The Hen Party
For the
people trying to head away for the weekend, it was a given that the carriages
of the train would be busy. What the
people travelling to Newcastle upon Tyne on a Friday had also come to expect
was a number of groups heading to the city to celebrate upcoming nuptials of
one or other of the group.
Regular
travels also knew what that might involve – drunk men, or even worse for some
of them drunk women. So the foursome at
the table, with the empty cans in front of them, told the story they did not
want to hear. Even if they hadn’t had a
few drinks, the loud talking and laughing would have told the story.
“TO MISSY!”
The friends
toasted the dark haired girl, who shrieked as she raised her bottle of lager
and took a long drink. Missy had short
dark hair, and in just over two weeks time was due to marry Jerry at the local
registry office. Therefore, the hen
party was under way, with her three best friends in attendance. Bobby had long light brown hair pulled back
from her smiling – well, grinning face, while Terri had short black hair. The third girl, Kate, was snoring quietly,
her long light brown hair falling over her face.
“Hey – wake
her up,” Missy said, “she’s missing the fun!”
“Nah - let
her doze,” Terri said, “all the more refreshed for later...”
A few tables
down, they watched the foursome laughing and drinking. They had their own plans for the weekend, and
they were prepared for everything that was going to happen...
“Here we are
– cheap and cheerful,” Missy said as they booked into the city centre
TravelLodge. “Let’s get unpacked, and
then we go and hit the Bigg Market at eight.”
“And get
something to eat,” Bobby said as she rubbed her head.
“Yes, and get
something to eat,” Missy said as she rolled her eyes. “Take your room keys and get going.”
As they
walked to the lifts, they were watched, the person sat in the lobby smiling as
they took out a mobile phone.
“They’re
heading to the rooms – let’s get ready.”
“Okay then –
that’s what we want,” Bobby said as she checked her lipstick in the bathroom
mirror. She adjusted the knot holding
the front of her lace crop top together, her white bra clearly visible under
the brown material, and put a gold braided necklace round her neck.
Walking into
the main part of the room, she stopped and checked her reflection in the
mirror. The over the knee brown leather
boots hugged her legs, the three inch stiletto heels adding to her height,
while the white denim hot pants hugged her part bottom.
“Just right
for the toon,” she giggled to herself as she picked up her purse and walked to
the lifts. As she waited by the doors,
two more women came over and stood next to her – both wearing Chinese cheongsam
style dresses with short black wigs. To
her amusement, Bobby noticed they were also wearing full face masks, with the cheeks
rouged and black lining round the eye slits.
“Going down,”
Bobby said, the two women nodding as the lift doors opened and they walked
in. Bobby turned to face the lift doors,
not noticing as one of the women reached into her handbag. So when the damp cloth was clamped over her
nose and mouth, she inhaled more from shock than habit – her vision and senses
instantly starting to blur as the women held her.
She was dimly
aware of one of them moving her hands behind her, and something holding her
wrists together, before the lift doors opened and she was carried towards a
waiting transit van...
“I don’t care
what the tradition is,” Terri said as she put on her grey jacket, “I’m going to
stay warm.” The jacket covered her blue
denim blouse, with a white t-shirt underneath, while the legs of her new jeans
were tucked into her over the knee tan leather boots.
As she heard
the knock on the door, she called out “just give me a minute,” grabbing her
purse as she opened the door. The last
thing she was expecting to see was a tall woman standing there, wearing a long
black robe over a catsuit, and with a clear plastic mask covering her face.
“I’m sorry,
do you have the right room,” Terri said as she looked at her.
“Oh I think
so,” the woman said, her voice somewhat distorted as she forced Terri back into
her room – helped by the small pistol she was now pointing at the young woman.
“What the
hell...”
“Just shut up
and face the wall,” the masked woman said, as she grabbed Terri’s arm and
turned her round. She was too shocked to
react as her wrists were secured together by a plastic strip, and then she was
turned round. She felt the clear tape
pull at her skin as it was pressed firmly down over her mouth, before the woman
took her by the arm and frogmarched her to the door.
“Whtsgnnnn,”
she finally said as the masked woman opened the door and looked out, then
dragged Terri to the lifts, saying nothing as the doors opened and they stepped
in...
Kate sat on
her bed, pulling up the zip on her black leather boots as she smiled to
herself. That sleep on the train had
been just what she needed, and she was ready for anything.
She stood up,
the hem of her black leather miniskirt falling to barely cover the tops of her
stockings, and brushed some lint from her scoop necked black t-shirt. Striking a pose, she took out her mobile
phone and dialled a number.
“Terri? Ready to go and have some fun?
“Okay then –
I’ll meet you in the lobby,” she said before ending the call, and collecting
her pass card. Putting it in her
handbag, she put the strap over her shoulder and walked down to the lift. She looked round as one or two families went
past, and then stepped into the lift, smiling as it went down to the reception
area.
As she
stepped out, she heard her phone indicate a message had arrived, and walked out
of the lobby onto the walkway. Looking
left and right, she whispered “weird – where are you Terri?”
A second
message appeared, which said “come to the street.” Kate walked down the stairs to where the road
approached a roundabout, looking to the left and right as a van pulled up. She barely had time to react before a woman
wearing a Guy Fawkes mask jumped out, and pushed her into the back of the van,
jumping in after her before the door slammed shut. She saw the other two girls on the floor as
her hands were pulled behind her back, and she was forced to lie face down on
the floor.
Missy stepped
out of the lift, wearing a red sash with “BRIDE-TO-BE” written in gold letters
over her shoulder. Her dress was made of
purple silk, and had a single shoulder strap along with a skirt that came well
above her knees. She was also wearing a
pair of over the knee grey leather boots.
“Where the
hell are you girls,” she said as she looked round. There was a message board by the reception,
and as she looked she saw a folded piece of paper with “MISSY” written on
it. As she took it and opened it, she
read “Missy. We’ve gone on to get the
drinks in – meet us at this pub.”
She looked at
the address, and walked over to the reception desk. “Can you tell me where this pub is please?”
“It’s down by
the quayside pet,” the man standing behind the desk said, “want me to call a
cab?”
“Nah – just
point me in the right direction,” Missy said, looking at a map of the city centre
before she headed off. Ten minutes
later, she was nearing the bottom of Grey Street, looking at the tall Victorian
warehouses and buildings as the night came in.
Rounding a
corner, she was taken by surprise as two women appeared in front of her, wearing
black leather catsuits and Catwomen masks.
“Oh – sorry,”
she said as she tried to step out of the way, only for the two women to move to
block her again.
“How
purrfectly delightful,” one of them said, “a lioness celebrating her last few
days of freedom.”
“How true,”
the second one side, “and yet she has one thing to realise.”
“Look,” Missy
said quietly, “if you will just let me pass, I’m meeting some friends.”
“Oh we know,
little kitten,” the first one said as, to her surprise, they walked either side
of her and hooked their arms under hers, “we’re taking you to them.”
“What the
hell are...”
Missy
suddenly went quiet as she felt the pinprick, and then her eyes started to mist
over, dimly aware of the van that was drawing up alongside and the side door
opening while she was lifted in...
“Missy? Missy for Christ’s sake, wake up!”
Missy groaned
as she tried to move her arms- they felt stiff, and as if lead weights were
holding them down. It was only as she
opened her eyes that she saw Bobby looking at her – and saw her
predicament. The young women was secured
to a metal bedstead that had been propped against a wall, her arms and legs
spread out and her ankles and wrists secured to the metal with plastic strips.
As her eyes
and mind cleared, she looked up and saw she was in a similar position, secured
to a second bedstead in the same way.
“What the... What the hell
happened,” she said as she tried to shake the fogginess out of her head.
“You tell
me,” Bobby said. “I was coming down to
the lobby when these two bints in Chinese clothes came into the lift with me,
they put something over my mouth, and the next thing I know...”
“FUCK,” Missy
shouted as she started to struggle – and suddenly became aware of a funny
feeling between her legs as she did so.
“Missy,
don’t,” Bobby said quietly as she looked down, and Missy saw the rope that had
not only been tied round her waist, but also had been passed between her
legs. Glancing down, she saw the rope
that was hitching the skirt of her own dress up, and she suddenly stopped
moving.
“Who the hell
has done this to us,” she finally said, “and have they got Terri and Kate as
well?”
“I don’t know
– I came round like this, did what you did, and then had to watch as they
brought you in?”
“Who?”
“The two
Chinese bitches. I don’t even know what
time it is – no natural light and no watch.”
Missy looked
around the room – it was bare save for the two bedsteads, and a lone light bulb
was lit in the ceiling. The windows of
the room had been shuttered, and they could both see the heavy metal bar and
padlock holding them closed.
“Ah good –
you’re awake.”
The two girls
looked to the open door and saw the two women in Chinese dresses, the white
masks still covering their faces, standing either side of a third woman. She was dressed in a black roll neck sweater
and tight pants, and a clear plastic mask covered her face, distorting her
features as she looked at them. There
was something familiar about her voice to Missy, but right at the moment one
thing was occupying her mind.
“Who the fuck
are you and what the fuck have you done this to us for?”
“Both really
good questions Missy,” the masked woman said as she walked over, “and I’m sure
you’ll get answers eventually, but not before I have had my fun.”
“Our friends
will know we’ve gone missing,” Bobby called out, “they’ll raise the alarm.”
“Terri and
Kate? Oh I don’t think they’re going to
be raising the alarm for anyone – they have other things to occupy their time
right now,” the masked woman said as she stroked Missy’s cheek with a latex
gloved hand. “Would you like to see
them?”
“What do you
mean?”
The woman
said nothing, but nodded to the two Chinese masked assistants, who walked
quickly over and cut Bobby free from the bedstead. Before she had a chance to do anything else,
one of them held her wrists together behind her back, while the second used
some rope to secure them tightly together, passing it around and between her
arms until they were bound tightly together.
Missy was
then cut loose, her wrists secured behind her back in the same way, before the
two captives were forced to walk out of the room, the rope rubbing on them as
they did so. They found themselves in
the hallway of a house, and as they were marched along and down a staircase
they saw the windows and doors were all covered over.
“There now,”
the clear masked woman said as they walked into a large downstairs room, “I
told you they were occupied.”
“Hseetlrrddnnn,”
Terri said as she looked up from the floor, her cheeks and forehead covered in
sweat. Her arms were folded behind her
back, lengths of rope securing her wrists to her elbows and her forearms
together, while bands of rope held her upper arms to her sides as they went
above and below her chest. Missy could
see the way they had been further tightened by ropes under her arms, and the
bands holding her legs together at her thighs, below her knees and her ankles.
Those ankles
had been pulled back as far as possible, a length of rope holding them to what
she now realised was a rope that ran between Terri’s own legs as well. She could only imagine how it felt, and as
her friend rolled onto her side and she saw the damp patch on her crotch she
knew how right she was. The wide band of
white tape around her head was also holding something in her mouth underneath.
As for Kate,
Bobby was staring at her as she hung from a hook on the ceiling. Literally hung – she had been bound in the
same way as Terri, and just as tightly gagged, but a length of rope had been
attached to the ropes round her chest and her ankles, before it had been placed
over a hook and then a pulley used to lift her several feet above the ground.
She looked at
the other two, her eyes pleading as Missy said “Shit – but why?”
“Oh I’m going
to tell you in a few minutes,” the clear masked woman said as one of the two
women in the Catwoman costumes in, and started to pass a long length of rope
around Bobby’s upper body, securing her arms to her sides as her chest was
forced up and out. “But first, you get
to watch as your friend has some fun.”
“What’s the
matter you fucking bitch – too scared to take me on?”
“Oh hardly,”
the masked woman said as Bobby felt the rope pulled more tightly, rubbing on
her chest as she struggled, “but I want you to be prepared first. Now, stop swearing, or I promise you I will
make you stop.”
“Just try and
doittuuhmmffkngngngdddd!”
Before Bobby
could say anything else, the masked woman took a sponge ball she had been
holding in her hand and pushed it into Bobby’s mouth, nodding to the second
Catwoman as she tore the end free from a roll of white tape and wrapped it
tightly round Bobby’s head to keep her quiet.
“Who the fuck
are you?”
“Oh come on –
you haven’t guessed,” the masked captor said as Bobby was forced to her knees,
ropes tied around her ankles and legs below and above her knees and passed
between her legs to tighten each band, before she was made to lie on the floor,
and her ankles pulled back, rope securing them to her crotch rope as well.
“No
I...” Missy looked hard at the masked
woman, and then gasped as she said “it can’t fucking be...”
“Hold her
arms.”
Missy
continued to stare at the woman as the two Chinese women released her wrists,
and then moved them so that her wrists were up towards her shoulders, the
masked woman using two lengths of cord to secure her wrists to her upper arms
and making sure they were secured there.
She then grimaced as ropes were wrapped around her upper body,
stretching the purple fabric as the bands framed her chest.
While this
was been done, the Catwomen produced pairs of scissors, and to her chock and
horror started to cut away the clothes of her three friends, the ropes now
rubbing on their bras and panties – save for Kate, as Missy realised she had
gone commando.
As the ropes
were pulled tight, and she was made to kneel, Missy stared at the clear masked
woman, and hissed “you had your chance bitch – but I won.”
“Oh you can
have the prick,” the woman said as Missy felt ropes been used to secure her
ankles to her thighs, “this is purely me getting my own back on you. But don’t worry, you won’t have to keep this
a secret.”
“Why the fuck
not,” Missy growled as the shoulder strap of her dress was cut through, and it
was pulled off, the binders making her fall face down on the floor and pull the
dress away before they tied ropes from her ankles to her crotch rope, the band
now rubbing on her black lace panties.
“Because,”
their captor said as she pushed a sponge ball into Missy’s mouth, and the white
tape wrapped tightly round her head, “it’s going to go out live on the
internet. And if you ever, ever reveal
who did this to you, we’ll make sure you never get out of these positions. As it is, we have a little present for all of
you.”
“Whtuuffknnseco,”
Missy mumbled –and then she felt the vibrations as the lozenge was forced
between the crotch rope and her body, hearing the other three give muted
screams as they too had a vibrator pushed against their bodies.
As she felt
the effect on her body, Missy groaned and cursed in equal measure as the woman
removed her mask, her three friends screaming “LLNNNNNNNNNNN!”
“Yeah,”
Missy’s sister Elaine said as she looked at them, “and I won’t be at the
wedding either. Have fun.”
The four
women screamed out as the masked captors left, a mixture of pleasure and fear
in their voices...
“Home again,”
Alex said as she pulled up outside the house in Sidney Grove, making sure she
was parked in a way that did not block the narrow road. “That was a good weekend away Bindy.”
“Yeah,” the
dark haired girl said as she got out, “I hope Elaine had no problem looking
after the house for the weekend.”
“Well, let’s
go in and I’ll put the kettle on,” Alex said as she unlocked the front door of
the house and they walked in, putting their bags on the floor.
“Can you hear
that buzzing noise,” Bindy said.
“Probably my
alarm – you go and open the curtains and I’ll put the kettle on.”
“Okay then,”
Bindy said as Alex walked down to the kitchen, filling the kettle and putting
it on. “Do you want milk with this,” she
called back.
“Bindy?”
Walking back
down the corridor, she saw her friend staring into the front room. “What’s the matter,” she said as she looked
in – and saw the four women there, staring at them as one of them said weakly
“Hllppssplss....”
“I knew your
sister was mad at you,” Kate said as the four women travelled south, “but to do
that to us?”
“Oh don’t
worry,” Missy said as she rubbed her arm, “I’m going to get my own back on
her. I’m just glad she lied about it
going out on the internet.”
“I hope she
did,” Bobby said quietly, “I really hope she did...”
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