Hunt The McGuffin

Melissa Moore was not happy – she stood in the front room of her house, her hands in the air as she looked at the man pointing the gun at her. Having just returned from work, the last thing she expected to find was a masked and armed man waiting – she hadn’t even changed out of her grey jacket and dress, her dark hose covered feet still in her high heeled pumps.

“What the hell do you want,” she said as she looked at him through her horn rimmed glasses, her white hair in a tight bun on her head.

“For you to do what I tell you to do,” he said with a smile. He was young, tall. Smartly dressed as well, but still…

“And what exactly is it you want me to do,” Melissa whispered.

The man pointed to a chair in the room, next to her computer table – an old fashioned chair, made from strong wood, with a green cushion. “right now,” he said quietly, “sit down, and put your arms around the chair back. I’m going to tie you up before I search for what I came for.”

She could see he meant business, so Melissa sat herself down, watching as the man walked behind her with the bag in his free hand. As he guided her arms together behind the chair back, she controlled her breathing trying to relax as the intruder took a length of brown rope and tied her wrists tightly together before he secured them to the chair back itself.

Walking round and kneeling in front of her, he pulled her left ankle over against the chair leg and tied it securely into place, making her toe point to the floor as her shoe slipped form her heel.

“Why are you doing this,” she said quietly as he walked round and secured her right ankle to the front of the chair in the same way.

“To make sure you cannot stop me,” he said as he stood up, and walked behind her, Melissa struggling in the chair as she wondered what he was going to do next.

What he did do was reach round and pinch her nose shut, and then when she opened her mouth to breathe he stuffed a folded scarf in, before tying a folded white scarf round her head, covering her mouth, and silencing her more as she twisted round.

“now don’t go away,” he said quietly as he left her in the room, Melissa struggling in the chair as her jacket came undone – but she was held fast, and eventually stopped, listening to the sounds of him searching her home.

Eventually, he came back into the room, smiling as he looked at the older woman. “Well, thank you,” he said as he looked at her.”

“Gthhhll.”

“Not yet – I want to play a game with you,” he said as he looked at Melissa.

“Ghmm? Whtghmmm?”

“Hunt the McGuffin.”

Melissa stared at him, wondering what he meant, but then he unfastened her jacket completely and moved it to the sides. She shook her head violently as he caressed her chest, and then buried his head in it, moving it round as she threw her head back and screamed obscenities into the air.

“No – not there, so where have you hidden the McGuffin?”

Melissa was sweating as well now, as the man looked at her, and then eased her skirt up. She shook her head, but then felt his gloved hand over her hose – and as he pulled it down, she prayed he would not do what she thought he was going to do.

“nnnh… phlshhsss….”

He didn’t do what she was afraid of – but as he put his head between her legs, and she felt his lips, his tongue, she closed her eyes and started shaking. It felt so good there, as he kissed and locked, and she groaned involuntarily, closing her eyes as the fire flowed through her.

“Hmmm there it is,” she heard him say before his tongue entered her, and she shook, her body responding in kind as he continued…

This was the first – but as the weekend continued, he got bolder…

Saturday

Tonya and her sister Roberta had returned from the synagogue, with the intention of having a meal and then going to see a show. Tonya had the shorter grey hair of the two women, and was wearing a black pinafore dress, black leggings and knee length black boots, a wide blue scarf loosely round her neck. As for Roberta, she was wearing a long crimson cardigan over a matching top, and jeans with the legs tucked into burgundy red leather boots.

Their plans were changing, however, thanks to the young man who was in their front room when they returned to their home. He was smartly dressed, in a suit, shirt, tie, and a balaclava mask, and he had a gun in one hand and a bag in the other.

He had asked them both to sit down, with their hands on their heads, before he walked over and drew the drapes over the windows, and turned the radio on.

“What do you want,” Tonya said as she looked at him.

“First, remove your jewellery,” he said quietly as he took a velvet bag from his larger one, “and put them in here, with your purses and mobile phones.”

“Just do what he says,” Roberta said quietly as she removed her earrings, pearls and rings and put them in, then added her purse and phone from her handbag. Tonya scowled at him, and then did the same as he smiled.

“Thank you,” he said quietly as he put the velvet bag down, and then handed them each a cloth.

“What is this for,” Roberta asked quietly.

“Put them in your mouths.”

The sisters looked at each other, and then slowly folded the cloths before putting them in, feeling them on their tongues before they closed their lips over them. The masked intruder then handed them a roll of silver tape, smiling as he ordered them to cover each other’s mouth with strips so that the cloths stayed in there.

“Hmshreethnhye” Roberta said as she tore three strips off and pressed them down over her sister’s mouth.

“Htssnhtuhrfhlt,” Tonya replied.

“No it’s not – now tape her mouth over, and hand me the roll back. I want to search your house, but you need to do something first.”

“Hnddwhstthtt,” Tonya said as she threw the roll of silver tape at him, watching as he caught it.

“Strip.”

“WHHTTTT!”

“Strip down to your underwear,” the man said as he took a coil of rope from his bag, “so that I can tie you up and take your valuables.”

Roberta hugged herself as he watched Tonya take off and fold the scarf, then put it on a chair before she sat down and removed her boots. Leaving them to the side, she then removed her dress and pants, and stood there in her grey bra and panties, and brown hose, staring at the intruder through her glasses.

“Very good,” he said quietly, £lie face down on the floor, hands behind your head. Your turn.”

As Tonya lay down, Roberta slowly unzipped and removed her boots, before she stood up and removed her cardigan, adding it to the pile of clothes on the chair. She then pulled her top off, revealing her own grey bra, before unfastening and removing her jeans showing the nude hose she was wearing.

“Very nice,” the man said as he looked at Roberta, “on the floor, next to your sister – and don’t move.”

Roberta slowly lowered herself down as she looked through her own glasses at Tonya, her sister’s anger clear as the masked man took a long length of white rope form his bag, knelt next to her and crossed her wrists behind her back, and tied them tightly together, before he bent her legs and pulled her feet bac and tied them with the same rope, taking it between ankles and wrists so that she was hogtied.

She rolled onto her side and watched as he hogtied Roberta in the same way, the two women then looking at each other as he said “don’t move” and left them struggling on the floor.

“Whthrrewhghnnhddh,” Tonya said as she looked at her sister, trying to reach the knots of the rope with her fingers – and failing to do so.

“Hdhnntkhnn – mhbhheshllwhlchmrhnd.”

Tonya nodded as they lay there, the sweat on their bodies as the music continued. They could hear him searching the rest of the house, as they tried not to move.

“Thank you – time for a game.”

Both of them suddenly looked at him as he walked back in, and knelt beside Tonya, reaching round and gently caressing her chest as Roberta looked on.

“LHFFMHSHSHTRHLHN!”

“Hush – your turn is coming. I’m playing Hunt the McGuffin with your sister now.”

“Hntnwhtt?” Tonya’s eyes were closed, as she softly moaned at the pressure on her chest, feeling her breasts firm up as he caressed them, and as she twisted round she was dimly aware of some dampness between her legs.

Roberta could only watch as he continued to massage Tonya’s chest, her sister groaning now as she twisted her body round – and then she was surprised to see her arch her back and then sigh.

“WHTTDHDUHDH!”

“Let me show you – she found it, and now it is your turn,” he said as he walked over, Roberta struggling, trying to stop him before she felt his hands caress and massage – and then she started to know….

His confidence grew with his next visit…

Sunday

“Take your clothes off.”

“No,” Anne whispered as she looked at her daughter Lisa, “please, no…”

“Lady,” the masked man said, “if I was attracted to rape, I would have made damn sure your daughter was not visiting.” He looked at the white haired woman, wearing a black dress and jacket with white trim, dark hose and knee length black leather boots. “I want you to strip to your underwear, and then I will tie you up before I take care of your daughter.”

He then looked at Lisa, her dark brown hair falling over the shoulders of her grey fleece. The bottom half of her pink top was visible under that, her legs in grey leggings and mid-calf brown boots. She had decided at the last minute to come back to her mother’s house after church for lunch, and had called her husband to let him know – but neither of them had expected to walk into a robbery.

The masked man looked at them both as he said “so – strip, or perhaps I should tie you both up and then strip you?”

“No – no, I’ll do it,” Anne said quietly as she leaned forward and removed her boots, before taking off her jacket. Lisa was sitting with her hands palm down on her head – shaking and crying as she watched Anne stand up and remove her dress, so that she was standing there in her white bra and panties, the dark hose over the latter, looking at the man through her glasses.

“Kneel down, by your daughter, put your head on the cushion, and your hands behind your back.”

“It’s going to be all right, Lisa – have faith,” Anne said quietly as she complied, her head to the side and her daughter looking at her as the man knelt behind her, crossed her wrists, and then bound them tightly together with white rope. He then used longer lengths to bind her arms to her sides, the bands framing her chest as they pressed down, Anne offering whispered prayers as she felt the bands drawing tighter and tighter…

“Well done,” the man whispered into her ear as he put his hands on her arms, “now open your mouth.” As she did so, he eased a compressed red sponge ball in her mouth, Anne feeling it expand and fill the space behind her teeth as she closed her lips over it.

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” Lisa whispered as she saw the way her mother’s cheeks were pushed out.

“Oh don’t worry – you will be like her soon,” he said as he peeled strips of grey tape from a roll and pressed them gently down over Anne’s mouth, then put her ankles together before he secured them with white rope as well. As a last gesture he made her sit down and secured her legs together above her knees, the bands of rope making the nylon seem to lighten as he took it around and between her limbs.

“Bhbrhrfflhsse,” Anne mumbled through the gag as the man stood and looked at Lisa. “Your turn – strip.”

Lisa slowly reached down and pulled her boots off, then started to shake slightly as she pulled the zip down and removed her fleece. The top went over her head, and the leggings down, revealing her own light blue bra and panties under tan hose. Anne could only watch as he made her daughter kneel as she had, and then started to bind her crossed wrists together behind her back.

“OH my god,” Lisa whispered as the bands of rope encircled her body, forcing her arms against her sides and pressing on her chest so that it was forced up and out. Anna nodded as she watched the man securing her daughter’s arms, afraid to move because of how the ropes felt when they rubbed against her as she twisted round…

A few minutes later, Lisa was sitting next to her mother, the man binding her legs together above her knees, the rope going around and between her legs as she tried to get used to the feeling of the sponge on her tongue, the tape over her mouth.

The two women looked at each other as the man smiled, said “now don’t go anywhere” and left them. They could see him walk up the stairs before they looked at each other.

“Hruuhlrhtmhm?”

“Hfhnkhsh – bhthchntmhffmsh. Uhh?”

Lisa shook her head – if she tried to move, the ropes rubbed on her chest, and she was not sure why it felt so different. She could only pray he left them after he had taken what he wanted, and that her husband would not be too late.

“Why don’t we play a game?”

Both woman looked at the man as he knelt between them, and then grabbed their chests with his gloved hands, massaging their breasts as he smiled at both of them.

“Ushhdddd….”

“I said I would not rape you, but I like to play a game – I call it Hunt the McGuffin.”

“Thhwhhtthhnhhh,” Anne said as he pulled the cups of her bra down, her nipples hardening as the cool air hit them and he squeezed her breasts gently. Lily could only watch as she tried to push herself away while he did that to her mother – only for her to groan as he grabbed her, pulled her back, and pulled her bra down as well. As he squeezed her nipples the ropes rubbed on her bare flesh, and she started to shiver as new sensations ran through her.

“I still have not found it – perhaps this will help.”

Both women looked at each other as they heard the buzzing sound, and then saw the electric toothbrushes in his hands – and felt them as he started to move them over their breasts and nipples, making them squeal.

But it wasn’t just with fear, as the electricity shocks ran through both of them, Lisa in particular feeling dampness between her legs as she closed her eyes…

Eyes that opened wide as he pulled the front of her house out and pushed one of the toothbrushes into her panties, and she squirmed as the vibrations began on her sex…

“LHSSHEHNHHHHH!”

“You as well,” the man said as he pushed the second toothbrush under Anne’s knickers, the two women starting to shake as he said “ah – there it is…”

And then there was the incident at the University…

Monday

Professor Ruth Gordon looked to the door of her rooms, as her assistant Alison came in. Both women were in their early sixties, with greying hair and glasses, and both were larger women. Professor Gordon was in a large orange maxi dress, hose and orange heels, while Alison was wearing a purple tunic and black pants with black ankle boots.

“So who is this person who wants to talk to me?”

“No idea – but that will be them now,” Alison said as they both heard the knock on the door. She walked over and opened the door – and then stepped back, her hands raised as Ruth stood up, looking at the casually dressed young man who came in, the gun in his gloved hand.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” he said as he closed the door, “please, no sudden moves or noises. Do as I say, all right?”

“What is the meaning of this,” Ruth asked angrily.

“You have some research I want, Professor Gordon – well, someone wants and I said I could obtain. So, I will make sure you cannot stop me, and then I can find it. Now,” he said as he looked at Alison, “ensure the windows are covered, and then come and stand in the middle of the room.”

“Why?”

“Because Professor Gordon is going to tie you up, and then I will tie her up,” the man said as he put a bag down, and took out coils of brown rope.

“It seems we have no choice,” Ruth said as she looked at Alison, watching as the heavy drapes were drawn over, and then Alison locked the door. She walked into the centre of the room, and then gently pulled her tunic over her head, revealing not just her grey bra, but also her ample bosom and stomach.

“Good – put your hands behind your back,” the man said as he handed Ruth a length of rope. “You double that over, and tie her wrists together behind her back. Do it properly, or I will do it even more tightly.”

“It’s all right, Ruth, I trust you,” Alison said as her boss walked behind her, and gently crossed her wrists before she tied them securely together. She then held Alison by her arms, and gently kissed her neck before she whispered “We’ll be all right.”

“I know,” Alison whispered back as the man handed Ruth a much longer length of rope.

“Tie her arms against her sides, and make sure the rope goes above and below her chest – you want her to look good, don’t you?”

“She does look good,” Ruth said quietly as she pulled the ropes tight, Alison’s chest squeezed between the bands as she controlled her own breathing, and then twisted round as her lover tied the ends off. She then looked at the man, as she said “now what?”

“Now she takes your pants and boots off.”

Ruth nodded as she knelt down and unzipped the sides of Alison’s ankle boots, gently lifting her feet out of them and revealing the purple hose before she pulled her pants down, Alison feeling her hands on her hose covered legs and shivering slightly.

The man looked at low coffee table, and said to Alison “sit down – she’s going to tie your legs now.” As Alison sat down, Ruth knelt in front of her and wrapped the brown rope around her ankles, pulling the rope tightly and winding it round before she took the ends between her legs. Alison shivered again at the touch of her fingers before she tied the rope off, only for Ruth to be handed more rope and told to tie Alison’s legs together below her knees.

The man nodded as Ruth then bound her legs above her knees, Alison looking at her as she tied the ropes off an slowly stood up. She leaned over and kissed Alison on her lips, before the man said “open your mouth.”

“Whyhnnhhmmhh,” Alison said as he pushed a large white cloth into her mouth, and then wound white tape tightly round her head, the edges of the cloth sticking out from under it. He then smiled as he said “she looks happy – why don’t you play Hunt the McGuffin with her?”

“What?”

“Make her happy,” the man said, Ruth looking at her lover and then kissing her gagged lips as the man unfastened the zip at the back of her dress, pulling it down so that she was in her orange hose and white bra. Her stomach hung over the top of her orange hose, as Alison looked at her and said “uhhrrbhutifhul.”

“So are you,” Ruth said as her own arms were taken behind her back, and she leaned over to kiss her neck while her wrists were tied tightly together. Sitting across her lap, she looked at how large Alison’s chest looked in the tight ropes, and then kissed her there as the rope as pulled between her own arms.

“Hhmmshghddd,” Alison groaned as she closed her eyes, Ruth continuing to kiss her as she then felt the rope forcing her arms into her sides, forcing her own chest out as the man secured her as well.

Alison’s groans were getting louder as Ruth kissed her breasts, and then she was made to kneel in front of her. She could see the damp patch on the purple hose, and as she felt her own ankles being secured she put her head down there and kissed her lover, hearing her moans as she did so.

The man worked methodically, securing her ankles together first, then her legs below her knees, and then above her knees, the ropes almost sinking into the tightly stretched hose over her legs. She then felt the man’s gloved hands on her own chest, groping and massaging her, making her feel faint as she rubbed her mouth on Alison’s crotch as well…

Alison suddenly groaned as Ruth was pulled back, and the man stood in front of her, smiling as he said “you found the McGuffin for her – now you need to find it on me.”

“Are you serious,” she said as he slowly opened his pants, and his member hung out, long, wide.

“Unless you would rather I put it in you somewhere else?”

Ruth shook her head and looked at him, before she kissed his cock, running her lips up and down as Alison watched through misty eyes. She then took it into her mouth, feeling it throb as he said “that’s right – keep going…”

It was two hours later that the porter let himself in to find Alison and Ruth sitting on the coffee table, back to back, their ankles pulled back so their hose covered toes pointed down and rope under the table held them together. Ruth also had white tape round her head, the cloth visible underneath, but they both had their eyes closed and were moaning softly…

The weekend was a learning experience for him, and now once a week he called on a mature women – or two – to rob them, and play Hunt the McGuffin.

This week it was a housewife, who was sitting on the floor of her bedroom. She was stripped down so she only had on a purple bra and panties, and white hose, but she had plenty f rope. Her wrists were secured together behind her back, as well as around her arms and body above and below her chest.

But they were not the only ropes – the ropes also went round the base of her breasts, as well as between them, while her ankles and legs were as tightly secured, all the bands of rope cinched neatly.

She also had silver tape over her mouth, holding a red ball in there, her long grey hair falling down her back.

“Well, you have some nice things,” he said as he squatted in front of her, the concern clear in her eyes. “Now, let’s play Hunt the McGuffin…”

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