Fun Time
Tale 1
The master of
the house was wearing a red t-shirt with a flying machine printed on the front,
grey joggers and trainers. The lady of
the house was wearing a red V-necked top with thin white stripes, grey leggings
and white socks pulled up over the ends.
They also had a cute six year old son, who was wearing a white t-shirt,
blue jeans and white trainers.
The truth of
the matter was, we needed to use their house for a while to take care of some
business, so we had to take them hostage for a couple of hours. The lady of the house did a great job of
convincing their son they were just going to play a game.
So we had them
sitting on the couch in their front room, and had used some lengths of soft
rope to tie the wrists of each of them together in front of themselves, then
tied their legs together below their knees with their hands on there, and
finally their ankles. The son sat with
the lady on his right, the master on his left, and they talked to each other
while they watched the television.
At least, until
we had to keep them quiet, and we used lengths of yellow duct tape to cover
their mouths and make sure they could not call out. But when I looked at them, I said I was going
to make it individual for each of them – and their eyes opened as I produced a
black sharpie pen.
For the lady of
the house, I added a pair of full lips over the yellow tape, and for the master
of the house I made sure the mouth I drew had a smile, his teeth showing and
laugh lines at the corner.
But for the
young son, I went to town with cartoon buck teeth. Using my own phone, I took a picture and
shoed them – and they all nodded and laughed under the tape when they looked at
each other.
I kept an eye
on them while my friends took care of what they had to take care of, but they
didn’t seem to be unduly upset, adjusting to the fact they could not move as
they rubbed against each other. In fact,
I watched the son as his eyes slowly closed and he rested his head against his
mother’s arm as she leaned over and pressed her taped lips onto his brown hair.
Eventually, however,
the work was done, and I made sure they were all still secure before we turned
the television up, and left them alone.
Don’t worry – we alerted the police to their predicament once we had enough
time to get far away…
Tale 2
“This is going
to be a very special game,” I said to Amy as we lay on the bed. My five year old daughter was wearing a
sleepsuit made from cream cotton, with a taupe leopard print on them, the suit
with built in slippers for her feet. As
for me, I was wearing a black top with a design on the chest pocket, and black
and white leopard print bottoms with black cuffs at my ankles.
“Okay mummy –
what do we need to do?”
“Well, let’s
lie on our tummies, and put our hands behind our backs, then my friend is going
to make sure we can’t move our wrists and ankles for a little while.”
Amy nodded and
lay down next to me while the woman walked round and picked up one of my
husband’s dressing gown belts, made with a camouflage pattern. I watched and smiled as she tied one end
round Amy’s wrists to hold them together, and then she bent my daughter’s legs,
crossing her ankles and tying them together with the other end of the belt so
that she could wriggle round.
She did
something slightly different with me – she used three of my bathrobe belts, one
to hold my wrists together, one to hold my ankles, and a third after she had
bent my legs to hold my ankles to my wrists.
“So what
happens now Mummy,” Amy said as she looked at me.
“Well, the lady
is going to put something in our mouths to make sure that it’s difficult for us
to talk – but we’ll be fine, because we are together, won’t we?”
Amy grinned and
nodded, watching as I opened my mouth and the woman put a black bathrobe belt
between my teeth, then giggling as I closed my lips over it and she tied it
round my head. She then used a smaller
pink one for Amy, who said “chuhhurhmhhmmee” as it was tied round her head,
over her brown hair.
I nodded and
wriggled round with her while the woman left us in the room. I knew she was going to rob us, but it was
important Amy was calm and not scared…
Tale 3
Little Chloe
was wearing a purple top with a picture of a black cat and the moon on the
front, as well as purple pants, watching as the man with the funny looking mask
took the length of twine and tied her wrists together in front of herself.
“I told you it
doesn’t hurt, and I was right, wasn’t I Chloe?”
“Yes Mummy,”
she said as she looked at her mother Carol.
The blonde haired woman was wearing a white t-shirt, gathered at the
front, and faded jeans – but she already had her wrists tied tightly together
in front of herself with the thin brown twine.
The man had
walked in on them while they were watching cartoons, and told them he wanted
them both to play a game – he’d do something to Carol first, and then he would
do it for Chloe as well. Which is why
Chloe was smiling as he took the twine between her wrists and then tied it off,
before he helped her to sit in the seat next to her mother.
“Now, I’m going
to do the same to your ankles,” he said as he cut another length of twine from
the roll with his large knife, and knelt down, wrapping it round carol’s ankles
and making sure they were securely tied together, the hems of her jean legs
flaring out from under the brown band.
He then cut another length off and tied Chloe’s ankles together, the
young girl watching as he made sure they were secured together as well.
“I’ll tie your
legs together as well,” he said as he cut two longer lengths from the twine,
and then secured their legs together below their knees before he picked Chloe
up, Carol raising her hands as her daughter was sat on her lap and then putting
her arms over her.
The man then
tied her wrists to Chloe’s legs below her knees, and Chloe’s ankles to her
legs, before he took from a bag a roll of purple tape, and tore a long length
off, pressing it over Carol’s mouth as Chloe looked up.
“You look funny
mummy.”
“Hknhhh,” Carol
said, Chloe giggling as the man tore a second strip from the roll, and then
stuck it down over her mouth. She looked
up and then rested her head against Carol’s chest as they sat, watching the
cartoons while the man went out of the room…
Tale 4
“YHSSSS!”
Mabel giggled
as she looked at her older brothers and sister, sitting on three of the dining
chairs as they played on their Nintendo devices. Derek was twelve, and wearing a long sleeved
black top with a white winged guitar on the front, faded blue jeans and
trainers. Bobby was eleven, and wearing
a brown camouflage sweatshirt and jeans, and then there was nine year old
Hilda, in her patterned round necked top and dark jeans. She had tightly curled light brown hair, the
boys longer and darker brown hair.
The things was,
all three of them had a long strip of silver duct tape covering their mouths,
and one of the three masked women who had walked in was kneeling in front of
them, putting Bobby’s ankles together and winding the roll of silver tape
tightly round them while he played.
Mabel and her
mother were sitting on a long leather couch, watching the rest of the family as
the other two masked women stood with them.
They were dressed in a similar way – their mother was wearing a black
sweatshirt with white lips on the front, jeans and grey Ugg boots, while the
only difference in five year old Mabel’s clothes were the collection of white
lips on the front of her jumper, and the wide black ribbon that held her hair
in a ponytail.
“What are you
going to do to us,” her mother said as she hugged Mabel.
“The same
thing,” one of the two women said, “but not in the same way – and you will both
be allowed to lie down on the couch. Why
don’t we start with you, stand up, and put your hands by your side.”
“So we get
taped too Mummy,” Mabel said as she watched the woman tape Hilda’s ankles
together.
“Yes, you
will,” the woman said as she stuck the end of another roll of duct tape to her
mother’s arm, and then wound it tightly round her arms and body, making her way
down so that she was enclosed in a silver sheath, the tape holding her hands in
place as well.
“Does it look
nice,” she said, Mabel nodding as she stood up with her hands by her side, the
woman taping Derek’s ankles together before she taped his legs below his knees,
and made her way back along. She felt
the tape going round her own arms, and watched as her black jumper was covered
in silver.
“Now then, I
want you three to raise your lower arms in the air.”
Mabel wriggled
round, the tape crinkling but holding her arms firmly to her sides as well as
her hands, as she watched the woman tape Billy’s body and upper arms to the
chair back, while one of the other two women helped her mother to lie on her
back, before she taped her legs together above and below her knees, then above
her boots.
As she wriggled
onto her side, Mabel was helped to lie next to her, watching as she had her own
legs taped in the same place as well.
She tried to move them, but there was only the crinkling noise, as she looked
over to see her brothers and sister taped to the chairs. They only had their lower arms and hands
free, as they kept playing on their devices.
“Put your lips
together.”
Mabel watched
as the woman pressed a length of the silver tape over her mother’s mouth, then
felt it tug on the skin around her own mouth as the tape was pressed down over
her own lips as well. She had no idea
why they had done this, except to make sure she stayed with her mummy and her
family were kept busy.
And she was quite
happy to do that…
Tale 5
“Please, don’t
hurt her.”
“I won’t if you
do as I say,” the man said as she looked at Rita and her mother. The ten year old Indian girl was wearing a short
sleeve purple top with a fake purple waistcoat, and shiny green pants with red
slippers, while her mother was wearing a black top with a white fern pattern at
the top, white pants with a thin black stripe, white heels and a black dupatta
loosely over her shoulders.
The young girl
was standing with her hands on her head, watching as the man with a scarf over
his lower face took her hands behind her back and tied them together with brown
rope. He then wrapped rope around her
upper body, Rita’s eyes opening wide as she saw her mother’s top stretched and
the ropes tightening.
“Your turn
kid.”
After he tied
the ropes off, he took a length of brown rope and tied Rita’s wrists together
tightly in front of her, making sure they were secured and then taking the rope
round her waist as well.
“What are you
going to do to me,” she said as the man took more rope, and made her mother lie
face down on the couch, crossing and tying her ankles tightly together and then
her legs below her knees, before he bent her ankles back and tied them to her
chest ropes.
“You’re coming
with me,” he said before he took the ends of her mother’s dupatta, and pulled
the cloth between her lips, gagging her as he secured the ends together at the
base of her neck. He then picked up
Rita, putting her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the room, along the
corridor and into a storeroom.
Sitting her on
some bags of flour, he took another length of white rope form his pocket and
tied her ankles tightly together, as well as he legs below her knees, and then
he slipped her shoes off, putting them to one side. Going into another pocket, he drew out a roll
of white tape, and tore several strips off, pressing them over Rita’s mouth to
silence her as well, while she looked at him.
“Stay there,”
he said before he walked away, Rita not moving for a few minutes as he left
her. Eventually, however, she pushed
herself up and got onto her feet, jumping along the floor, out into the
corridor, and back into the front room.
“Hllhhhmhmmhh.”
Her mother
nodded as she jumped over to the couch and sat down, wriggling her hands as her
mother said “whrrhshhhh?”
“Hnthkshn.”
He could hear
the talking and smiled as he started to prepare the food. He liked playing these games with his family
– and the meal they would have together as well…
Tale 6
“All stretched
out?”
Samantha nodded
as she looked around the room, wearing her cream coloured top and blue leggings
with the little white dots, and then said “I am – where’s Aggie?”
“She’s just
stretching out, and your mother will be in the room in a few minutes. So, put a pillow on the floor, and then lie
on your stomach.”
“Okay,” the
eight year old said as she put a cushion on the floor and lay down, smiling as
she turned her head to the side and crossed her wrists behind her back. The teenage girl smiled as she took a length of
thin white rope, and tied Samantha’s wrists tightly together behind her back, then
used a second length of rope to secure her ankles together.
“Comfy?”
Samantha turned
her head, smiled and nodded as she seven year old sister Aggie came in. She was wearing a purple gymnastics leotard,
with a pink neckline, and smiled as she put a second cushion on the floor and
lay on her back next to Samantha.
The teenager
then took some blue rope as Aggie crossed her wrists, and tied them tightly
together before she laid them down on her stomach. With a second length of rope, she then tied
Aggie’s ankles tightly together before the two girls started to wriggle round.
“There now –
hello Mrs Craig.”
“Hello Joan,”
their mother said as she came into the room, her chestnut brown hair in a bun
on her head. She was wearing a purple
sports top and black leggings, and smiled as she sat on the floor next to her
daughters.
“I’ll take care
of your legs first,” the teenager said as she took two lengths of gold rope,
and bound their mother’s ankles tightly together, followed by her legs below
her knees. Aggie and Samantha then
watched as she lay on her back and lifted her legs into the air, crossing her
wrists at the back of her knees before Joan bound them tightly together with
rope as well.
“Now then,” Joan
said as she stood and looked at them, “you know the deal. Have fun trying to get each other free – I’ll
make sure dinner is ready.”
Mrs Craig
nodded – they had been very lucky to get Joan as their au pair, and that she
liked these games as well…
Tale 7
Casey was not
happy, but she didn’t have a lot of choice in how she was feeling. The masked women had surprised her when she
opened the door, wearing the camo vest and shorts, and made her lie down on the
floor before she was told to bend her legs and grab her feet with her hands.
While one of
them had gone to see who else was in the house, the other had produced a roll of
gold ribbon, and started by wrapping it round her wrists, then binding her
ankles together so she could not move them apart. The ribbon then went between her ankles and
her wrists, making those bindings tighter and also forcing her to stay in this
position before it was tied off with a bow.
“Hey – look who
I found!”
Casey looked
over to see her younger sister Hannah come in.
Her blonde hair was loose, unlike Casey’s which was in a ponytail, and
Hannah was wearing a black sweatshirt and pants, the word “LOVE” printed on the
front of the top with a heart for the O.
“Oh wow –
what’s going on,” Hannah said – but Casey could not answer, as the woman
covered her mouth with black tape and walked over.
“All right,”
she said as she looked at the young girl, “lie down and put your hands together
in front of you.”
“Okay then,” she
said as she put her hands together in prayer, the second woman taking a length
of yellow nylon rope and binding her wrists tightly together, then bending her legs
so that she could wrap the rope round her wrists and knees, then down to her
ankles. As she did this, the first woman
tore more strips of black tape off the roll, and pressed them over Hannah’s
mouth as well.
“There – I
think they’re ready.”
“I think so
too,” the first woman said as she looked at the two girls, “thank you.” As the second woman left, the first looked at
them. She was wearing a white t-shirt, black
lace skirt and tights, and brown cowboy boots – and as she pulled the balaclava
off, both girls groaned.
“I told you I’d
give you both a surprise,” their mother said as she knelt between them, and
then started to tickle the soles of their bare feet…
Tale 8
As she sat in
the bed, sipping from her mug of coffee and then nibbling on a slice of toast, Fiona
was happy. It was her birthday, and her
husband and daughters had brought her breakfast in bed.
The girls –
eight year old Yvonne and six year old Beverly – had even dressed up for the
occasion, both of them wearing their party dresses. They had a silver sleeveless top with black
spots, a black sash belt and a white skirt, and they wore silver slippers with
them, Beverley with matching headband.
Her husband had also got dressed – a white shirt, dark pants and shoes.
As for Fiona,
she was wearing a pair of pink pyjamas with white bed socks – and she was
reading a book when the man walked in, wearing a black jumper and pants, and
with a balaclava over his head.
“Oh my,” Fiona
said with a smile, “is this part of my birthday surprise?”
“It is,” the
man said with a smile as he took the breakfast tray from the bed and put it to
one side, then slipped off the rucksack he was wearing, “this part is where I
have to secure you, and stop you raising the alarm while I rob you.”
“A bit early
for these games, isn’t it?”
“Never too
early,” the man said with a smile as he took from the bag a roll of silver duct
tape, “now, lie on your stomach, and put your hands behind your back.”
Fiona giggled
as she did what she had been asked to do, and heard the ripping sound before
she felt the tape on her wrists, holding them tightly together as the masked
man took the tape down over her hands as well.
He then put her ankles together, the silver band contrasting with the
pink cotton, and taped them together as well.
“Sit up, and
bend your legs.”
“I won’t raise
the alarm, I promise,” Fiona said as she rolled over and sat up, bending her
legs as the man wound the silver tape tightly round them above and below her
knees. He then wound it round her body,
two bands framing her chest as her arms were held tightly to her sides.
“Well, this is
cosy,” Fiona said with a smile as she wriggled round – and then she pursed her
lips as the man covered her mouth with strips of the tape. Lying on her side, she watched as he took
some of her jewellery and put it in his bag, before he left the room.
As she lay
there, she wondered how long it would be before her husband came back in and
freed her – they played this game from time to time, as did the girls, so she thought
this was part of her birthday treat.
Half an hour
passed before she managed to wriggle round and stand up, and then jumped out of
the bedroom, along the corridor and to the top of the stairs. Sitting down, she slowly bumped herself down
the stairs, and managed to stand again.
“Whrruhhh?”
“HNHRRRR!”
Fiona jumped
into the front room, her eyes widening as she saw her family sitting down. Yvonne and Beverly were sitting next to each
other on the couch, silver tape covering their mouths and the bands around
their upper bodies, as well as their legs.
Her husband was in an armchair, also taper bound and gagged, as he
wriggled round and looked at Fiona.
“Htwshnttnuh,
whsht?”
As he shook his
head, Fiona jumped over and looked at the girls. “Bhbhrrfff,” she said as she jumped to the
window, looking out for anyone who passed that she could attract the attention
of…
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