metal disc pressed against her head, as a voice said “no – I don’t
want you to do that, and you don’t want to die I suspect, do you?”
Edna slowly
shook her head as the voice said “good – kneel down, hands on your head, and
don’t move unless you are told. Do it
now.” As the hand was taken away, Edna
slowly dropped to her knees, placing her hands palm down on top of her head.
“Do not look
round.” That was all she heard, before
whoever was doing this crossed her ankles, and she heard the squeak as she felt
them being secured together with rope.
“If it’s money
you want,” she whispered, “I can give you all I have. Just ask…”
“Oh I don’t
want your money,” the voice continued as she felt her legs been drawn together
below her knees, and then above, the rope squeaking and her boots adding to the
sound as they rubbed together, and she felt hands pushing the rope between her
legs.
“Then what do
you want?”
“You’re going
to a reunion, correct?”
Edna slowly
nodded as she grunted, the ropes tighter than she had expected.
“Well, I’m here
to make sure you get there,” the voice said as her arms were pulled behind her,
and she felt her hands pressed together palm to palm, before her wrists were
roped tightly together. She then gasped
as her elbows were pulled together, forcing her chest put and threatening to
make the buttons on her blouse burst open as they were secured as well.
“What – trussed
like this?”
“And silent as
well,” the voice said – and then her eyes shot open as a length of duct tape
was pressed firmly over her mouth, followed by three more. She was unable to call out now as more rope
was passed round her body, further securing her arms – and then she was lifted
off the floor, dragged backwards as her heels left track marks in the carpet,
scraped on the stone path outside her house, and then pressed on her bottom as
she was lifted into the boot of a car, her legs pulled back and her ankles
secured to the ropes round her chest.
The last thing
she saw was a face, as she said “hmmggdd – uu?”
“Me.” And then the lid of the trunk was slammed
down, plunging her into darkness.
“EDNEEEE!”
As she was
carried into the cellar, Edna recognised the other women struggling on the
floor, three of them hogtied, the fourth secured with bands of rope as she
looked on through her glasses. She said
nothing as she was placed on the floor as well, looking on as the people who
had brought her in left her there.
“Sthhsssmsrtfjk?”
All four turned
and looked at Rhona, who merely shook her head as they all heard the click of
heels on the flagstones and tried to see who was coming.
The woman was
dressed in a crisp white blouse, a tight black leather pencil skirt that came
down to her knees, and leg hugging straight black leather boots with a four
inch stiletto sharp heel. She wore a
pair of short black leather gloves on her hands, and smiled as she stood back
and looked at them.
“Hello girls –
long time no see.”
The girls
looked at her as she walked up and down.
“It really has been a long time, hasn’t it – but I always knew one day,
I would meet all of you again, and let you know how much I appreciated what you
did.”
Myra, Veronica,
Betty and Edna looked at each other, before Rhona said “bthhhemm?”
“Ah – because
you were the one who came to my rescues that day, and I wanted to show my
appreciation at the same time. Do you
remember that last day of sixth form, girls…”?
“Myra – have you and your friends seen
Jennifer anywhere?”
The four girls looked across from the
common room of St Blasius’ Sixth Form at Rhona, their form teacher. The young teacher was wearing a brown suede waistcoat
and skirt with a floral print blouse, while the four girls were wearing round
necked t-shirts, hot pants and knee length PVC boots.
“Sorry Miss Eaves,” Myra giggled, “I
haven’t seen her since breakfast, have any of you?”
Veronica, Betty and Edna all shook their
heads as Rhona looked at them. “All
right – if you see her, tell her that her uncle will be here to collect her at
four tonight.”
As she left the form room, Rhona heard
them talking – something did not seem right about this. Jennifer was one of the quieter girls in the
class, and had been picked on by some of the girls – those four in
particular. It was the end of their time
at the private girls’ school, but surely they weren’t going to…
“Miss Eaves!”
Rhona looked up as one of the fourth
form girls ran over. “Miss Eaves, you
need to come with me please – there’s something wrong on the Hockey pitch.”
“All right,” Rhona said as she walked
quickly out with the young girl, and saw the crowd of girls at the edge of the
pitch. As she got closer, however, she
could also hear the laughter – and then she was what they were looking at.
Jennifer was standing against the side
of the goal, lashed to the wood with bands of rope around her arms, chest, legs
and ankles. A wide strip of brown sticking
plaster was pressed over her mouth, a pair of lips drawn on it in red lipstick,
and someone had been rather too generous with the blusher and eye shadow. Worse, a band of rope had been pulled
between her legs and against her crotch, as a damp patch could be seen on her
jeans.
“RIGHT!”
Rhona turned to the crowd and said “back to your rooms and finish
packing – and one of you get the headmistress out here.” As the crowd dispersed, she walked quickly over
and peeled the sticking plaster from her mouth.
“Are you all right,” she said quietly as she looked at the dark haired
girl.
“Yes – they did this before dawn,” she
croaked as Rhona untied her, and removed the extra rope.
“Come on,” she said quietly, “let’s get
you to the school nurse…”
“I should
really thank all four of you,” Jennifer said as she looked at them, “what you
made rise in me was a fire that I have used to fuel my career, and give
pleasure to man, over the last forty years.
But as I said, I always knew one day I would get the opportunity to
thank you all properly. Boys?”
Myra recognised
the two men who had kidnapped her, as they quickly tied a rope round her waist,
and then pulled it tightly up between her legs, making her groan as she
suddenly realised how damp she was there. As she looked over, the men added the
extra rope to Veronica, Betty and Enda, hearing their squeals as the ropes
rubbed on them.
“You see, I
have built a career now as a dominatrix,” Jennifer said with a smile, “and I
want you to enjoy all I enjoy. I just
need to add one thing.”
All four tried
to stop the men as they slipped a vibrator under the crotch rope, but then
groaned as it started to work on them, Jennifer walking over to Rhona.
“I offer you
the choice, Miss Eaves.”
Rhona looked at
the other four as they started to shake, and said “whtrrugntddd?”
“Have then
delivered to the reunion as a special present in a little while – but not
you. So?”
As she heard
their moans, Rhona nodded as Jennifer said “Good – boys, slip one in for our
most special guest.” She watched as one
of the men handed Jennifer a vibrator, which she expertly slipped into Rhona’s
knickers, the buzzing starting to work on her as she slowly lost herself…
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