The Pyjama Game
“There – now
isn’t it nice to be quiet?”
“Vreefneee,” Clare mumbled as she looked at the masked
woman. She was lying on her back on the
couch in the front room, the shoulder straps of her purple vest top slipping
down her shoulders as the silver tape crinkled over her mouth. Her wrists were pinned together behind her back
with blue washing line, wrapped around and between her arms, while her ankles
were secured in the same way with another length of the nylon cords, tied
tightly over the cuffs of her purple and grey checked pyjama bottoms.
“Now, I
strongly advise you stay right there,” the woman said as she watched Clare her
top slipping down over her bare breasts, “or you may end up like your flatmate
here.”
“Dntdhtthtt,” Sara said as she struggled on the floor. She had been awoken by a noise in the main
room, getting up and putting a purple hooded top on over her bare upper body
before she walked in – and then felt the gloved hand over her mouth, and the
gun against her back.
The intruder
had used tape on her as well – securing her wrists together behind her back,
and then wrapping tape round her waist to lock them against her back. She then made her sit on the floor of the
main room, and taped her legs together above her knees and round her ankles,
her light grey pyjama bottoms with the darker polka dots stretched
underneath. Her feet were also taped
together, and strips of the tape covered her mouth, preventing her warning
Clare from the danger when she had come in.
Both women
watched as the masked intruder left them, struggling, trying to call for help
as they started to sweat, before Clare looked over at Sara.
“Hhhhsshh?”
“Hdhntlnhhh – hrruhllrht?”
Clare nodded as
she saw Sara’s top opening up, revealing her bare breasts, and then glanced
down to see her own top had slipped down as well.
“Hmmhhssnsss.”
Clare looked
over at Sara, who had closed her eyes as she wriggled round on the floor, and
then slipped herself off the couch, pushing herself over and then lying in
front of Sara as they looked at each other, and then pressed their taped lips
together as they wriggled round.
From the
doorway, the masked woman watched, and then slipped away…
“Oh my god, how did you hear about
that?”
“Oh, Sara is a friend of a colleague at
work. They apparently are very close
together now. At any rate, what do you
think?”
“Well, it seems obvious – if a burglar
finds someone in, they stop them raising the alarm, even if they are in their
pyjamas.”
“Yeah – mind you, I heard about another
woman who felt differently…”
“Yeah, I guess
you are a diva at that.”
“Fuck you,”
Rhea said as she felt the man yank the rope tight between her arms, locking her
wrists together even more. She had
planned a quiet night in, and changed into her pyjamas – and yes, they did have
‘DIVA’ printed on them, but that was a coincidence. The top had a white body and pink sleeves,
the bottoms a dusky cream with the word framed by pinked strips all over them.
Sadly, she had not
checked the back door was closed – which was how he had come in, bold as brass,
and made her sit on the couch while he bound her wrists together behind her
back. But worse, he was now forcing her
arms together at her elbows, making it even more difficult for her to move.
As he pulled
the rope between her arms, she could feel his breath on her neck – and then he
wrapped more white rope round her body, forcing her rms against her back as the
bands sat above and below her small chest.
“What do you
want,” she said quietly as she wriggled round, looking at the man as he bushed
her long blonde hair back from her head.
“Right now, to
make sure you stay here,” he said as she knelt down and lifted her ankles onto
his leg, taking more rope and tying her wrists tightly together with more rope,
and then securing her legs together above her knees before he let her feet fall
to the floor again.
“Look, if it’s money
you want…”
“That
helps. But I need to do something else
first.”
“What – what coudlyouphsssblelenhhhh,” Rhea mumbled as he pushed a
folded white cloth into her mouth, and then pulled a thin strip of the same
cloth between her lips, pulling the corners of her mouth back as she sat there.
“Now then” he
whispered as he looked at her, the cloth going dark at the corners, about that
money…”
“Whyhbhhhtt,” she mumbled as she looked at me, and then felt
his hands on her chest.
“Perhaps
later…”
“Oh my god – did he…”
“No, he didn’t go all the way, is what I
heard – he just groped her, and then robbed her.”
“But how did you hear about this?”
“Oh, I have some friends of friends of
friends… Did you hear about your
neighbours?”
“The Harson
girls? Yeah, I heard about that…”
“Please, don’t
hurt us…”
“Then do as I
say,” the masked woman said as she looked at the dark haired girl, “Kneel in front
of the bed, and put your hands behind your back.”
Tina looked at
her sister, who nodded as she slowly knelt down, the masked woman taking her hands
behind her and securing them together with white rope. Tracy was a year younger, and wearing a pair
of white pyjamas with red hearts printed on them. But she was struggling, the bands of rope
above and below her chest rubbing on them as her pyjama top was stretched,
while her ankles were bound as well, her legs below her knees, her hands behind
her back.
“Why are you
doing this,” Tracy said as she watched the woman binding Tina’s wrists together
behind her back. She was dressed in
black, a balaclava over her head, her gloved hands working quickly to bind
Tina’s wrists, and then take a longer length of rope around her arms and body,
pulling them into her sides under her chest.
Her pyjamas were red with white polka dots, pink cuffs at her elbows and
ankles. She gasped as the rope was
pulled tighter framing her chest and pressing it down and out as the masked
woman bound them, and then fed the rope under one arm, up and around the back
of her neck, and under the other arm.
“that hurts,”
Tina growled as she felt the gloved hands securing the rope at her back.
“Tough – you,
sit up, let your sister sit next to you.”
Tracy nodded as
she managed to sit up and against the wall, watching as Tina was helped to sit
next to her, the masked woman taking more rope and binding her ankles and legs
tightly together. She tried to wriggle
round, as Tina said “what now?”
“Now, tell me were your pretty things are – and then I keep you
quiet.” She held up a roll of red tape,
as the two sisters looked at each other.
Tracy nodded, as she said “that cupboard – over there.”
“Very nice –
now, lips together…”
“They were left on the bed, red tape
over their mouth and face, as the masked woman took all their jewellery. I must confess, I did wonder if they did
something else after…”
“Like what - kiss each other? They’re sisters for goodness sake.”
“True – but I do wonder how it must feel
to be like that?”
“I’d be terrified…”
“Please, don’t
hurt me…”
Anna was
starting to cry as she felt the rope around her waist, fixing her bound wrists
to her back as she stood in her bedroom.
“Shut up, and
stand still,” the masked intruder said as the rope was passed round her body,
pulling her arms to her sides and her pyjama top across her chest as it was
taken above and below her chest. The
brunette was wearing dusky pink pyjamas with a little cherry pattern, the
darker pink obverse side just visible as the top opened slightly. The rope rubbed on her chest, making her both
afraid and strangely excited as the intruder pulled tighter and secured them
behind her, and then passed the rope under one arm, up and around the back of
her neck, and under the other arm.
“Why are you
doing this?”
“Because I want
to,” the intruder purred as she pulled the rope tighter, and then reached
round, caressing Anna’s chest in her gloved hands as the captive sent out a
soft moan, and whispered “no, please, don’t…”
“Why, is it
unpleasant?”
“No – but
please…”
“then I will
continue,” the intruder said as Anna closed her eyes, wondering why she wanted
it to continue. When they stopped, she opened
her eyes again as she was pushed onto the bed, sitting up as more white rope
was tied round her ankles, around and between her legs, holding them together
at the foot of the bed next to the wooden bar.
“I don’t
understand what you want,” Anna whispered as the ropes were tied off, and then
they started to secure her legs above her knees.
“Oh you will,”
was the response as her legs were secured together, and then a folded pair of
panties was held in front of her mouth. Taking
a deep breath, she opened her mouth as the panties were pushed in, before a
strip of blue cloth was pulled between her lips and tied tightly round her
neck.
“Now then,” the
intruder said as they looked at Anna, “let’s have some fun.” Anna watched as they put their lips over her
big toe and started to suck, wondering why it felt so good…
“Good lord – are all burglars perverts
as well?”
“I don’t know – I imagine they find it
exciting, and perhaps they think the person they are robbing find it exciting
as well. People are strange, after all…”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you
mean?”
Fiona struggled
as the masked robber bound her wrists tightly together behind her back with
white rope, making sure the rope went around and between her arms. She had just gone to her bedroom, wearing her
brown leopard print pyjamas, and found the intruder there, the smile on their
lips as they made her turn round and put her hands behind her back.
“I’m here to
have fun, and you will have fun as well,” they replied as the rope was pulled tighter,
and secured, “now, sit against the wall.”
Fiona turned
round, seeing the gun in their hand, and nodded as she sat on the floor, watching
as the gun was put down within reach, and then the masked robber took more rope,
doubling it over and kneeling at her feet as they started to bind her ankles
together, the cuffs of her bottoms flaring out under the bands of rope.
She watched as her
ankles were secured together, before the intruder took a thinner length of
cord, and bound her big toes together.
“but – why do that?”
“Because I want
to, any other questions,” they said as they stood up and walked to her chest of
drawers, taking a pair of white panties out and folding them into a pad.
“No – please
don’t…”
“Would you
rather I used that dirty pair on the floor?”
Fiona shook her
head as they knelt next to her, and said “then open wide.”
She tried not
to choke as the panties were pushed into her mouth, and then she heard a soft
ripping sound as thin black electrical tape was wound tightly round her head,
sitting between her lips as her long red-brown hair fell over her shoulders.
“there – nice
and quiet,” the intruder said as they stood up, Anna struggling and then
staring as they returned from the bathroom with her electric toothbrush. She wondered what she was going to do with
that – and then closed her eyes, trying not to laugh as the toothbrush was
switched on and run over the bare soles of her feet.
Fiona wriggled
and squirmed – and then the toothbrush was taken up her legs, and between her
legs at her crotch…
“Oh… My…. GOD! How do you know these things…? Hold on, you never said it was a man or a
woman… And how did you know about the Harson girls having their jewellery in their wardrobe? I knew because they told me, but… That means…”
“Oh dear – I did rather give myself
away, didn’t I? No, let me tell you
another story while you put those pretty hands in the air…”
“You’re going
to tie us both up?”
Hannah and
Lesley looked at the masked woman as she slowly nodded, and held some lengths
of white rope up in her gloved hands. Both
women had dark hair, Lesley wearing a white vest top and blue pyjama bottoms
with a cow print on them, Hannah a pair of peach coloured silk pyjamas with a
black print.
“Now then, why
don’t you both kneel down in front of that fine couch,” she said with a smile,
“heads on the seat, hands behind your back.”
The woman was dressed in black, a balaclava over her head, over the knee
leather boots with a black catsuit.
“Just don’t
hurt us,” Lesley said as she put her hands behind her back, looking at Hannah
as she felt the masked woman crossing her wrists, and then the white rope as it
was pulled tightly round them. She could
feel it getting tighter with each ass, and then the rope as it went between her
arms as well.
“I don’t
understand, why us,” Hannah said as the masked woman went to her back, securing
her wrists together with her palms together, making sure they were tightly
bound as well, before she bound the ankles of each of the women together in the
same way.
“You,” she said
as she put her hand on Hannah’s shoulder, “lie on the couch, you lie on the
floor after I do this.”
“Do whthhhtthhnhhh,” Hannah mumbled as a rolled up red bandana
with a white print was pulled between her lips, tied round her head as she
looked over at Lesley, watching as she was gagged in the same way, and then
pushing herself onto the couch. She
watched as Lesley lay on the floor, the masked woman tying her legs together
below her knees, and then doing the same to her, before the two of them watched
her leave the room. They started to
struggle in their bands, sweating slightly as they tried to get free…
“I swear, Miranda, I won’t say
anything…”
She grunted as her flatmate secured the
white rope around her ankles as she sat on her bed, wearing a pink nightdress
with a Betty Boop print on it. Her wrists were already tied together behind
her back by the blue haired woman, who sat in her black dress.
“I know you won’t say anything,” Miranda
smiled as she rolled a white cloth, then pulled it between her lips, smiling as
she tied it round her head and kept the blonde hair out of the way, “I know…”
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