The White Stuff
“Oh oh oh oh
– the right stuff…”
Astrid smiled
to herself as she listened to the radio, while tidying the bedrooms and making
sure things were put away. Although she
was in her late fifties, she was a slim woman, with light red hair that fell in
soft waves down her head. She also liked
to dress in a way that showed off her figure, in the case of today wearing a
white round necked top with short sleeves, old faded blue denim jeans, and a
pair of tight white stack heeled leather boots that came over her jeans and her
knees.
She smiled as
she stood up and removed her yellow rubber gloves, knowing the work was done,
and now she could go and have that well-earned beer. The girls would be home soon, and then they
could…
She heard the
footfall on the stairs, and called out “That one of you girls? I thought you weren’t going to be back
early?”
There was no
answer, as Astrid walked to the door and said “girls?”
“No – not
really.”
She looked at the
two young men in the hallway, wearing woollen hats, leather jackets, jeans,
trainers and leather gloves, and started to laugh as she said “oh my god – are
you collecting or something? And how did
you get in?”
“Your front
door was open,” the other man said, “so we came in, isn’t that right Ernie?”
“That’s right
Bert,” the other man said, “and now I guess we’re going to have make sure you
can’t get in our way.”
“Oh – and how
are you going to do that?”
“We could knock
her out Ernie?”
“But where is
the fun in that Bert? No, we’re going to
make sure this lovely lady stays out of the way, and gets to enjoy
herself. You going to let us play,
lady?”
“You think you
can keep my out of the way? Want to show
me how?”
“Some rope
please Ernie.”
“Sure Bert,”
the man said as he went into the carrier bag he had in his hand, and passed a
length of white rope to Bert. He walked
behind Astrid and doubled the rope over, before he passed it round her arms and
pulled them together, the woman gasping as her elbows touched and her top was
stretched over her forced out chest.
“That’s –
different,” she gasped as he took the rope between her arms, tightening the
band and its hold, and then tied it off, before he secured her wrists together
on the same way.
“Now, any comments
before we continue Ernie?”
“Fine work,
Bert – good and tight.”
“the binding or
my top,” Astrid said as she looked at them.
“Yes – the
chest ropes Bert?”
“Of course,
Ernie,” she heard the second intruder say, as rope was passed around her body,
in several bands neatly stacked, forming her chest as her arms were pinned
against her back. Bert then pulled them
together behind her, and passed the rope over one shoulder, under the lower
band between her breasts, and back over the other shoulder.
Astrid squirmed
round, her top threatening to slip down as she did so, and whispered “oh my…”
“Quite a
different sensation, isn’t it? Now –
shall we go to your bedroom?”
“Why?”
“We said we’d
leave you to enjoy yourself,” Ernie said, “and somewhere out of the way. Your bed seems fair – so let’s go.”
“Fair enough,”
Astrid said as she walked along, surprised she was so cool about this – maybe
it was the way the ropes were rubbing on her that made her feel this was
different. They certainly made her feel
different…
“Here we are,”
she said as they walked in, Bert and Ernie whistling as they looked round.
“Nice room –
now, stand still for a moment please.”
“Why – what are
yoouuuuuuuuohhhhmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…” Astrid was taken by surprise as Ernie tied a
length of rope between her breasts, bringing the bands even closer together,
and let it drop to the floor as he walked round. She felt his hand between her legs, but
before she could say anything he had pulled the rope up and against her crotch,
making her feel even stranger as he tied the ends to her elbows.
“why… What…”
“Walk to the
bed and lie down,” Ernie said, the two men watching as Astrid slowly walked
over and lay down, trying not to let the way the rope moved between her legs
get to her – and failing miserably as she watched the two men securing her
ankles together, then her legs below her knees, and her thighs, their hands
stroking her legs as they took the rope between them at each band.
“Oh my lord,”
she said as she tried to move her legs, the leather squeaking as her boots
rubbed together and the ropes rubbed on them, the rope between her legs rubbing
on her. She was helpless – and as the
men rolled her onto her side, and pulled her ankles back, it got more difficult
as they secured the bound limbs to the rope between her legs.
“now then,”
Bert said, “how shall we…” They all
stopped as they heard the front door open and close, Ernie pressing his hand
firmly over Astrid’s mouth as Bert picked up something from the bag of ropes,
and slipped out of the room…
“Mum?”
Cindy looked
round as she called out, but there was no response, as she went to the kitchen
and poured a glass of water for herself.
The brunette took a drink, and then unfastened the wide brown leather belt
that was round her waist, removing that and the leopard print coat to reveal
her matching minidress, the outfit completed by knee
length white boots with a three inch stiletto heel.
“Wonder where
she is,” she whispered to herself as she turned round – and saw the man
standing there, smiling as he held a roll of white tape in one hand, and a
knife in the other.
“Hi there – I’m
Bert, and you’re going to keep quiet and do what I say, aren’t you?”
“Uhhhh….”
“Good start,”
Bert said as he took Cindy by the arm, and walked her into the front room. “Keep going – lie face down on the couch, and
put your hands behind your back. We need
to keep you out of the way.”
“What the hell
do you – OW!” Cindy yelped as he crossed
and started to tape her wrists together, making sure they were well secured,
before he did the same to her booted ankles.
“If that hurt,
I’m sorry, but do not callout again, or you will regret it,” Bert said quietly
as he taped her legs together below her knees and around her thighs. He then made her sit up, and taped her arms
to her sides, the two white bands prominent as they framed her chest.
“Where’s my
mother,” Cindy almost spat out as she looked at Bert.
“With my friend
upstairs,” the man replied as he looked at her, her breasts heaving as she
stared back. “What is it about this
family and white boots?”
“What do
you…” Cindy was shocked into silence as
Bert pushed her onto her side, and then covered her mouth in white tape,
pressing his gloved hand firmly over that.
She wondered what was going on, and then she heard the front door open
and close, as a younger woman walked up the staircase…
“Another day of
educational fun done,” Emma said as she threw her bag onto her bed. The seventeen year old took off her denim
jacket, revealing her purple vest top held up by a collar of black beads. She was also wearing a denim skirt, frayed at
the edge, with a white belt loosely fastened round her waist, and like the rest
of her family a pair of knee length white leather boots, in her case with a
stacked sole and heel.
Sitting on her
bed, she fished her mobile phone out of her bag and started to look through the
messages, smiling as she read them.
“Are they all
funny?”
She looked up
to see Ernie standing in the doorway, smiling as he pointed a gun at her. “Hello – no screaming please. I have your mother secured in her bedroom,
and another woman downstairs.”
“Aunt
Cindy. Oh my god…”
“So, I suggest
you get comfortable – on the bed – and you place your hands together in solemn
prayer.”
“Now why would
I do that?”
“Because,”
Ernie said as he took some rope from the bag, “I’m going to tie you up. So please, do as I say, and save time and
pain for yourself.”
Emma looked at
Ernie, and then moved her bag to one side.
“I guess my college assignments can wait – if you put the radio on,” she
said as she lay with her head on her pillows, and put her hands together, palm
to palm, and held them in the air.
“I think that
can be arranged,” Ernie said as he doubled the rope over, and secured Emma’s
wrists firmly together, taking the rope around and between her slim arms before
he tied it off, and raised her hands above her head, the girl watching as he
tied them to the headboard.
“Well, I’m stuck
here now,” Emma said as she twisted round, “you can do anything to me and I
won’t be able to stop you.”
“Oh – and what
are you afraid I would do?”
“I don’t know –
gag me with my own panties?”
Ernie stopped
and looked at Emma, as she giggled and said “I’m sorry – I just always
wondered…”
“Your wish is
my command,” Ernie said, Emma giggling as he reached under her skirt and pulled
her blue panties down, folding them into a pad as she said “oh wow – anything
else you can do to make this more fun?”
“I have an idea
– but enough talking. Open wide now.”
Emma nodded as
she tasted the silk on her tongue, Ernie pushing the pad in and waiting as she
closed her lips over it. She then saw a
second man standing in the doorway.
“Bert – do you
have the tape?”
He nodded as he
threw a roll of white tape at Ernie, Emma watching as he tore several strips
off and pressed them firmly over her mouth and chin. Tossing the roll back, she watched Bert walk
away, as Ernie took more rope and tied it round her left ankle.
“Hmmmsdffrrntt,” she mumbled, the silk blocking the noise
and the tape preventing her lips moving, as he pulled her ankle to the side,
and secured it to the bottom of the bed.
Her other ankle was soon secured in the same way, before Ernie left the
room, returning with….
“Ettffbrsshhh?”
“An electric
toothbrush,” Ernie said as he switched it on, and moved the hem of her vest top
up, before he started to run it over her bare midriff, Emma giggling as she
tried – and failed – to move out of the way.
In her bedroom,
Astrid could hear her daughter, but she was unable to move – well, that was not
quite true, as she moved her legs so that the rope moved between her legs, the
dampness making it even more pleasurable, her own scarf and the tape keeping her
moans as quiet as possible…
“Ah Bert – did
you find everything?”
“I did Ernie –
and this as well. Want to use it?” He threw a small white lozenge at Ernie, who smiled
as he looked at Emma.
“Whtsssttt?”
“Pleasure,” he
said as he switched it on, and then slipped his hand under her skirt, Emma’s
eyes widening as he slipped the vibrator into her, and then left the room with
the second man.
“What about the
other woman?”
Bert nodded as
he slipped into the front room, Ernie watching as he walked to the struggling
Cindy and slipped another vibrator into her panties, the older woman wriggling
and groaning at the same time.
Shaking the
bag, Ernie said “nice haul – and we left the women of the house happy. A good day in my book – let’s go…”
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