Forgive Me

“Oh come on Amanda, are you not ready yet?”

“Have a little patience Esther,” the tall brunette said as she stood in the doorway, her hair falling over the grey sweatshirt and wearing jeans, “we’ve got enough time before we’re expected at the club for me to get ready. You just like to be prepared before anyone else.”

“Possibly, but at least I am ready,” Esther said as she ran a comb through her wavy light brown hair. “The other two are just as bad – they’re having coffee in the kitchen.” She was wearing a black evening dress with long lace sleeves, her legs in sheer black hose and tight knee length boots made from grey leather and with a four inch heel.

“Well, I’ll go and chivvy them along then, you wait patiently here,” Amanda said with a laugh as she made her way to the kitchen, Esther looking out from the doorway as she walked down the long hallway. She was about to go into the front room when she saw the silhouettes against the glass of the front door. Walking quickly down, she whispered “bloody Jehovah’s Witnesses” and threw the door open, saying “look, just…”

“Forgive me dear lady,” the man said as his partner walked in quickly, his gloved hand over Esther’s mouth, “but we do not wish to alert your housemates of our presence. Not yet, anyway – not until we have made sure we can do it in our own way. Now, you’re not going to cause us any trouble, are you?”

Esther looked at the three men who were now in front of her, the scent of leather in her nostrils as she slowly shook her head from side to side.

“Excellent – now, come with us into what looks like a delightful front room.”

As she was walked backwards in, Esther looked at the four men. They were all wearing smart jackets over dark sweaters, trousers and polished shoes, as well as leather gloves and dark glasses. But she did not recognise any of them…

“Now, if my friend takes his hand away, are you going to be nice and quiet?”

She slowly nodded before the hand was taken away, another of the men walking behind her and taking her arms behind her back before she felt some sort of cord been used to secure her wrists together.

“Now,” the man who had been speaking as he looked at Esther and smiled, “I need to you to do one very important thing for me, and do it very quietly.”

“What’s that,” Esther whispered as she felt more rope been passed around her body, forcing her arms into her sides and pulling her dress tighter over her chest as it was wound above and below her breasts.

“Open your mouth.”

Esther stared at him, and then slowly nodded, opening her mouth as wide as she could as he pushed a compressed sponge in, making sure it filled the space behind her teeth as it expanded and made her cheeks puff out. She grunted even more as the ropes surrounding her chest were pulled tighter and then secured behind her, before she felt the white tape pulling on the skin round her mouth as it was smoothed over.

“My deepest apologies, but you will need to stay here,” the man said as she was made to lie face down on the floor, then felt the rope round her ankles and legs as they were secured together, the bands tightened by the rope going between her legs in both places as well. She wriggled round, before she felt more rope been passed round her waist – then squealing as it was pulled up between her legs, the stroking of the gloved hands on her inner thighs replaced as her skirt was hiked up, the rope pressing on a very sensitive place as her ankles were pulled back and then the ends tied between them.

“If you move, it will bring pleasure, but you will not be able to move much more – it is your choice,” the man said, all four then falling silent as they heard three sets of footsteps walking past the door and then up the stairs. As the sound receded, he looked at one of the others.

“Make sure everything is secured downstairs – we will wait a few minutes and then move up…”

Amanda smiled as she stood in the doorway, looking at Beth as Yvonne was in the bathroom.

“Once she comes out, I’ll go into the shower,” she said with a smile as she looked at the blonde applying her makeup. Beth was wearing a white top with a black animal print and leather cuffs, a black leather mini-skirt and two-tone tights with a pair of knee length blue suede boots. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a large black bead necklace round her neck and matching earrings in place.

“Fair enough – at least Esther isn’t kicking up her usual stink,” Beth said with a smile as she looked at herself in the mirror. “You’d better go and get yourself sorted out.”

“On my way,” Amanda said quietly as she left the room, Beth shaking her head as she looked back in her mirror. She checked her make up, and then looked at herself as she smiled – then frowned.

“Forgive me, young lady – but do you see what I have in my hand?”

Beth glanced to the side and slowly nodded.

“Good – open wide…”

Yvonne smiled as she stood up, pulling down the skirt of her purple mini dress as it hugged her body. The dress had short puffed sleeves, and a low neckline which showed just a little of her chest. Her legs were also in dark hose, the lower legs in a pair of high tan leather boots, and as she turned she smiled at herself in the mirror.

And then she saw the two men standing behind her.

“Hello,” one of them said quietly. “Forgive me, but I am afraid we have to do something and then take you to your flatmate.”

“Who… Who are you?”

“Not really important right now, my dear,” the man said as he held up a gloved hand, “what is important is that you tell me what is in my hand.”

Yvonne looked at his hand in the mirror, at the blue wad he held in the palm, and said “is that… a pair of knickers?”

“It is! To be precise, it is a pair that your friend Beth was wearing earlier, and she wants you to do something with them – something she is doing now with a pair of yours.”

“And… And what is that?”

“Put them in your mouth – open wide now.”

Yvonne shook her head and clamped her mouth shut as the man put his free hand on your shoulder. “I strongly advise you to open your mouth,” he whispered, “because if you do not, I will be forced to ensure you do open it – and trust me, I will do that with deep regret.”

“Gehttshtuffhed.”

“Oh dear, I am truly sorry then,” he said quietly before he pinched her nose closed. Yvonne’s first instinct was to reach up and grab his arm - but then she saw the gun in the other man’s hand, and stood still. Very still – until she had to open her mouth and breath, retching as the damp panties were pushed into her mouth and the leather gloved hand pressed over her lips.

“Keep those lips closed,” the man whispered as Yvonne heard a squelchy sound, and then as the hand was removed the white tape was pressed over her lips, wrapped tightly round her head to keep the panties in place, trapping her reddish brown hair against her neck.

“Good,” the man said as the tape was pressed down, “now don’t move.” Yvonne nodded as she felt her arms been drawn together behind her back, the man smiling as he secured them with rope at her elbows, taking the rope around and between her limbs as she wondered what was going on, the only other sounds she could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

“Whhhruh,” she mumbled as she felt the silk wad getting wetter in her mouth, and then the tug on her wrists as the man secured them together as tightly as her elbows.

“Oh that would be telling – so once again, I ask your forgiveness for the fact I’m not going to tell you. Not yet, anyway,” he said as he pulled the rope between her wrists, Yvonne wriggling her fingers as he secured the ends and then tied the end of a longer length of rope between her elbows. He let that drop to the floor, then took another long length and wrapped it round her, forcing her arms against her back as he pulled it tight under her chest before taking it above her breasts.

Yvonne was too scared to move now, as the bands pressed down from above and below, her dress threatening to slip down and expose the fact she didn’t have a bra on – never mind the fact she also had no underwear on anywhere else. As it was, they were still covered, but the tightness of the ropes and the material meant her nipples were becoming more prominent…

The man behind her tugged one more time and tied the ropes off, and then walked round, smiling as he said “I’m going to take you to be with your friend Beth – once I’ve done one more thing.”

“WhnddwhtsthHHHTTT,” Yvonne called out as he reached between her legs, grabbed the rope and pulled it through and up, her skirt hiked up and the rope rubbing on her clit.

Her naked, damp, already sensitive clit, making her squirm as he tied the rope around the bands of rope between her breasts, making them even tighter before he smiled and stroked her cheek.

“Forgive me for this, but you need to walk,” he said as he went behind her, gently smacking her bottom and making her yelp as she walked. Each step was terrible, as the rope moved and rubbed, making her feel more and more giddy as the second man looked out of the door.

He watched Amanda as she walked past, her dressing gown on and a towel turban over her hair, and enter her room before they walked the struggling and moaning Yonne into the next bedroom, her eyes opening wide as she saw Beth on the bed. She also had white tape wrapped round her head, as she lay on the bed, her wrists tied together and to the headboard as she rested on her pillows. Her ankles were crossed and tied together with the rope running to the foot of the bed, and her legs secured together below her knees. But it was the rope between her legs that really caught her attention, and especially the white tube that was tied to the rope with a knot resting between her legs as she closed her eyes and shivered.

“Hnnhhh,” Yvonne moaned as she was pushed face down on the bed, the man who had not spoken quickly binding her ankles and legs, and then pulling her ankles back before he tied them to her chest ropes. They two women looked at each other, beads of perspiration on Beth’s forehead and a red blush on Yvonne’s cheeks, as the man said “you two get to have some fun here – I need to deal with the star attraction of tonight.”

He left with the bag closing the door as Yvonne and Beth felt the gloved hands on their chests, moaning as they were kneaded and they twisted round, making the objects rubbing between their legs even more arousing…

“Looking sharp,” Amanda said as she laced up her brown ankle boots and stood up, turning as she looked in the mirror. She was now wearing a long sleeved floral print blouse, and a tight black skirt, her legs in white hose that glittered in the light.

“Right girls,” she said as she turned and walked to the door, “let’s PAR-…”

“Forgive me, my dear Amanda, but you are going nowhere.”

She looked at the smartly dressed man standing in the doorway, and whispered “no…”

“Yes – slowly, walk back in and turn round. I assure you, I mean you no harm in that sense…”

Slowly, Amanda walked back, unsure of what was going to happen as he closed the door. “My friends are – entertaining your friends,” he said with a smile as he put the bag down, and drew a length of rope from it, “and now, it is my turn.”

“Shit – what… What do you want me to do?”

“Turn round, and put your hands behind your back, palm to palm.” Amanda nodded as she did this, then felt the rope round her elbows as her arms were pulled together behind her back. She bit her lower lip, wondering what was happening to the others as the rope went around and between her limbs, then was tied off – before a second length was used to secure her wrists together as well.

“Look, you can take whatever you want…”

“Oh I intend to,” the man whispered into her ear before she saw more rope passed round her body, forcing her arms against her back as they framed and encircled her chest, forcing her breasts out as she tried to get free.

“There now,” the man whispered as he tied the ropes off, Amanda struggling as the ropes rubbed on her, the material of her top now tightly stretched over her breasts, “I trust that is not uncomfortable?”

“What do you think, you bhstrhdrrddhhnnnn,” Amanda said, her eyes shooting open as one hand covered her mouth and pressed her head against her chest, the other groping her chest and the fingers sinking into the flesh – flesh she could feel firming up immediately.

“Nhphlsssdhnttt,” she moaned as she felt her body responding, and then the hand was removed from her mouth as he started to kiss her, his hands massaging her chest. “What… What are you going to do…”

“Let me show you,” he whispered as he knelt behind her, pulling her hose down and then using a pair of scissors to cut her panties away, then folding them as he held them in front of her mouth. Amanda’s eyes opened wide as she clamped her mouth shut, not wanting him to do what she knew he was going to do.

“Nice idea – see if it works,” he said as he grabbed her left breast and squeezed tightly, Amanda opening her mouth to gasp and then tasting herself as the wadded panties were pushed into her mouth. She then felt a tug on her mouth as a strip of white tape was pressed down over her lips, sealing the panties in before she felt him tie another rope round her waist – then pulling it between her legs, forcing her skirt up as it rubbed on her clit.

“Hwshhtlhrddd,” she moaned as he pulled on the rope, falling to her knees as he made her sit down, tying her left ankle to her left thigh and the same on her right leg, then spreading them wide as she saw the bulge in his pants.

“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?”

Amanda nodded – she should have guessed their boyfriends were going to do something, but they were going to have words afterwards as she watched him pull her panties down, then his own pants…

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