The Coffee House
As Shirley
descended the stairs, she smiled as she looked round the floor of her new
cafe. The tables and chairs were all
laid out, the white tablecloths neatly laid and symmetrical, and to one side
her kitchen with the pots, cups and other items ready.
The cafe
itself was due to open in the morning, but tonight she had invited two old
friends round with their older daughters for a small celebration. She was wearing a long sleeved blue cropped
cardigan, fastened under her chest by a single button, and a knee length white
dress. A pair of knee length black
leather boots enclosed her lower legs, and she had a scarf printed with the US
flag rolled into a large band and hanging loosely around her neck. Lastly, a large black leather belt, was
fastened round her waist.
“Well, I can
tell this is going to be a very special night,” Shirley said to herself as she
looked round, and then heard the knock
on the front door. Smiling, she
walked over and opened it as she said “Barbara, Sara – come in, come in.”
“Thanks,”
Barbara said as she and her daughter came in.
The older woman had long chestnut brown hair, which fell in soft waves
over the shoulders of her dark blue jersey dress, decorated with a bow at the
front. The skirt came to above her
knees, while she had dark tights on her legs, and a pair of knee length
blue-black leather boots with side straps.
While Barbara
was the same age as Sheila, Sara was nineteen, and wore a grey round necked
denim crop jacket with short sleeves, a black jersey dress with a short skirt,
dark tights and knee length grey suede boots.
She had dark brown hair, brushed back and slightly platted.
“Nice place
Aunt Sheila,” she said as she looked round, “you’ve done a great job here.”
“Why thank
you – hopefully Joanna and Jenny will be here soon...”
“They’re here
now,” Barbara said as she opened the door.
Joanna was a year younger than her and Barbara, and was wearing a blue
coat over a knee length white dress, a white lace shawl tied over her neck and
shoulders and hanging down to her waist.
Her outfit was completed by a pair of knee length white boots.
Jenny was the
same age as Sara, and like her mother had long light brown hair. Unlike her mother, she did not wear
glasses. Her blue jacket covered the
white patterned blouse, the cream coloured linen skirt coming down over her
knees, but allowing a glimpse of blue tights over her brown mid-calf boots.
“Hey Sara,”
she said as the two friends hugged each other, “I see you got invited as well.”
“Invited is
the wrong word,” Sara said with a sigh, “once they start talking, how long do
you think before we get a chance to sneak out?”
“Let me go
and make the first batch of coffee from the new machine,” Sheila said as she
headed into the kitchen.
“She has done
a good job,” Barbara said with a smile.
“Yes,” Joanna
said, “she has...”
As Sheila
placed the slices of banana cake on the plate, she smiled. Her best friends were here – and their
daughters, who she knew would get bored, but she liked their company. So she put the plate on the tray with the
five coffees, and backed through the door, saying “here we go, I hope you...”
She looked at
the four other women, and the three men standing behind them as they sat with
their hands palm down on their heads.
The three men were wearing black overalls, and full head balaclava
masks, allowing only their eyes and thin lips to be seen. They wore latex gloves on their hands, and
two of them were carrying very large guns, aimed at her friends.
“Very
slowly,” the third masked man said, “put the tray down, Sheila.”
“How do you
know who I am?”
“Not
important – put the tray down Sheila, and then make the introductions.
“Now.”
Nodding,
Sheila put the tray slowly down on the table, and said “Joanna, Jenny, Barbara,
Sara, I have no idea what is going on, but if we just do as they say...”
“Two mothers,
two daughters, I would guess,” the man said.
“Who is paired with who?”
Sara looked
at Barbara, the man smiling as he said “good – thank you. Who are you?”
“Barbara.”
“Well
Barbara,” the man said as he took from his back pocket a length of rope, “you
will bind your daughter’s wrists together behind her back. And make sure it is tight – or I will have to
do it myself.”
“You cannot
be serious...”
“Do I look as
if I am joking,” the man said, “do it now.”
“Just do as
he says mum,” Sara said as she slowly lowered her hands, crossing her wrists
behind her back as Barbara stood up and took the rope. She walked over, saying “I’m sorry,” as she
used the rope to secure her daughter’s wrists together. The man walked over and looked, then pulled
the rope tighter and between Sara’s wrists, before he said “Good – Sheila, you
tie her wrists together before she sits down.”
He handed her
a length of rope, Sheila shaking slightly as she took the cords, and then
guided Barbara’s wrists behind her back and secured them together.
“Good –now,
you two, Joanna and Jenny,” the man said as Barbara sat next to her daughter,
“my friend will give you each a longer length of rope. Double it over, and stand behind Barbara and
Sara.”
Sheila could
only watch as the man instructed them in how to use the rope to bind the arms
of the other two to their sides, taking the rope above and below their chests
as they did so, Sara’s jacket opening and falling to the side of her breasts as
Jenny did so. He then made them use the
ends of the rope to tighten the bands between their bodies and their arms, so
that their chests were forced up and out.
“Why are you
doing this to us,” Barbara asked, only to recoil as the man took from another
pocket two sponge balls.
“Put these in
their mouths.”
Five minutes
later, Sara was trying not to panic as the sponge expanded behind her teeth,
Jenny whispering “I’m sorry” as she pressed the length of brown sticking
plaster firmly over her mouth. She
nodded, looking at her mother as the shape of Barbara’s lips appeared under the
brown fabric.
“Now then,”
the man said as he looked at Joanna, “now that you know what you are doing, you
bind your daughter’s wrists and arms.
While she does that, Sheila, take these ropes and bind Barbara’s ankles
tightly together, then her legs below her knees.”
“I want to
know what’s going on,” Sheila said, but she saw one of the armed men holding
the ropes out, and knelt in front of Barbara, passing the rope around the dusky
leather and then hearing the squeak as the rope forced her ankles together,
rubbing on the boots as well as the boots rubbing on each other.
“Hrthheshllee?”
“I don’t
know,” Sheila whispered back as she passed the rope around her legs, above the
tops of the boots and below her knees, and then heard Jenny grunt as Joanna was
forced to bind her arms to her sides in the same way as the other two had
been. As she pulled the rope tight, she
looked up to see Joanna tying the ropes off, and then made to gag her daughter
with a sponge and the plaster.
“Bind her
legs.”
Sheila
secured Sara’s legs, and then stood up as Joanna was made to bind Jenny’s
legs. The ropes had forced her chest out
and her blue jacket to the side, as she struggled in the seat.
“Her turn
now,” the man said as he handed ropes to Sheila, and looked at Joanna. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered as Joanna kept
looking at the three men, a look of defiance as Sheila systematically bound her
arms, and then her legs.
“Good,” was
all the man said as she tied the last rope between Joanna’s legs, “now you can
do one last thing for me.”
“And that
is?”
“Pull your
scarf between your own lips, and tie it off tightly.”
Sheila had to
comply, the other four watching as the two masked men put their guns down, and
walked to the door, locking it as the blinds were pulled over. “Swhhruhrrr,” she said through the thick
chiffon band that sat between her teeth.
“Oh you will
find out soon enough,” the man said as he walked behind Sheila, taking her hands
behind her back and crossing her wrists as the two men stood behind Sara and
Jenny. They looked at each other, and
then grunted as the two masked men started to stroke their hands over their
bodies.
“LFHHRLLNNN!”
“Manners,
Barbara,” the man said as he pulled the rope tight between Sheila’s arms, “your
turn will come, but we want the younger girls to be relaxed before then. We have something very special planned for
both of you – and Sheila is going to play a star part in that.”
“Emmmm?”
“Oh yes you
are,” the man said as the rope pulled her arms into her sides. As she felt the bands tightening, she could
see Barbara and Joanna struggling as the other two men began to massage the
chests of their daughters, hearing their soft moans. Neither Sara or Jenny had
ever been treated this way, and as their nipples became prominent, they looked
at each other, unsure of what they were meant to do.
Then they
closed their eyes and squealed as the masked men pinched their nipples, and the
older women saw the red flush on their cheeks.
“They look a
little warm – help them to cool off.”
He passed the
rope under Sheila’s left arm, pulling it up and around the back of her neck as
the two young girls were continuously squeezed and pinched, their mothers
unable to stop them as the bands tightened on Sheila’s chest. They then had their jackets pulled down, and
as Jenny’s blouse was opened the man with Sara took a knife and cut through the
front of her dress, both of them looking as their chests burst out, and then
their bras moved up as the latex gloved hands massaged their bare breasts.
Joanna and
Barbara looked at each other as Sheila was forced to sit down, and her own legs
were secured. The sounds coming from the
gagged mouths of the two girls were getting louder and deeper, and the protests
of both mothers as well.
“As I said,
your turn is coming ladies,” the man said quietly, “make sure the girls are kept
occupied and out of the way.”
Sara and
Jenny looked at each other as they were made to stand up, and then kneel on the
floor, as the two men wrapped more rope around their waists – and then pulled
it between their legs and up, both girls squealing as their skirts were hiked
up and the ropes rubbed between their legs.
Before they knew what was happening, they were lying on their stomachs,
their ankles pulled back and secured to their chest ropes as the crotch rope
was secured to their wrists.
They tried to
move, and then gasped as they realised what was happening – but that gasp was
nothing compared to that of their mothers, as Joanna’s coat was pulled to the
side, and both of them felt the gloved hands on their own chests.
As they were
groped, they both closed their eyes as they felt their own bodies respond – and
the man whispered into Sheila’s ear “now, you are going to make them both very,
very happy women, before I make you a very happy woman as well.”
Her eyes shot
open – as she suddenly realised what was going on, and she remembered a
telephone call...
“Good evening, you’re through to
Fantasy Fulfilment. How can I be of
service to you?”
Sheila was sitting in her front room,
looking out of the window as she said “Oh – well, I saw your advert, and...”
“It’s all right Sheila,” the female
voice said, “take your time, and tell us what you require.”
“So you really can fulfil any
fantasy?”
“When it is within legal limits, then
yes. First, can I just confirm your
address as...”
“How did you know that,” Sheila said
quietly.
“Software – now, where would you like
to begin?”
“Well... A few months ago, I was the recipient of a
gift of sorts – a couple held me hostage all weekend, made me dress up various
ways, and I spent most of the time bound and gagged.”
“I believe we know the couple you
mention,” the voice said, “let me venture a guess. They ignited something inside you?”
“That’s right,” Sheila said, “and now
I keep having fantasies of been taken hostage at work or at home, only...”
“Only they do more than bind and gag
you?”
Sheila nodded, before she said “I
imagine two or three men coming into my workplace, force me to tie my own legs
up, and then they immobilise me, before they start to arouse me, grope me, turn
me on, and then...”
“And then?”
“Well, without actually raping me,
make me come to an orgasm and then leave me with a toy tormenting me until I am
released. Also – if another woman was
there, they force me to use my mouth to make them cum as well...”
“A more common fantasy than you may
think Sheila. It is certainly well
within our capability to do that. First
the rules. We will not say when we are
coming, but if you agree in this call, it will happen at some time.
“Second, we will leave you unable to
raise the alarm, and distracted, but after a set time, which you will see
countdown, the means for your escape will be provided.
“Third, no payment is taken until the
fantasy is fulfilled.”
“I see, and the fee?”
As she heard the figure mentioned, she
nodded and said “very well – I agree.”
“Excellent – thank you for calling
Fantasy Fulfilment...”
Sheila
grunted as the rope was pulled between her legs, and she saw her friends
squirming under the assault of the two masked men. She could not deny, there was something
arousing about the way they moved...
Both Joanna
and Barbara were made to stand, before the man walked over, and used a scalpel
to cut through their dresses from neck to hem, the two gropers then pulling
their dresses away and leaving them in their lingerie, boots and tights. He then cut through the straps of their bras,
removing them as they both felt the latex on their bare and sensitive nipples,
before he pulled their hose down to the ropes below their knees, and made them
both sit down again.
“Now then,”
he said as he looked at Sheila, “who is going to be first?”
“Plssdntmkmdths,”
she mumbled, while inside she was thinking “who wants it the most – Barbara or
Joanna?”
She glanced
over at Sara as she threw her head back, her body shaking as she squealed, and
her mind was made up. As the masked men
started to kiss the necks of both her friends, their hands and fingers dancing
over their chests, she was made to jump over to them and then kneel in front of
Barbara.
“Hmgddd...”
“Msreee,”
Sheila said as she shuffled forward, and then pressed her gagged mouth over
Barbara’s crotch. She could feel the
dampness on her lips, and then her gag was removed as the man said “do it.”
Nodding, she
started to kiss Barbara’s mound, using her tongue to gently lick her as she
felt the gun against her head. Immediately
Barbara began to shake, but Sheila continued, feeling the body squirming over
her mouth as the masked man kept groping and squeezing her chest. As the petals gently opened, she was able to
edge her tongue into Barbara, and heard her muffled squeals as she began to
tease and lick her passage.
Joanna
watched, unable to comprehend what was going on before she let out a long, low
groan as a result of what was happening to her.
Barbara also started to writhe round as she felt the tongue licking,
teasing, and felt the fire growing, the desire rising...
Sheila also
felt damp between her own legs as she realised how aroused she was getting as
well, rubbing her chest on Barbara’s legs as well as she pressed her face in,
and her friend found herself forcing her hips up, sealing the contact as she
started to shake...
When she
came, it was suddenly as she screamed out into the sponge and tape, her whole
body shaking as Sheila was forced to lick all the juices up. Eventually, she collapsed as Sheila was
allowed to shuffle back – and then turn her attentions to Joanna.
She was
vaguely aware of one of the men doing something to Barbara, and then of a low
buzzing sound as she was forced to pleasure Joanna as well, the other woman
coming quickly to a climax as well. Once
Sheila had licked everything up, she watched as one of the other two men pushed
something between Joanna’s legs, the buzzing increasing in volume as her hose
was pulled up, and then she was hogtied on the floor alongside the other three.
She was,
however, very aware of the hands now massaging her own chest, pulling her
cardigan open and groping her breasts, the way they were firming instantly and
how she was pushing her body into the gloved hands. The buzzing as getting louder as well, as all
four of the other captives started to moan.
“Don’t
worry,” the man said as he pushed a sponge into her mouth, and then pressed
brown sticking plaster over it as she felt the expanding material push her
tongue down, “I will be just as good to you.”
Sheila was
past complaining by that point, as she felt the cold air as her dress was cut
away, the air on her firm nipples, her hose been pulled down, and then the
pressure on her chest as the lips gently kissed and caressed her sex. She was lying on the floor now, writhing
round as the two men caressed and kissed her chest, her neck, her clit, the
tongue working in and...
She screamed
and arched her back as the pleasure exploded within her, her screams matched by
the other four for some reason, and then she slumped down. The reason for the buzzing became blindingly
clear as she felt a lozenge slipped inside her, the throbbing making her giddy
again as her hose was pulled up, and then she was rolled over, her ankles
pulled back and secured to her chest ropes.
All five
looked at each other, their bodies glistening with sweat as the man placed a
box in front of them, and a timer. As he
pressed a button on the top, they saw the clock start to tick down from one
hour.
Sheila
started to groan again as she watched them leave through misty eyes, and then
wondered how she was going to explain this – and pray they would not need to
call the police. By the sound of the
sirens, they were busy anyway...
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