Charity Auction
“Well,” Anna
said to herself as she drove up the single carriageway road, “at least it’s a
warm sunny day to make this drive on.”
It was a bank
holiday weekend, and she had been invited by her friend Coleen to come to the
cottage with three other mutual friends for a weekend of, as she put it,
“chocolate, drinks and no men.” Given Coleen was seven months pregnant, Anna
knew she would not be the one drinking, but that was all right. She was sure the other four would catch up.
She
eventually pulled up outside the large cottage, smiling as she saw Coleen look
out. She was wearing a black and white
smock top covering her leggings, the bmp clearly visible, and smiled as they
embraced.
“Come on in,”
Coleen said as she looked at her dark haired friend. “The others are inside.”
As Anna
walked into the main room, she saw Brenda sitting in a comfortable armchair,
her light brown hair falling loosely and a pair of glasses perched on her nose. On a two seater couch were Carly and Orlagh,
Orlagh’s red hair betraying her Irish roots.
Carly was the
oldest of the group – in her late thirties, she was divorced, while the other
three were single. Which, of course, led
to the important question of the weekend.
“Where is
he?”
“The
hubby? Spending one of his last weekends
of freedom with the boys,” Coleen said with a smile. “This is a ladies only weekend, so let’s kick
back and have fun. Who wants to open the
first bottle?”
When Anna
came down the stairs the next morning, and walked into the kitchen, she saw
Coleen sitting at the table. The
pregnant mother-to-be was wearing a long blue dress, with a ribbon tied above
the bump and a skirt that came to just above her knees, blue tights and knee
length brown suede boots. Her red-brown
hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail.
“Hey,” Coleen
said as she looked up, “fresh coffee in the pot.”
“Thanks,”
Anna said as she went and poured herself a cup.
She had her black hair held back, and had put on a knee length black
dress with a round neckline, black tights and long black felt boots. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Junior’s
kicking,” Coleen said as she held her back.
As Anna looked at the clock, she saw it was nearly eleven.
“I thought we
could all go out to the local pub, have a long lunch, and then head back here,”
she said as she stood up, “I’ll drive so that you can all have a drink.”
“Sounds fun,”
Brenda said as she came in, putting her glasses on and adjusting her own
ponytail. She was wearing a white
sweater and a green knee length skirt with a brown belt, blue wool tights and
straight tan leather boots. Pouring
herself the last of the coffee, she started a fresh pot and then sat down.
“It’s a
beautiful day out there, so I hope this place has a large garden,” she said
with a smile.
“What place?”
“Local pub I
know of for a long lunch,” Coleen said as Carly came in. She was wearing a blue v-necked sweater over
a white t-shirt, and a knee length skirt with a travel label pattern on it. She was also the only one not wearing tights
or boots, settling instead for a pair of cream coloured sandals.
“Long lunch,
excellent,” she said as she poured a mug from the fresh pot.
“Where’s
Orlagh,” Coleen asked.
“She was in
the shower when I was dressing,” Carly said, then smiled as the red haired
Irish woman came in. She was wearing a
blue sweater with a thin cream belt, a cream coloured short skirt, dark tights
and knee length black suede boots.
“So,” she
said in her soft accent as she poured herself a coffee, “what’s on the cards
for today?”
“Finish this coffee,”
Coleen said, “then get any jackets and coats on.”
Thirty
minutes later the five women headed out.
Anan had out on a grey jacket that was more of a shrug in the length,
while Brenda had on a denim jacket with the cuffs and collar turned down. Orlagh had put on a cardigan that matched her
jumper, and wrapped a large blue patterned scarf around her neck.
The five
women got into the car, driving off as from a nearby hill a pair of eyes
followed them through binoculars.
“Okay – the
house is empty. Make the preparations.”
“Now that is
how to spend a Saturday afternoon,” Orlagh said as they returned a few hours
later.
“Very much
so,” Carly said as Coleen came to a stop outside the house, and the five women
got out. As Coleen locked the car, Anna
said “I’m going to sit out the back.
Anyone want to join me?”
“I’ll come
out,” Brenda said as she walked round the side of the house.
“Anyone for
coffee?”
“I’ll join
you,” Carly said as the other three went into the house.
“I’m just
going up to the toilet,” Orlagh said as she went back up the stairs, stepping
into the toilet and closing the door behind herself.
A few moments
later, she came back out, turning to close the door as she heard the toilet
flush. It came as a total surprise to
her when she was grabbed from behind, and a latex gloved hand clamped over her
mouth.
“Whattehhhllllhssthrrr,”
she mumbled as she was pulled backwards into her room, and then pushed onto the
bed, her face buried in the covers as she felt one pair of strong hands holding
her shoulders down, and a second pair of hands pulling her wrists behind her
back.
Orlagh tried
to struggle, but whoever it was was too strong for her, as she felt and heard a
plastic zip tie been used to secure her wrists together. A second one was then used to pull her arms
together, making her elbows touch as she screamed into the bed covers and
mattress.
“Shut up or
we will make you shut up,” she heard one of the men say as another zip tie was
used to secure her legs together below her knees, and then her ankles.
As she was
allowed to raise her head, she tried to scream – only for one of the men to
pull her scarf up and between her teeth.
She felt the band pressing in on her cheeks as it was pulled tightly
back and around her head, and then the ends secured at the base of her neck.
The last
thing she saw was the black hood as it was pulled over her head and secured
loosely around her neck, before she was carried out of the room.
“That is good
coffee,” Carly said as she sat in the front room with Coleen, the door closed
to the hallway.
“Yeah – a
special blend,” Coleen said with a smile.
“I picked it up in a local market at home.”
“So what are
you doing for your maternity leave?”
“I leave in a
couple of weeks time – the firm is incredibly good about it, told me they would
cover a year at full pay.”
“Well
that’s... That’s a good thing...” Carly slowly started to yawn as she put her
mug down. “That wine at lunch must have
been stronger than I thought Coleen.
“Coleen?”
As she looked
over, she saw Coleen asleep in the chair, her empty mug hanging in her
hand. “OH – she must be tiredsswlll”
Carly said as her eyes closed, her head falling to the side.
The door to
the hallway opened, and two men came in, wearing black overalls and latex
gloves. One of them was carrying a bag,
which he put down on the coffee table and opened. Taking two lengths of cord out, he handed one
to the second man, each of them crossing the wrists of one of them in front of
their laps and then binding them tightly together.
Two more
lengths of rope, and each man knelt on the floor, crossing their ankles and
securing them tightly together. More
rope was produced and used to secure their legs together below their knees,
care taken to ensure the rope was passed between their legs to make the binding
tight.
Standing up,
the second man produced form his pocket a roll of white medical tape. He tore off a strip, then handed the roll to
his partner before pressing the tape firmly over Coleen’s mouth. As the second man gagged Carly, a black hood
was placed over Coleen’s head, and then Carly’s, before the door was opened and
they carried Coleen out between them...
“I wonder
what they’re up to inside,” Anna said as she looked at Brenda.
“Not sure –
want to go in and find out?”
“Why not,”
Brenda said as she stood up and stretched, “it’s getting a bit cold out here
anyway.”
Anna nodded
as they got up from the bench and walked into the house, closing the door behind
themselves and making their way through the kitchen.
“Hey Coleen –
you guys want a drink?”
When there
was no reply, Brenda looked in the front room.
“Two coffee
mugs, no Coleen or Carly – or Orlagh for that matter. Want me to look upstairs for them Anna.
“Anna?”
She turned
round to see Anna looking at her, and a tall man dressed in black behind her,
smiling as he said “not a sound – walk into the room, sit down, and put your
hands on your heads.”
“Who the hell
are...”
“If you want
to see your three friends again,” another man said behind her, “do as my friend
says – go in there, sit down, and put your hands on your head.”
Nodding, Anna
slowly walked in as Brenda was made to follow her, both women sitting down as
they placed their hands on their heads.
“What is this
– a robbery,” Anna asked in a quiet voice, “and where are our friends?”
“You’ll see
them soon enough – both of you, feet up on the coffee table, ankles crossed.”
Anna and
Brenda looked at each other before they did as the man had ordered, watching as
the second man produced a roll of silver tape and secured their ankles together
in a band. He then taped their legs
together below their knees, the band sitting on top of their boots as they
watched.
“Look, if you
want our purses, they are...”
“Lean
forward,” the man said quietly, “and put your hands behind your back.”
“We won’t try
and stop you,” Brenda said – and then she felt the firm grip on her shoulder as
the man said “I will not ask twice. Lean
forward, and put your hands behind your back.”
The two women
very slowly moved their hands behind their backs, feeling the tape as it pulled
on their skin while the second man wrapped it tightly round their wrists to
secure them together. He then wrapped it
around their bodies, forming two bands above and below their chests, their arms
almost fused into their sides.
“Look, we’re
just staying here on holiday,” Anna said, “all we have here are our purses...”
“Talking of
which – purse your lips.”
“Why? Whtrrummgdddd!”
Brenda had to
control her breathing as the silver tape was pressed down firmly over her
mouth, trying not to panic as she watched Anna having her mouth covered in the
same way as her. She saw the silver tape
crinkle over her friend’s mouth as she tried to talk – and then the darkness as
a hood was pulled down over her head.
She heard
Anna call out in a muted fashion, and then she was picked up, her chin hitting
the back of one of the men as she was carried out of his house. She had no idea what was happening, save that
she was eventually put down on a cold floor, and she heard Anna next to her.
No – not just
Anna. There was at least one other
person there, but as she felt whatever they were on here move she concentrated
on keeping herself calm.
“Carly? Carly, wake up!”
Carly slowly
opened her eyes, trying to ignore the pounding headache as she allowed them to
focus. She was lying on a long black
leather couch, and as she looked to her side she saw Coleen sitting there, her
eyes wide in panic.
“Coleen? What the hell was in...”
She slowly
sat up and looked round, before she said “where are we?”
“I don’t know
– I fell asleep in the front room of the house, and I woke up a few minutes ago
here.”
The two women
looked round the room, which was bare apart from the two couches they were
sitting on. The room was lit by a bright
white bulb, but there were no windows – and as Carly slowly walked over to the
door, she saw there was no handle.
“Fuck,” she
said quietly, “have we been kidnapped or something?”
Before Coleen
could say anything, a bolt was pulled back, and the door opened as three people
came in. One man was dressed in brown,
and both women noticed the handgun that he was carrying. The second man was well dressed – a tall,
well built African in a tailored suit, white shirt and patterned silk tie,
while his black shoes were highly polished.
The third person was a woman, wearing a white jumper and slacks, and
carrying in one hand a garment bag, and in the other a pair of black high
heels.
“Welcome,”
the African man said, “take her to the next room for preparation.”
“Who are
you,” Coleen cried out as she was taken by the arm, “what do you think you are
doing?”
“You will
see,” the dark skinned man said as Carly watched while Coleen was frogmarched
out of the room.
“And what
about me?”
“You,” the
man said, “are going to put on the outfit this woman is holding. You will not give her any trouble, or there
will be consequences.”
Carly stared
at the man, before she slowly nodded.
“Good – knock
when you are ready,” he said as he walked out, the door locking behind him.
“Do as he
says,” the woman said as she laid the clothes bag on one of the couches. “George is not a violent man, but it is best
to do as he says.”
“George? What is this place?”
“You will see
soon – please, change.”
Carly slowly
slipped her cardigan and jumper off, and then pulled her skirt down, before she
sat down on the spare couch and removed her shoes.
“Your
underwear as well.”
“I really
don’t have a choice in this, do I?”
The woman
shook her head as Carly unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down, before
the woman opened the clothes bag, and handed Carly a black cocktail dress. It was strapless, and as she was helped to
put it on the bodice pushed her chest up and out.
“Not put on
the shoes,” the woman said, Carly nodding as she sat down and strapped the high
heels to her feet. As she stood up, she
took a moment to get her balance as the woman knocked on the door.
The man in
brown came back in, Carly shocked to see two sets of manacles in his
hands. He wasted no time in fastening
one set around her wrists, and then the second set around her ankles, with a
chain linking the two sets together.
“Open your
mouth.”
Carly
swallowed hard, beginning to realise what was happening as a leather panel was
pressed on her face, the rubber bung going between her teeth as it was fastened
around her head with thick leather straps.
“Hmggdddstyhssaslvcshn?”
“I am afraid
so – if it is any comfort, it is for a charity,” the woman said as Carly was
made to shuffle out of the room, along a corridor and then onto what resembled
a large convention hall. The floor was
covered with a number of tableaus, and Carly could see various women in various
forms of restraint populating those tableaus.
“CRRLELELEEEEE!”
She looked
over to see Anna and Brenda wearing bikinis, and lying on sun loungers – but
their arms were taped down to the armrests, their ankles and legs secured with
tape, and tape covering their mouths.
On another
tableau, she saw Orlagh dressed as an Irish maiden of the nineteenth century –
a lowing skirt with a white blouse and waistcoat, and black ankle boots. She was fixed into an old fashioned set of
stocks, a scold’s bridle fastened around her head.
For her part,
Carla was led to a scene like a dining room, and made to sit down, watching as
various teams in brown and white seemed to be making final arrangements. She sat still, noticing the armed guards in
brown, and wondering when someone would speak.
“Ladies.”
She looked
over as she saw the man called George stand in the middle.
“Welcome, all
of you, to Objects of Beauty, and to tonight’s charity auction. All proceeds tonight will go to support the
families of those who, for whatever reason, are unable to provide for their
families through their work, and you should be honoured to be a part of
tonight’s events.”
“HMFKNNGGDDNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
Similar
screams went round the room, as George said “the guests will start viewing in a
few minutes. Enjoy the evening ladies.”
He walked out
of the area as Carly looked round, one thing in mind.
Where was
Coleen?
“A truly magnificent
evening I think, George,” the grey haired man said as George came and joined
him in the reception.
“We have
standards to maintain Dave – but my thanks to eSlave for helping with procurement.”
“Glad to help
our old employers,” Dave said with a smile as a young couple came over. “Coleen – I hear you helped gather the last
exhibits.”
“I did,”
Coleen said with a smile as she sipped her water, “all four had been carefully
cultivated over the last year, for this very purpose.”
“One of our
operating principles – we take a long term view,” her husband said as he joined
them.
“It’s time,”
George said, indicating the doors could be opened as the guests walked in to
view the exhibits.
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