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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