Barb’s Binding
Holiday
As she looked
out over the Northumberland coast, with the bright sun beating down on the
yellow sand, Barb smiled to herself. When
she had received the invitation to come and stay with her old friend Cass and
her daughter for the first two weeks in June, she had seized on it as a chance
to try and forget some of the things that had happened to her over the last few
months.
Taking a sip
from her drink, she thanked her maker for the beautiful weather, and how it was
making her feel. She was wearing a light
blue chiffon top, the pattern on it shining in the sunlight as it allowed
anyone who wanted to to see her white bra
underneath. A pair of tight black shorts
over her hose, which encased her legs and feet with her red painted toenails,
and a pair of black three inch heeled shoes completed her outfit.
“Penny
for them Barbara?”
Barb turned
to see Cass standing in the doorway, her arms folded over the front of her
black and white smock top, her legging clad legs crossed as she looked at her,.
“Oh, just
relaxing,” Barb said with a smile as she turned and walked back into the
cottage. “When does that concert you
were talking about start?”
“Fifteen
minutes, why?”
“Oh, it gives
me time to take these shoes off,” Barb said as she came into the cottage. Through a doorway she could see Cass’
daughter sitting, her legs crossed as she watched the television.
“I’ll get
some drinks sorted then,” Cass said as the doorbell rang. “Can you get that, dear,” she called out as
she headed back to the kitchen, and Barb walked to her room.
She heard the
young girl walking to the door, and the door opening, then Cass saying
“Jennie?” Something told her that
something was not quite right, but as she turned to see what the problem was
the door to the room was thrown open and two men in boiler suits and stocking
masks ran in.
“Shit,” was
all she said before she was pushed down on her bed, and a strip of grey tape
was roughly pushed down over her lips. “Bind
her,” Barb heard somebody outside the room say, “We’ll deal with mummy and the
kid.”
“Wht’s gngnnn,” Barb mumbled as
she was roughly rolled over and as one of the men grabbed her ankles and forced
them together the second took her wrists and crossed them behind her back.
The feeling
on her skin and ankles was one she had felt before, and liked less every time -
rope forcing them together, the two men binding her hand and foot by wrapping
the cords around her limbs, then passing it between them to tighten the
coils. She felt more rope around her
legs, above her knees, and then was rolled onto her side.
Barb looked
over her shoulder to the open doorway as she saw Jennie been carried over the
shoulder of another man, her hands tied behind her back and her mouth covered
in tape, as she was carried in the direction of her bedroom. “Watch her,” the voice said again, and Barb
turned to see one of the masked men stand against the wall and watch her as she
lay on the mattress.
Barb started
trying to kick herself free, knowing even as she did so it was hopeless. All she managed to do was kick her shoes off,
and as she rolled onto her stomach she listened to the muted cries and moans
from the rest of the cottage. Her dark
hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which flicked as she moved her head from
side to side, trying to hear what was happening elsewhere.
“Your little
girl and friend will be just fine, so long as you come with us and do as you’re
told.”
Barb’s eyes
widened when she heard this - so it was Cass these thugs were after? She kicked her legs sup and down on the bed,
screaming out “llttmmggumfrfvckrs,” but that only
seemed to make her guard laugh. He
grabbed her ankles and twisted them under the rope so that they were crossed,
before taking a length of rope and winding it between her legs, forcing them
upright as he hog tied her by attaching the other end of the rope to her
wrists.
“Let’s see
how ticklish you are,” she heard him say as she felt his fingers running down
the soles of her feet. She tried to
twist out of the way, desperately holding back her laughter, but with little success.
“MMFDGFDNDSFNHSATPTPTTTTT,”
she screamed through the tape as she wriggled round, his laughter reaching her
ears as she continued to torture her by tickling her feet. This stopped abruptly when she heard the
voice of their obvious leader saying “Leave her alone - there’s work to be
done.”
Barb was
rolled over and looked into the eyes of the man, a cruel smile on his lips as
he reached down and pulled the tape off her mouth.
“OWWWW,” she screamed
as the tape came away from her skin, “That hurt. Who are you anyway?”
“None of your
business, darling - we have business with the lady of the house, and if you and
her little kid want to survive the day you do as we say, understand.”
“You can do
what you want to me,” Barb snarled back, “but leave Jennie alone. She’s only eleven.”
“Then she’s
old enough to be treated as an adult,” the man snarled back. “Now, darling, give us the PIN codes for your
cards, or she’s the one who gets hurt.”
Barb stared
back at him, before saying “all right - it’s only money.” She gave him a sequence of codes, which he
wrote down. “Good,” he said, “now bind
and secure her. I’ll be back in a
minute.”
Barb felt
herself been released from the hog tie, then sat up and her top been pulled
down, before she saw the white rope been passed around her arms and pulled in,
the pain as they were forced into her side making her gasp as it wound round
her body below her breasts. She gasped
again as the rope was passed round her body above he r breasts, and as she
looked down she saw her bra more and more visible under the tightly stretched
chiffon.
As the coils
were pulled together behind her back, and the rope passed over her shoulder,
Barb was actually grateful she was as fit as she was. When the man binding her pulled the rope
between her breasts, making an effective external bra as he passed it through
the coils and back over the other shoulder, she knew she was going to be able
to cope with this discomfort - but she was really worried about what was
happening with Jennie.
She turned
and looked over her shoulder as her captor picked up a pair of shoes, red this
time, and slipped them over her feet before he went into her drawers and took
out a pair of her panties, and from the cupboard took two scarves, one white,
one black silk with a green,, red and brown tree leave pattern printed on it.
“You’re not
going to harm little Jennie, are you,” Barb pleaded, but her voice was silenced
as the man shoved the balled up panties into her mouth, pulling the rolled up
black scarf between her teeth to hold the packing in and securing the ends at
the base of her neck. The white scarf
was next, folded into a wide band and tied over her eyes as a blindfold.
As she was
forced to her feet, and made to hop a short distance, Barb called out “wthshpnngng,” before she was stopped and turned, feeling a
wall behind her. She heard someone else
been forced to come beside her, and turned her head to the right as she sensed
rather than saw someone been made to stand beside her.
“Jnneee?”
“MGmgfmggmmg,”
“Oh god -
what have you done to them!”
“Csssss?” Barb turned her head to the other side as she
heard her friend been frogmarched in front of them.
“Your kid and
friend are going to be just fine,” she heard one of the men say, “so long as
you do as you’re told. Mummy’s coming
with us kid - you stay here with this other lady.”
“MMFFMDMSMD-
NNNNNNN.”
“It’s all
right, Jennie darling; you have to be brave for me now, all right? I promise you, I will be home soon.”
“Right - you
two stay here and make sure they don’t give us any trouble. Treat the kid real nice.”
“And
the other woman?”
“Make sure
she’s happy - let’s go.”
Barb threw
her head back in frustration as she heard Cass been taken away, and her
daughter quietly sobbing beside her.
“Why don’t
you take her to her room,” she heard a new voice say, “and keep an eye on
her. Try to get her to calm down.”
“What are you
going to do?”
“Make this
other babe happy.” Barb heard Jennie
grunt as she was led off, and then a pressure on her shoulders as she was made
to sit on the floor.
“dnthrrthrubstrd,” she screamed
through her gaga s she felt him tying more rope to the front of her chest, his
hands brushing against her breasts as he did so. “Hush now,” he said as she felt her legs been
pulled up and the rope been passed round her ankles, “He’s not going to hurt
her. He’ll just lay her on her bed, make
sure she can’t move, and keep an eye on her.
We don’t hurt kids like that.”
Barb relaxed
a little as he said this, listening to the sobs quietly dying down from
elsewhere in the cottage. “You are a
beautiful looking woman,” she heard the man say, “Has anyone ever told you
that?”
“nrtw,” Barb mumbled as she felt
his breath on her cheek, and then the touch of his hands on her chest. “Plssdntdt,” she
moaned as she felt him gently caressing her breasts, his fingers massaging them
gently as she moved her head from side to side.
She tried to
move her legs, hoping to kick him out of the way, but realised too late that
they were attached to her chest, so that as she tried to move them to the side
she found herself slowly falling over onto her side. “Dmmnnn,” she swore
as she fell onto her shoulder grateful it was a carpeted floor as opposed to
the hard stone of the kitchen.
She felt his
hand on her side, and the voice saying “Are you all right?” Barb nodded, flexing her legs back and forth
as she tried to keep some sensation going in them.
“You look
really sexy,” she heard him say, “and I think I can do something to help you to
relax even more.”
Barb moved
her head to the side, wondering what he was going to do, but after a few
moments she felt him moving her wrist back slightly, as yet more rope was
passed between them. Her arms were
already aching slightly from been locked in position for so long, and she was
beginning to wonder what he had in mind.
She found out
quickly, as she felt the rope been passed down her beck and between her legs,
pulling her shorts into her crotch as it was passed up and secured to the band
of rope around her chest. “Godammit,” she thought to herself, “It was bad enough when
that quiet guy did this to me, but now?
Here? Given how - oh, god, given
how it could make her feel...”
She moved her
wrists up and down, feeling the rope slide between her legs, and even with her
shorts on she could tell the effect it was having on her. “Mggffdgm” she
moaned as she heard her captor walking around her as she lay on her side.
“You’ve had
this done to you before, haven’t you,” she heard him say, and all Barb could do
in reply was nod her head, trying so hard not to rub the rope too much -
enough, but not too much. This was what they had meant about her been
happy, and in a strange way she was glad of it.
She just hoped Jennie would not get to see her, as she moved her legs to
and fro and her arms up and down again.
“Hey, she
does look nice like that - nice job.”
Barb turned
as she heard the second voice, moaning as the rope rubbed again. She felt it been pulled up between her legs,
letting out a muffled squeal as it was pulled up, before the voice continued
“The youngster’s gone to sleep - any word from the boss.”
“Not yet,
but...” The sound of a cell phone going
off made Barb stop as she listened to the one sided conversation.
“Yeah?
“Good - she
gave us no trouble?
“You had to
strip her - you want us to do that here?”
“NNNNN” Barb
screamed as she rolled on the floor at the sound of that. She felt the rope in her crotch, as well as
that rubbing her legs as it went from her chest to her ankles, and as she
kicked her feet about her shoes started to come off.
“Yeah, I think
she heard that. Don’t worry, darling -
we don’t have time to do any more than this to you.
“Right -
we’ll head for the meeting point and see you there.”
As Barb lay
still, she heard the other voice say “All clear?”
“Yeah - we
leave now. Have a nice bank holiday,
darling -we have.”
Barb lay
still as she heard two sets of heavy footsteps receding into the distance, and
then silence. From a distance, there was
the sound of the television, and in the opposite direction was the sound of
Jennie as she seemed to start snoring.
“Great,” Barb
thought to herself as she lay there, “How on earth do I find myself in these situations
all the time? Have I got a ‘come and tie
me up’ sign hovering over me?”
After a
while, she started to roll herself onto her back, and then to rock back and
forth, trying hard not to hurt her hands and wrists as she slowly, carefully,
rocked herself so much that she managed to get into a seated position. She could feel the sweat making her top stick
even more to her body as she did this, and was glad their attackers seemed not
to be around to see this.
“Right,” she
said after a few minutes, “which way did I hear Jennie from?” She turned her head from side to side, trying
to gauge which direction to go in, before using her feet to turn herself round into what she presumed was the right
direction. The rope was rubbing between
her legs as she did this, but she tried to block the sensations that were starting
to bring forth, concentrating solely on finding Cass’ daughter.
She shuffled
herself forward on her bottom, moving a few inches as she felt her legs up
against her chest before stretching them out again. Repeating this process, she inched her way
across the floor, before she called out “Jnni? Cnuhrm?”
“Nhr,” she heard a voice faintly call out. “Kptlkng,” Barb
mumbled as she listened, the sound growing stringer as she inched along, before
she stopped as she heard Jennie say “STP!!!NHR”
“Hngnjne,” Barb mumbled as she turned herself round, hoping
she was heading in the right direction as she brought her feet back and then pushed
her whole body backwards on the carpet.
As she inched back, she heard Jennie calling out more and more clearly “Htnkggdd - plsskkpgng.”
Barb slowly
made her way in the same direction until she felt her back against a wooden
structure with a soft feeling against her shoulder blades. “Stthr,” she heard
Jennie say, and there was a soft thump as somebody sat next to her. As she stretched her legs out, Barb felt
Jennie lay her head on her lap, saying “Mscrdd,” as
she did so.
“kpclmjne,” Barb mumbled as she
twisted her head round, trying to get the blindfold off her eyes. When she eventually succeeded, the scarf
falling round her neck, she looked down to see Jennie lying there, her red
bloodshot eyes staring up over the red scarf that covered her stuffed cheeks.
“Jstrlx,” Barb said as she looked down at the frightened
youngster, “vertyfngs gnggtb
jstfn...”