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The crowd was mingling round the
display hall, the men dressed in dinner jackets, their bowties perfectly tied
around the neck of their crisp white shirts, the women wearing gowns and
jewels.
The tall African man who entered with
the smartly dressed couple smiled as he chatted with some of the guests, before
he said “Why don’t we have a look at some of the exhibits tonight, it will give
an idea of what the audience can expect later.”
As his guests nodded, they stood in
front of a stage area set up to look like a room, with two comfortable
chairs. The two young girls sat in the
chairs stared at them over the cloths covering their mouths, their wrists
secured in front of them with a rope that then went down between their legs,
pushing the long skirts in, and then was tied round their ankles.
“A fifties family scene?”
“Exactly,” the dark skinned man said,
“these ladies were procured as a pair, a week ago...”
Portia DeCleur stepped out from her Chelsea flat, looking round as
she placed the wide brimmed hat over her head.
She was wearing a white Fair Isle jumper over a blue checked blouse, her
dark hair falling over her shoulders, as well as some designer faded jeans and
knee length tan leather riding boots. A
set of earls sat round her neck, as she walked quickly down the road and
towards the exclusive wine bar.
As she walked
in, a tall, think blonde waved to her and said “Portia – over here.”
“Hello
Binky,” she said as she walked over, the girls kissing each other on the cheek
before they sat down. Binky Beauford was also wearing a set of pearls, hers around her
bare neck on top of a jumper with brown sleeves, a tweed style body and a
curved false collar. She was also
wearing olive green pants, and high heeled brown sandals.
“So what has
that idiot Jimmy done to you now,” Portia said as she sat down, and Binky
poured her a glass of wine.
“Oh it is too
horrible to tell,” Binky replied, before she proceeded to explain in great
detail what had happened...
“I know what
you need to take your mind off him,” Binky said as she and Portia made their
way along Kensington High Street, “some retail therapy. There’s a new boutique opened down here that
I hear has some wonderful vintage clothing – just perfect for Jess’ wine party
this weekend.”
The two of them
stopped outside the small shop, looking at the designer gowns in the windows,
before they stepped in and looked round.
“Oh look at
this,” Binky said as she handed Portia a black leather slip dress, “Go and try
it on.”
“All right,”
Portia said as she went to the changing rooms, the young girl in the long
floral print dress smiling as she opened the door, and then closed it behind
Portia.
“Now then,”
Portia said as she removed her boots and then pulled her jumper over her head,
“let’s see if...”
Her eyes shot
open as the damp cloth was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth, a strong arm
grabbing her round the waist as she started to scream – only to inhale the
sweet smelling fumes, as her eyelids fluttered and closed...
“Is she still
trying that dress on,” Binky said as she walked over, carrying a Laura Ashley
dress on her arm.
“I’m afraid
so,” the young girl said as she opened the door to the other changing room,
Binky smiling as she went in and the door was closed behind her. She hung the dress up, put her bag on the
seat and then pulled the jumper up over her waist – only to scream as she too
was grabbed from behind, the damp cloth over her mouth as she fell asleep...
The shop girl
unlocked and opened the door, watching as Binky was carried through the door,
and as it swung close to reveal the mirror she gathered the bag and other
personal items in a black bag. Clearing
the second room, she smiled as she returned to her station.
“Bnkkeee?”
Binky slowly
opened her eyes and looked over to see Portia in an armchair, a white cloth
tied tightly over her mouth. She was
wearing a short sleeved pink blouse with a poodle on the breast pocket,
and a long pink poodle skirt, but her
wrists were secured together in front of her with rope, which went down between
her legs and then around her ankles.
She looked at
her matching blue outfit, and realised she too was gagged, with something in
her mouth as well. Looking round, she
saw they were on what looked like a stage set, as men in white clothes and
carrying guns watched them.
“So they are been sold as a pair?”
“Indeed,” the large dark skinned man
said as they walked off, Binky and Portia looking at each over before a sandy
haired man stood in front of them, smiling as Portia said “Jemmeee? HMGDDNNNNNN!!!”
“So, what is the story behind this
one?
They stopped and looked at the older
woman, tied to the X-frame and wearing the leather bustier dress, a leather pad
covering her mouth as she looked at them her eyes glazed over and a quiet
bussing sound in the background.
“Ah yes – our Fifty Shades of Grey
lady...”
Nobody could
accuse Doris Booth of not having her own sense of style. The English Literature lecturer could often
be seen around the campus, smiling as people watched her.
On this
particular day, Doris had her red brown hair pulled back in a bun at the top of
her head, a pair of brown wooden earrings hanging on her lobes, and what resembled
a large brown Pashmina shawl wrapped around her upper
body. Under the hem of the garment, she
was wearing a pair of striped
balloon pants, the ends tucked into short brown leather boots.
Heading into
the department building, she put her large bag down on her desk, and sat down
at her desk, looking at some term papers.
The knock on her door made her look up as she said “Yes?”
“Dr
Booth? I’m Cathy Davies, from the
Journal. We had an appointment to meet?”
“Oh yes,” she
said as she looked at the woman standing in the doorway. She was in her early thirties, and wore a
grey jacket and skirt over a cream blouse, with grey pumps.
“So, Miss
Davies,” Doris said as she sat down, “what can I do for you today?”
“Well,” Cathy
said as she took out a notepad, “we’re doing an in depth article on the so
called ‘mom bondage’ movement that has arisen following the publication of, and
the film of, Fifty Shades of grey, and we wanted to get an expert opinion on
whether or not this is a real social phenomenon.”
“Oh that
piece of...” Doris stopped herself and
said “I’m sorry, Miss Davies, it is just when I try to encourage the promotion
of serious literature, it seems only poorly written titillation sells.”
“But hasn’t
that always been the case? After all, in
the seventies it was the likes of Jackie Collins and Arthur Haley who were the
bestsellers.”
“I agree,”
Doris said, “but that set of books were not the best written of books. I found them trite and unbelievable.”
“So you do
not think such a situation could exist? That a woman would not give over so easily to one man?”
“Of
course not!”
“But
a woman dominating another woman in that way?”
“Whatever do
you mean,” Doris said as she looked across the desk. Cathy merely smiled as she reached into her
handbag, and took out several photographs, which she passed across the desk to
the lecturer.
“I believe
that is your research assistant,” she said as Doris looked at them, “and I must
say, you came out very well in them.”
“How... How did you...”
“I think,”
Cathy said as she took a gun from her bag and pointed it at Doris, “you should
be very quiet, and listen to what I am going to say.”
“Oh my god,”
Doris whispered, “what is this about?”
“A change of
direction for your career,” Cathy said as she took a small sponge ball from the
bag, “put this in your mouth.” She
rolled it across the desk, smiling as she watched Doris pick it up, look at it
and then push it into her mouth, closing her lips over it.
“Good,” Cathy
said as she stood up, and drew two things from her bag – a white plastic zip
tie, and a wide roll of clear tape.
Olive offered no resistance as the young woman pulled her wrists behind
her back and used the zip tie to secure them together, before adjusting her top
so that her wrists were covered by the rear panel.
She then tore
a long strip of the clear tape off the roll, and smoothed it over Olive’s
mouth, making sure there were no folds as it covered her lips and jaw.
“Stand up,”
Cathy said as she picked up her gun, and put Olive’s bag over her shoulder
before picking up her own, “I have a vehicle waiting.”
Olive nodded,
amazed at the way nobody noticed she was gagged and bound as Cathy walked her
back out of the building, and over to a car park. A car was waiting, the tinted windows making
the inside difficult to see as Cathy opened the door and ordered her to sit in
the back door.
She watched
as the young woman used a second zip tie to secure her ankles, and then forced
her to lie on the back seat, the car door closing before she was driven off...
Olive groaned as the vibrator worked
inside her, held in place by the chastity belt hidden under her dress, but one
thing was clear in her mind, as she watched the three people walk off.
She was where she wanted to be, and
she was excited about what was to come...
“Now,” the dark skinned man said as
they looked at a bed, the red headed woman glaring at them over the silver tape
covering her mouth, “this particular delivery arrived last night – an
unexpected addition to the schedule for today...”
“Thank you
for a wonderful night, Daniel,” Susan said as the young couple walked down the
street to his flat. The Chinese girl was
wearing a black long sleeved mini dress, the shoulders of the top bare and
showing her bra straps, the skirt coming halfway down her thighs as her black
lace patterned stockings were visible.
Her outfit was completed by a pair of over the knee tight black leather
boots, with straps around her ankles and the three inch stiletto heels.
“You’re
welcome,” Daniel said as he opened the door to his flat, the two of them
walking in before they embraced and kissed passionately.
“Forget the
drink,” Susan said as she looked at Daniel, “let’s play instead.”
“Are you sure
you want me to do this,” Daniel said quietly, but Susan nodded as she said
“just let me go to the toilet – you get the ropes ready, and do it the way I
taught you.”
Daniel nodded
as she slipped off, and he found several lengths of rope, taking one very long
one and doubling it over before he made a little loop in the middle.
“Ready,”
Susan said as she came back, standing in front of Daniel as he draped the rope
over her shoulders, letting the ends drop in front of her as he made sure the
loop sat at the back of her neck. He
then started to wrap the rope round her arms, taking it down in a spiral
movement as he pulled her arms behind her, and then secured them together
behind her back, before feeding the ends through the loop and using them to
pull her forearms further up.
“Oh that
feels good,” she sighed as he then wrapped the remaining lengths of rope around
her upper arms and body, enclosing her chest essentially in a rope harness
which compressed and forced her breasts out as he tied the ropes tighter and
tighter.
“I am so
grateful you taught me this way of using ropes,” Daniel said as he tied the
least of the ends off, Susan twisting round as the ropes rubbed on her, making
her sigh as the small shocks ran through her body.
“So,” he said
as he kissed the back of her neck, gently moving her red hair out of the way as
she sighed at the touch of his lips, “how would you
like to be secured today?”
“How about a
little frog tie,” Susan said with a smile.
“All right,
you sit down and wait while I go and get the rest of the gear.”
Nodding,
Susan sat on the edge of a leather recliner while Daniel left the room, and
looked down at some of the papers that were scattered on the desk. As she did so, she started to read some of
them, her eyes opening wide as she did so.
“Oh my god,”
she said quietly, “it can’t be true, it Jusstcnntthmgddddd!”
“I am truly
sorry,” Daniel said as he pushed the folded cloth into her mouth, and then tore
strip after strip from a roll of duct tape, smoothing them over her mouth as
she tried to push the cloth out, and then walked round, forcing her to lie face
down as he crossed and bound her ankles tightly together, followed by her legs
below her knees.
As he pulled
her ankles back and tied them to her chest ropes, Susan called out “Plssdddnelelltllnunnn.”
“I know you
won’t,” Daniel said quietly as Susan twisted round, the leather squeaking as he
picked up his phone.
“This is
staff number 20567 requesting emergency pick up.
“Yes, that’s
right – a slip of the tongue,” he said as he looked sadly at his soon to be
ex...
Susan squirmed as other guests looked
at her.
“Still, we like to offer variety in
all we do,” the African man said as they walked over to another bed. The white haired woman looked up as she
pulled on the scarves holding her spread eagled to the bed, a knotted one
sitting between her red lips.
“And we like to cater to all ages as
well...”
Sitting in her
front room, Carol let out a little sigh as she watched her date for the night
drive away. They had gone to a nice
little country pub, had a good meal, but somehow it still wasn’t the same as
when Gerald had taken her.
Gerald – he
had died a year before, and yet she still missed him every day. It had been his heart in the end, and despite
the passage of time the pain was still there.
She had made
an effort tonight as well, wearing a black and white leopard print top, black
leather trousers and red heels, and he had appreciated that as well. And yet, it still just was not the same.
She stood up,
and walked to the drinks cabinet, pouring herself a long drink as she wondered
why she still seemed unable to replace him.
Something was missing, but what...
“Hello –
please, make no noise, and do exactly what we say.”
Carol slowly
turned to see the masked couple standing facing her, the man holding a black
bag while the woman pointed a very real gun in her direction. Both were dressed in black, with stockings
pulled down over their heads, as she said “oh lord – is this a robbery?”
“Just do as
we say, and you’ll be just fine,” the man said as he put the bag down, walking
to the curtains and drawing them over the windows as the woman kept looking at
Carol. “Do please finish your
drink. Then, slowly, put the glass down and
lie face down on the couch.”
“All right,”
Carol said quietly as she drained her glass, and then walked over, lying on her
stomach on her brown upholstered couch as the man put the bag down, and crossed
her wrists behind her back, using a roll of black tape to secure them together,
before he moved down and crossed her ankles before taping them together. Another band was wrapped below her knees, and
then around her thighs, as Carol said “look, my jewellery is upstairs. Just take it, tape me up and then go,
please.”
“Sit up,” the
woman said, the man helping Carol to sit up before more black tape was wrapped
round her arms, and then above and below her chest. “Thank you for the offer, but we’re going to
be taking a bit more than your jewels and money.”
“What – what areuttlknggmbbtttmmmmffff,” Carol said as a folded scarf
was pushed into her mouth, and then the black tape wrapped round her head,
covering her mouth and sealing the gag into place as she looked up.
She watched
as the man went upstairs, while the woman took out a mobile phone and stepped
into a hallway. She tried to free
herself, but the tape was tight, and held her securely as the woman came back
in.
A few moments
later, she heard her front door open, and two men dressed in black came
in. “Take her to the auction house,” the
masked woman said, as they picked Carol up like a carpet and carried her out to
a waiting van.
As they did
this, Carol tried to call for help, but something inside her was excited as
well – maybe this was what she was missing...
They had treated her well, allowing
her to rest, change into this short nightie and then
tied her with scarves. If this was her
fate, then she accepted it with open arms.
“What about this couple,” the woman
said as they walked over to where two women were kneeling, facing each other
with ball gags in their mouths which were linked by short chains, their bound
wrists linked by a rope that an over their own crotches as they wriggled round,
wearing only bras and panties.
“This?
This is our mother and daughter special for this auction...”
“Mum? How long until lunch is
ready?”
“Ten
minutes,” Heather said as she called out from the kitchen. The forty year old was wearing a dark grey
t-shirt with a blue floral print, the low round neckline showing her throat,
and white shorts with sandals. Slipping
the burgers on the griddle pan, she watched as her eighteen year old daughter
came into the kitchen, looking at her through her glasses.
“That smells
good,” Roberta said as she inhaled the aroma of the meat and herbs. Her hair was longer and lighter brown than
her mothers, and fell over her black t-shirt.
She also had on a pair of dark denim shorts, and blue plimsolls.
“Can you get
a couple of drinks from the fridge,” Heather said as she took the griddle pan
over to two plates, which had buns and salad already prepared. Putting the burgers on, she placed the
griddle pan back onto the wooden board and then carried the plates to the
table, while Roberta brought two bottles of water over.
“So what
plans have you got for this afternoon,” Heather said as she sat down.
“Lying on a
camp bed in the back garden, enjoying my last day of freedom before I have to
go on this secondment,” Roberta said.
“Anyone else
offered the chance to spend six months in the united states
would jump at it,” Heather said with a smile.
“Yeah – but
six months without friends...”
“You’ll make new
ones,” Heather said with a smile as she bit into her burger, and then took a
drink of water. “When do you have to
leave?”
“tonight –
the plane is first thing in the morning, my packing is done, so allow me this
time,” Roberta said as she looked at her mother, “and spend it with me.”
“All right – I
need to put some things away, but then I will come out into the back garden.”
“Thanks,”
Roberta said with a smile as she ate her own burger, their talk turning to
other matters.
“I’ll be out
in a few minutes,” Heather said as she watched her daughter go out into the
back garden, and then started to wash the dishes. As she placed the griddle pan on the draining
board, she heard the front doorbell ring.
“Now who
could that be,” she
said as she dried her hands, and went through the hallway, opening the door as
she said “Yes, can I hellppyyuuuuhmgddhhhrru?”
Her muffled
calls were the result of the cloth which the gloved hand had pushed into her
mouth, that hand now covering her lips as her wrists were pulled behind her
back and secured together with a pair of handcuffs, and then the hand replaced
by a strip of white tape that formed to the contours of her face as it was
pressed firmly down.
One of the
suited men who had come in knelt down and fastened a set of cuffs round her
ankles, the length of chain rattling between them as she was frog marched out
of the house, and two men made their way through to the back garden.
Roberta was
lying on the recliner, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the summer sun, unaware
of what was going on in the house. The
first she was aware of what was happening was when she felt someone grab her
arms, and then the cold steel on her wrists as the cuffs were fastened over
them.
“What the –
what’s going on,” she said as she opened her eyes, and then saw the man looking
over her before he pushed the rubber ball into her mouth, and then tore the
wide strip of white tape from his lapel, smoothing it over her lips as a chain
was fastened round her ankles, and then up to her wrists.
Forcing her
to stand up, she tried to call for help as she was frogmarched through the
house, watching as other men collected various personal items of her and her
mother’s before she was taken out and made to sit in the van.
“Whtaggnnn,” she said as she looked at her mother, while
their handbags and suitcases were placed in the van.
“There now,”
a man said as she closed the van door, “you have accompanied your daughter for
her US trip – and by the time people discover the truth, you will be enjoying a
new life, far from this place.”
The sound of
the van moving drowned out their screams as they drove off, a man closing and
locking their front door before he walked off.
“So, so you see anything you may wish
to bid for,” the African man said as they walked off.
“Some possibilities,” the woman said
as a noise made her turn round. “Is
there even a market for lots such as this?”
“Oh yes,” their host said as they
looked at the larger woman, squirming as she sat strapped in a dentist’s chair,
“you would be surprised...”
“The
stupid bloody idiots!”
Detective
Constable Tasha Reardon was not having a good day. A large woman, but a formidable personality,
she had been trying to persuade her superiors that the recent spate of disappearances
was a coordinated set of kidnappings, but they had refused to listen to her.
She looked at
herself in the mirror in the toilets, her reddish brown hair cut in a style
that framed her face, while her grey cardigan sat over her black jersey dress,
the front opening over her large stomach.
The skirt came down to just below her knees, her grey tights visible
between her skirt and the tops of her black leather boots.
“I know
there’s something going on round here, and I am going to get to the bottom of
it,” she said to herself before she went back to her desk, collecting her bag
and then leaving the office as her fellow detectives looked at her.
“Hey Reardon
– knocking off early,” the desk sergeant said as she went past.
“Chasing
leads,” she called out as she made her way out to the car, getting in and
driving off. She had received a tip off
from an anonymous call, and wanted to follow up on it.
As she arrive
at the pub, she stopped the car and got out, wondering what she was doing here
– but summoning up her courage, she walked in and looked at the one or two
customers in place. It stood by the
banks of a canal, the landlady coming over and saying “what will it be, love?”
“Diet coke,”
Tasha said, looking round as the waitress poured some from a bottle into a
glass and added ice.
“There you go
– waiting for someone?”
“I hope so,”
Tasha said as she took a drink, and then went to sit by a window, watching the
world go by as she slowly sipped her drink.
The atmosphere in the pub was so calm, so peaceful, as she continued to
slowly sup from the glass, relaxing as she felt her eyelids slowly droop...
“George, I
think she’s coming round now.”
Tasha slowly
opened her eyes – her mouth felt dry, as if cotton wool was stuffed in it, and
something was pressing down around her face.
Her limbs were stiff as well, and as she tried to raise her arm she
realised something was holding it down.
She looked at
the left to see her arm strapped down to the heavy wooden armrest of the chair
she was sitting in, and a glance to the other side told her both limbs were
secured with thick leather belts. “Wthssgnnn,” she tried to say, and then realised it wasn’t a
taste of cotton wool – it was something cotton in her mouth, and a band of
cloth was tied tightly over it to keep that in place.
Trying to
kick her legs up, she screamed as she realised they were held like her arms – and
then she looked in front of her, at the impeccably dressed African man and the young
couple.
“Welcome,
Detective Constable Reardon,” the African said in an Oxford accent, “to Objects
of Beauty. Your attention was turned our
way, which means ours was turned to you.
Now, we invite you to see how we work from this angle.
“Joseph,
Claire, make the final arrangements for tonight’s auction.”
Tasha looked
round the room, at the other women on display, and screamed again in
frustration, trying to break free as the guests started to arrive...
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